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Anglia rediviva, or, The miraculous return of the breath of our nostrils a poem / by Edmund Elis.
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Elys, Edmund, ca. 1634-ca. 1707.
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1660
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Wing E660
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ANGLIA REDIVIVA OR The Miraculous Return of THE BREATH OF OUR NOSTRILS A POEM By EDMUND ELIS Master of Arts. Printed in the Year 1660. TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE CHARLES II KING OF GREAT BRITTAINE FRANCE and IRELAND The Author His MAjESTIES most Loyall Subject Humbly Dedicates this following POEM ANGLIA REDIVIVA NO Voice more soft then Thunder can expresse Our present Ioy or our past Heavinesse None can the Largenesse of This Ioy set out Vnlesse at once He make THREE KINGDOMES Shout Which is the Greater sith through Griefe it Came As Water Vanquisht still Augments the Flame In Mirth and Laughter now and Pleasant Tones We Spend that Breath which we Fetcht up for Groans Oh how we Droopt and Hung our Heads to see Rebellion Prosper How we griev'd to be Iudgd for the Wicked by Perfidious Knaves By No Man Rul'd but Kept in Awe by Slaves Oh how we greiv'd to see that Vip'rous Brood By whose Black Hellish Sire the Royall Bloud Of Blessed CHARLES was shed to bear the sway And which was worse to see that none but They Or Their small Myrmidons should be the Men Esteem'd for Godly ' as if the DEVIL agen Had on those Cloathes which once in HEAVEN he Wore He learns to Bleat who still was wont to Roar But now those Varlets are as they should be Sunck in the Depth of Scorne and Infamy Thrown down ev'n by Those Hands which did them Raise Revil'd by Those who gave them greatest Praise See Rebels See the HAND OF GOD. Where now Are all those Lawrels which once Crownd the Brow Of that Victorious-CROMWEL They were all Turn'd into Ashes at his Funerall And Cover'd in His Urne But first those Bayes GOD Us'd for Rods to VVhip His Sons His Praise Survive'd Him but for This That His Great Name Might Raise Them up that They might Fall with Shame And those Wild Wretches who Drew down These Elves Pull'd Them on their own Heads and Fell Themselves Still Tumbling on th' other 'till their Fall Had made some way for that Brave GENERAL The Clorious MONCK to Step up to that Height Where being Fixt He had no need to Fight He Conquerd by His Words Three Nations came Streight to do Homage to His Mighty NAME Thus having All in 's Hands He gave the Power To Him whose Right it was made Himselfe Lower He might be which he would of these Two Things The Best of Subjects or The Worst of Kings By Less'nings Power thus He Gain'd more Renown 'T was HEAVEN Gave CHARLES but MONCK Put on His CROWN Now that our KING 's PROCLAIM'D what shall we say Sure this Blest Month will make our Years all MAY. The KING was Proclaim'd in May 60. What Pleasant Daies shall we have now when He Who hath not only Strength but MAIESTY And Lawfull Power shall only bear the sway And with his Looks Fright SAINT like Fiends away This was i th' number of our late Complaints That the worst Villaines were esteemd Best SAINTS But now our SVN is up and all is Clear And Knaves and Rebels as they Are Appear Now we may Teach each poor Deluded Thing That 't is not Treason to be for the KING Where are those Mock-SAINTS now Thus as they say The DEVIL VValkes not when he sees 't is Day O that They who did Boast their Cause to be Most Just because 't was Prosperous would See What GOD has Wrought for Him whom They'd Withstand What Wonders GOD has Shewn to bring this Land Into Subjection to their Lawfull KING The Theme's too High for Me let ANGELS Sing Yea sure the Heav'nly Host do all Proclaime The Praise of This Great Act Due to the Name Of Him by whom KINGS Raign And O that I Could make my Soule wing'd with Devotion Flie To GOD And Think what Words can't reach His Praise Who without Blood has Crown'd our KING with Baies Brought from Three Conquer'd Nations Which now He Holds in Subjestion but to keep them Free Even from that Yoke of Bondage which of late So Gall'd our Necks whilst That they call'd a State Was nought but Madmen sitting at the Helme 'T was a Great Bedlam which is now a Realme Worse then Egyptian Bondage This to be The Subjects of the Popularity And those so Giddy-headed too that none Knew what to Do or what to leave Vndone Each little Writer ev'ry week brings in His Forme of Government as if 't had bin Not harder to new Mould a Kingdome then To get a Standish and to make a Pen. Nay HEVVSON and the like Mechanicks Prate Like the Supporters of a Ruinous State As if they thought it were no more to doe To Frame a State then 't is to make a Shoe But those Mad Times are past and now we are Even Rescu'd from the SWORD without a WAR Without a VVAR Great CHARLES His Kingdomes VVon Thus straight when GOD wil Have 't the Thing is Done And now Blest Prince sith by Your Suffrings You Have made the VVorld to know what You can Doe In Better Times who Did so well in Ill Still Conqu'ring all those Passions vvhich do Still Invade th' Opprest No Fear or Anger could Cast your Brave Soule in an Vnchristian Mould In all Your Wrongs and Dangers still your Mind Was to Religion lustice GOD Inclin'd Nay vvhen some Griefs and Troubles needs must come To get Great SIR in Your large Breast some roome Your Mind stands Firme all rough thoughts Outbraves Like Rocks Unmov'd vvith the most Boist'rous Waves Since You by Suff'ring Thus have made us knovv The True Height of Your Soul O may vve Bow In a deep Sense of our Felicitie To Heaven first next to Your selfe our Knee Oh may vve Thankfull be and sing His Praise Who for our Cypress novv has giv'n us Baies May vve give GOD and CAESAR All their Due And Him Obey still in Obeying You. With Tears of Joy that You are now Come in And Sorrow that your MAIESTY has bin So long Time Absent vve vvould make a Floud To Wash this LAND Staind vvith Your FATHERS Bloud Who both in Life and Death so Conqu'ring Fate Was ne're Vnhappy though Vnfortunate What Glory gain'd He by His Sufferings He Liv'd and Dy'd even like the KING OF KINGS O may You Guide us as He would have done Had we not Run into Rebellion May You Live Those Great Things He VVrote and Be Your Selfe A New ΕΙΚΩΠΒΑΣΙΛΙΚΗ To His Great Praise may You still Adde Your Own 'Till You Change This for an Eternall CROVVN FINIS TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE LORD GENERAL MONCK April 18. 1660. GOE on Wise SIR and make Your Selfe The GREAT By Conqu'ring Those whom You Disdaine to Beat What Wonder will Your Bloodlesse Triumphs gaine THREE KINGDOMES Conquer'd and not One Man Slain Your Valour thus with Matchlesse Prudence can Distroy the FOE and yet not Hurt the Man We Long to see the Time when You 'll Appeare To Be what Good Men Hope what Others Fear That This Dark CHAOS of Affaires may be But a Resemblance of the Infancy Of the CREATION which began in Night Confusion Brought forth Order Darknesse Light Trust not in Your owne Strength be sure to Doe What Honour Law and Conscience Binds You to So You may Justly Hope that HE whose Hand Has Set You Up will give You Power to Stand. Stand NOBLE SIR that Our Bow'd Necks may be Rais'd by Your Hand to our Old * Nunquam Libertas gratior extat Quam sub Rege Pio Claud. Liberty Then ENGLAND'S Mourning turn'd to Joy We 'll Sing CROMWEL Kill'd CHARLES But MONCK Reviv'd the KING FINIS