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england_n	bring_v	france_n	king_n	6,313	5	3.9480	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04991	Logomachia: a harmony in discord, shewing the mutual submission of the Episcopal party in the city, and the independent souldiery, to Charles, by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France & Ireland, defender of the faith.	Rich, Jeremiah, fl. 1664.	1660 (1660)	Wing R1343; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[345]	1,943	1

LOGOMACHIA A Harmony in Discord SHEWING The mutual submission of the Episcopal party in the City and the Independent Souldiery To CHARLES by the Grace of God King of England Scotland France Ireland Defender of the FAITH City WHere am I now upon some unseen wing Hither I have been brought the presence of a King Ere long will grace my bulwarks and adorn My brow with lustre like the gray-ey'd morn Though wayward fortune had malign'd my State And crost my Noble Actions out of date Yet I am metropolitan and my Name Shall live and stand equivalent with fame Rouze up yee slumbring Lions hollow My war-like hearts go and your General follow You whose undaunted valour has been crown'd With Noble Victories the world around Come forth and with your fiers chase away The night and meet the Chariot of the day Sould. Presumptuous wretch to call mee from my bed And with vain thoughts perplex my troubled head A dullness shuts mine eyes I fain would rest A while secure how happy Oh how blest Are those that sleep eternally and hee That lives and dieth in obscurity Bear mee thou gentle Earth for ever I Would press thy flowry green alass to dye Is less than to bee born life is a bubble A minutes joy and full of pleasing trouble Let mee alone ah mee that I could take So kinde a sleep that I might never wake City What pale-fac'd discontent doth seize thee now Or why does anger furrow up thy brow Or is' t despair opinion timorous fear Makes thee look through the glasses of a tear Whose valour and brave fortitude aspires Above the Earth in circles of blew fires The King grants mercy wilt thou now refuse T' imbrace it and his Royal Love abuse The branded slave that tuggs the weary Oar Having the Sabbath of a welcome shore Procured for him by his Gracious King To free him from his slavery and bring Him home again but hee in love with pains Huggs his tormentors and does kiss his chains Let him work on till for his dull delay With torturing whips hee weeps himself away How was this poor and pining City pained With burdens when the many rabble reigned When they had grasped in their greasy hands The Kings Lords Bishops Deans and Chapters Lands And the Rates of all Commodities did rise By Taxes Sesments Customes and Excise With wars imprisonments turmoils vexations Changing and clashing death and sequestrations The Right of Government most did suppose Lay first in one mans head then th 'others nose Mean while the people flock'd in numerous swarms Of double tongues false hearts divided arms And a distracted brain a poisonous breath Of envy and a life-expecting death Or death in midst of life Oh were not wee The only Monuments of misery But now wee are approach'd to that wee call The good if there bee earthly good at all All earthly happiness those people gain 'Bove others where a prudent Prince doth reign Kings are not dismal Comets but as fair As Phoebus burnish'd with his morning hair That from his flaming chariot sends his beams To wake dull mortals from their drowzy dreams Though oft his glorious face when they grow proud He hides and leaves them mantled in a cloud Sould. Dishevill'd hair I 'le tear thee from my Crown Poor tangled Ornament mans Renown Is but a dream be gone I 'le fill thy room With dust and break thee like a Spiders loom It is his Right but wherein now do yee Make famous his immortal memory What singular service now that Heaven may deign To gloryfie him with a happy Reign On Earth that his Illustrious Majesty No more may not in black oblivion lye Will drinking swearing singing roundelaies With Bonfires May-polls Garlands Fidlers Plaies Deriding scoffing persecuting too Those that are good are these the things will do The King such honour what is this the thing Required as solemnity for a King Will lust and rapine madness folly pride In them who all true piety deride Whose poisonous breath while they prophanely call To Heaven would kill a Spider to the wall And hurt the wholesome Air is this the thing Required as Solemnity for a King No come Great Charls and welcome let thine eyes A little check these numerous fooleries Rule us aright and thou shalt prove that wee Though scorn'd the best of all thy Subjects bee Kings are Earth's Gods sometimes their law their will They can incourage virtue punish ill Thy lips are lips of knowledge in thine eye Is both Humility and Majesty The boisterous wind that in its fury raves Aloft to beat the ebbing flowing waves Lockt up in Eolus Gaol sends gentle Gales Of perfum'd Air to court the pregnant Sails That the recoyling Seas as still may lye As Virgins while our Soveraign passes by The Sun invest with Majesty will flee The concave of the spangled Canopy Leaving the Southern Chambers as he rides Through Gemini his flaming Chariot guides From bright Aurora hee will lash away His horse to view the triumphs of the day Where when thou art inthron'd if any woo For Justice then remember Mercy too So shall loud Acclamations lift thy Name 'Bove the resounding trump of flying Fame So shalt thou flourish in th'inlarged store Of wealth and peace thy temples arched ore In a victorious Orb which when lai'd down Because 't is but a transitory Crown Thou shalt bee crown'd above in streets of gold Where thou thy Royal Father shalt behold In everlasting glory uncontroull'd By JEREMIAH RICH. London Printed for Peter Dring at the Sun in the Poultry