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A83962 Englands genius pleading for King Charles to the Right Honorable the Lords and Commons in Parliament, &c. and to the Lord Monck Generall of all the forces in England, Scotland and Ireland, &c. 1660 (1660) Wing E2965; Thomason 669.f.25[3]; ESTC R211879 1,841 1

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ENGLANDS Genius PLEADING FOR KING CHARLES To the Right Honorable the LORDS and COMMONS in PARLIAMENT c. And to the Lord MONCK Generall of all the forces in England Scotland and Ireland c. GReat Worthies Who I hope were Born to be The Restaurators of my LIBERTIE † You who Rich Scarlet fac'd with Ermins wear And both high Titles and true Vertues bear * You who have alwaies been and now will be The perfect Type of true Democracy My careful Patriots of Plebe an Power My never-stormed Fortresse my strong Tower Resisting still Usurped MONARCHY Or too much ●ording Aristocracy And you Great Sir who draw your splendid Line From Yorkes White-Rose whose Noble Blood doth shine With an untainted Loyal tincture you May give me Peace and CHARLES his Empire too At your auspicious Feet the Genius of Distracted Albions Isle doth lye the scoffe New justly of her foes this Face you see This squallid Face is mine I I am shee Whem twice ten bloody and tempestuous years Have vext with Soul-tormenting fears Torne by the rage of my unnatural Sons Whose fury rackt me with uncessant wrongs Oh vip'rous brood ingrateful Whelps that dare Your kindest Mothers panting Bowels tear My once vast Treasures are exhausted all Consum'd and I to a Prodigious fall And utter Ruine posting down amain If your Heroick Hands me not sustain But my decayed Treasures likely are Ne're to recruit till th' Trade obstructing War With his great Catholick Majesty of Spain Doth finde a Period till I be again I say till my three Royal Crowns and I Be given to CHARLES his sacred Majesty Even as a Ship upon the boistrous Seas When the blew Billows mount to troubled Skies When tempest-breathing Boreas does roare Driving the Waves against th' assaulted shoare When † Corus from the great Atlantick Maine Thunders and other Winds retort again His raging blasts and Ship-encountring Waves When not without just cause the Pilot raves But th' shaken Vessel be what will his mind Is rapt away by the prevailing Wind Just like this tempest-tossed Ship I 've been Long time abus'd and cheated rackt between Pale fear and hope then by the longest Sword Commanded daring not to speak a word Be you my Supream Court Illustrious Sirs The Olive-Crowned welcome Harbingers Be you the happy Phospherus who may With your resplendent truly happy Ray The wished re-establishment fore-run Of my so long in vain-desired SUN But GEORGE to your renowned worth and you How much doth England's grateful Genius OW Nor Changes nor this series of time Nor yet to Faith that inauspicious Clime Scotland long never to one Interest true Had power t' extinguish those true Sparks in you Sparks which black Embers many years did Cloud And in eternal silence seem to shrowd Of Love to me who in a pensive tone Wish my just Master and his juster THRONE Sir you and your peace-bringing-Troops did come Not as Great Caesar to distracted Rome Did once advance Trophes bringing along From the fierce Galls and fiercer Germans won With raging Mars in his War-threatning-look Which could no equal or superiour brook No angry frowns your milder looks did show But Peace sat Crown'd in your triumphant Brow Your Scotish mist Oh strange down did not powre In a tempestuous or a bloody showre But did impending rage and tempests chase From the sad surface of my mourning Face And by it 's active breath did dissipate The fear'd effects of my resolved Fate With King-restoring * Stanley shall you stand Ranked when our pridigious Annals brand The horrid fury and nefarious Rage Of this blood-sucking King-condemning age The eager teeth of all-devouring Time Shall never triumph o're your high sublime Star-towring Name and though we daily see No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free Yet when stern Death ne're toucht with least remorce Shall by his fatal unrelenting force Storm your Life's Fort your better part shall then Survive yea gloriously revive again Your Fame I mean and lasting Name shall be Preserv'd in Brasse to all eternity † My hopes mount high Grave Senate when I see The Regal Crown and Royal Ca●opie With that Rich Laurel which Phanaticks hate To see upheld by Cherubims in State I trust that Halcyon dayes may once again Return and I in my old Glory shine I hope your happy and Resplendent Light The bloody shades of my long gloomie night Will still dispel and drive away and now My Native foes proud fury tame if you If You my KING and ancient Lawes restore If you take care I be abus'd no more If you the Church and Clergy countenance If you my now-decayed Trade advance While Radiant Stars shall run their usual race While Neptunes Arms these fruitful Isles embrace While Luna shall her Horns together close While the Day-Star the Rosie morn foreshows Englands good Genius shall your praises sound And your blest Heads with Laurels shall be Crown'd London Printed for J. Jones 1660. † House of Lords * House of Com. General † N. W. Wind. * By whose meanes the Crown was won from R 3. restored to H. 7. heir of the house of Lan. † Parlia.