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Charls triumphant, &c.
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Oxinden, Henry, 1609-1670.
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Wing O840; ESTC R222637
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bright morning Star which did fore run The faire and glorious rising of that Sun Leading wise men unto their King good Lord Thou knowest who there thy presence did'st afford This This was at sweet Barham Downe the Downe Which after times shall er'e have in renown It will not need be now for me to say That here 't was Caesar did bis Host array Tush this is nothing to the glory which Our King bestowâ—d whose sight did it enrich For why hereof great Barham Down since boasts When CHARLS was there were many Lords of Hosts XII Rejoice ye men of Barham for the honour Your King and Nobles then bestow'd upon Her For here the Royall meeting was 't was here Where a God did in humane shape appeare And reconcile himself to man'y of those Who had of late been his degenerate foes Five thousand and six hundred years and more By seaven it is I surely know before The world was made since which there hath not been Any Sight here so glorious to be seen Great King I thank thee cause Thou did'st appear And honour that same place which I live near XIII Wellcome great Prince whose presence now we see Makes us once more good Christians to be Alas before unto us thou did'st come T is said we were no part of Christendome Thou hast R'eligion raysed Gods faire daughter Of which most talk'd of though but few sought after We fore thy coming could not find her out Shee was so fouly mangled by the rout And in a monstrous hurry O sad story Was made away with by the Directory In a Scotch mist and buried in the City Of factious London ah the more 's the pitty XIV Welcome great Prince and all thy Subjects Royall Who are come with Thee and continu'd loyall Our sin the cause was that ye banish'd were For we alas mov'd too much out of square And now good Prince wee 'l mend our lives by Thine You b'ing a sacred Pattern shall be mine Such had been great King David and his son Had both their vertues in one current run Unmixt with vice and such had Adam been Had He held out a stranger unto sin XV. Thrice welcome great Prince to thy Kingdomes three Whose whole Well-being rests so much in thee Thou art beloved both of God and man To this both heav'n and earth bear witness can And sith that thy great GOD who is the King Of Kings and Lords who ruleth every thing Loves thee so well and makes all hearts to love thee And hath plac'd none except himself above thee Surely we honour ought thy sacred name And to the throne of Jove extoll thy Fame Make thee our Center and draw every line Of love unto it ' cause thou art divine XVI You are divine and in you is the sum Of all that 's good in Kings through Christendom The several vertues which do make them be Accounted royal all abound in Thee Unmixed with their vices Your heart wears The Spanish wisdome but its pride forbears The French activity you own and love But of their fickleness do not approve The like may said be of the rest but I Cannot delineate the Cosmography Of your endowments which such are that all May you le Grand Charls le boon Charls call Round Hypocrites themselves this truth confess In heart what ere their lying tongues express XVII You are divine and all your words are true As Oracles your actions Lawes renew Your Prudence and your valor both excel And Temperance and Justice in you dwell Your other vertues too so many are That they the stars surpass in number far And true 't is I the Stars do finite know To be but Sir your vertues are not so May King and Angels on you wait all who Highly admire your words and actions too XVIII You are divine above all earthly things Descended from more then a hundred Kings Hence in your veins the quintessence doth flow Of the best blood of all the gods below You are divine much after Gods own heart To whom he hath vouchsafed to impart So many specral graces as if He Had you intended a Monopoly You are divine intuitively such As from Gods Angel doth not differ much Whereby you in your self a Council are Such as excells all earthly Councils far You are divine and on you all may see Who are not blind such beams of Majesty Darted from Heaven as do plainly make You of Gods image royal to partake You are divine and only him are under Who made of noth ' and fills the world with wonder Princely's your port Imperial is your face Sacred your eyes and heav'nly is your Grace You are divine by Father and by Mother A pair such as the world cann't shew another He the worlds mirror is and so is she The like are you unto Eternity Pardon great Prince this my attempt to speak Of your perfections since my skills so weak That it of them alas comes shorter far Then th' earth is distant from a fixed star And O dear Mary mother of my King And God pray speak my pardon for this thing Hail Mary full of Grace the Lord with thee Be with thou amongst women blessed be And blessed be the fruit of thy chast womb The King of Triumphs Heir of Martyrdome Thus royal souls do pray with one accord Through Jesus CHRIST our only saving Lord. LIB 3. I. Now call I Heav'n above and Earth below To witness whether I say truth or no Before our Kings return mnay soar neck Was vex't with tumors which no Art could check Which he hath cured even with a touch Nol or the Rump could not do half so much The cures they did they did them with a string With Sword and Pistol or with some such thing They kill'd not cur'd they saved never an One CHARLS cureth many but he killeth none His very presence only hath abated O're three whole Nations swellings so dilated As some thought them incurable and I Know that the cure for man was much too high All ye that scruple to believe untill Your sight convince your Reason ' gainst your will Go see your King do things all sence above And tell me then if that your hearts don't move Kingward and whether you not think that He Participates much of Divinity For my part I believe he doth and why â—ehold he acteth things for man too high 〈◊〉 never yet could any reason see â—or these his cures most wonderfull to me The more I do admire them I the more Admire and still admiring nere give o're II. Grear King before You came we had threeskore Vice-Royes to king it over us nay more God knows how many yea our servants all Our rebell Masters were both great and small Did not we do what they would have us then The Table 's turn'd we must turn Servingmen And wait their worships pleasures O rare chang When all things did thus arsie versie range And little better with us 't would have been Had