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A35208	A mixt poem, partly historicall, partly panegyricall, upon the happy return of His Sacred Majesty Charles the Second and his illustrious brothers, the Dukes of York and Glocester with honourable reflections upon some state-martyrs and the renowned generall, not forgetting the Rump and its appurtenances / by J.C.	Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.	1660 (1660)	Wing C7300; ESTC R29673	6,593	20

Of Crumwels malice and Heavens providence To what a low Ebb had he brought our state VVhen one * weak Woman stood 'twixt Charls fate O may she never lose her glorious Name Unlesse it be t' advance her House and Fame But they seem few which horrid war destroy'd The Sword of Justice too must be his Bawd A Court 's dress'd up in Scarlet that the place May shew the colour of his Heart and Face Three Kingdomes Head upon the Block must lye To give proud Bradshaw's Robes a second dye May courteous time his name and memory rot May the unmatcht example be forgot If the day must be own'd O let it come To consecrate the good Kings Martyrdome Vultures kill Doves the blood of Innocence spilt A Kings pure blood by th' impure hands of guilt As if that black Crime by design had meant To give th' out-vy'd world a new President Hambleton Holland Capel three Peers fall To make one Breakfast for this Caniball Capel who dying shew'd to crown his merit A Roman Courage and a Christian Spirit But when great Derby fell Crumwell began T' uncrown the King first in the Isle of Man Derby that Regal Lord whose Loyal Head Deserv'd a Coronet of Gold not Lead Shrewsbury must scape by a Divine reprieve So mortall 't was to love the King and live All are not mark'd for Sacrifices some Heaven rates above a Civil Martyrdome But the Fiends Altar is not fatted yet Till two * Priests sacred blood besprinkle it Penruddock Slingsby many more must go To enlarge the book of Martyr's Folio For all this Cromwel breathes securely hath His beds of Roses and his milky path Treads air and Pinacles thus Cedar-tall He knowes no Earth on which to stand or fall Now Parliaments are summon'd but in vain Wise Cato's all come in go out again O strange Vicissitude of Earthly things Crowns Scepters Thrones more mortall than their Kings Oft dye before 'um as if to be High Were to be chang'd we rise we fall we dye Yet Height is no impulsive cause of ill We might sit high and safe could we sit still But we must move Excentrick cannot see VVe tread the Globe of mutability Honour is that great Boon the Gods bestow Their Image stampt on mortals here below And makes them shine like Gods on earth till they Poorly their Honour to their ends betray Now Vice Vertues white Herauldry must stain Honour contemn'd is mixt with earth again Thus is our Ruine measur'd by our Rise And Greatnesse brings the greater Precipice Now are the old Peers into corners thrust Their titles mingled with the Nations dust What were those Starres when this black night begun Borrowing their beams from that late Man i' th' Moon Now noble Stars but Sunlesse had not light To view themselves much less t' adorn their Night The Heraulds office all imploy'd to bring Crumwels Descent down from some Brittish King But fate prevents his pride the Prince o th' Aire With one good Whirlwind cures our long despair He that had rais'd such Earth-quakes in his Life Could not depart without the Elements strife Trees twisted up by th' roots and tossed high Sent by the winds to brush th' infected Sky Thus thus the proud Leviathan was hurld With Curses and black tempests out o th' world And now his gratefull Vassals when he 's dead Put a rich Crown upon his uselesse head And so ingeniously their Mock-Prince deride Emblematizing why the poor man dy'd Who with one impious gripe three Kingdomes got Alas all King except his Name and Hat Great Cromwell's gone now Rome may live in hope Let 's sing Te Deum for the rescued Pope But Richard spurr'd on by ambitious friends In peace the Protectorian Throne ascends With spread arms graspt the Chair but could not reach He was too small god wot to fill the breach They that so near the blessings of a Crown Had brought the Old Sire pull the Filly down Poor Squire I pitty thy unkind advance Left heir to mercy thy Inheritance This Mercy too had far more easie been Hadst not possest thy Fathers Seat and Sin The seat of Scorners our Protector call'd And from that Seat by thy own Vassals hal'd But who knows what this civil Gentleman meant Some say he sufferd for this good Intent Though he the Scepter sway'd some months stood He kept his hands white dipt them not in blood Pull'd down the Scarlet Court good Heavens for this May he gain pardon and the Kings hand kiss Now the restor'd Rump Jehu-like drives on Scorns all Protectors either God or man Neither confirm the Creatures nor quite fail Hold the Fanaticks in an even scale Project on Project Tax on Tax they raise Never had England such improving dayes For now our pious Governours well advis'd Turn'd Jews and our Obedience circumcis'd Baptists and Quakers our sole Princes sway Scarce one Religious man left to obey The Orthodox to Conventicles take VVhile bold Fanaticks the Church Visible make VVho neither Anthems sing nor Chapters read All inspir'd as the worm crawles in their Head Now now the Steeples in sad tremblings were Some with old Age and Ruine most with fear Doubtlesse good luck preserv'd the merry Bells To ring in good time the Fanaticks Knells But see how naturall t is for one to raign Lambert for Lambert Booth for King again No sooner blaz'd a Comet from the East VVhen with faint beams The Sun declin'd i' th' West VVithout dispute the Almighty One then meant To do his work by a single Instrument Lambert proud of a Vict'ry without Fight Rears his hopes to a Protectorian height The Army gather into mutinous Heards March up and pluck their Masters by the Beards The Rump turns backwards on a fatall broach Rise and do reverence to the Swords approach But Lambert spight of Countrey Rump and City Winds up three Nations into one Committee Ycleped Safety but event ere long Declar'd the Bastard Child was Christn'd wrong The Common-wealth is to be Minted new But what the stamp should be no Conjurer knew O Architects than Babells more unskill'd Strange Platonists without Idea's build Mean time new Workmen from the Scottish Land Prepares themselves with sharp tools in their hand Out of the frozen pole starts a good Swain Rigs up and wheels Charles long-dismounted Wain The Lambertonians shrink refuse to Move Encourag'd by apostate friends Above Who for a little Coyn and lesse applause Leave their Lieutenant and the Good old Cause Now the Rump rules the Roast again i' th' East Serv'd up to Usher in a second Feast Up marches George undaunted though he find Armies before him Armies left behind Through all the awakened Counties as he went The loud Aire Ecchoes A Free Parliament The people from all parts like Snow-balls rowl Love and praise Monk as if they knew his Soul No person of a King one word durst start He still sleeps safe in every Loyall Heart Monk climbs to London where he

found fame saith His Masters half perswaded of his Faith They vote their Gold to th' Touch-stone and O Fates Send him commands to unhinge the City Gates But the Sagacious Generall smells their Ends To make him odious hastens to his Friends Triumphant London her proud Joyes expresses In Acclamations Shouts and frank Caresses The Rump now flye-blown quit their seats but thence Shall not be forc'd by Sword or Violence But as the Hammer makes Naile strike out Naile So the Secluded Head thrusts out the Taile Now not till now the wise Mysterious Monk Whispers with Charls from his oraculous Trunk The Generall had with Reverence I infer Onely the King his Privy Counceller O Secrecy the Midwife of Designes Betray'st not but bring'st forth thy Golden Mines Wrought and sublim'd by Industry and Art Charls owes much to Monks Head more to his Heart Had either Fear or Joy this silence broke Perhaps the Thing it self had never spoke England hath long ador'd a George in paint That was the Picture but this George the Saint God acts with the same Methods he begun VVe had the shadow first and then the Sun Secluded Members Act Vote their consent For the just freedom of a Parliament They rise when forthwith from their burdned Hives Ripe Bees swarm out all prodigall of their Lives The Bells to their new Hive these clusters Ring Where with one humming Vote they call their King Great Charls's call'd home not manacl'd nor chain'd But to the height of his just power maintain'd Monk was not so much Presbyter to bring A Royall Captive home instead of King That he himself might his return deplore As made more Exile than he was before Charls is proclaim'd with all Imperial Dues Whilest every hollowing Street sends Heaven the news Such Flames into the aire proud Bonfires sent Threatned to change the Cognate Element Event by truth false Prophets does beguile London was and yet stands one burning pile No sooty Pyramids of smoak aspire Th' whole City is one Elementall fire Shouts damp all sounds the Air opprest with throngs The next great Pest must be Decay of Lungs The active fire-works sinsg'd the Moons bright horns The Man had much adoe to save his Thorns Light speaks the Sun Expression Souls O then What Joy what Bonfires in the hearts of Men Clip clip your VVings my Joyes soar not too high Lest you unfit me for humility May the just Adoration of a Crown Humble my joyes and weigh my Raptures down Great Charles brought upon Angels wings appears The long despair of prayers of sighs of tears VVelcome three Kingdomes Love methinks all three Now in my hearts triangle panting be Welcome three Brothers and three Kingdomes Joyes One Mighty Monarch and two Great Vice-Royes VVelcome blest Prince sent in a needfull hour VVhom Heav'n restor'd to shew its slighted power O may your Reign bring back the Age of Gold May Love's soft hand your Sword and Scepter hold Some say the Heavens some say the Earth do move But sure both Globes turn on the poles of Love O that the whole worlds pride sat on my knee It all should bend to your Dread Majesty Since lowest things durst brave your Empire now All heights and Pyramids under Heav'n shall bow All hearts are pleas'd except such hearts as prove Gall-drencht not born to be belov'd or love The City now long squeez'd and wire-drawn made The Citadel and Mart of Europe-trade The Ship-wrackt Merchants in full Change resort Conceive both Indies brought home with the Court For ever London shut thy Heart and Hands Against all factious and rebellious Bands 'T was time to King it when thy purse and fame Lore'd to th' Imperious Bank of Amsterdam The Countrey has reapt a liberall crop of all Their hopes fancy their Garners in Whitehall The Loyal Rusticks scarce a Psalm will sing Unlesse each Stanza chaunt the name of King The chastest Virgins unespous'd unwo'd Feel Throes of joy and think themselves bestow'd Law and Religion sick twins gasping lay Now that protects this while for both she pray The Muses O Heavens in their sackloth slain Are by three Graces brought to life again Burdens are balms tax now Sir for your good Not our Estates but Lives not Coyn but Blood Blest Halcyon dayes if any thing annoyes Your Kingdomes now 't is that you kill with Joyes Your Return had made three Realms one Sacrifice Had not their guilt allay'd their Extasies Monarch of Hearts the summe of Heavens Expence Heir by Succession King by Providence Heaven Crown your VVisdom which has quencht our Warrs Not by subduing Rebels but the Starrs FINIS Mr. Lilly at the five Bells in the Strand before several persons proved by his Astrologie that there should be no King in England for an hundred years * Dr. Bernard * Mrs Jan● Lane * D. Hew● Love