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Charls triumphant, &c.
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Oxinden, Henry, 1609-1670.
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Hen Oxinden de Barham Non est mortale quod opto 1647. CHARLS TRIUMPHANT c. This is that CHARLS who did from CHARLS proceed Who shall in Greatness CHARLS the Great exceed CAROLUS e CAROLO descendens erit CAROLO magno major LONDON Printed in the year MDCLX TO THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS His best Vicegerent CHARLS II. Who shall be greater than CHARLS the GREAT The Author wisheth All the Blessedness and Glory All the Love and Power All the Majesty and Dominion that an earthly God is capable of Rex si me Argligenis vatibus inseres Sublimi feriam sidera vertice Hor. Car. lib. 1. od 1 Great KING if you 'l be pleas'd to grace Me in your heart with a near place The world to come shall see My head shall reach Heav'ns lofty Sphere And as the stars I will shine there Such shall my Glory be THE AUTHORS OPINION THE Choristers of Heav'n rejoyce and sing Beholding now the Triumphs of our King And he who grieves this blessed sight to see Must either Devil or grand Rebel be Ah! curst's that soul can be an Heraclite At the rejoycing of the Sons of Light THE Author TO THE READER REader I here have set before thine eyes A heav'nly Image in Triumphant wise The sacred Off-spring of thy Lord and King Let now thy heart a peal to heaven ring At this so glorious a sight for why In viewing him thou view'st a Deity THE AVTHORS HYMN O Let us now rejoyce and sing Praises unto our Lord Because he hath restor'd our King Even of his own accord How great his Kingdome to us is In doing of the same O let us evermore for this Extoll his Holy Name And let us thanks unto him give For all his Mercies try'd And pray that long our CHARLES may live Who us indemnifi'd And in the fire did cast the rod His mercies bearing sway For this praise we the Lord our God Praise we the Lord I say BEhold a Triumph which no servants scoff Can possibly eclipse or e're put off For CHARLES his chariot shall triumphing run Coeval with the horses of the Sun And loyal acclamations likewise make Royal hearts dance but hearts of Rebels quake Jo. Hobart Of Quarrington in Mersham in Kent ON CHARLES Triumphant A POEM Dedicated to His Majesty by H. Oxinden Esq Most gracious Soveraign AFter the Countreyes well meant dusty greets Turning the deserts in your road to streets And puâ—â— pastâ— gladness of the gaudy town Where some joyes were heard in some swalow'd down Besides the shouts of the converted Host Guarding before the Crown upon a Post With Catsdung throngs of Courtiers 'bout the Throne Crowding for places till they left you none View this Aeschylian Authors loyal strain Such Gratulations spend and last again Born without pangs Offspring of Extasie Since you transported was why may not He Rapt with a Soveraign influence 'bove those Whose thanks are healths profound and shallow prose Yet if your smiles infuse not vital mirth 'T will prove abortive or Saguntine birth Which come your Holocaust if now it dies And if it stands your living sacrifice First fruits from him whose All for Charles is bred He that presents the feet dares stake the head H. B. On the most ingenuous Author of Charles Triumphant THE splendid Triumphs of the Town and Court Ambitious are to be great Charles his sport Arches advanced be to raise his Name Above the Clouds till they obscure their frame But this high Author only can advance His fame beyond the power of force or chance And by the verdure of Poetick Bay Make his whole life a Coronation day Others dread King may crown your head with gold This golden Verse preserves from growing old Your eviternal praise and in this thing By b'ing his Subject you are more his King Thomas Williams TO HIS Most Honoured because most faithfull friend the Author upon his Triumphant Poem APollo's darling for thy due renown 'T is just thy Royal verses wear a Crown My Muse is dumb whilst thine sublimely sings The best of Poets to the best of KINGS AUGUSTUS smiles CAESAR accepts a mite â—ow VIRGIL'S Genius doth English write â—et common Poets prattle common things Whilst Monarchs triumph on thy Muses wings â—ing noth ' but Kings thou can'st not higher rise â—t is not meet Joves bird should stoop at flyes Nature and Art being married in Thee Muses conserve their true Posterity Heavens me defend from being thine Enemy 〈◊〉 would not be laid forth before I die Who willingly would meet his Death his Herse His Funeral in thy Triumphant Verse TO HIS Much esteemed Friend and ever honored Patron Henry Oxinden Esq upon his most incomparable Poem CH. TRI. Lately you wrote against our Hydra-state As a Sharp Satyrist and Englands fate You did bewaile and wisely did presage If Charls were absent in that direfull age Religion would expire her end was nigh So you prepar'd for her an Elegy But now your verses in another straine Do runne and sing Triumphant Iob again Since which you once resolved to set by All verse and take your leave of Poetry But God would not permit your Muse to cease In so much bless'd and Halcyon times as these When Brittaine doth possess within her Spheare Her wished long expected Iupiter Our blessed Soveraign who in the space Of twelve years finished his wandring race And now no longer shall a Planet be But a Star fixt or Stationary Surely those Gods who caus'd the Star to shine At Charls His birth to shew he was divine The very same sent Phaebus down t' enspire Your mind and kindle a poetick fire At your books birth where you so sweetly sing The famous Acts of your most valiant King In strains so ravishing as might provoke The much amaz'd and famous Royal Oak To follow you as Orpheus once did make The Trees to dance and mighty Mountains shake The same to the Authors Momus If Mists arise and seem to cloud thy praise Think it not strange Phaebus can't chuse but raise Such envious vapours therefore murmur not Such a black cloud is but your Beauty-spot This is your glory for not only you But Sol himself wears these black patches too J. W. Lib. 1. I. Lo I who once had Helicon giv'en 'ore And thought to climb Parnassus Hill no more I who the Funerall in forty nine Sang of Religion did then divine Untill King CHARLS came it would never have A total resurrection from the grave I who at that time earnestly did pray That Christ might to his Kingdomes lead the way And also wish'd and that with good intent A speedy end to the long Parliment And I the man who did in fifty one extol Iobs ' patience unto Heavens throne The very Type of our Great Martyr slain And his deare Son rightly our Sovereign And I who ' yerst my fancy to delight OXINDENORUM series did write And did decypher bless'd Elizas blisse Triumphant would God I were where
joine with new lights and renew the fray And like so many Iack with lanthornes blaze And madmen make and fools lead Lamberts maze Whereby a Monk may needfull be once more To fright away the Spirits as before And mystically set them such a spell As Heav'n alone could his good meaning tell Georg the Great Arbiter of three whole Nations O're threw the Dragon to our admirations And many a woodcock took in his dark net Which he to th' purpose for Iohn Lambert set ' Mongst many there but O behold th' event Both strange and true Jack in a box was pent XII What oracle that e'r was heard of vented Such dextrous language as George complemented 'T is well that He himself knew what it ment Before the Posts and chains did give it vent How strang a Card to the Rebellious Rump And it s well wishers did He turn up Trump Who in a Northern mist white powder shot Which scatter'd all his foes yet sounded not George on his horse scarce seen nor understood Did conjure our of evil what is good Good for the King and Kingdoms and for All Who date their rising from grand Rebells fall XIII The Dragon being conquer'd and his Tayle Pickled in souse whilst Fooles did it bewayle George and his Boyes O rare the Rump did rost By such a fire as was unseen by most And unfelt too till they the sauce did make And the true Members did their Places take Who did assess what reck'ning should be pay'd By those who had so many soules betray'd XIIII And now Iohn Lambert tell me what that trick Avayled thee thou served'st honest Dick In Him perswading timely to resigne His usurp'd place that so it might be thine And Dick where art thou now old Noll his son Who Whilome had'st so many Healths begun Unto thy Fathers Landlord if thou be Esteemed or not it shall not trouble me I never was thy favorite not his Nor the Rumps lover hang him up that is And what 's become of all that perjured fry That vow'd to God with thee to live and die They may one part keep of their vow but when They 'l keep it all we shall see wonders then Surely they with the New lights vanish'd be For I not any one of them can see I hope they ne're will come again to cause Fooles wander from their God and from their Laws Nor Monk occasion when they go astray To bring them back into the Kings high way XV. Now thankes to thee good Monk to whom God gave A large Commission Nations to save And Liberty to weare wise Gyges ring To the advantage of thy Self and King With strength to vanquish that Chimaera which Had joined with Mars three Nations to bewitch Thou like God Janus truly hast divin'd Looking not only 'fore thee but behind And beyond Argus such watch still did'st keep As that no Mercury could make thee sleep 'T was thou who stoutly maugre all thy Foes With burning Tongs held'st Cromwel by the Nose And when as Atlas shoulders did incline Thou then all Britane did'st uphold with thine Monk thou great Monk whose worth a lone out spells And weighs down all the Monks in Roomes proud Cells Pronounc'd I Monk Why then the man I nam'd Who by a word both Land and Sea new fram'd Made the round world looke square out of night Extracted Day out of a Chaos Light I challeng all the Heathen Gods to one To do the like as mighty Monk hath done The Name alone of Monk conquer more Then all the Guns in sev'rall years before No Canon sounded like the Name of Monk At whose report Lambert his homes in shrunk And the scar'd Rumpers fowly did bewray Their sears and so most sweetly run away And now I hope we may good times regaine For now the LORD be prays'd my CHARLS dotâ— ' raigne Well may he long do so to his content And live our KING our Lawes and PARLAMENT ANd now great JOVE my thanks aeccept I pray For bringing me thus forward in my way Unto my KING in sounding his renowne Whose Triumphs blest Eternity will Crowne Momus himself must needs be strucken dumb Now CHARLS next under GODS his Kingdomes comâ— His Kingdomes come and happy will be they Who fear their GOD and do their KING obey Amen Finished Iune 1660.