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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86035	Gloria Britanica [sic] or, A panegyrick, on his sacred Majesties passage thorow the City of London, to his coronation, on the 23 of April, 1661. Likewise another on S. Georges Day.		1661 (1661)	Wing G867; Thomason E1088_8; ESTC R10488	2,966	8

Gloria Britanica OR A PANEGYRICK ON HIS Sacred Majesties Passage thorow the City of London TO HIS CORONATION On the 23 of April 1661. Likewise another on S. GEORGES DAY LONDON Printed by J. B. for Andrew Crook at the Green Dragon in S. Pauls Church-yard 1661. Gloria Britanica Or a Panegyrick on His MAjESTIES Passing thorow the City of London and His most happy Coronation on the 23 of April 1661. HEnce hence Rebellion seek another place London is Loyal This day a new face Of things doth shew Alligiance outvies Former Magnificence and still further tries To Extasie her self that she may crown Her faith t' her Soveraign passing through the town Each Subject hath erected in his Heart Three Triumphan Arches which ne're will part Religion Loyalty and Love dwell there To God the King each other Tribute here Is daily paid may these for ever stand In the same lustre Graces to our Land These flames of just Devotion cant ' conceal Within such narrow breasts their sparkling zeal Four stately Fabricks are set up to be As Hieroglyphicks of what your Majestie May always there expect When Pageantry Shall fade we are the City then will cry Your lasting Triumphal Arch strength I 'll encrease By weight of Duty centring all in peace Each Arch so high to acquaint th' heaven with news Of what here 's done th' representation shews That both the Land and Sea your Friends yet dare Strive which in you shall have the greatest share The Tower doth first entertain the King The Lyons pay homage acknowledging By Natures first Instructions what some men Have vainly thus long doubted whose souls then May seem to have a lower extract who 'd lie Inferiour to Bruits in Anarchy Hither crowds th' Nobility a Court to keep Whose veins here for the King did often weep Most happy change where th' Execution place Is by this presence turn'd to a Palace The streets are lin'd with faces th' windows eyes Are made all kinde of curiosities Are foils unto the brightness coming by You 'd think each Person t' be a Diety The Worlds here epitomiz'd a whole Nation Shrunk to a Jewel with a blushing passion To be outshin'd by its Neighbour see cloth Of Gold and Silver so common are as if both The Indies had took voyage cross the Seas Or some Projection such labour did ease The streets are rail'd on both sides to the end Both plain and safe the way may be t'defend Your Sacred Person from the peoples love And joy made free which throng the Ayr above The Gowns on one side plac'd which face the bands Of Souldiers whilst peace and war shake hands Thus th'people in th'passage do humbly pray That moderation be this middle way So factions shall not get an ince of ground Nor by pretended healings ' gain us wound The days are loyal too the Sun his beams Gladly displays and lends both light and gleams Of Fruitful heat to our Noon-star long may He to our British Orb continue Day No malign Meteors influence the sky Storms become Mothers of tranquillity The days give Omen of your quiet raign Our Settlement your Crosses did contain This Noble Train in all the peoples mindes Aw Love Hope and Fear lively checker'd findes This Day reviv'd the Glory of our Nation Doth celebrate its Resurrection Each one doth keep his rank knows his degree Phrantick confusions no Divinity Your Majestie comes last quite to undo Your Subjects who 're forc'd t' turn Phanaticks too The Conduit stones would live whilst that warm blood Creeps in their veins unless it caus'd a flood You pass on still where you don't stay to dine Your influence turns waters into wine Your Court at length doth bid you welcome home Some parts reserved are for th' morrows dooms Each one hath stor'd so much of you whose eye Widened it self its thirst to satisfie The night doth draw th' curtains willing to make An interlude loud musick this mistake Corrects for bells and shouts call up the Day Expectation can't endure delay On the Second Day being St. Georges Day ARise ye Muses quit your beds arise The day requires a double Sacrifice Two Worthies have made this an Holy-day Arise Religion bids you not to stay King Charls th'second Heavens Darling must now His Crown have fixed on his Royal Brow Twelve years preparing yet not finished Till it shall have Perfection from his head Gold and precious stones married are too small To confines's thoughts Our Atlas's crown'd with all The World yet shrinks not under this great weight Because of Government he hath the sleight The Peers put on their robes themselves attire Whose Vertue and Births have made them higher Then other men their Honour is full blown And yet shuts up when ere the Sun goes down The Reverend Bishops have their place whose age Piety and learning supplie Parentage Their white 's unspotted their naked innocence Hath conquer'd Armies secures ' gainst violence Your good Angels who are endeavouring T' crown your soul and make y'an immortal King Although the claims in waiting distinct be Yet in this discord there is Harmony Joy's alone contentious and knows no Law So many Princes in one who ever saw All these Attendants as it doth behove With fit Devotion to the Abbey move This Ancient Cathedral was wont to be The sacred place of this Solemnitie A fit place where the King a God is made And yet that he 's but man is taught Here 's laid Intomb'd your Ancestors the high ascent To th'Throne doth discover your Monument Your Subjects pray that you may them survive And of their Glory long the Tomb deprive The Ceremonies with the utmost care Are done late Acclamations turn to Prayer When th'Crown is on Voyces the Bells out ring With one consent all cry God save the King Though the most Reverend Fathers hand did shake This Trembling the Crown doth more setled make Unto His Royal Head it cleaves so fast That no Divource by any envious blast Can be ere made Usurpers vainly woe What with such constancy hath courted you The Feast was kept in the adjoyning Hall Fitted to receive such Guests thither all The people flocks not as Clients to look For variety of Law dish'd up by th' Lord Cook But as Spectators of the Feast this Day Which to S. Georges Fame you yearly pay Your Champion dares challenge all the Heads Of those Great Traytors fixed on the leads He all in Armour clad seems to outdo St. George he dares charge their Familiars too How do the Canons play and mankind shame Unbowelling themselves to feed your Fame Hark hark how do they strain their throats to sound To the Heavens the joy of your being Crown'd The Eccho improves even to a wonder Eor th' Heavens second them with claps of thunder And now to all it plainly doth appear That you are more admired above then here Greats that pomp where th' Heavens bring up the rear The Phanaticks poysonous breath none need fear Thunder of infection the Aire doth clear With Lightning Thunder showers time do keep The Heavens for joy often laugh often weep Bonfires continue Day no space between Their flames th' Element of Fire on earth is seen More lasting Flames are kindled in each breast Aspiring which of them shall please you best Pardon Great Sir this bold attempt to draw In such rude lines what before eye ne're saw 'T is no shame to a skilful Artists hand In such a Landskip to be at a stand Where Nature and Art did at once combine To strive for Victory and to outshine Their former dawnings by these Noon tide rays There must shrink up and wither th'Poets bays Dread Sir Your happiness is now begun You 're Crownd with the perfections of the Sun Imparting light and heat you make us live And unto us you do our Reasons give Your Kingdoms late Chaos rarefying From its load of faces owrs first You King When all 's so well dispos'd in th' Firmament Disjoyn'd particles of earth will soon cement Your World 's compleated though th' elements strive And in their Circle of rest themselves deprive You Peace and plenty to your people bring No pendant sword shall starve their joy for th' King Let other Nations wear themselves away With envying us the glory of this Day Your Subjects t' a due height at once can't raise Fit thoughts of you for they will live your praise Most Royal Sir may y'r thred of life extend Beyond your just Encomiums which have no end FINIS