declare Her Grief she rages foams and beats the shores 28. But she that now with so much grief and care The op'ning of the War do's apprehend Who can believe it of this fatal War With much more sorrow shall behold the End 29. Methinks I 'me mounted high on Kinton Hills The Vale beneath with a red Sea of Blood Is overflow'd and dire Bellona fills With heaps of slaughter'd Men the sanguine Flood 30. What a prodigious Harvest through the Field Is reap't by Fiery Rupert's conquering Sword What heaps are by the Pious Monarch kill'd A mourning Conqu'rour If the Fates afford 31. Still a propitious Course but this one Day To all that kind of Ills will put an End Th' o're hasty Conquest stumbling in the Way Fell e're it had the Neighbouring Goal attain'd 32. Then Mars through all the British Empire rag'd From the Lands-End to Orkney by the Sun Coldly oblig'd no place is disengag'd Posses 't with Fury all the Ruine run 33. What cruel Serpent of the Furies Brood Unhappy England did thy Health confound All thy sick Members flow with poison'd Blood That thy whole Body seems but as one Wound 34. Thrice were thy Fields unlucky Newberry With Slaughter and Destruction cover'd o're And thy sad Fame in horrour do's out-vie Philippi's Fields twice-dy'd in humane Gore 35. Long was the Ballance even held by Fate Who did of Both the nodding Ruin poise VVith mutual Slaughter and alternate Weight Of damage Equal were their Griefs and Joys 36. First Yorkshire's cruel Fight severely shakes And turns the Scales of VVar and Naseby's Field At last a VVound profound and mortal makes Never by Art or Fortune to be heal'd 37. The rest ye Gods permir me not to write But Lo a wondrous and deformed Heap Of Miseries at once invade my sight What Spoiles of War the Impious Victors reap 38. The King in a Poor rustic Habit dress't 'T was the first time he ever us'd Deceit Though greatness still his sacred Looks express't Flying the Foe flies to a Foe as Great 39. What place will to the Conquer'd help afford A King a Guest a Suppliant in vain Of his own-Country-Subjects aid implor'd Ungrateful men perfidious and prophane 40. So do's the self-wrack't Pilot freely leap Into the threatning Waves he fear'd before From out the fierce Flames of his burning Ship Whom cruel Waves again to Flames restore 41. With Prayer's and Threats the Conquerours demand The King as a just Spoil of War detain'd By fraud such Seeming proofs of Love they give You 'd think without their King they could not live 42. No less the Scots their zealous Love declare They to restore their Royal Guest deny And stifly urge and claim their right and share He 's not so vile but England yet must buy 43. Or not possesse him O unheard of Shame Which will in vain to Future Times be told The Potent Lord of Sea and Land became A Slave the Master 's to the Servant sold. 44. Far be it that this great and horrid Crime On your whole Nation Scotland should be thrown Your Virtue did the Sin of part redeem And with much Blood for Crimes of Few attone 45. Scarce did the Arms hung up in houses rest But a long Course of Civil war return'd VVho by base Tyrants saw the King oppress 't And made a Prisoner but with Anger burn'd 46. Scotland though late it did thy Anger move And the just Rage of Generous Kent inflame VVhich above life it self do's Freedom love And Wales which still maintains the Britains Fame 47. VVhy should I mention the unhappy Fights The trembling Ribla stain'd with humane Blood Or routed Scots who in their hasty Flights Did stop the very Current of the Flood 48. VVhy should I Medway swell'd with Slaughter name Or Colchester's long cruel Seige relate VVhose Courage greatest Mis'ries ne're could tame And who deserv'd a more propitious Fate 49. VVhy should I recollect the Glorious Fate Of Lords who bravely fighting dy'd in Field Or their sad ignominious Death relate VVho to the cruel Victors Mercy yield 50. After such Ruins and such Miseries So many VVounds by advers Fortune given So much the Pious King did Life despise That he thought Death the greatest gift of Heaven 51. But Oh! the impious and tremendous Deed Can n're be curs't enough by after-times It Hells most sharp Invention do's exceed To find a Torment equal to their Crimes 52. I' th' Peoples sight the King from Prison led On a High Scaffold just before the Gate Of his cheif Palace bows his Sacred Head To the Hangmans hands 53. Wounded on all sides now poor Britan dyes Drown'd in the Blood which from her self did flow A Headless nameless deform'd Carkass lyes A Monstrous Lifeless Trunck which none could know 54. Who would not hope tho there was nothing less In Death soft Quiet and eternal Rest Lo numerous vile Souls in Tumults press And ' stead of One to rule the Limbs infest 55. Vile Sons of Earth by base Corruption bred Worms pois'nous Insects and black Serpents croud And Cromwell greatest of the Serpents fed Upon the very Marrow and the Blood 56. A noisom Odor's through the World diffus'd Sin and Injustice Justice then became No Rains Impiety now Reigning us'd To Fury having pass't the Bounds of Shame 57. 'T was counted Sport to see the Scaffolds fix't In every Street bedew'd with noble Blood To see in Pairs hangmen and Worthies mix't O Gods as Shows presented to the Croud 58. The good man's standing Mansion was the Gaol Th' Access to which with Crouds was early press't But weary'd Cruelty at length did fail And was compell'd a while to breath and rest 59. Insatiate Avarice no Cessation makes No Limits to it's violent Rage appear The Warriour often willingly forsakes But the Proscriber hardly quits the Spear 60. All that preceding glorious Kings had heap't With a Magnificent and Sparing hand The noble Spoils in bloody Battel reap't And all the Riches by long Peace attain'd 61. What our Forefathers generous Piety And rich Religion in a splendid Dress Did to the Sacred Altar's Use apply All the Estates the Nobles did possess 62. And those whoe're of Loyalty and Lands Were Guilty found O wretched Avarice Not all these Riches could the Harpy-hands Of the Tyrannic Sons of Earth suffice 63. Nor is 't enough alone to take the Spoils Of Gods and the Kings Houses these unjust And impious Men destroy the stately Piles Of very Ruin there 's a wicked Lust. 64. In every place the groaning Carts are fill'd With Beams and Stones so busie and so loud Are the proud Victors as they meant to Build But they to Ruin and Destruction croud 65. Timber which had been bury'd many Years Under high Royal Towers they invade 'T is sure that Hand the Living never spares Which is so wicked to disturb the Dead 66. Then all the Woods the barbarous Victors seize The noble Nursery of the Fleet and Town The hopes of War and
Ornaments of Peace Which once Religion did as Sacred own 67. Now Publick Use and great Convenience claims The Woods from private Hands inviolate Which greedy men to less devouring Flames Do for sweet Lucre freely dedicate 68. No Age they spare the tender Elm and Beach Infants of thirty Years they overthrow Nor could old Age it self their Pity reach No Reverence to hoary Barks they know 69. Th' unhappy Birds an ever-singing Quire Are driven from their antient shady Seats And a new Grief do's Philomel inspire With mournful Notes which she all night repeats 70. Let them the Woods and Forrests burn and wast There will be Trees to hang the Slaves at last And God who such Infernal men disclaims Will root 'em out and throw 'em 〈…〉 es 71. Mean while expell'd his cruel Country's Shores The great Carolides through foreign Lands Wanders and Aid alas in vain implores Still cruel Fate his Happiness withstands 72. How did he suffer both by Sea and Land That Pious Son of an immortal Saint Chearful he bears the troubles Fates command Till they grew weary though he ne're did faint 73. The Reverend Young Man made Fortune yield And in due Course of time by Fate design'd His Scepter which so fast a Tyrant held At last was gently to his Hands resign'd 74. But before Fate the happy Signal makes Fierce and impatient unto Arms he flyes Despising Life and courting Fame he breaks Through Seas block't up with hostile Ships and Ice 75. To a late hostile still suspected Land He goes The Oliverian Powers of Hell And Furies trembling and confounded stand To see great Charles to his own Kingdoms sail 74. Impetuous Waves and raging Storms they raise In vain to sink the Sacred Ship they strive Their Thunder cannot violate his Bays In vain they stop the Ship which Fate do's drive 77. Vain is their Fear since Caesar it Conveys Safely conducted by the Almighties Hand But yet not Caesars Fortune which to raise Do's other Arm 's and yet scarce Arms demand 78. In vain the Scots now chang'd invite the King Though They some Honour for that Action bore And thence a Man by happy Stars did spring Who did in Arms with Peace the King restore 79. In the mean time Great Fergus greater Heir Who 's Right is from a hundred Kings deriv'd Did to the Reverend Church of Scone repair And there the Antient Scottish Crown receiv'd 80. With an unlucky Sign though great Applause The Crown not being in due manner plac't The Insulting conquering Foe did rage and cause Disturbance and the Solemn Rights infest 81. But now his Royal Father's Murder fires Charles with Revenge Iust Indignation stings His Breast Virtue incens't a Soul inspires Worthy the Off-spring of a hundred Kings 82. He scorns to be by an inglorious Siege In the utmost Limits of his Kingdom shut Nor shall the coming Winters Aids oblige Him whose great Faith is not in Mountains put 83. Wholly resolv'd for War He gives the Rains To Fortune and his Courage distant Tay As his Confinement nobly He disdains But ev'n with Death to Thames designs his way 84. The amazed Enemy is left behind Who of the Horror of this Action speak With Trembling and Confusion of mind But Valour is without good Fortune weak 85. At length arrives the long long wish't for Day For which with Pray'rs and Tears the Britains sue'd The King through thousand Dangers of the Way On Severn's Banks with a good Army stood 86. Thus far a Victor better had it prov'd If He Advances to the Thames had made The King himself this sounder Counsel mov'd But powerful Votes with Counsels mixt disswade 87. Now Warlike England now 's the time To Arm 's Defend the Son revenge the Father kill'd If Piety has yet prevailing Charms And your poor ruin'd Country now rebuild 88. England's ill Genius now alarm'd with Fears Who on the Ruin of Good men did dwell More vigilant than Cromwells self prepares A Cruel Poison by the Arts of Hell 89. One of the sleepy cold and fearful Snakes Sloaths Opium which binds the Nerves with Cold Poison of griping Avarice he takes Which close Torpedo-like the Hand do's hold 90. He Drops of Lethe mixes every Breast With these he sprinkles strait moist Poison came Upon them and deep Lethargy posses 't England forgetting her own Health and Fame 91. Yet here true Courage did not Charles forsake Whom Fortune and his People now desert Innumerous Foes surrounding could not make Him yield or Conquer his Heroic Heart 92. Witness Ye Hills not since call'd Red in vain And Severn's Waters stain'd with humane Blood And fatal Worcester which did first sustain The War and to it's Course a Limit stood 93. The last unwillingly he quits the Field After a cruel Slaughter and the Flight Of th' Army last the Captive Town do's yeild And from near Hills looks back with Rage and Spight 94. In haste he recollects his scatter'd Men But few so great a Shipwrack scap't to try His extream Fortune and at last regain The Day he lost or in it Nobly dye 95. The Valiant Derby faithful Wilmot fam'd For Armes who both the King and Charles did love And Buckingham with Honour always nam'd Prepar'd for both this Generous Vote approve 96. Buckingham Valiant Beautiful and Young A benign Star at home and in the Field Like violent Lightning an Achates strong Worthy to bear his great Aeneas Shield 97. Ther 's no Delay with Fury they return Nor is it Hope so much their Minds alarms But a brave generous Despair do's burn Their Hearts and drives them to unfortunate Arm 98. Thus do's the King with a Few more who know By Glory taught that Death can never prove Or to the Wretched or the Brave a Foe The rest such Noble Knowledge could not move 99. Trembling their King and Leader they forsake Who in vain the Deaf do's court and animate In hasty Flight they all disperse and take Inglorious Life before a Glorious Fate 100. Now brave young Man alas in vain so brave Who can preserve Thee every where beset What God himself can extricate and save Thee Sacred Charles from Fortunes Cruel Net 101. Yes this great Miracle to Charles the Saint The Eternal God who is Omnipotent As a Reward for Martyrdom will grant And ev'n his Pray'rs for Mortal Charles prevent 102. There stands in th' utmost limits of the East Of rich Salopia a Wood fair by Name Now though 't was once obscure and humbly blest No place is Brighter with the Beams of Fame 103. Hard by a sacred and auspicious Pile White Ladies call'd did the poor King invite To Bread and Refuge mighty gifts a while And here his growing Fate became more Bright 104. But not before he had put off the King Here weeping he dismiss't his weeping Friends No Tears do from his own Misfortunes spring Upon their Dangers all his Grief depends 105. The Gems and Gold which did so much adorn The Garter and
all Objects of Delight He leaves nor is St. George's Image worn The Dragon vanquishing the Sacred Knight 106. His long black graceful Curls by Scissars fall Nor is 't enough his Crown fell from his Head A poor Cloath Suit he wears nor is that all He acted Poverty and was poor indeed 107. Alas too strictly the great Monarch bears Th' old Slav'ry of this House for he forsakes All worldly Pomp poor sordid Cloaths he wears He cuts his Hair of Friends sad leave he takes 108. Now he 's a Monk soon after cruel Fate Not ev'n a House to cover him allows Then he 's a Hermite in a wretched State Alone he hides among the shady Boughs 109. Yet even this curs't Fortune too denies From him the very Earth the Tyrant takes Scarce to the Fugitive a Tree supplies A Seat and in the Air safe Harbour makes 110. Under a cruel Sky in Wind and Rain With sordid Hair and a more sordid Dress He sits great signs of Grief but more of Pain And extream Labour his sad Looks express 111. His Face a little too with Smutch is dy'd Yet in his Looks do's Sacred Brightness dwell Nor can his Majesty disguises hide Whose Beams all Darkness and vain Clouds dispell 112. Some body comes ye Gods preserve the King O all is well the Gods to men are just No Traytor but a Royalist they bring The valiant Carlos faithful in his Trust 113. He happily with Want and Danger press't Is on this Coast by the same Shipwrack cast O happy O much more than Cromwell bles't On whom ill Fortune so much Honour plac't 114. He informs the King that all the Country 's fill'd With the Enemies Troops in every House and Grove His Sacred Head at a set Value held They seek and near now very near they move 115. What should they do They from the Danger ta Rash hasty Counsel yet from Heav'n inspir'd A spatious Oak he did his Palace make And safely in its hollow Womb retir'd 116. The Loyal Tree it 's willing Boughs inclin'd Well to receive the climbing Royal Guest In Trees more Piety than Men we find And it 's thick Leaves into an Arbour press't 117. A rugged Seat of Wood became his Throne The bending Boughs his Canopy of State With bowing Tops the Trees their King did own And silently ador'd Him as He sate 118. Hail Heaven's Care and greatest now of Kings A horrid Croud of saddest Miseries From Thee no undecent Tears or Sorrow brings Or makes thy Reason Captive by Surprise 119. He 's truly Great who could at such a time Neither fear Death nor yet of Life despair This is a Work so Noble and Sublime It cheifly do's a Royal Soul declare 120. If Fortune did your Kingdom basely seize You Fortunes Kingdom from her Nobly gain A Iust Revenger she will now have Peace With him who conquer'd Triumphs do's obtain 121. The Gods are pleas'd so great a Pair to Joyn But you will be discharg'd the happy Birth Of that fair Year is nigh from Heaven t' will shine Lighting with happy Stars the peaceful Earth 122. That glorious Star the shining Pomp do's lead Than all the starry Host more gay and bright Which thirty Years before did Wonder breed And signaliz'd your Birth with sacred Light 123. Daring at Noon to exert the Lamp of Night Boldly i th' open Face of Day it rose New Light portending by unusual Light Did at Mid-day Phoebus himself oppose 124. Now once again with wondrous Light adorn The Heavens rise at noon Auspicious Star Behold your Royal Charles again is born To vital Life and to a pleasant Air. 125. Behold how gently Monck's strong artful Hand The labouring Prince delivers and removes All Stops he best this Art do's understand And to deliver troubled Monarchs loves 126. Great generous Prince return to life again The beauteous golden May do's now arrive And your Birth-day so long desir'd in vain Live Generous Prince again Great Monarch Live 127. O Joyful Charming and Propitious Day Triumph of conquering Peace when you most blest Of Kings through London made your glorious Way Mids't of three great Heroic Brothers plac't 128. Attended by a Noble splendid Train So many came this Triumph to behold You 'd think the whole World London did contain Numberless Leaves in Woods as soon are told 129. First all cry out He comes with one Consent Long live King Charles then the vast Tumult cries Methinks their Joys which with such noise they vent In Whirlwinds drove should Forreign Lands surprize 130. Joys make us mad Stoics permit our Cares Now to be drown'd and let short chearful Folly At length impose an end to twenty Years Of wretched Rage and dismal Melancholy 131. Nor will the Island which all o're do's burn With festival bright Flames now suffer Night Succeed this Great Day in it's usual Turn All the Island burns the Seas a round are light 132. I omit the Peoples Banquets Songs and Sports Their boundless Laughter and their Tears to write For extreme Joy which not it self supports VVith Pleasure gently sheds Tears sweet and white 133. The Wines which from the Conduits freely run Why should I name Rivers themselves should pour Since the true golden Age is now begun God Wine far richer than Iove's golden Show'r 134. Now golden Months and a bright Chain of Years Advance Behold from part of Heav'n serene Peace scattering the Clouds at length appears Long Peace which had so long an exile been 135. Clapping her white Wings Albion she imbrac't With her return'd Shame Plenty and Good Fame And Piety in decent Habit dress't And Iustice which did Britain long disclaim 136. Wit and Good Arts and charming Liberty Which best do's flourish under Pious Kings To these the Royal Mother do's apply As great a Blessing for Her Self She brings 137. Great Mary comes after a Banishment In her own Country long and sad 't is strange Love to her Husband was the Crime they mean't Now Heav'n do's Her reward and Him revenge 138. Hail Queen your Sexes Ornament and Pride And Shame of ours you both in prosperous Fate And adverse decently your Passions guide Your pious Tears Envy in Gods create 139. Your Husband Charles alone they envy Heav'n Thinks him to highly with those Offerings bless't You while the Worlds Wheel is a round you driven Remain unmov'd in Virtu's Center plac't 140. Now the most just of Kings applies his Mind To Government the gaping Wounds of Wars With a sure gentle Hand to close and bind And by degrees to hide the very Scars 141. To restore Laws their Force and Majesty To polish rusty Manners and redeem The antient Faith and sincere Honesty And the old Glory of the English Name 142. Such is the lately return'd Masters Care Of his neglected Garden which he finds O're-run with Ruin he do's gently pare Luxuriant Plants the Loose and Wandring binds 143. He the Dejected raises and sustains Much sets and much extirpates all 's redress't Vast is