faithful Angels ' cause they this refuse Most holy men that Pill they durst not take But must their people and their friends forsake All godly ones that vain Inchantment hate Oathes against Oathes but now what cares the State Yet for their Livings many after in Did come and take it sure it was their sin Though some were couzen'd and others did for fear Yet peace of Conscience sure is very dear In all three Kingdoms some they did repent And for their own Kings bloud they did relent Study revenge and venture all again In England Scotland Ireland and the Main King Charls proclaim'd in Scotland there first own'd And then in Ireland most long'd to see him Crown'd Ormond and Inchequin doe both appear But yet successe doth not attend them there The fault not theirs the time it was not come To reckon for King Charls his Martyrdome Cromwel is sent to use his jugling there By Money or Deceit so every where He conquers all and then again returns By blood revenge for power his spirit burns Pleads Providence and Mercy God's in all Rides on successfull to his deadly fall The powder blast in Tower-street did tell The Act of new Ingagement came from hell Gallant Montrosse he sadly is defeated And of his life not Honour sadly cheated Against all Oathes and Covenants Nol enters Then Kingly Scotland where his blood he venters Gods Justice by this Rod them punishing For brave Montresse and yeelding up their King Gods ways are just though secret he 's more filthy Yet he must punish them that are lesse guilty His hand 's in all the Treasons and the blood And yet pretends his heart is holy good Thus by Gods hand the wicked they are made To punish wickednesse that cursed trade As Tamberlain did Bajazet so hee For blood by blood paies home their treachery For after quarter at Dunbar hee slayes Thousands and then lifts up his hands and prayes When Papists conquer Papists then they sing Te Deum bad cause when prosper'd is a thing Too high for men to dive into admire Those things in which it's dangerous to aspire An enemy in straights turns desperate mad To dye or conquer ventures all hee had The Scots leave Edenbourgh Noll buyes the Castle Money 's a bait more cursed was that Rascle Some men are good at buying and at selling No conscience speaks when they are money telling With courage and with valour some are brave For war as any Royal Prince can have Some for Religion also zealous are Cromwel out-vyes them all that 's very rare The other Garrisons do mercy cry To Cromwel though they curse his victory King Charls most solemnly was crown'd at Schoon In Scotland enters England August Moon Comes in with his like Lambs doing no harm Not for provision then the Rump doth storm Nolls Gold 's in Leaselyes heart To Woster comes King Charls and 's Scots and there beats up his Drums Some Welch-men fear their fortunes for to try Base Mackworth doth deny him Shrewsbury Now Love and Gibbons dye the Heavens thundring The Rump is harder than Rocks men are wondring Oh that thy love had temper'd more thy zeal Blest Christopher thy parts they did reveal Great gifts of Grace thy Ministry was sound Sweet powerful plain and yet in all profound Thou art betray'd by those that Fast with thee And humbly seek the Lord pretendingly And by some of thine own coat art betray'd And yet of their injustice not afraid The Court th'Atturney Death doth not thee fright Thy Faith and Covenant to deny that 's right Gibbons is trapt to bee thy grand Compeer To dye with thee to go to Heaven dear Loves dearest friends some smal reprieves did get This his temptation his wife and children yet Often Petition the Babe unborn did cry Pitty my Father do not let him dye Thy Ministry and life was very dear Thou dyest i' th' Rumps terrorem not in fear Thanks learned Hales that did o'rethrow the Charge Though that thy time to study it was not large Thou stood condemned by those cruel men Though not by God nor thy own conscience then Th' High Court thou didst not fear nor the long Sword Scaffold nor Axe supported by Gods Word Only for writing to brave Massey gone To Scotland for to fetch King Charls to 's home Some Priests were bold and stout yet some did turn Some Preached worse than Love yet would not burn God did provide for Loves posterity Though some are slackned with timidity Noll comes from Scotland with his Red-coats Tyrod Whom Satan drives let him not be admired The King is kept in play doth not advance By Scotish cheats but not by ignorance The Rump now scorn the Kings Just Rights to yeeld At fatal Woster Noll hee wins the Field And yet Great Charls our King hee hath the Honour That 's braver than success God was his Banner The Kings preserv'd by Gods most sacred hand The King of Kings conveyes him out o' th' Land So great a Miracle sure was never seen Since Christ the Rump they had such envious spleen Malice and power successes and what not Blest God thou sav'dst the King though not the Scot My Muse is here amaz'd what had hee done Young Crowned Charls such hazards for to run But that our God makes him a Saint most fit To rule for God when on our Throne hee 's set How strict was their curst search the Mercy more In thy escape Great King thy God adore Noll up to London comes the sects him praise Such blood can never True Just Honour raise Septembers third doth twice give Noll the day And yet Septembers third takes Noll away To reckon for Kings blood Rebellion Treason Though Needam's Interest lye it 's Gods best season As yet Noll serves the Rump but also sees His time to pay them justly all their Fees God's just when hee in justice home doth pay Traitors with Treason Rebels Rebels slay Such men to prosper both by Sea and Land In all three Kingdomes severe was Gods just hand They do behead brave Earl of Derby true Who died a Christian though some liv'd the Jew Sir Tim. Fetherston Haugh at Chester eke Beheaded is and Bembo stout and meek At Shrewsbury more of the Royal Train At Woster and besides murdered and slain Brought up like Hogs in droves starv'd beaten then Beyond Sea sent like slaves and not like men The Hollander's twice beaten by the Rump And eke the French now both no more are Trump Dunkirk is also by the Spaniard taken By the help of th' Rump though after that forsaken Blake worsted by the Dutch yet after worsted Some think that they should not of all be trusted For in the Levant Seas our English Fleet Destroyed by the Dutch for them it was most meet The Dutch are Protestants and should bee kinde But that in this great Art they were purblinde Spain first did own the Rump for their own ends But Spain to King and Princes made amends In
heads and sing A Palinode recanting every thing Some their oppressed stomacks up would bring Cause now 's the time God's judging for the King Whose blood they shed Lands bought broke the hedg Of Government God give them mercy on the Sledge His friends triumph his foes their hands do wring The Papists mourn the Sects are sad trembling Rebels Regicides now may have their swing True Subjects cry we hate proud Levelling The people they their Parlaments are chusing Most Rumpish men the people still refusing The bent and strength voyce o th' Nation sing Chuse such a Parlament that may bring our King God orders Providence for the self-same thing Monke with the Parlament our Charls doth bring Foul poysonous Serpents and that Rumpish sting That pickt our purse and suckt our blood forcing Subjection by that proud and bloody thing Are all afraid o th' Parlaments sitting Why should Free Parlament such terrour bring But Conscience guilt into their souls did fling State-cheaters base and all base Treasurers cry We must cast up account before we dye We Houses bought and built and purchast Land Then for a cipher now they 'l a figure stand God's just at last though some years suffering sin The wickeds reck'ning day it will come in The Rump's thrice roasted if we can repent Our sad and black account we may prevent Gods time is best to which we all subscribe All faithfull Subjects and true Levies Tribe We often pray'd and sigh'd and groan'd to see Our God take off Egyptian misery When shall our Moses come and Aarons too To judge these Traitors and our snares undo Was ever people thus opprest blest God Wee murmure not at thy Divine blest Rod But pray'd for justice and for King and Laws That might throw down this stinking sinking cause Grudge not at Pharaohs or th' Egyptians Plush God did preserve us in the burning bush As all the plagues in that Grand Rump did share So all our blessings in this settling are Bless God that did our Princes all preserve From dangers great at home abroad to serve Him in their Generations holy just To rule by Law and not by will and must Gods blessed Providence ruling here and there Protects the just and innocent every where Say no man did it but the King of Kings To fit them for most glorious blessed things The Rump is burnt the Tragedy is ending God bless King Charls for stil his Faith 's defending So let his enemies perish all wee sing God hath brought home our Soveraign Lord the King Religion's come with Laws and Liberty Peace plenty Justice and Prosperity King Charls his glory now doth fully shine In this our Charls and in the blessed Trine Our Rampant Lion's come whom but to name 'S joy to his friends and to his foes their shame And with him those two Royal Gracious Springs Of Mercy Truth and Peace and all blessings My Muse is weary of this Rumpish story Only refresht to sing King Charls his glory If any take offence it is because They 're guilty of the wrong to King and Laws To sing King Charls his welcome Heaven inspire My chearful Muse and kindle all her fire Amen and Amen AN HUMBLE ELOGIVM and Joyfull Acclamation FOR The Welcome home of our Soveraign Lord the KING CHARLS By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France Ireland Defender of the Antient Catholick Apostolick Protestant Faith which was professed by the Antient Primitive Church Sealed with the blood of many Kings and Princes Nobles and Bishops and other Faithful Saints Crowned with the glory of Martyrdome And who is in all Causes and over all Persons as well Ecclesiastical as Civil next and immediatly under Christ supreme Governour in these his Majesties Realms and Dominions Nunquam libertas Gratior extat Quam sub Rege pio Regis ad exemplum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 PYerian Sisters sacred three times three Olympick Joves most Royal Progeny You that frequent the Heliconian Spring And on Parnassus Hill do sit and sing Send down a quil from Angel Gabriels wing To write the welcome home of Charls our King Assist me now with your Seraphick skill Englands most joyfull Triumph to fulfill How all things did concur from Heavens high To wait upon great Charls his Majesty I' th' Heavens above the glorious Angels sing I' th' air the birds with joy exalt the wing The winds blew fair the seas were calm each thing Joy'd here below ith'earths most peacefull spring Blest May King Charls his month hence flourishing Then born then own'd and then proclaimed King Thus Heavens air seas and earth ships loyalling All strive to kisse the hand now royalling All in their order and in their nature bring A joyfull welcome home to Charls our King The Lords and Commons sit our gracious King Prevents them all his mercy offering A gracious pardon like God himself forgiving The greatest sinners that were ever living If they repent return his Goodness leading The Parlament to think on waies of healing Most blessed letters and blest Proclamation That ever came unto a troubled nation Mercy it from the God of mercy springs It makes men like unto the King of Kings That wondrous star that at his birth did shine One thousand six hundred thirty Mays twenty nine Gods Sabbaths eve did then unite in bloud All Europes princely families great and good In this blest Prince great British Majesty And also the great Saxon royalty Both Danes and Normans race that German Prince Elector Palatine increast his glory hence Swede Pole and most of Christian Princes doe Acknowledge their Alliance him unto This on the Fathers side is wondrous glory For this Great Charls who now 's the whole worlds story The Spanish Austrian on the Mothers side Burbones of France they herein sweetly glide The Medices of Florence they come in And now the Prime of Aurange more than bin These with our Roses Lillies do entwine Which make King Charls his welcome more Divine Englands great splendor that frees us from oppressing Christs Faith's defender and so Gods gracious blessing One thousand six hundred and thirtieth year Mayes twenty nine the stars type doth appear Last Tuesday in each month hee fasts retiring Consults with God and all his waies admiring First Tuesday in this May hee 's own'd as King By th' Parlament a blessed happy thing Next Tuesday in this May proclaim'd our King Both Parlament and City flourishing Last Tuesday nine and twentieth of this May Our glorious King appears his own Birth-day For one black Tuesday three are very clear All welcoming King Charls his coming here The Winds thought it their Honour for to come And blow King Charls and his Royal Brothers home From Hollands Hague the Seas rejoyc'd much more To bring our King and Princes to our shore Brave Mountagues great Ships are now turn'd Royal For why King Charls hath made them truly loyal He 's come he 's come the doubling ecchoes cry Dovers white
and glorious for Kings Of Haeresie and Faction to break the springs T' Reform the Church proud Antichrist dispelling Then Christ in Grace will in our Church be dwelling Prophaneness punish'd and false worshipping Religion advanc'd and each holy thing That 's truly Protestant here flourishing No Romish Serpents Relicks nourishing All Popelings banish'd Gospel Bishops sing Glory to God and Grace unto our King Thus good Kings do for God his sacred Word 'S their Rule for Life and reign they would Gods Sword Peace Mercy Truth and Justice this will bring And then three Kingdomes joy in Charls our King No Power but the Power Omnipotent Could extricate us from that cursed Rent The Rump here made and from that grand confusion Both in the State and in the Church delusion Their Blood and Treason pillars of black smoak To drive from hence our God wee did invoke God heard and without any precious blood Hath chang'd the cruel sword for all our good In Kingly Power and Authority Doth shine th' eternal Gods blest Majesty In these sad times our Church was rent dividing Sect against Sect each one the other sleighting Of Discipline were divers names declaring Division and worser Sects all these out daring Report doth tell that all these Christ are preaching And yet their own Thoughts and Opinions teaching Some Truth may bee in most by Truths composing King Charls like God with Gospel Saints is clozing Satan sow'd Tares when as the Priests were sleeping But now King Charls will keep the Church from weeping A King of Providence and of Prayers a King A King of Mercy a great experienc'd King A King of Promise God him alwaies making The Churches Nursing Father of Grace partaking A King of valour Christ's true Faith's Defendor Both just and merciful our glorious splendour A King of wonders preserved for this thing Both Church and State in Gods Name governing For this all Providences did him bring For this God bless our Soveraign Lord the King Worsters Deliverance that wonderful thing Mercies Deliverance from Popery's sting Beyond the Seas God still preserv'd our King At home Sects Army gone sans blood or string From Heaven sanctified by suffering Whilst hee in Gods fear still is governing True Priests true Saints their Hallelujah sing Blessed bee God that blessed hath our King The Lord make Charls his love and true delight No man to wrong and every man to right Exceeding great 's the Example of a King It doth on his a powerful influence bring Blest Constantine first Christian Emperour King With Orthodox Divines his Court did spring Augustus Court is stor'd with men of learning Hee 's learn'd himself and therefore those preferring But drunk Tiberius Court with sots is filling Debauching Healths Tricongius knighted swilling Religious Court Religious men will sing Constantine and Augustus Charls our King Wee sadly read of Amaziahs halting And also of wise Solomon's revolting Of Rehoboams rashness by respecting Young States-mens Counsels Sages grave rejecting Of Jeroboams Calves the Tribes dividing Pretends Religion for his wicked siding Of Uzzahs mis-lead Zeal and of Uzziah Becoming Priest the blood of Zachariah Son of Jehoiada High-Priest most Royal From these God bless our King and keep us loyal God give Great Charls King Davids perfect heart King Solomons wisdome God to him impart Josiahs Holiness in each Religious thing And Hezekiahs comforts to our King Blest King Jehosaphats success and honour Blest Moses meekness and blest Joshuahs valour Edward the sixth most glorious Piety Elizabeths most blest Prosperity King James his Learning and King Charls his Grace God give to Charls and to the Royal Race A blessed holy glorious Martyr'd King At 's death a private oath Remembering Shewd excellent grace an oaths a sacred thing Where Gods call'd in and God expects performing Of serious Vowes and sacred Oaths once made In time of trouble performance must be had The just and holy God he hates the breaking Of oaths and vowes true saints their oaths are keeping If th' oath were false for shame let ne're be spoken If th' oath were true why should it ere be broken Brave London feasts both King and Parlament And both the royal Princes and do present A Cupboard of Plate in that great City lye Best Subjects hearts and greatest Treasury Thy great Imperial Chamber Charls it is Whilest thou grantst them their royal liberties The feast was great their hearts are far more royal Their Love their Faith their Duty now is loyal Time Truth and Fame their several speeches make Pardon great sir for there was some mistake In England born the Scots first crown'd him King Brave Ireland also their allegiance bring Great Monarch live we humbly waite and pray To see thy happy blessed Crowning day When Charles shall leave this mortal Crown Lord bring Him that immortal Crown where Angels sing Of Charls the Martyrs Race in Heaven now glorying Let England never want a gracious King Thus all true Subjects pray for Charls our King Pardon great Sir my Muses warbleing FINIS