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To His Sacred Majestie, loyall reflections upon his glorious restauration, procession and coronation not forgetting the royal oake.
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Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.
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1660
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Wing C7305; ESTC R24106
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TO HIS SACRED MAJESTIE Loyall Reflections UPON His Glorious Restauration Procession and Coronation Not forgetting the ROYAL OAKE 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 AScend thou Wiser Phaeton mount yet higher The World adores thy Light dreads not thy Fâ—re The golden Howers have nail'd thy Chariot wheels Thy Orbe is fixt the Earth below thee reels Copernicus all Metaphor did presage The sublunarie Motions of our Age. Ascend Great Brittains Emperour not to own An Usurpation but your Birth-right Throne And yet a Throne not of an easie Rise Whose Foot was Earth whose Top was Paradise What Right what Armes what Prayers long reacht in vain Is let down by a Providentiall Chain The Heavens Great Sir weav'd your Imperial Robe Your Scepter fell from the Coelestial Globe What the proud Romans of their Ancyle feign Is form'd a truth in your miraculous Reign That Scarlet Fabrick Romulus rear'd in blood Is shrunk the first Foundation was not good Thus Strafford they that sowed their Politick seeds In thy rich Blood receive no Crop but weeds Romes Caesars chaind Kings mockt in publick showes VVhose fate an easie Victory crownd their browes Our Caesar vanquisht by unequal VVars Conquerd the Conquest and subdued his Stars All grant Heaven wrought this wondrous Change And now To assert the truth religious Rebels bow Worsters miraculous escape spoke loud Had not Rebellion ears deaf and hearts proud A sacred Brand snatcht from a field of fire Not to be unking'd but be humbled higher When this strange Rescue made the Tyrant sweat Who vowed without the King 't was no defeat Had onely put heaven to some new expence To sanctifie long prophaned Providence Thou foundst proud Monster one good Angel then VVas a Life-guard above an Hoast of men Blest Oake thou Monarch of the British Grove Sacred to CHARLES thy Guest as once to Jove Thou Bulwark of our little world dost stand Or move impregnable by Sea and Land Thou vegetive Soul whose glory 't is and pride To suffer wounds or sink not to divide O were our Rationals hearted like thee VVe should not such Schisms and Divisions see VVhose branches Ogleby rich fancy made Bear Crownes for Nuts but thy best Fruit was shade VVhen CHARLES lodg'd in thy Boughs thou couldst not want Many degrees to be a sensible Plant. O mayst thou never be transplanted more Never touch Earth except thy Native Shore When we are dead mayst thou survive behind To tell the world how Stones and Oakes were kind When Men and Saints were Devils O be thou The King of woods and let the Cedar bow Live and henceforth the Tree of Life present Or if thou dyest stand thy own Monument Hence prophane Ravens never dare to Croak Upon the streamers of our Sacred Oake Or when you dare O let your ominous breath Presage not Mans or Beasts but your own death Whose Branches sav'd three Kingdomes and a King Frequent this Tree ye sweetest Birds that sing Coy Daphne die to use the Oake shall now Crown both the Poets and the Conquerours brow Blest Tree when Age has boar'd thy sides grown thin Hast nothing left thee but bare ribs and skin Within thy Concave may those spirits dwell And there fix an unerring Oracle Since part o'th'world thou too must mortall be Stand both alive and dead a Vocall Tree And let the Nations tremble at our Stroakes Who have what they all want such Hearts and Oakes London the worlds Metropolis the Burse Of all our Citties and three Kingdomes Purse Those high Triumphals on thy bosome built Reacht Heaven and brought down Pardons for thy Guilt When did thy long dark Eye such sights behold When was thy Streets so pav'd with Silk and Gold Phaebus breaks forth from his Imperial Tower Makes the whole Cittie Sun-shine for an Hower Heaven smiles through the moyst Region of the Aire And spite of Lilly two dayes must be Fair. Lions and Rebels left those Beasts of prey The Pomp proceeds serenely with the day What Majestie with it brings the same it meets Glory and Triumph through the Impaled Streets A laden Cammel powres into his hand The wealth of India both by Sea and Land A Gallant First-Rate Ship Rig'd up in view Threatens to make all that was painted true Wonder not why our Navy saild alone The Dutch had struck sail and were newly gone King Peers Knights Gentry Souldiery all advance Cloath'd with the wealth of Turkie Spain and France Pearls Rubies Diamonds or if richer Stone There be then numerous as the Pebbles shone Th' Amazed People on their Scaffolds sit See bright Stars at Noon-day without a Pit The Globe was now inverted and the Spheare Adorn'd with Stars was not above but here But Nobler Lights pierce not the Eye but Mind Like Constellations from the windows shind While busie scruples gazing Forreigners vex Which were those Conquerors Male or Female Sex The brave Horse marching in their Plumes so gay Flowr'd all the Streets and Tulipt up the way Did ever Nation laden with such spoils Return triumphing from their Civil Broils Thus Headless England fights it self at length Into a Kingdom weakned into strength Sick bodies bleed and so recover health And Thrones rise high bas'd on a Common-wealth Our Ruine is Restor'd with gain not Loss Cheap-side all Gold to recompence the Cross Fair Concord here the Churches Embleme stands Then Plentie flowes from Kings and Bishops Lands But our poor Mother-Church lies still heart sick Rent in the Middle and turns Schismaticke Fallen with a fright when that usurping Gog Threatned to sell it for a Synagogue Thanks Anabaptists who then powerful stickle Preserve it for a Free-will Conventicle Had not the old Saints stood propt up by Them London had been a new Jerusalem Better twice dipt then not at all to admit Some change rather then quite Vnchristian it But what Paul lost was all to Peter paid For one whole day The chief Apostle made Whose Net was chang'd to Copes and Sattin Gowns Fit to present the Second CHARLES fowre Crowns Who more concern'd for Piety then State Upon his Throne like a good Patriarch sate As if he had this painted world forsook Had not a Scepter but a Crosier took The holy Oyntment bath'd his Limbs and Head Shall sent his sacred Ashes when he is dead T was not its Native vertue I presume But His Divinity heightened the perfume May that rich Harmony Ecchoed from two Sphears Till Heaven exchange it still possess his Ears Bishops and Presbyters Cement for shame Differenc'd like mankind onely by a name I fear in Heaven they hardly will agree Who divide in this high Solemnitie Munday we grant was proudly rich and gay But Tuesday was the Sacred Holyday Such Glorious Sights was never seen before And without Treason must be wisht no more Were not Rome kind we should live long to see Two Ages and a double Jubilee We wish great Spain prosperity and health Though first he Catholickt our Common-wealth May Flanders flourish be for ever blest Which lodg'd what France expos'd an Angel-Guest Tremble proud France th' hast lost thy Politick Twins Least England scourge thee for thy Cardinal sins Let Holland link with Spain to desperate Ends Once their poor Rebels now their proudest Friends If weak Rebellion if a Rump-designe Could cool the furie of their Brandee-wine What will the whole Vnited Provinces doe When their three Neighbours are United too If Cromwell Mazarines Ape could act so much CHARLES and his Whales will swallow up the Dutch Had they not once a kind Protectrice found The Begging States had been surpriz'd or drownd But since their fore-heads weare the Protestant name I wish them neither Victory nor shame O ye Phanaticks whose hot Brimstone zeal Produc'd Confusion for a Common-weal Convinc'd if not by Reason Sight nor Sence Yet by your great Diana Providence Sit down and change the Scene of your Affairs To right Ends Model not your Armes but Prayers Embrace your King His Royal mercy prize And then be rich Phanaticks though not wise Now Gracious Soveraign the worlds Just Love and Fear The Jubilee and Triumph of this Year Ride on Let both Your Friends and Enemies know Your Glories were but Shadowed the last Show You shall act Wonders still in War or Peace But from Your Coronation Miracles cease If yet more Miracles in Times womb remain They will be maim'd if not born in your Reign Heaven has unveild one That Meridian Star Shin'd at your Birth needs no Interpreter J. Crowch FINIS