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The restauration [sic]. 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.
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Brett, Arthur, d. 1677?
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1660
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Wing B4397; Thomason E1027_7; ESTC R208846
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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