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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A88832	Upon the blessed return of our gracious sovereign King Charles the Second. Presented to his sacred Majesty by a person of honour the next day.	Lawson, John, M.D.	1660 (1660)	Wing L714; Thomason 669.f.25[39]; ESTC R212398	2,219	1

UPON THE BLESSED RETVRN OF OUR Gracious Sovereign KING CHARLES The Second Presented to his sacred Majesty by a Person of Honour the next day The Proeme WHat Pen is fitting to salute a King Lend me a Quill pluck'd from an Angels wing My Muse doth tremble and my hand doth shake Whil'st that my King I do my Subject make So tender am I to my Sovereign's Name I fear the Press whil'st that it stamps the same Hold Printers hold pray stop your hands again Let Jove impress it in his Charles his Wain Heav'n's milky path suits best for papyr here And golden Letters from the starry Sphear Yet since my knee nor yet Poetick feet Bow'd e're to Baal or Times-Idol greet Since mouth ne're swore nor yet subscrib'd my hand A Poets feet in loyal verse may stand On Pegasus now mounted will I style My Poem a Troop to lead in rank and file The Wish LET Canons speak it with their Brazen lungs Let Muskets shout it with their iron tongues Let Towr's and Steeples now instead of Knells Chime with their Canons Volleys sound with Bells Let Squibs and Crackers ring their Peals of joyes Let old decrepid men turn skipping boyes Let frozen Stoicks melt our vowed Dads Drop off their snowy beards turn smooth-cheek Lads Let Poets toss their Laurels up and try To lodge them on the Blew slate-Eves of th' Sky Let th' Muses fill each head their Conduits may Through their Quil-pipe run Hippocrene to day Let th' British Island frisk a Water Daunce Like the Nymph Isles of Lydia let them prance Let now the Irish waves like th' Attick Sea Sound like an Harp and quaver Harmonye Let both the York and the Lancastrian Rose Which in War's Limbeck was distill'd by foes Let it so spring that all the world may say Alt'ring the Proverb like a Rose in May Let the Scotch Thistle yield up all her down To ease the Travels of the tossed Crown Let the French Lily with its silver Bell And jealous Clapper ring our joy their Knell Let Souldiers now no more from Cromwel's Nose Be Blazon'd Red Coats but from Charles his Rose O let that blazing Comet be accurst For its predicting death to Charles the First That Nebuchadnezzar's furnace and the Urn Where Charl's three Children were condemn'd to burn Hadn'to our Moses God himself been seen For Elohim both God and Oak doth mean 'T would be no Legend sure if I should say The withered Oaks grow fresh and plump to day Let trees who have their mossie rugs for age Skip at this News upon the grassie stage In fine the Church of England let us see To day not Militant but Triumphant be Let old decrepid Pauls whose palsie head Bare to the scull was ev'n trapanned dead Let it revive with joy to think it shall Have a new Birth-day not a Funeral Let not Religion come to this we must Pull down the Altar to set up a Just Let Moses Jesus Gospel and the Law Ne're more be hid in Reeds or laid in Straw Let never such contempt in Churches reign As in the Manger lay our Christ again CHARLES STVART Ana gramme A Rachel's Trust ENgland thy Rachel is thy Leah we May Scotland call first marry'd unto thee Had Monk thy Laban been we surely know Th' hadst marry'd been to Rachel long ago England his love can ne're mistrust 't is true Which twelve years waited for what first was due The Embleme of our English Times Vivat CAROLVS II. Augustissimus Magnae Britanniae REX HAs not the world been round our Times can say This giddy age was turned every day Spare spare such pains of which no need at all The World is round enough for Fortunes ball Some that did see these precious shavings lye Under the Lathe strait covet with their eye The parings of this golden Apple they With wide-mouth'd bags gape after every day One on his Pike a golden Pippin sets Another hedg-hog a Queen Apple gets See how the Royal Rose was stole by such Who left their Sovereign but the Thorny bush It seems that fruit which they a Crab did call So sweet it was they would devour'd it all But what 's the Tool hath turn'd our British sphear Not the smooth Chizel but the Pike and Speare Hence drops the Scepter there a royal Jem Here falls a George and there a Diadem Sweet Angel leave thy turning and but see What kind of men these shavings steal from thee Well then if that my Muse this sacred time ' Stead of Parnassus may Olympus climbe A wheel within a wheel I shall descry Not Cupid turning but the watchful eye For th' hand of th' Dyall stands now where 't begun Twelve years are past and we are come to One Kingdomes are Watches and their Native King His Scepter is the Hand himself the Spring The Crown-wheel keeps the other wheels in awe Justice the Ballance and its string the Law God grant now of our Watch it may be sain Once more wound up shall ne're go down again The concluding Embleme JOHANNES LAWSON HEav'n bad the Angels cry aloud to Fame To blow the Trumpet in our Sovereigns Name Just Fame obeys and sounds it in the Eares Of Englands Commons and the Noble Peeres Both Houses meet and Vote the Droven Bees With their Great King are welcom when they please White-Hall and all the Palaces do strive To be unto this honey-dew a Hive When Neptune heard the News he swell'd with pride To think our Sovereign on his back should ride Forthwith he Courtier turn'd to make him fine Besnow'd his curled Locks against the Time But when he saw our Charles no more he raves But 's Trident Kembeth smooth his tangled Waves Now th' wildernesse is pass'd now Canaan found Our Crown is landed and our Land is Crown'd With milk and honey doth white Albion flow The silver and the golden Mint will goe This day for Englands Vintage wee 'll allow Since very Conduits turn wine-presses now Sure Charles his presence can't but be Divine That turnes our Water thus to purest Wine Charles the best Christian does Assurance gain The World will witness that he 's born again Johan Lawson M. D. de Coll. Lond. In the first Year of Englands restored Liberty and Happinesse LONDON Printed by Thomas Ratcliffe 1660.