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Windsor castle, in a monument to our late-sovereign K. Charles II of ever blessed memory a poem / by Tho. Otway.
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Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685.
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1685
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Wing O570; ESTC R21958
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or King no longer were obey'd But that good Angel whose surmounting Power Waited Great Charles in each emergent hour Against whose Caro Hell vainly did decree Nor faster could design than That foresee Guarding the Crown upon his Sacred Brow From all its blackest Arts was with him now Assur'd him Peace must be for him design'd For he was born to give it all mankind By Patience Mercies large and many Toils In his own Realms to calm intestine Broils Thence ev'ry root of Discord to remove And plant us new with Unity and Love Then stretch his healing Hands to neighbouring Shores Where Slaughter rages and wild Rapine roars To cool their Ferments with the Charmes of Peace Who so their Madness and their Rage might cease Grow all embracing what such Friendship brings Like us the People and like Him their Kings But now alas in the sad Grave he lies Yet shall his Praise for ever live and Laurels from it rise For this Assurance pious Thanks he paid Then in his Mind the beauteous Modell laid Of that Majestick Pile where oft his Care A while forgot he might for Ease repair A Seat for sweet Retirement Health and Love Britain's Olympus where like awfull Iove He pleas'd could sit and his Regards bestow On the vain busie swarming World below E'en I the meanest of those humble Swains Who sang his Praises through the fertile Plains Once in a happy hour was thither led Curious to see what Fame so far had spread There Tell my Muse what wonders thou didst find Worthy thy Song and his Gelestial Mind 'T was at that joyfull hallow'd Day 's return On which that Man of Miracles was born At whose great Birth appear'd a noon-day Star Which Prodigy foretold yet many more Did strange Escapes from dreadfull Fate declare Nor shin'd but for one greater King before Though now alas in the sad Grave he lies Yet shall his Praise for ever live and Laurels from it rise For this great Day were equal Joys prepar'd The Voice of Triumph on the Hills was heard Redoubl'd Shoutings wak'd the Echo's round And chearfull Bowls with loyal Vows were crown'd But above all within those losty Towers Where Glorious Charles then spent his happy hours Joy wore a solemn though a smiling Face 'T was gay but yet Majestick as the Place Tell then my Muse what Wonders thou didst find Worthy thy Song and his Celestial Mind Within a Gate of strength whose ancient Frame Has out-worn Time and the Records of Fame A Reverend Dome there stands where twice each day Assembling Prophets their Devotions pay In Prayers and Hymns to Heaven's Eternal King The Cornet Flute and Shawme assisting as they sing Here Israel's mystick Statutes they recount From the first Tables of the Holy Mount To the blest Gospel of that Glorious Lord Whose pretious Death Salvation has restor'd Here speak my Muse what Wonders thou didst find Worthy thy Song and his Celestial Mind Within this Dome a shining Chapel 's rais'd Too Noble to be well describ'd or prais'd Before the Door fix'd in an Awe profound I stood and gaz'd with pleasing Wonder round When one approach'd who bore much sober Grace Order and Ceremony in his Face A threatning Rod did his dread Right-hand poize A badge of Rule and Terrour o'er the Boys His Left a Massy bunch of Keys did sway Ready to open all to all that pay This Courteous Squire observing how amaz'd My Eyes betray'd me as they wildly gaz'd Thus gently spoke Those Banners rais'd on high Betoken noble Vows of Chivalry Which here their Hero's with Religion make When they the Ensigns of this Order take Then in due method made me understand What Honour fam'd St. George had done our Land What Toils he vanquish'd with what Monsters strove Whos 's Champion's since for Vertue Truth and Love Hang here their Trophies while their gen'rous Arms Keep Wrong supprest and Innocence from Harms At this m' Amazement yet did greater grow For I had been told all Vertue was but Show That oft bold Villany had best Success As if its Use were more nor Merit less But here I saw how it rewarded shin'd Tell on my Muse what Wonders thou didst find Worthy thy Song and Charles his mighty Mind I turn'd around my Eyes and Lo a Cell Where melancholy Ruine seem'd to dwell The Door unhing'd without or Bolt or Ward Seem'd as what lodg'd within found small regard Like some old Den scarce visited by Day Where dark Oblivion lurk't and watch't for Prey Here in a Heap of confus'd Waste I found Neglected Hatchments tumbled on the ground The Spoils of Time and Triumph of that Fate Which equally on all Mankind does wait The Hero levell'd in his humble Grave With other men was now nor great nor brave While here his Trophies like their Master lay To Darkness Worms and Rottenness a Prey Urg'd by such Thoughts as guide the truly Great Perhaps his Fate he did in Battel meet Fell in his Prince's and his Countrey 's Cause But what his Recompence A short Applause Which he ne'er hears his Memory may grace Till soon forgot another takes his Place And happy that Man's Chance who falls in time E'er yet his Vertue be become his Crime E'er his abus'd Desert be call'd his Pride Or Fools and Villains on his Ruine ride But truly blest is he whose Soul can bear The Wrongs of Fate nor think them worth his Care Whose Mind no Disappointment here can shake Who a true Estimate of Life does make Knows 't is uncertain frail and will have end So to that Prospect still his Thoughts does bend Who though his Right a stronger Power invade Though Fate oppress and no man give him Aid Cheer'd with th' Assurance that he there shall find Rest from all Toils and no Remorse of mind Can Fortune's Smiles despise her Frowns out-brave For who 's a Prince or Beggar in the Grave But if Immortal any thing remain Rejoice my Muse and strive that End to gain Thou kind Dissolver of encroaching Care And Ease of e'ery bitter Weight I bear Keep from my Soul Repining while I sing The Praise and Honour of this Glorious King And farther tell what Wonders thou didst find Worthy thy Song and his Celestial Mind Beyond the Dome a Lofty Tower appears Beauteous in Strength the Work of long past years Old as his noble Stem who there bears sway And like his Loyalty without Decay This goodly ancient Frame looks as it stood The mother Pile and all the rest her brood So carefull Watch seems piously to keep While underneath her Wings the Mighty sleep And they may rest since Norfolk there commands Safe in his faithfull Heart and valiant Hands But now appears the Beautous Seat of Peace Large of extent and fit for goodly Ease Where Noble Order strikes the greedy Sight With Wonder as it fills it with Delight The massy Walls seem as the Womb of Earth Shrunk when such mighty Quarries thence