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A84381
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To the King's most Excellent Majesty: on his happie and miraculous return to the government of his three (now) flourishing kingdoms.
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Ellis, Clement, 1630-1700.
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1660
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Wing E574; Thomason E1080_5; ESTC R207850
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TO THE KING'S Most Excellent Majesty ON HIS Happie and Miraculous RETURN To the GOVERNMENT of his Three now flourishing KINGDOMS June 11 1660 The guift of the Author my Son George's Tutor TO THE KING'S Most Excellent Maiestie PARDON Great King 'T is now the common voice Of Friends and Foes of all that can Rejoyce Or seem to do so Such Joy best begins With Deprecations for our former Sins The sacred Names of KING CHARLES do more Then thousands of Reformers wrought before The Blind begin to see it has been Night And all their Visions were meer Dreams of Light Our Hearts and Tongues agree and all confess We 've now a sense of our long senslesness Parties and Sects clos'd and cemented be Faction alone 's the Common Enemie But are these Blessings Real May we dream Things are indeed in England what they seem Is' t possible a Glorious King should come Perfect from out Confusion's Monstrous Womb Can Monarchs be Rewards for Sin And can Provoked Heav'n smile on an English-man It is Our King O may he ever live Till Heav'n receive Him what Heav'n now doth give PARDON Dread Sov'raign 'T is this word must be The Symbol of a too-late Loyalty Whilst with more Poenitence then Wit we come To welcome Life Laws Liberties all home Welcome Religion and our Church and all That Truth dares Honesty and Justice call Welcome Great Prince the sum of all by whom England's once more made part of Christendom Welcome all that with You hath banish'd bin By England's Madness and for England's Sin Welcome to three glad Kingdoms which do know No Life no Soul but what they find in You. We lay Eight long years sick Twelve dead and rotten Truth and Religion King and Laws forgotten Corruption reigning both in Church and State All things save Stench and Vermine out of date Those few stout Members did the rest survive VVe tare them off and bury'd them alive Since England sent away in blood her Head To wear that Crown for which the Great King bled VVe have been all one Carcass and the Prey Of Hellish Vultures till this happy day Strange Dev'ls of Light false Saints more barbarous No Mercy in our Foes less Sense in Vs Might we speak out Great Sir and were it not High Treason not to shew we have forgot Our numerous Deaths at Your approach we 'd tell The VVorld how much Your Absence made Our Hell You bring too great a light Sir now we see Nought but the present Rayes of Majestie VVe see and cannot tell you what 'T is You Alone such Blessings as Your Self must know VVhom God by Miracles hath kept alive Your Sorrows Your Foes Malice to survive His Providence preserv'd You all this while To be his Mercy 's Wonder to our Isle We slew our selves alas by Regicide GOD gives that Life which we in Blood deny'd May we grow Wise and Thank-ful shew agen Good Subjects may be made of English-men Oh may we ne'er again rejoyce to see Heads off to give the Shoulders Libertie May You not now fear Poyson in our Breath Or think an English-man speaks nought but death To Laws and Kings May You not henceforth say We Bless and Welcome as we Fast and Pray May that Great Power above which thus doth bow Our Head to Vs raise up our Hearts to You. Your sacred presence sanctifies the Land The Atheist worships and the Traytor 's Hand Is now lift up to Heav'n to draw down thence Blessings on 's King Pardon for his Offence Our Canting's near an end and all the Art Of Hypocrites is how to find an Heart For GOD and CAESAR 'T is our general sence Tyrants meer Bastards are of Providence When Blessings keep a mean Sir and our Joys May without Sin be moderate Such Toys As Words and Wit may make fit Presents and Gay Garlands on the Common Mercy stand But when a King comes home what is' t can hold Proportion but a Diadem of Gold We spare Our Offerings Heav'ns onely use To send Such Presents no poor Subject Muse Obedience is our Sacrifice To make our Joys run with our Blessings even We will make haste and send them up to Heaven Turning our wanton Strains of Poetry To Hymnes of Praise and Vows of Loyalty The King of Kings make Your whole Life to come As Glorious as Your Father's Martyrdom Live long and happy May You still find Vs Subjects as Loyal as His Treacherous May France perceive we have a King and Rome Consider Charles the Second is come home Let all that Rabble tremble when 't is said Our Land hath found her King our Church her Head Our God and King return together Sent Together hence to suffer Banishment May they together make a long abode May God still keep His King the King His God! So prays Dread Soveraign one may his Zeal show it That 's much a better Subject then a Poet. CL. ELLIS Coll. Reg. Oxon. Soc. LONDON Printed by James Cottrel for Humphry Robinson at the three Pigeons in St. Paul's Church-yard MDCLX