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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81763	Astræa redux A poem on the happy restoration & return of His sacred Majesty Charles the Second. By John Driden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1660 (1660)	Wing D2244; Thomason E1080_6; ESTC R26913	5,171	14

C R HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE DIEV ET MON DROIT Astraea Redux A POEM On the Happy Restoration Return Of His Sacred Majesty Charles the Second By JOHN DRIDEN Jam Redit Virgo Redeunt Saturnia Regna Virgil LONDON Printed by J. M. for Henry Herringman and are to be sold at his Shop at the Blew-Anchor in the lower Walk of the New-Exchange 1660. Astraea Redux A POEM On the Happy Restoration and Return of His Sacred MAJESTY Charles the Second NOw with a general Peace the World was blest While Ours a World divided from the rest A dreadful Quiet felt and worser farre Then Armes a sullen Intervall of Warre Thus when black Clouds draw down the lab'ring Skies Ere yet abroad the winged Thunder flyes An horrid Stillness first invades the ear And in that silence Wee the Tempest fear Th' Ambitious Swede like restless Billowes tost On this hand gaining what on that he lost Though in his life he Blood and Ruine breath'd To his now guideless Kingdome Peace bequeath'd And Heaven that seem'd regardless of our Fate For France and Spain did Miracles create Such mortal Quarrels to compose in Peace As Nature bred and Int'rest did encrease We sigh'd to hear the fair Iberian Bride Must grow a Lilie to the Lilies side While Our cross Stars deny'd us Charles his Bed Whom Our first Flames and Virgin Love did wed For his long absence Church and State did groan Madness the Pulpit Faction seiz'd the Throne Experienc'd Age in deep despair was lost To see the Rebel thrive the Loyal crost Youth that with Joys had unacquainted been Envy'd gray hairs that once good days had seen We thought our Sires not with their own content Had ere we came to age our Portion spent Nor could our Nobles hope their bold Attempt Who ruin'd Crowns would Coronets exempt For when by their designing Leaders taught To strike at Pow'r which for themselves they sought The Vulgar gull'd into Rebellion arm'd Their blood to action by the Prize was warm'd The Sacred Purple then and Scarlet Gown Like sanguine Dye to Elephants was shown Thus when the bold Typhoeus scal'd the Sky And forc'd great Jove from his own Heaven to fly What King what Crown from Treasons reach is free If Jove and Heaven can violated be The lesser Gods that shar'd his prosp'rous State All suffer'd in the Exil'd Thund'rers Fate The Rabble now such Freedom did enjoy As Winds at Sea that use it to destroy Blind as the Cyclops and as wild as he They own'd a lawless salvage Libertie Like that our painted Ancestours so priz'd Ere Empires Arts their Breasts had Civiliz'd How Great were then Our Charles his Woes who thus Was forc'd to suffer for Himself and us He toss'd by Fate and hurried up and down Heir to his Fathers Sorrows with his Crown Could tast no sweets of youths desired Age But found his life too true a Pilgrimage Unconquer'd yet in that forlorne Estate His Manly Courage overcame his Fate His wounds he took like Romans on his brest Which by his Vertue were with Lawrells drest As Souls reach Heav'n while yet in Bodies pent So did he live above his Banishment That Sun which we beheld with cous'ned eyes Within the water mov'd along the skies How easie 't is when Destiny proves kind With full spread Sails to run before the wind But those that 'gainst stiff gales laveering go Must be at once resolv'd and skilfull too He would not like soft Otho hope prevent But stay'd and suffer'd Fortune to repent These Vertues Galba in a stranger sought And Piso to Adopted Empire brought How shall I then my doubtful thoughts express That must his suff'rings both regret and bless For when his early Valour Heav'n had crost And all at Worc'ster but the honour lost Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne He made all Countries where he came his own And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway A Royal Factor for their Kingdomes lay Thus banish'd David spent abroad his time When to be Gods Anointed was his Crime And when restor'd made his proud Neighbours rue Those choise Remarques he from his Travels drew Nor is he onely by afflictions shown To conquer others Realms but rule his own Recov'ring hardly what he lost before His right indears it much his purchase more Inur'd to suffer ere he came to raigne No rash procedure will his actions stain To bus'ness ripened by digestive thought His future rule is into Method brought As they who first Proportion understand With easie Practice reach a Masters hand Well might the Ancient Poets then confer On Night the honour'd name of Counseller Since struck with rayes of prosp'rous fortune blind We light alone in dark afflictions find In such adversities to Scepters train'd The name of Great his famous Grandsire gain'd Who yet a King alone in Name and Right With hunger cold and angry Jove did fight Shock'd by a Covenanting Leagues vast Pow'rs As holy and as Catholique as ours Till Fortunes fruitless spight had made it known Her blowes not shook but riveted his Throne Some lazy Ages lost in sleep and ease No action leave to busie Chronicles Such whose supine felicity but makes In story Chasmes in Epoche's mistakes O're whom Time gently shakes his wings of Down Till with his silent sickle they are mown Such is not Charles his too too active age Which govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage Of some black Star infecting all the Skies Made him at his own cost like Adam wise Tremble ye Nations who secure before Laught at those Armes that 'gainst our selves we bore Rous'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail Our Lyon now will forraign Foes assail With Alga who the sacred altar strowes To all the Sea-Gods Charles an Offring owes A Bull to thee Portunus shall be slain A Lamb to you the Tempests of the Main For those loud stormes that did against him rore Have cast his shipwrack'd Vessel on the shore Yet as wise Artists mix their colours so That by degrees they from each other go Black steals unheeded from the neighb'ring white Without offending the well cous'ned sight So on us stole our blessed change while we Th' effect did feel but scarce the manner see Frosts that constrain the ground and birth deny To flow'rs that in its womb expecting lye Do seldom their usurping Pow'r withdraw But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw Our thaw was mild the cold not chas'd away But lost in kindly heat of lengthned day Heav'n would no bargain for its blessings drive But what we could not pay for freely give The Prince of Peace would like himself confer A gift unhop'd without the price of war Yet as he knew his blessings worth took care That we should know it by repeated pray'r Which storm'd the skies and ravish'd Charles from thence As Heav'n it self is took by violence Booth's forward Valour only serv'd to show He durst that duty pay we all did owe Th'