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A76975	St. Georges Day sacred to the coronation of his most excellent Majesty Charles the II. By the grace of God King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, defender of the faith, &c. / By Hen. Bold olim è N.C. Oxon.	Bold, Henry, 1627-1683.	1661 (1661)	Wing B3474; Thomason E1080_23; ESTC R207891	3,022	6

St. Georges DAY Sacred to the CORONATION OF HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY CHARLES the II. By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. Caesaris alma Dies Luce sacratior illâ Conscia Dyctaeum quâ tulit Ida Jovem Omnes cum Jove nunc sumus Beati At nupèr pudet ah pudet fateri Omnes cum Jove Pauperes eramus Mart. Quod optanti Divûm promittere nemo Auderet volvenda Dies en attulit ultrò Virg. By Hen. Bold olim è N. C. OXON LONDON Printed for R. Crofts at the Crown in Chancery-lane 1661. Non Displicuisse meretur Festinat Caesar qui Placuisse Tibi St. Georges Day Sacred to the CORONATION Of his Most EXCELLENT MAJESTY CHARLES the II. By the Grace of God KING of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. TRiumphs and Halelujahs let us Sing Hallowing the Day to our three kingdom'd King Thus Upper-Jove once when secur'd and free From Heaven assayling Gigantomachie Conven'd the gods at his Commanding Call Like Charles and 's Peers at George's-Festivall 'Twixt Those and These there is but one * Non erit uncia tota Decîdat Tecū quâ Pater ipse Deûm Remove Lieutenants here to the Supreme above St. George for England Andrew Dennis They Are but as Vigils to our Holy-Day A Roman-Triumph is Compar'd to This A Whitson-Ale A meer Parenthesis Scarce hath the lazy Sun his Circuit gone But * Ad reducendum litat Ara Jovem Revolution Revolution Our King Proclam'd Restor'd and Crown'd A Year Like Plato's sets us Even as we Were Blest be the Time oh may it henceforth be Calendar'd Englands Year of Jubilee For ever Sacred to the Crown of Charles And early Fame o th' Arch Duke's Albemarles He that does claim the Ends o th' Earth his Own May boast more Kingdomes but not such a * The Kings of Spain not crown'd Crown A Crown which o're your fairer Temples hurl'd As Drake did once encircles all the World Thanks to th' Eternal Powers Who preserv'd For You so Long what You so Soon deserv'd Shame on the Vile-Usurpers what their Source Of Violence Sway'd Your Patience wonne per-force When they were dy'd in grain with Royal Blood And nothing Was but as They made it Good When Hell had so enhanc'd Rebellion To Kill the Heir and take Possession Oh 't is Forgiven May it be Forgot He came to 's Own and they receiv'd Him not When we o th' Loyal in Despair were hurld As if Your Kingdoms were not of this World When Doubts and Horror as at Day of Doom Had seiz'd us All Then lo Your Kingdoms Come See! where He 's * Clatiùs in toto nil videt orhe Dies Crown'd A King of Kings like Saul As Proper too it may be not so Tall As Glorious as the Sun on Easter Day Yorke like the Morning-Starre does gild the Way Glocester's translated to another Sphere To Celebrate a Coronation Paciunt ipsi nunc puto sacra Dei There A sacred Treason to His Brother Prince Seizing His Birth-right and Preheminence He took Possession first receiv'd a Crown Not-like-to-fade an Everlasting One. As if the Grand Disposer had assign'd Eternity to Heirs by Gavel-kinde But * Maximilian He that Wisht Himself and Heir were gods The next Son King of France as no great odds Had he but known the Wealths your Nations bear T' had been his Wish t' have Liv'd a Subject Here. When the Great Lord of Light with 's fiery Horse Does Gyant-like rejoyce to run his Course The Beasaunts of the Skye are Sabled quite Suffering Eclipse from such redundant Light But Charles his Starry-Peers about Him Shone As if They meant to rival with the Sun Yet had an Eagle-Eye been Scrutinous Sol in 's full-Glory was less Glorious Oh may Those Planets that so Stately move i th' Lower-Orb be lately fixt above Th' Exalted Heads o th' Higher minded-Crew Had they their Lights agen to take a View Of this fair Prospect where Divinity Is so well temper'd with Humanity Graces and Vertues thron'd alike in You 'T would e'ne * Infernis Ditis ab umbris Si Cato reddatur Caesarianus erit Convince them Their Conceits were True Had they kenn'd Likenesse th' ad ne're grudg'd You room On Earth as His Vice-Gerent till He Come Their King and Our's are Name sakes for 'T is true Y' have been our Saviour and Redeemer too Safety was erst ill-sorted with Committee And * Sub Quo Libertas Principe tanta fuit Liberty with Keepers more 's the Pitty You are Annointed too and so was Christ And to the King must be annex'd the Priest And Prophet too for till You * Priscis servatur honor Te Praeside Templis came the Elves Did serve God Worser then they serv'd Themselves He that refus'd the Hoast because it came As Christ did once into Hierusalem Upon an Asse had he seen What ours do He had Receiv'd it and been Thankfull too The Devil 's a Saint Both Prester-John and Joan Handle the Word without a Mitten on Works are Apocripha'd as little worth Every She Hinter would be holding forth The Surplice Table Railes are rayl'd upon As the Appurtenance of Babylon But You Debantur quae sunt quaeque fucre Tibi Undiffering Sect and Protestant The Church will cease from being Militant Here Lord encrease our Faith for he that tells Your Worth and Gests must needs write Miracles At fatal Worcester when Your Arms were grown Weary'd and faint with Execution By Multitudes oppress'd which still pursue Though utter Quis neget Curam esse Te Deorum Propter quem fuit innocens Ruina Ruine could not injure You. Just as the Soul is from the Body flown Unseen You scape their Inquisition Like Bird from Snare But like You there was None 'T was like Te protexit Superûm Pater Tibi Caesar Pro jaculo parmâ fulmen aegis erat Your Self Without Comparison Wonders are not yet ceas'd here 's Divine Care Kings have their Sospite Quo Magnos credimus esse Deos. Angels truly Tutelar But hast my Muse unto the Posse Deum paritèr Rebus Musisque vacare Scimus Muses King And low present Him with this Offendunt nur quam Thura Precesque Deum Offering Know and advance Your Quae nondum Data sunt Stulte Negata putas Friends Your Foes keep down And may no Argyle-Hand come near Your Crown And when the Princes of the World shall dare In an ambitious-strife to Cull the Rare Accomplisht Tecum sociales impleat annos Quae nisi Te nullo Conjuge digna fuit Lady of such eminent Worth As Romance never feign'd nor Age brought forth To serve You as a QUEEN oh may She prove One that shall still atchieve Your Princely Love Let the continuing pleasures of the Bedd Be iterations of a Maydenhead And as in years so in Affection grow That when Shee 's * Illa Marito Tunc quoque cùm fuerit non videatur Anus Old You may not Think her so Peace be for ever here no Disputes rise But which awes Most Your Armies or her Eyes May from Your Royal Loynes an * Cui Pater aeternas post saecula tradat habenas Issue come To Govern all the Tribes of Christendom And let that Race supply this Scepter 's sway While Stars shall rule the Night or Sun the Day May all Your Sons be like You in th' Extreme And 't is presum'd None ere shall be Like Them Else we despair when Fate shall lead You home Of One like You lest * Tu si properas Juppiter ipse veni Jove Himself should Come Go Pro meritis caelum tantis Auguste dederunt Alcidae Citò Di sed Tibi serò dabunt late to Heaven though too soon I fear They 'l spoyl us Here to be enriched There Where Course being finisht take as St. Paul hath A Crown of Glory You have kept the Faith This Dayes Commemoration still remain But May I never see the Like again HEN. BOLD olim è N. C. OXON Haec si Displicui fuerint solatia nobis Haec fuerint Nobis Praemia si Placui Mart. FINIS