Guernsey he and Jersey comes Now made their Kings retiring rooms The Esquires of the two bigger Isles Though not concern'd yet in their broils But they who on the main did seize Could take th' Appendixes with ease 'T was but that argument to presse From the greater to the lesse Therefore he into Holland struck The Orange must defend the Oake Then into Scotland he must fly From the Low-lands to the High But that cold Country could afford Only cold comfort to her Lord MONCK had not then inspir'd the Land Nor placed there his Loyal Band To France he sails but must not fix The Lilly's too strange flowers had pricks The Paris folk are not so bold As English Princes to behold Afraid of the Great STEWART's are They are the race of Lancaster To stately Colen next he goes To German friends from Gallick foes Colen then might justly glory Although her Legend were a story What e're the riming Frier sings When he was there there were three Kings And the Pope doth improperly To build his crest three stories high A Miter would do better there The triple Crown is CHARLES's wear But Rhenish could not chear his heart Only Canary plaies that part Only the Generous Castile When others frown'd lent him a smile Own'd him as much now as before Spaniards know Gold though in the ore Held with the Scepter ' gainst the sling And us'd Don CARLO like a King As we not many an age agone Resetled Pedro in his Throne Even Kings by one another live Courtesies can receive and give The Golden Fleece did swet and toil To bear him to his Native soil But then some ill might have come on 't There might have been a Charles-pont Fortune did us that honour doom We should both call and fetch him home Come then prepare prepare for him Teach Wichwood Forest how to swim The main with cansass periwigg Navies of Bucentoro's rigg So we shall have a seemly fleet A King a King a King to meet Tritons dance and Mare-maids sing Out of the sea some Venus spring And with Cupids trim the boat In which Great CHARLES himself 's afloat May we no storms no tempests have No dancing of the air or wave No Lapp-land puffs no Finland weather Sent by incarnate Furies hither Rather may milder blasts prevail And fill the proudly swelling sail May the breath of Hybla's flowers The odours of Hymetta's bowers Molucca's Araby's perfume Which else would uselesly consume Themselves into one brize compose And center in those linnen cloth's White peaceful colours signs of love So they are used so they 'le prove To him that to the King submits To th' unrepenting winding-sheets Ye now most glorious Eastern Seas Foam up at once your Amber-grease Your Amber-grease in stead of Myrrh A present to this Royal Sir Ye Whales that lord it in the deep Come and do homage come and creep To him of whom you hold in fee Your sovereignty of the sea But leave your Whalishness a while Calmly make towards a calm Isle Gently glide along and steady Your forelorn hope 's been here already Ye Dolphins too may hither pack All with Arions on your back Only Sword-fishes keep away Come not into our peaceful Bay Come not you near those happy sands Whereon our dearest Sovereign lands Those sands which on record will stand As much as e're did Colchos strand When as the ages coming on Shall study how these things were done And wonder at so rich a fraught As we do at the Argonaut Let us enjoy what they 'le admire Let our affections take new fire Let us and 's Majesty combine And for this breach the closer joyn Just as those bones which broke in twain Grow stronger when they 'r set again Let 's get such skill how to obey As he hath Scepters how to sway And till a Prince of Wales be born Let Ich Di-en of all be worn And when as Grebner's Prophecy Shall be a reall History When as the Martyr's Son and Heir Shall sit in the Confessors chair When he in that rich Chappell shines Which cost us all the Indian Mines When Briton's your wise Delegates The Third joyn'd with the Second States With Pearls and Purples him array Flowers not growing every May When he of whom we were bereft And had small Expectation left To see these seas by him thus cross't But Hope had all her Anchors lost Whose reigning in his Fathers stead Is like returning from the dead When he is Crown'd in all your sights And takes possession of his rights When this is done and you look on Believe a Resurrection A time when time shall be no more When you must look o're your old score When that wide stretching Conscience Which can with Royal blood dispence Which like a frozen serpent lies Heeding nor Kings nor Deity 's At unseen fires shall melt and thaw And wake and hisse and sting and claw And that Adventurer shall be found To have gone on the surest ground Who for to gain eternal bliss Gives God his due and Caesar his You also who of high things talk While on the Royal Change you walk Asiatick African Romanist or Muselman Of whatsoever Country Sect Fashion Trade or Dialect Who saw where Caesar's Image stood Saw it deface't saw it renew'd You told of that go tell of this That England once more England is Possessed ones are turned civil A Monck has conjur'd down the Devil How well would he become the Burse Seated upon a brazen horse Amidst those Kings that rul'd before Whose Successours he doth restore So of Great Warwick's mind is he Rather to make a King than be He whom you all can't chuse but know He whom you heard of long ago When on the Seas he got renown And brought the blustring Hogens down And High and Mighty from 'um won To give it unto CHARLES the Son He Oh Egyptians wh ' undertook To free us from our Mammaluke He Germans who on us bestow'd That which your country would have ow'd To Famous Gustav's Sword and Shield Had he escaped Lutzen field He unto whom even your Grand-Fool Ottomanist's may go to School And if hee 's wise example take His Janizaries off to shake Ye Greeks whose wine we 've often drunk In a health to CHARLES and Monck Take notice we as well as you Have our Demetrius Soter too Armenian Persian Tartar Mede Think with what courage with what speed From North to South he Victor ran And you 'le remember Tamerlane Your Patron Monsier's is a word Ours has a heart a hand a sword Your Dennis is no man knows vvhere Our George is here is here I 'le swear You Portugue's who knew of late What 't is to have such turns in State To fetch your Ostracized Lord Home back again of your own accord Joyn souls with us while we rehearse To CHARLES a Hymne to Monck a Verse Long live the Gen'ral longer He To whom the Gen'ral bow 's his knee Let the King prosper in his reign Let CHARLES proceed a Charle maigne Let him excell Beau-Cleark in Art And be as stout as Lion's-heart As Wise as Richmond-Henry who Quell'd discords and made one of two As Pious as young Edward was That Excommunicated Mass As Famous as Elizabeth Who out-fume'd Size-Cinq's blasting breath As Peacefull as James and as Just Let him be trusted let him trust Let no strange jealousies arise Clouds unbecoming Brittish skies Let Crosses still be voted down So as to have none in the Crown Let him his Fathers soul possesse In Parts be like him not Successe If if there be a King of Kings That knows all thoughts all words all things An Angell which his feet doth set One on the dry one on the wet Which doth salvation command For th' King at Sea and can on Land If we don't beat the air in vain But notice of our Vows is ta'ne If we can pierce th' All-hearing ears Which seemed stopt these 13 years If prayers can prevail with Fate Let him be CHARLES but Fortunate I must go on Let him have health Let him never want for vvealth And be the man most fit to grow His Saviour's Vice-roy here below If a Fifth Monarch there must be Let Englands Emperour be He. FINIS
The Restauration OR A POEM on the Return of the MOST MIGHTY and ever Glorious PRINCE CHARLES the II. TO HIS Kingdoms By ARTHUR BRETT of Christs-Church Oxon. Deum Delphósque meos LONDON Printed by J. H. for Samuel Thomson at the Bishops-head in St. Pauls Church-yard 1660. The Restauration OR A POEM on the Return of the Most Mighty and ever Glorious Prince CHARLES the II. to his Kingdoms HOw shall I thy entrance sing Lord of Hearts of Nations King Or thy Restauration bear Of Royal Father Royal Heir When I consider thy Return What Flames within my Breast do burn I know not how to vent my joy How to begin Vive le Roy Or enter upon my great Song The King has been away so long Thus after a dark dismal night We can't sustain Meridian-light The Dawn must gently intervene Lest Phoebus kill as soon as seen So Sorrow by degrees must wast Joy stifles coming on too fast Shall I be silent then and sit And only hear other mens Wit No I 'le call my Thoughts together Summon all my Forces hither Rather than fail at such a time My Soul shall go into a Rime Who on so rich a Subject try Their as rich Vein of Poetry Though never so much care they take False-Latine-Heraldry will make Having no Gold on Gold to spread I shall not break Clarencieux Head While others serve the King in State And bring Red Wine in Yellow Plate I 'le like that Honest Asian Present him Water in a Canne I will say somthing wrong or right Cast in my share though but a Mite But as a Drop unto that Sea Which now sustains his Majesty Those Craggy Mountains which surround Our Pleasant Fertile English Ground A Finer Mantles Courser Border That stand to keep the Sea in order And now stretch out stretch out their head To catch their Soveraign's first Tread Those Cliffes Parnassus are to me Salt-water Hypocrene shall be Oh for the silver Quill of Quarles To celebrate our Gracious CHARLES Oh for a Holy David's Lyre And new Te-Deum's in the Quire Oh for a Strain ascending quite 'Bove Denham Cowley or the Knight Oh for Muses Ninety Nine Oh for a Fancy as Divine As Virgils and as smooth and fit As Ovids when of Love he writ The Story I must now rehearse Deserves a more than common Verse Vxbridge and the Isle of Wight Could not settle all things right But Breda hath that Business done Perfecting what they but begun Strange News a King and Kingdoms Three Send each their Letters and agree When heaven propitious appeares A Day do's more than month's or years Breda that to her Tackling stuck She got a Name from being took But let 's forget those warlick Feats Those Stratagems those lawful Cheats Let those brave deeds of Dutch and Spanish French and Heroick English vanish Let Spinola's memorial cease She 's now more famous for a Peace Our Sister Nation justly may Her ancient Thistle throw away Those Armes became her exil'd Prince His Fortunes now are blossom'd since He hath if that can be his due Is King of Scots and Scotland too For this he scap't such snares such plots Such sicknesses such wounds such shots As Chance on the Kings Son may bring In a hot war against the King For this he often cros't the Sea Safer than others do the Dee And on the main was reverenc't more Than he was like to be a shore The Loyal waves did quiet stand There were too many Storms at land For this at W fatal fight Was wrought that Miracle his flight When that rich soile was o're and o're Water'd with English-Scottish Gore That he must perish in the Woods Or fly o're troops or swim through bloods It was for this 't was Heaven's intent That he should meet this Parliament And so from nothing All commence And shew the world ther 's Providence When Nature bid him first to be So sweet so full of Majesty That he did no Perfection lack She put him in a comely black A comely but a mournful Hue She had good reason so to do Presaging that her Brittish Sons Would prove unruly boisterous ones Would into strange confusion run Murder the Sire banish the Son But Comedy's now on the Stage And Tragedy has ceas't to rage We 're past the black part of the Scene And what remains will be serene Great CHARLES unto large Empire born Has had his Crown made all of Thorn Now hee 'l have one of better Stuffe If Lumbard-street have Gold enough His Winter 's gone he has now his Spring The Honey after so much sting In Patience's and Vertue 's Field Has conquer'd Fate and it doth yield That blazing Comet 's direful beard Which made us at his birth afear'd Though it were long it had an end Could not eternal harms portend Now CHARLES the Martyr CHARLES the First Whose Murder hath the Nation curst CHARLES of Blessed Memory Who liv'd a Pris'ner died free Triumphant CHARLES looks from on high And sees his Blood has ceas't to cry Sees his own Prophesie fulfil'd That English hearts at last should yield That the remembrance of their Guilt And of his Blood which they had spilt Should melt their flints for bloud is known To mollifie the hardest stone That they should their errour see And that his Royal Progeny Which has been Fortunes quilted Ball Should mount the higher by its Fall His Son should with more Glory rise Because he on a Scaffold dies So we behold if Nature may Allude to State the following day Its Raies with greater Lustre spread When as the former sets in Red Now Circulation of blood In a new sense will be made good The Head was made with shame to bleed Now let the Legs and Feet take heed Gods own Anointed is at hand To judge the Sinners of the Land To curb those overdaring soules And use his words whose place he holds They that have oppos'd my Reign Let 'um be brought out and slain Shall he not be their King hee 'l rise And be their Priest and sacrifice Those Buls unto his Fathers shade Which o're our necks such rule have had Oh no! I dream Oh! I mistake He comes to build not down to break Hee 's merciful he lov's to save How could he else all Vertues have The Royal Eagle will not prey He loses Subjects if he slay Dove-like he knows not how to kill But comes with Olive in his Bill Memory is an Art but yet There is a greater to forget He can forget his Fathers fall How they took Crown and Life and all How our late Sun his splendor lost And sat where he had shined most How he of men and Kings the best Had his East turned to his West 'T is his endeavour 't is his care Well to do with ill to bear What has been done is gone and past And hee 'l make up what Noll laid wast How he will with his people deal He gives both under hand and seal
When to the Parliament he sends Sweetly begins and sweetly ends Never such words I dare avow Were written in Court hand till now Hee 'l be hee 'l be The Faiths Defender Yet such whose Consciences are tender Such as unsatisfied are As far as may a King hee 'l spare That clause it will end all our strife That Line it is a Line of Life Not like base Tyrants who disgrace Royalty of the Royal race That keep mens bodies free and safe But they'â—e oppress their nobler half This is to save the Case from hurt And leave the Jewel in the Dirt Our Sovereign's of another mind Is even to Dissenters kind He who in the world has been Who in his banishment has seen Such Variety abroad So many a way so many a Mode Find's 't is impossible that we Should here in all things all agree Unity men in vain design It is an Attribute Divine Bodies arn't made of the same clay Nor Souls of th' same celestial Ray What you may hate I may think good As this mans poyson's that mans food The Church in this fine Sun-shine day Will give her Children leave to Play So as it be not with edg'd tools And they not prove mad-men or fools While those who urge with too much heat On others that which they think meet Their beam of truth must be the day And we must needs say as they say Do as they do guess as they guess Those that will force our Consciences Seem not to know what Conscience is And of their Sovereign's temper miss But to be clement to be mild That he has had up from a child And while infused gifts we scan We praise the Maker not the man As for 's acquired ones for those Which only to himself he ow's Would you them know perhaps you would And I would tell you if I could If I could paint a noble soul As Xeuxis did his Lass of old Borrow a curious fancy hence Hence a style a judgment thence Somthing of CHARLES then you should know Which now lies hid and will do so Till he salute the Loyal rout And let it at his mouth run out Into affliction he was hurl'd The great Free-school of all the world And yet which seemeth strange and odd Hath thrived under too much rod For Losses Crosses Banishment Never were for Thalia's meant He has heard with 's ears seen with 's eyes Enough to make him richly wise H 'as that Experience attain'd Which by study can't be gain'd That which others learn by scraps Or read in books or see in maps In times of war he dares to fight And in times of peace can write He to Minerva is so dear She has lent him both her Book Spear Such is our Prince who doth return The Phoenix of the Royal Urne With him returnes that beauteous Dame We Ecclesia Anglicana name The Hierarchy is getting ground Its Platonick year's come round Or if that that should be withstood Somthing that 's better or as good David if holy writ we mark Still brings back with him the Arke Miters attend the Diadem Half moons 't is that enlightens them Scepters and Crosiers joyn hand Together fall together stand Oh Holy Blessed Trinity Will now no more be Heresie Nor Letany an impious thing Although we pray in 't for the King But Hammond whither thou so fast Why this unseasonable hast Have the true Israelites indeed Now they are setled no more need For time to come H. H. D. D. Their fiery pillar-guide to see Could'st thou not stay one Fortnight more And see us rightly God adore Till thou enthroned CHARLES hadst saw'n And grac't the Ermine with thy Lawn Must Moses now be layed by And just on Canaans Borders die Well go and be the Messenger The tidings to the shades to bear Your News forget not as you make Your passage through the Lethe Lake Since angry Fate will have you go Go Reverend Sir and tell below Which for to tell who 'd not expire The Royalists have their Desire The Royalists not Cavaliers That word that thing may breed new feares Tell him who so long dominee'd And Trophies of our Slavery reer'd If he hath got to th' blessed Coast And not his way t' Elysium lost Tell him a CHARLES is up again And Cromwel's ordinary men Tell the brave English souls beneath The Sword is fast up in the sheath That all things are as quiet here As they can possibly be there That we did this for little gain There were no hundred thousands slain No it was at an easier rate They 'd no new guests sent 'um of late And you who teach our outward ears And glitter in your lesser sphears Let your light farther be extended Stars shine the more when Sol's descended When you 've displanted all Deluders All Levitical Intruders All sapless trees all withered rinds Without Divinity Divines When you the Angels of the flocks Are grafted in your proper stocks The Candles in the Candlesticks Do not earth with heaven mix Don't too much worldly lustre get For fear of other snuffers yet There was got in your torch a thief But a traveller brought relief Came from Cole-stream to the Thames Sav'd Ephod Bels and Breast-plate Gems Now for the future have a care Dangers escap't make men beware Dark clouds besat your Firmament Mens love to you was cold was spent For such darkness brighter shew For such coldness hotter grow And flourish for such calumny's By an Antiperistasis Your eyes ye watchmen they have wink 't Your Vestal fire has been extinct Scorn all earthly fumes and vapours And from heaven light your tapers Now seeing what offends our sense May please us in another tense Since 't is a curious sight to look From th' mountains where w' have footing took Down on the watry moving ones And lately conscious to our groans Since Land-scapp's may delight the eyes Though representing gloomy skyes How willingly could I be bold My King eclipsed to behold How could I be this Prince's Page To trace him in his pilgrimage To follow him through his distress Through his Paran-wilderness And at every miles end stop While grief a Chrystal bead may drop Come Berti-us and yet methinks Why should I view it through the Chinks The Diamond now it self explay's And in the ring begins to blaze Why should I th' flying Meteor haunt Hee 's since a Star and culminant But I must go I can't forbear Fancy transports me through the air Where I may see each Cittadel Each town each court where CHARLES did dwell I must be one if him it please Of wandring Jov's Satellites Come man of Geographicks come Shew mee 's Itinerarium Shew me the places where h 'as been Or rather where he has not been seen Still tost and turn'd still on the wing His type Aeneas answering First St Germans yields him rest Had you been there you would have guest Windsor had chang'd her Thames for Sein Her houslesse Lord to entertain To