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Songs and other poems by Alex. Brome ...
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Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.
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And that she truly doth reply and don 't lye She prays may be inquired by the Country Rejoynder By A. B. And the aforesaid Roger saith the Plea By her the said Priscilla formerly Put in and pleaded by her Replication In the aforesaid manner form and fashion And the whole matter that 's contained there Are not sufficient in the law for her The said Priscilla to maintain her aforesaid Suit against him and there need be no more said Nor by the laws of England is it fit That he should make answer unto it This to averr he 's ready Whereupon For want of better Replication In this behalf he doth a judgment pray And that she from having her action may Be barr'd for this against him And for The causes why he doth in Law demurr Upon that Replication he the said Roger according to the Statute made And in such case provided doth declare And shew to th' Court of Upper Bench that 's here These causes following to wit that this Said Replication insufficient is Negative pregnant and uncertain rude Double wants form and does not conclude Rightly according to the legal way Joyning in Demurrer By A. B. And she the said Priscilla here doth say That the said Plea which by reply has been Pleaded by her and what 's contain'd therein In point of Law good and sufficient be Her suit against him to maâ—ntain And she That Plea and matter pleaded as above Is ready here both to maintain and prove As this Court shall consider and think fit And ' cause he does not answer it nor yet Deny the Replication any way The said Priscilla as before doth pray Judgement and dammages to be judg'd to her For all this injury which he did do her But ' cause this Court here not advised is Of giving judgment of the premises A day 's giv'n to both parties to appear I' th Upper Bench before the Keepers here At Westminster till Munday after eight Dayes of St. Hillary for the receipt And hearing of their Judgment upon it For that the Court is not advis'd as yet LVI To the Kings most Sacred Majesty on his miraculous and glorious return 29. May 1660. NOw our Spring-royal's come this cursed ground Which for twelve years with Tyrants did abound Bears Kings again a memorable Spring May first brought forth May now brings home our King Auspicious Twenty ninth this day of Mirth Now gives Redemption which before gave Birth Hark how th' admiring people cry and shout See how they flock and leap for joy the Rout Whose Zeal and Ignorance for many years Devis'd those Goblins Jealousies and Fears And fighting blindfold in those puzling Mists Rais'd by the conjuring of their Exorcists Wounded and chas'd and kill'd each other while Their Setters-on did share the prey and smile Now the delusion 's o'r do plainly see What once they were what now they ought to be T' abused Trumpet that was only taught To inspire Rebellion now corrects its fault Tun'd by your Fame and with more chearful voyce Contributes sounds and helps us to Rejoyce The Guns which roar'd for your best subjects bloud Disown their cause now better understood The Bells that for sedition long chim'd in As if themselves too Rebaptiz'd had been Convert their notes ecchoing with louder peal The harmony of Church and Common-weal While in contiguous Bon-fires all the Nation Paint their late fears and sport with Conflagration 'Bout which rejoycing Neighbours friendly meet And with fresh wood the kind devourer greet Mean while th' old Subjects who so long have slept In Caves and been miraculously kept From Rage and Famine while the only thing That fed and cloath'd them was the hope of King Do all New-plume themselves to entertain Your long'd-for Majesty and welcome Train And as in Job's time 't was those Spurious things Who look like Subjects but did ne'r love Kings Appear among your Subjects in array That 's undiscernable unless more gay All with loud hallows pierce the smiling skies While brandish'd Swords please and amaze our eyes Why then should only I stand still and bear No part of triumph in this Theatre Though I 'm not wise enough to speak t' a King What 's worth his ear nor rich enough to bring Gifts worthy his acceptance though I do Not ride in Buff and Feathers in the show Which Pomp I did industriously eschew That Cost being more to me than th' shew to you Nor do I love a Souldiers garb to own When my own Conscience tells me I am none Yet I 'll do duty too for I 've a mind Will not be idle but will something find To bid my SGVERAIGN Welcome to his own Long-widow'd Realm his Scepter Crown Throne And though too mean and empty it appear If he afford a well-pleas'd Eye and Ear His pow'r can't by my Weakness be withstood Bee 't what it will he 'll find or make it good Hail long-desired Soveraign you that are Now our sole joy and hope as once our fear The Princely Son of a most pious Sire Whose Precepts and Example did inspire Your tender years with virtues that become A King that 's fit to rule all Christendome Which your great Soul hath so improved since Europe can't shew such an accomplish'd Prince Whose whole life 's so exemplary that you Convinc'd those foes which we could not subdue And those that did t' your Court t' abuse you come Converted Proselytes returned home Such strong and sympathetick virtues lye In your great name it cures when you 're not nigh Like Weapon-salve If fame can reach up to This height of Cures what will your person do Your Subjects high'st Ambition and their Cure Bold Rebels terrour you that did endure What e'r the Wit or Malice of your foes Could lay on you or yours yet stoutly chose To suffer on rather than to requite Their injuries and grew Victorious by 't And by your patient suffering did subdue The Traytors fury and the Traytors too The great King makers favourite a Prince Born to a Crown and kept for 't ever since From Open force from all the Close designs Of all your Foes and all our Catilines From all th' insatiate malice of that bold Bloud-thirsty Tyrant from his sword and gold Which hurt you more and from your own false Friends Whom he still kept in pay to serve his ends Yet you 're deliver'd out of all these things By your Protector who 's the King of Kings No more that proud Usurper shall proclame Those partial Conquests which but brand his name To all posterity no more remember His thrice auspicious third day of September Since he fought not for victories but paid Nor were you conquer'd by him but betray'd And now your May by love has gotten more Than his Septembers did by bloud before Thanks to that Glory of the West that Star By whose conductive influence you are Brought to enjoy your own whose em'nent worth These Islands are to small to Eccho sorth Whose