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heaven_n	bow_v	earth_n	knee_n	3,628	5	9.5783	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35208	A mixt poem, partly historicall, partly panegyricall, upon the happy return of His Sacred Majesty Charles the Second and his illustrious brothers, the Dukes of York and Glocester with honourable reflections upon some state-martyrs and the renowned generall, not forgetting the Rump and its appurtenances / by J.C.	Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.	1660 (1660)	Wing C7300; ESTC R29673	6,593	20

found fame saith His Masters half perswaded of his Faith They vote their Gold to th' Touch-stone and O Fates Send him commands to unhinge the City Gates But the Sagacious Generall smells their Ends To make him odious hastens to his Friends Triumphant London her proud Joyes expresses In Acclamations Shouts and frank Caresses The Rump now flye-blown quit their seats but thence Shall not be forc'd by Sword or Violence But as the Hammer makes Naile strike out Naile So the Secluded Head thrusts out the Taile Now not till now the wise Mysterious Monk Whispers with Charls from his oraculous Trunk The Generall had with Reverence I infer Onely the King his Privy Counceller O Secrecy the Midwife of Designes Betray'st not but bring'st forth thy Golden Mines Wrought and sublim'd by Industry and Art Charls owes much to Monks Head more to his Heart Had either Fear or Joy this silence broke Perhaps the Thing it self had never spoke England hath long ador'd a George in paint That was the Picture but this George the Saint God acts with the same Methods he begun VVe had the shadow first and then the Sun Secluded Members Act Vote their consent For the just freedom of a Parliament They rise when forthwith from their burdned Hives Ripe Bees swarm out all prodigall of their Lives The Bells to their new Hive these clusters Ring Where with one humming Vote they call their King Great Charls's call'd home not manacl'd nor chain'd But to the height of his just power maintain'd Monk was not so much Presbyter to bring A Royall Captive home instead of King That he himself might his return deplore As made more Exile than he was before Charls is proclaim'd with all Imperial Dues Whilest every hollowing Street sends Heaven the news Such Flames into the aire proud Bonfires sent Threatned to change the Cognate Element Event by truth false Prophets does beguile London was and yet stands one burning pile No sooty Pyramids of smoak aspire Th' whole City is one Elementall fire Shouts damp all sounds the Air opprest with throngs The next great Pest must be Decay of Lungs The active fire-works sinsg'd the Moons bright horns The Man had much adoe to save his Thorns Light speaks the Sun Expression Souls O then What Joy what Bonfires in the hearts of Men Clip clip your VVings my Joyes soar not too high Lest you unfit me for humility May the just Adoration of a Crown Humble my joyes and weigh my Raptures down Great Charles brought upon Angels wings appears The long despair of prayers of sighs of tears VVelcome three Kingdomes Love methinks all three Now in my hearts triangle panting be Welcome three Brothers and three Kingdomes Joyes One Mighty Monarch and two Great Vice-Royes VVelcome blest Prince sent in a needfull hour VVhom Heav'n restor'd to shew its slighted power O may your Reign bring back the Age of Gold May Love's soft hand your Sword and Scepter hold Some say the Heavens some say the Earth do move But sure both Globes turn on the poles of Love O that the whole worlds pride sat on my knee It all should bend to your Dread Majesty Since lowest things durst brave your Empire now All heights and Pyramids under Heav'n shall bow All hearts are pleas'd except such hearts as prove Gall-drencht not born to be belov'd or love The City now long squeez'd and wire-drawn made The Citadel and Mart of Europe-trade The Ship-wrackt Merchants in full Change resort Conceive both Indies brought home with the Court For ever London shut thy Heart and Hands Against all factious and rebellious Bands 'T was time to King it when thy purse and fame Lore'd to th' Imperious Bank of Amsterdam The Countrey has reapt a liberall crop of all Their hopes fancy their Garners in Whitehall The Loyal Rusticks scarce a Psalm will sing Unlesse each Stanza chaunt the name of King The chastest Virgins unespous'd unwo'd Feel Throes of joy and think themselves bestow'd Law and Religion sick twins gasping lay Now that protects this while for both she pray The Muses O Heavens in their sackloth slain Are by three Graces brought to life again Burdens are balms tax now Sir for your good Not our Estates but Lives not Coyn but Blood Blest Halcyon dayes if any thing annoyes Your Kingdomes now 't is that you kill with Joyes Your Return had made three Realms one Sacrifice Had not their guilt allay'd their Extasies Monarch of Hearts the summe of Heavens Expence Heir by Succession King by Providence Heaven Crown your VVisdom which has quencht our Warrs Not by subduing Rebels but the Starrs FINIS Mr. Lilly at the five Bells in the Strand before several persons proved by his Astrologie that there should be no King in England for an hundred years * Dr. Bernard * Mrs Jan● Lane * D. Hew● Love