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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80716	Ode, upon the blessed restoration and returne of His Sacred Majestie, Charls the Second. By A. Cowley.	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1660 (1660)	Wing C6677; Thomason E1025_18; ESTC R202041	6,658	22

ODE UPON The Blessed Restoration and Returne OF HIS SACRED MAJESTIE Charls the Second By A. COWLEY Virgil Quod optanti Divúm promittere nemo Auderet volvenda dies en attulit vltro LONDON Printed for Henry Herringman and are to be sold at his Shop on the Lower VValk in the New Exchange Anno Dom. 1660. ODE 1. NOw Blessings on you all ye peacefull Starrs Which meet at last so kindly and dispence Your universall gentle Influence To calm the stormy World and still the rage of Warrs Nor whilst around the Continent Plenipotentiary Beams ye sent Did your Pacifick Lights disdain In their large Treaty to contain The World apart o're which do reign Your seven fair Brethren of great Charls his Wane No Star amongst ye all did I believe Such vigorous assistance give As that which thirty years ago At * Charls his Birth did in despight Of the proud Sun's Meridian Light His future Glories and this Year foreshow No lesse effects then these we may Be assur'd of from that powerfull Ray Which could out-face the Sun and overcome the Day 2 Auspicious Star again arise And take thy Noon-tide station in the skies Again all Heaven prodigiously adorn For loe thy Charls again is Born He then was born with and to Pain With and to Joy he 's born again And wisely for this second Birth By which thou certain wert to bless The Land with full and flourishing Happinesse Thou mad'st of that fair Month thy choice In which Heaven Aire and Sea and Earth And all that 's in them all does smile and does rejoyce 'T was a right Season and the very Ground Ought with a face of Paradice to be found Than when we were to entertain Felicity and Innocence again 3 Shall we again good Heaven that blessed Pair behold Which the abused People fondly sold For the bright Fruit of the Forbidden Tree By seeking all like gods to be Will Peace her Halcyon Nest venture to build Upon a Shore with Shipwracks fill'd And trust that Sea where she can hardly say Sh' has known these twenty years one calmy day Ah! mild and gaullesse Dove Which dost the pure and candid Dwellings love Canst thou in Albion still delight Still canst thou th●nk it White Will ever fair Religion appear In these deformed Ruines will she clear Th' Augaean Stables of her Churches here Will Justice hazard to be seen VVhere a High Court of Justice e're has been VVill not the Tragique Scene And Bradshaw's bloody Ghost affright her there Her who should never fear Then may White-hall for Charls his Seat be fit If Justice shall endure at Westminster to sit 4. Of all me thinks we least should see The chearfull looks again of Liberty That Name of Cromwell which does freshly still The Curses of so many sufferers fill Is still enough to make her stay And jealous for a while remain Lest as a Tempest carried him away Some Hurican should bring him back again Or she might justlier be afraid Lest that great Serpent which was all a Tayl And in his poys ' nous folds whole Nations prisoners made Should a third time perhaps prevail To joyn again and with worse sting arise As it had done when cut in pieecs twice Return return ye Sacred Fower And dread your perisht Enemies no more Your fears are causelesse all and vain VVhilst you return in Charls his Train For God does Him that He might You restore Nor shall the world him onely call Defender of the Faith but of ye All 5. Along with you Plenty and Riches go With a full Tide to every Port they flow With a warm fruitfull wind o're all the Country blow Honour does as ye march her Trumpet sound The Arts encompasse you around And against all Alarms of Fear Safety it self brings up the Rear And in the head of this Angelique band Lo how the Goodly Prince at last does stand O righteous God! on his own happy Land 'T is Happy now which could with so much ease Recover from so desperate a Disease A various complicated Ill Whose every Symptome was enough to kill In which one part of Three Phrenzey possest And Lethargy the rest 'T is Happy which no Bleeding does endure A Surfet of such Blood to cure 'T is Happy which beholds the Flame In which by hostile hands it ought to burn Or that which if from Heaven it came It did but well deserve all into Bonfire turn 6. We fear'd and almost toucht the black degree Of instant Expectation That the three dreadfull Angels we Of Famine Sword and Plague should here establisht see God's great Triumvirate of Desolation To scourge and to destroy the sinfull Nation Justly might Heav'n Protectors such as those And such Committees for their Safety ' impose Upon a Land which scarcely Better Chose VVe fear'd that the Fanatique War VVhich men against God's Houses did declare VVould from th' Almighty Enemy bring down A sure destruction on our Own VVe read th' instructive Histories which tell Of all those endlesse mischiefs that befell The Sacred Town which God had lov'd so well After that fatall Curse had once bin said His Blood be upon ours and on our Chilarens head VVe knew though there a greater Blood was spilt 'T was scarcely done with greater Guilt VVe know those miseries did befall VVhilst they rebel'd against that Prince whom all The rest of Mankind did the Love and Joy of Mankind call 7. Already was the shaken Nation Into a wild and deform'd Chaos brought And it was hasting on we thought Even to the last of Ills Annihilation VVhen in the midst of this confused Night Loe the blest Spirit mov'd and there was Light For in the glorious Generall's previous Ray VVe saw a new created Day VVe by it saw though yet in Mists it shone The beauteous Work of Order moving on Ere the Great Light our Sun his Beams did show Our Sun it self appears but now Where are the men who bragg'd that God did blesse And with the marks of good successe Signe his allowance of their wickednesse Vain men who thought the Divine Power to find In the fierce Thunder and the violent Wind God came not till the storm was past In the still voice of Peace he came at last The cruell businesse of Destruction May by the Claws of the great Fiend be done Here here we see th' Almighty's hand indeed Both by the Beauty of the Work wee se et and by the Speed 8. He who had seen the noble British Heir Even in that ill disadvantageous Light VVith which misfortunes strive t' abuse our sight He who had seen him in his Clowd so bright He who had seen the double Pair Of Brothers heavenly good and Sisters heavenly fair Might have perceiv'd me-thinks with ease But wicked men see onely what they please That God had no intent t' extinguish quite The pious King 's eclipsed Right He who had seen how by the power Divine All the young Branches of this Royall Line

Did in their fire without consuming shine How through a rough Red-sea they had been led By Wonders guarded and by Wonders fed How many years of trouble and distresse They 'd wandred in their fatall Wilderness And yet did never murmur or repine Might me-thinks plainly understand That after all these conquer'd Tryalls past Th' Almighty Mercy would at last Conduct them with a strong un-erring hand To their own Promis'd Land For all the glories of the Earth Ought to be ' entail'd by right of Birth And all Heaven's blessings to come down Upon his Race to whom alone was given The double Royalty of Earth and Heaven VVho crown'd the Kingly with the Martyr's Crown 9 The Martyr's blood was said of old to be The seed from whence the Church did grow The Royall Blood which dying Charls did sow Becomes no lesse the seed of Royaltie 'T was in dishonour sown VVe find it now in glory grown The Grave could but the drosse of it devowr 'T was sown in weaknesse and 't is rais'd in power We now the Question well decided see Which Eastern Wits did once contest At the Great Monarch's Feast Of all on Earth what things the strongest be And some for Women some for Wine did plead That is for Folly and for Rage Two things which we have known indeed Strong in this latter Age But as 't is prov'd by Heaven at length The King and Truth have greatest strength When they their sacred force unite And twine into one Right No frantick Common-wealths or Tyrannies No Cheats and Perjuries and Lies No Nets of human Policies No stores of Arms or Gold though you could joyn Those of Peru to the great London Mine No Towns no Fleets by Sea or Troops by Land No deeply entrencht Islands can withstand Or any small resistance bring 〈…〉 and the unarmed King 10. The foolish Lights which Travailers beguile End the same night when they begin No Art so far can upon Nature win As e're to put out Stars or long keep Meteors in VVhere 's now that Ignis Fatuus which erewhile Misled our wandring Isle VVhere 's the Impostor Cromwell gon VVhere 's now that Falling-star his Son VVhere 's the large Comet now whose rageing flame So fatall to our Monarchy became VVhich o're our heads in such proud horror stood Insatiate with our Ruine and our blood The fiery Tayl did to vast length extend And twice for want of Fuel did expire And twice renew'd the dismall Fire Though long the Tayl we saw at last it's end The flames of one triumphant day VVhich like an Anti-Comet here Did fatally to that appear For ever frighted it away Then did th' aloted howr of dawning Right First strike our ravisht sight VVhich Malice or which Art no more could stay Then Witches Charms can a retardment bring To the Resujcitation of the Day Or Resurrection of the Spring VVe welcome both and with improv'd delight Blesse the preceding Winter and the Night 11. Man ought his Future Happinesse to fear If he be alwaies Happy here He wants the Bleeding Mark of Grace The Circumcision of the Chosen race If no one part of him supplies The duty of a Sacrifice He is we doubt reserv'd intire As a whole Victime for the Fire Besides even in this World below To those who never did Ill Fortune know The good does naujeous or insipid grow Consider man's whole Life and you 'l confesse The Sharp Ingredient of some bad successe Is that which gives the Tast to all his Happinesse But the true Method of Felicitie Is when the worst Of humane Life is plac'd the first And when the Child's Correction proves to be The cause of perfecting the Man Let our weak Dayes lead up the Van Let the brave Second and Triarian Band Firm against all impression stand The first we may defeated see The Virtue and the Force of these are sure of Victorie 12. Such are the years great Charls which now we see Begin their glorious March with Thee Long may their March to Heaven and still Triumphant be Now thou art gotten once before Ill Fortune never shall o're-take thee more To see 't again and pleasure in it find Cast a disdainfull look behind Things which offend when present and affright In Memory well painted move delight Enjoy then all thy ' afflictions now Thy Royall Father's came at last Thy Martyrdom 's already past And different Crowns to both ye owe No Gold did e're the Kingly Temples bind Than thine more try'd and more refin'd As a choise Medall for Heaven's Treasury God did stamp first upon one side of Thee The Image of his suffering Humanity On th' other side turn'd now to sight does shine The glorious Image of his Power Divine 13. So when the wisest Poets seek In all their liveliest colours to set forth A Picture of Heroick worth The Pious Trojan or the Prudent Greek They chuse some comely Prince of heavenly Birth No proud Gigantick son of Earth Who strives t' usurp the god 's forbidden seat They feed him not with Nectar and the Meat That cannot without Joy be eat But in the cold of want and storms of advers chance They harden his young Virtue by degrees The beauteous Drop first into Ice does freez And into solid Chrystall next advance His murdered friends and kindred he does see And from his flaming Country flee Much is he tost at Sea and much at Land Does long the force of angry gods withstand He does long troubles and long wars sustain Ere he his fatall Birth-right gain VVith no lesse time or labour can Destiny build up such a Man VVho 's with sufficient virtue fill'd His ruin'd Country to rebuild 14. Nor without cause are Arms from Heaven To such a Hero by the Poets given No human Metall is of force t' oppose So many and so violent blows Such was the Helmet Breast-plate Shield VVhich Charls in all Attaques did wield And all the VVeapons Malice e're could try Of all the severall makes of wicked Policy Against this Armour struck but at the stroke Like Swords of Ice in thousand pieces broke To Angells and their Brethren Spritis above No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove As when they great misfortunes see With Courage born and Decencie So were they born when Worc'ster's dismall Day Did all the terrors of black Fate display So were they born when no Disguises clowd His inward Royalty could shrowd And one of th' Angels whom just God did send To guard him in his noble flight A Troop of Angels did him then attend Assur'd me in a Vision th' other night That He and who could better judge than He Did then more Greatness in him see More Lustre and more Majesty Than all his Coronation Pomp can shew to Human Eye 15. Him and his Royall Brothers when I saw New marks of honor and of glorie From their affronts and sufferings draw And look like Heavenly Saints even in their Purgatory Me-thoughts I saw the three