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To the Kings most excellent Majesty.
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Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.
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1660
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Wing L2628; Thomason E1080_1; ESTC R38486
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TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY GREAT Prince of Cares and Vs by dark Fates hurld Round each false Corner of the treachrous World Our doubtfull Joyes and Sighs distracted be Whether We first Bewaile or Welcome Thee Whose wandring Feet can scarce that Soil disclose Which hath not bred or else increas'd Thy woes Or Thee or Thine each Nation did enfold So wide a Ruine no one Clime could hold At Home were drawn to most extensive length The Shafts of all our Stratagems and Strength Gainst Thy soft Bosome when to cruell Times But to be born our Prince was all Thy Crimes When such whose hands were stain'd in Sacred Gore And must secure past Ills by acting more By interchanged mischiefs graspe the State Not to Relieve the Pressures but Translate Our weapon'd Guardians raise them their arm'd hand Makes each their Image our dread Idoll stand And though their brain-sick eyes could hope to see No dawn of Cure no Hellebore but Thee Thou that sole Anchor of a floating Rout Art still as Anchors are alone cast out Abroad thy Griefs do their cold Friendships prove Who welcome now Thy Stay strait Thy Remove It doth more greivous to a Guest befall To be Dislodg'd then not Receiv'd at all If once a bold Usurper do pretend To thunder Menaces or be their friend Thy fraile Allies on Thy reception frown And a Confederate-Rebel weighs Thee down Thou must take wing afresh a politick spight Makes Thee to flie ev'n from Thy place of Flight O where have then Thy carefull dayes been spent Whose very Exile suffer'd Banishment But being now return'd our Numerous Prince By Birth and Virtues first by Sufferings since May Peace her Olive to Thy Scepter bring And England know no Halcyon but her King Thy Sacred Father in Thy memory weare Piously firm but not too sadly there No mean Unequall blood discount His Fate Let Veins despaire Seas cannot expiate May Loyall Breasts with unrevolting breath Attone Thy wrongs and His more clamorous death Camillus thus his injuries brake through And came at once Romes blush and Rescue too No Crimsom-guilty Streams nor innocent gore Do tyde our Sea-tost Prince back to his Shore What lingring time long wisht but could not see Wrought by Thy martyr'd Sire nor yet by Thee What Birth nor Brains Treasure nor Force could do Our kind Necessity hath rais'd Thee to And You attain your long disputed height A Glorious Conqueror without a Fight But though our Tears confesse and sign it true That our own streights and wrongs have righted You Yet do those forcing streights extort no more Then what our generall Groans implor'd before For though we shiver in a thousand Rents Of querulous Sects and unappeas'd intents Yet in this one we center and agree We still request a King and that King Thee Come then and bind us up with tender hands O Thou the Balsome of these bleeding Lands Ore-look the false by prospect on the True And let the Many expiate the Few Had You by Forreign Strengths regain'd Your Right You might at once Restore us and Affright For Spanish Aides had scarce the credit won Of Spanish Succours but Invasion Your wisht Approach it self might so amate And Your Return had seem'd Our Eighty Eight Our hopes Restorer France did fear to be And Spain though Hospitable was not He. Renowned Monck alone to Us and You Is France and Spain and these three Kingdoms too With what Amazement our lost Phansies burn At this Your aenigmatical Return Mysterious Prince three Kingdoms long disdain And now their Jubilee their Cure and Pain Nor could the Issue lesse at length appear When we recount Your preservation here When at a Miracles expense You show Whose Care You were ev'n in Your Overthrow When Worc'sters hapless day proclaim'd it true That to Escape was more then to Subdue Success crowns Rebel-fame Yours higher flies Nor are You Fortunes minion but the Skies When Tarquin had receiv'd his exil'd Fate Not Porsena his Royal Advocate Nor potent Armes his Restoration shape Oppos'd by his own Pride and Lucrece Rape His Armies are by Armies overcome And Porsena's grave Legats reason'd home In Fights or Parlyes still they disagree He strugling to be King Rome to be Free How different are these Same 's Your exiles friend Princes nor Aides nor Intercessors send You use no Advocate but milde Delay And we no Freedome find but to Obey After Your tyring Exile we disclose You do Return the Prince we did Expose And in Your tempted Pilgrimage we find That You have chang'd your Aire but not your Mind While to their Wants or Weakness most become Tame Proselytes and to Impatience some Thy breast was proof ' gainst all rais'd Thee Powers To stand our Faiths Defender when scarce Ours No soft perswasive Errors bright Array Nor rugged stormy Usage could dismay Your fixt Resolves You still your own sure Prince Whom Wants did oft Distress but ne'r Convince And though Thy coole Revolt might soon have lead Thy Ravisht Crowns to thy Rejected head Those beckning Gems want Lustre to allure Nor seem'd it great to Raign but to Endure And now though to be King is dignity Next Heavens transcendent Charter great and high Yet some in Forraign Empires seem Thy Peer And justly challenge Kingdoms as Thou here Others Usurpe their panting Nations Lords And carve out guilty Scepters with their Swords And though Injustice difference their Claim Yet All are Kings and therein are the same But by a madding People chas'd away And mad again till they restore Thy sway Woed to a Crown and Courted to a Throne There You are Prince there You are King alone Let more Imperious Potentates rejoyce To be their Subjects Soveraigns Thou their Choice MARTIN LLUELYN M. D. Lond socius TO HIS HIGHNESSE THE DUKE OF YORKE YOUR bright Return doth equall glories reare To what You still return a Conquerer Nor hath your Sword abroad more Terrors won Then Your Renown hath purchas'd hearts at home Hence You create like cheerfull comforts here As when you did with safety Disappeare And ballance Times aright the Blisse is one To travaile Home and be securely Gon. This only difference we must avow That what were then but Joyes are Triumphs now Fear in our hearts kept our Expressions low And though we did Rejoyce we durst not Show Our Joyes are now no Stealths but open clad Without the Felony of being Glad And what can check our Jo 's who receive A Prince whose losse forsaken Nations greive Whose Vigour now shall Spanish Caution warm And spirit grave Approach into a Storme Thy Poize must temper French Excesse no more Nor form that Valour which was Rage before These Adverse Camps had each the bless'd event To heal Defects by Thee their Supplement From whose divided Prowess either gains The Pondering learns Careere the Giddie Rains Each thus improv'd a Peace must needs ensue Contest is vain where Neither can Subdue MARTIN LLUELYN M. D. Coll. Lond. socius TO HIS HIGHNESSE THE DUKE OF GLOCESTER Illustrious Prince THough midst Your Countries flames You fled exil'd Like young Telemachus a Frighted Child By soft Distinctions yet Thy flight's allay'd Nor wert Thou Forc't an Exile but Convey'd The Courteous Tyrant will Thy harmes prevent And bids Thee to be safe in Banishment The glozing Crocodile doth fawn and slay As he markt Thee his Pilgrim not his Prey Guids to Your youth and Wayes are joyntly lent You are for Amicable Ruine meant Dire Monster thus to aggravate Thy wrongs Like Sirens by the Musick of his Songs This Friendship yet from that fierce Tyger won Well may You aske what mischief have I done And rack Your crystal Innocence to prove What Crime in You commends You to his Love Dismiss that scrutiny if he forbears 'T is not his Kindnesse but his Surfeit spares MARTIN LLUELYN M. D. Lond. socius FINIS