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The Glory of the English nation, or An essay on the birth-day of King Charles the Second.
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1681
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THE Glory of the English Nation Or an Essay on the Birth-day of King Charles the second THe joys of this day one and fifty year My Pigmy-Muse mean's not now to declare Herculian Pens of those long since have writ Not with more Loyalty but greater Wit 'T was celebrated with a Noon-day-Star And wondring Princes also came from far Congratulating this most happy Isle Happy indeed 't was one continued Smile But soon alas black Tempests did arise Eclips'd this Star our Hearts drown'd and our Eyes Hell by his Saints this Princes Father slew Slew Murther'd Martyr'd ah Zealous Crew By Heav'n this is not Poetty 'T is true 'T is a mistake sure Puritans do this O tell it not in Gath c. Permit me Reader to be startled here Humanity would stop to drop a Tear Had I no Loyalty no Love nor Fear The Father Dead what next is to be done Surely the Crowning his illustrious Son That expiate might in part ah nothing less They 'l kill the Heir the Vineyard then possess Therefore when Forces he to Worcester brought To claim his Rright those Sons of Belial fought Against their King by fraud and force o'rcame And to extirpate Root and Branch and Name They set a thousand pounds upon his Head Their Head to bring great Charles alive or dead But God the Ruler both of Peace and War Did secretly preserve this falling-Star And by a feeble Instrument a Woman Fool'd all their Toyls to shew Kings are not common Say not then say not Miracles are ceas'd This must be one to a considering Breast From the Saint's Paws to Egypt he is sent Happy there too being safe from Parliament Where several years he liv'd obscure and poor His loyal Subjects begg'd from Dore to Dore Brewers and Tinkers did usurp his Throne Nobles were murther'd Bishops tumbled down And though France proffered Men and money too To scourge Rebellion mista'n Zeal subdue Yet least our antient Faith should sullyed be With Roman Trash by such a Victory Supplies from Neighbouring Princes he refus'd Submitting rather to be thus abus'd Then that his Subjects should by Forreign Force Be Horas'd Forreigners have no remorse O Miracle of Mercy and of Love That such flagitious Crimes could never move He lost this Crown to secure that above If Satan could not then ' gainst him prevail 'T is madness now to think his Faith is frail If that ' gainst Romes Bribe of 3 Kingdoms stood Sure 't will not now profane his Fathers Blood For God who searches hearts his Faith did Crown And this * day plac'd him on his Fathers Throne On which stupendious Miracles of Fate It well becomes us to expatiate That day that second Birth of Charles our King True Laws true Faith new Life new joys did bring All were transported 't was a continual Spring Not one sower Look appeard in any thing Except those Fiends whose Foreheads branded were with Royal-Gore those stupified with fear Durst not before this glorious Sun appear From Dover as the Seas-Soveraign march'd along Swarms of three Kingdoms Subjects did him throng The Roads brought forth all sorts of Flowers the Trees Bedeck'd with Garlands bent their humble Knees The Bells from every neighbourig place did sound All Loyal Hearts with Extasies abound But when to the Metropolis he came Bless me one could not guess it was the same With yesterday The streets were pav'd with Men The Windows and Balconies hung with Women On each ones Head they stood five Stories high Their Acclamations seem'd to rend the Skye The Houses covered with Tiles before Now Millions of rejoycing Subjects bore The Conduits chang'd their waters into Wine The Citizens in Gold and Pearl did shine Bonfires at Night did make this joyful Isle Seem but as one great glorious Blazing Pile Rome never such a noble Triumph saw This was the effects of Love but theirs of Awe Nothing but Mirth was now heard all did sing Long live the great the glorious Charles our King To the CITY What hath bewitch'd you now O Londoners From Loyal-subjects to turn Mutineers Is not the King the same God that day sent Was there one drop of Blood or Treasure spent To purchase this your long'd for happiness Did not Heav'n hear your Sighs your Plagues redress Freed you from fellow-subjects Tyranny And Arbitrary-Gospel-Trompery Do ye not quiet sit under your Vine Enjoying what is lawfully your own Whil'st your good King the Church the Law Combine To make ye happy English men alone Can boast this priviledg their Neighbours live Servile to their Kings-will they dare not shew Their little stocks lest Caesar should contrive To get poor Naboths-Vineyard but you Possess your Right equally with your Prince Your Trade by Sea and Land as ever high Or elce you cannot sober men convince What causes your superfluous Gallantry No Roman-Empress ever did out-shine A Lady Majoress when she would be fine Will o' the Wisp by Night may lead astray Can that small-blinking-small-blinking-Light deceive by day Let him not on your Senses thus impose And lead your Reason hood-wink'd by the Nose Summon your Reason and your Loyalty The Cheat will bare-fac'd then appear and fly The Brain-sick-Fools the disoblig'd Knaves then And Jesuites will prove the plotting Men Their Maxim is Divide and Rule Great Jove Knit us with the Bands of an entire Love Unite our Hearts Great God as thou art one There can be but one true Religion Heal our Divisions then teach us to pray To the same God one and the self same way And let us one and altogether sing Long live Great Charles our good and glorious King LONDON Printed for W. Bucknel 1681. * All these will I give unto thee c. 1660. * a Miracle