Head 's away If we aright late times reflect upon The fault was in the Conâ—â—itution Rather then in the Men and we that blame Their high mis-doings would have done the same If we had had their Power 'T is the same thing An absolute Senate and an absolute King 'T is this same absolute Power whether it be In One or More that causeth Tyranny 'T is a Temptation not to be withstood It makes those wicked that might else be good Give me a Government of severall Parts Poising each other so that when One starts From Right and Rule the Other presently May give it check Then welcome Monarchy A Monarchy so mix't that in 't we find All the Perfections of each other Kind Where Prince Peers People mutually assist In doing good and what is bad resist Welcome our ancient Form under whose shade Our Sires liv'd happy and whose want soon made Us to be wretched Now the Law bears sway And what we do possess we safely may Esteem our own For we have try'd it long That such a King as Our's can doe no wrong Edw. Littleton AFter such gloomy storms and fatall jarrs Beyond the rage and heats of Barons VVars Or the two Roses conflicts undergone Spun out 'twixt fury and confusion Then when the Widdow'd Land breath'd nought but groans Strain'd from her peoples vassallage and Loans When Arts and Learning and our Muses all Grew disesteem'd as over-grown and stale Led by such cold embracements and dull times To seek for life and warmth in forrein Climes So Orpheus mangled by a savage crue Helicon shrank in and bad the coast adieu Left to Fanatick swarms as once we read Egypt with Lice and Caterpillars spread Amongst these horrors and black mists of night You like the Sun Great King dispence your light And cherish with your Royall beams this Land Which could admit no Balme but from your hand As if that sacred touch you do extend To scare Kings evill would your Kingdoms mend Thus is it said of pooles which having long Contracted Venome and Infection The Soveraign Unicorn the plague expels And with his Horn the tainted water heals Our England heretofore had fits which your Auspicious presence fixed into cure Resembling Great Apollo where you please To plant your station headlesse Tumults cease And we not owe to you a mercy less Than to bring Delos to our Cyclades Glories which some by point of Sword improve You for your self and us obtain'd by Love And charm us into reverence whil'st you quell Those flames intestine rage had made our hell When Phoebus thus resum'd and grasp'd the Reine The unhing'd world leap'd into frame again Besides y' are Heavens pledge to us Great Prince Who for our Warrant have the Influence Of Stars and Deities which long before Of this blest day such signall tokens bore That 't were in us but grosse stupidity To phrase it lower than a Prophesie Thus with our Great Redeemer you do share That both your Births were usher'd by a Star And we should wrong our Faith when Heavens divine To doubt like providence did our CHARLES designe Witnesse those throngs of dangers you befell Which spoke your blest escape a Miracle And made us see from these your straights much more The Gods asserted then when safe before Your patience in such weights of crosses shown Convince us all you had no passion And taught our Schooles on second thoughts of you To yeeld the Stoicks Apathy now true Halft thus 'twixt Man and Angel you express As well Divine as Morall Perfectness And have not we great cause to bless that hand Which brought such full-crown'd blessings to our Land Another George for England whose great name Seth's Pillars shall out-live in endless fame Who with such Arts his Triumphs manag'd that He sav'd the Nation but destroy'd the hate And now Dread King enjoy your Rights again And may no bold Usurper more distain Your sacred Throne nor Scepter violate But firm and fix'd as heaven be your state To some we give the Bayes for Victory Laurels for Peace we all present to Thee Ja. Vanghan Mr. of Arts of Jesus Colledge WOnder of Kings and men to Thee we owe. All our Religion and our Reason too 'T is from Thy sacred Name that we commence Devout admirers of a Providence And thy strange fate hath taught us to adore Who at the worlds mad business laught before England's once more converted and we 're now At once grown Theifts and good Christians too Welcome Great Britain's Soul Our Land 's at last Acted by thee that was before possest Touch'd by thy sacred Hand England we see Not of the Kings but Peoples Evill free Heir to thy Fathers Sufferings and his Crown He Dy'd a Martyr thou hast Lived one Misery it self so beautify'd thou hast We know not which to Reign or Suffer's best Onely for this thou seem'st to vary state To be Example too to th' Fortunate Fair Month thou 'st given CHARLES his second Birth Great Britain's labour'd and a King brought forth Heaven you Proclaim'd him first poor mortals we Came in to finish the Solemnity Ecchoing those Triumphs that did louder ring In those bright Chappels where the Angels sing That Star Heav'ns Herald that at 's Birth in May Shone amidst all the Glories of the day Bespoke him Monarch and th' auspicious thing Led all our VVisemen unto CHARLES our King Of whose fair Reign if Poets can divine And Prophesie been't ceas'd then hear you mine Upon his Throne shall wait Honour and Love And Charles's VVain be drawn by Venus's Dove Nobles he shall have good as they are great And Pallas wise in Honours Temple set Religion graven in each subjects heart Not by the Sword but by perswasive Art The Muses sitting by desert not fate Upon the double Top of Church and State The three Estates entwisted all in one And in their Trinity a Union Unbribed Justice Few and Equall Laws Armies as glorious as is their Cause Victories such as shall oblige the Foe And make the World Court to be conquer'd so All that is Great and Good our CHARLES shall have An Early Glory and a Later Grave And if what 's highest can admit degree Greater than Charles the Greatest He shall be Jo. Ailmer of New Coll. Fellow WElcome Dread Sir to this now happy I le As is the Silver Fleet with the rich spoyle And plunder of the Indies we in You A Treasure worth more than ten Indies view Or as the Sun is to the Northern coasts After a six Months night and as long Frosts At whose approach they straight revive and cry O might we in those Rayes expire and dye Our Joyes Sir are no less than theirs now You The Greater Luminary of the two Shine in your Proper Sphear who can dispense A warmth more vitall than his Influence Such as at first did make the fruitfull earth Teem with a numerous and happy birth Nor doth Your lustre like his envious beams Rob lesser Starreâ— of
a Comet call Sent for to let us know those ills which we Did think to suffer was a misery But this our Phosphorus did soon display His wonted lustre and gave hopes of day Which yet there are who think we partly owe To the disturbed Citizens but so To Pans and women's outcryes Cynthia might Have been sometime indebted for her light Now a new face of all things does appear Order and beauty shine forth every where The Citizens who pris'ners were at best Unto themselves of Freedome are possest Nor want they walls or gates or posts or chains That Town contemns such aids which Monck contains But yet we were not happy till that you Had blest us with your Royall presence too Which having done wee 've nothing left to crave But the continuance of what we have Like that of Heaven 's our happinesse that we Must ever tast the same Felicity G. Towerson M.A. of All-soules TO England sick of Peace could no health be Procur'd but by it's own Infirmity Could nought but wounds to us recouery give And must the Nation dye that it might live Thus large effusions of blood we see Some Artists stanch with their Phlebotomy But see our Joyes surprize us we now feel A Cure more Soveraign that can onely heale Much like to Numa's shield from heaven sent Whom to defend both God and Nature meant Though Mars himself could not be his defence His safeguard was a Virgins Innocence His Army sleighted to a Tree he ran Whose hallow heart more Loyal prov'd than man The royall Oak Great CHARLES from hence is due No more to Jove but Sacred unto you When thus forsak'n in solitude He dwelt Yet all his passions his great Empire felt His Vertue then like Heraldry was known More rich when plain more noble when alone When harder fate had forced him to slee VVe did the Exiles rather seem than He. Yet in our hearts he reign'd though banish'd hence So Stars remote govern by Influence England was sure too narrow his great soul T' instruct the Universe must be his School Thus Fate prov'd kind even against her will And whiles she did neglect him taught him skill Thrice happy we that our great Monarch thus Must learn to Govern Europe first then us While other Kings only their Crowns inherit The Crown is his by Birth-right and by Merit Most Princes but like stately Pageants are And rule by Proxy He by his own care Th' auspicious presence of whose greater name Shall never weaken but encrease our flame Fruition of most things pleasure abates Him onely to possesse more Joy creates For thus his absence hath enhanc'd our Joy That we should first expect than him enjoy The Sun it self if it had alwaies shin'd In Persian Temples had not been enshrin'd Let all things then but Syrens sing such Teares Joyes shall produce as lately did our feares We feare least height of Joy cause griefe Thus Light Of Radiant Lustre overwhelmes the sight So Rivers loose themselves when swoln too high And in their union with the Ocean dye Pardon rude Loyalty great Sir this time Makes that Devotion which were else a crime The meanest Votaries are not scorn'd when they The smallest Homage in Religion pay T. Topping M.A. Ch. Ch. HEavens Great Blessing welcome welcome Light To Brittaines dim and blubber'd eye whom Night Long as Thine absence darkned had about Not only to hoodwink but put it out Chimaerick Commonwealths men would devise A Monster Headlesse and so without eyes But even while we thus distracted lay Gods pity'd when men had not wit to pray And by like Miracles Heaven wrought to bring At length our King to us us to our King Thus Nature deales with rebell Earth when by Aspiring Vapours it seeks to be high From those same fumes shee frameth in her breast False lights to cheat us Snow Haile from the rest Thunder with which shee chides frights strikes then Smoothing her wrinkled forehead smiles agen Thus when tumultuous Seas swell'd by a vaine Ambition to rise higher now disdaine Their Soveraigne Planet's laws begin to pride Themselves in their own strength and scorne a Tide When th' mutinous rabble rules and when each base And Abject wave dare spit in Heavens face 'Tween wrath and scorne then Gods check th' Element And make its crime prove its own Punishment The Day 's shut out by dismall mists one skreen Ecclipses Heavens Beauty nothing's seen Mean while each insolent and upstart Billow Soon overtops and crushes down his Fellow ' Gainst one another thus they 're broke then come Their miseries all cast up in one summe Those very clouds they rais'd in stormes they find Hurl'd down upon them with a boist'rous wind At length bright Phoebus Heavens Glorious eye Unseals himselfe darts Love and Majesty Such was and long had been Great King our Fate When Your blest Hand at once sav'd Church State Each almost drowned in a sev'rall Flood That lay in Teares and this in Sacred Blood Three Kingdomes now of mangled Trunks once men Beg kneeling Sir You 'd make them such agen We 've found You are our Head O let Your Hand First raise us up then give us leggs to stand And now shine forth bright Sun who seem kept low Till now only that You might Greater show Stand rank'd and honoured by aged Fame Equall with him that first gave Brittain name 'T is no lesse Glory to restore a State Then 't was at first to frame't and to Create Nay Y'have out done all former Kings what they Scarce built in Ages You raise in one Day Three Glorious Kingdomes Sir we owe 't is true Each one to some but owe all three to You. J. WILLIAMSON Coll. Reg. Soc. HIgh Courts above all Justice slew our King And made at once three Kingdomes knells to ring Brittaine a floting Iland was twelve yeares Ballast with heavy hearts and fraught with feares But now shee hath recovered sight of Land CHARLES our true Pilot saves her from the Sand. Advance yee Crowns attend your Sov'raign's Head Here 's now a Resurrection from the dead Be gone false Keepers of our Liberty We owe to none but Charles our Loyalty Farewell O Harp thy parting is no losse Whereas thy mirth was joyned with a crosse The Ship which brings our King with all his Traine Sha'nt be cal'd Naseby but the Soveraigne Thou onely soule three Realmes do'st animate And giv'st them motion Now 's the true free State Bright Sun our Center Thou do'st us array With joy thy Solstice makes our lasting day N. C. A. M. L. C. Soc. WElcome our native Countrie home once more Welcome lost Brittaine to thine Albions shore Nor will You deem dread Sir our joyes misled You were still at home England Banished So the bright Soule whilst hence 't is snatch't away Into some other Region sees its clay In its own soile exil'd The Sun that leaves A night to all the world besides bereaves Himself not of one single wonted ray Is
all their borrowed Streams Such onely as You admit of no increase Can neither grow more happy nor turn lesse And though a Rebell Cloud dares interpose We know the Glorious Body doth not lose Ought of his former warmth or light 'T is we VVho here below doe misse his Rayes not He. What a strange Babell have we seen of late Call it a larger Bedlam not a State Or second Chaos greater than the first Where in a rude confused mass were nurst The seeds of all Antipathies where all The wrangling Elements in a mutuall braul Lay strugling like the two unruly Twins In the same womb till swift as lightning springs Or the first glimpse of Morn each forth did leap Into that beauteous order they still keep England was then what Delos was before The floating Island stood like that all o're Surrounded with a Sea of Blood more red Than that which all th' Egyptians buried I now believe the earth indeed runs round And acts a circulation under ground Hence all became so giddy that they knew Not what to speak and much less what to doe That step You first set on this happy shore Did fix it so by a magnetick Power Much stronger than its own That now we stand Firm as the Rocks i' th' midst of waves and sand We 're now once more our selves and hope to live Not by what breath we have but what You give And sure if our Philosophy be true That there 's an universall Soul 't is â—ou Who are the worlds Great Genius and impart The Vitall Flame to every distant Heart Three Kingdoms You revive at once which lay To each bold Monster an unpittyed Prey And we who 've all this while a carcass been Not enjoyed life enough to speak us men Recover sense and motion too and find A new soul breath'd into each part and mind Onely the miracle's so big That we Doe not yet know our own Felicity Thus Persons newly rais'd would look upon And scarce believe their Resurrection But fear an Apparition and mistrust Unlawfull Arts had call'd them from their dust Will. Vvedale of All-soules Colledge AFter twelve years of dark and restless Night When Terrours raign and walking Fiends affright When Storms and Tempests rage and every Cloud Of Lawless Fury ends in showrs of Blood When giddy Wild-fires wander to and fro And mislead those that know not where to goe When our beheaded Nation seems no more But Charles his Ghost besmeared in his Gore We see a Morning but indeed so brighr We seem to siumber yet and dream of Light When we can be awake and shall perceive That Kings can once again in England live Wee 'l sleep no more but rise and work and sing God keep us Loyall and GOD SAVE THE KING Tho. Smith Qu. Coll. Gent. Com. ARise Great Sun and with thy light Vanquish thy Britains shorter night And tell the Persians they mistake When theirs a Deity they make Such Prodigies no Wars foretell We ever lov'd New lights too well Nature indeed to shew her skill Makes a rare Good portend some Ill Thus doe the greatest Calmes presage The greatest Tempests and Sea's rage Which in the bosome of some wave Now shews a cradle then a grave The Sun in Winter shines most clear Before the darkest nights draw near But Greatest Monarch thy bright ray Shall give us one continu'd day Who not like Nature but her King And ours do'st fairest order bring Out of the foulest Chaos these Great cures thou ow'st to her disease Thus the ungratefull discords throng Themselves into the sweetest song And England like her barren ground Grows only fruitfull by her wound Thrice welcome to thy Fathers Crown And all his Vertues made thine own If their store know an end our times May quite exhaust them with their crimes Edm. Dolling A.M. ex Aede Christi VVHen Violence in specious colours drest Grew Right and Duty bowed to Interest When Liberty was the worst Thraldome known And every Religion grew none When Conscience being tender prov'd thereby Only more apt to stretch and to comply When Usurpation did it's self dilate And spawn'd a Tyranny into a State Whil'st the wild Legion that first One possest Cast out did thence a numerous Herd invest And Honour Laws and Learning gasping lay The Souldiers scorn and the Fifth Monarchs Prey When publick Spoil and universall Stealth Made us indeed an Equall Common-wealth Who to all Swords our ready throats did yeeld To Madmen in the House and in the Field Welcome our timely Aid that do'st enhance By mighty danger thy deliverance Thou Miracle of Rescue Hand of Fate Unto our worst of harmes commensurate Prince of our hearts whose happy touch will cure The Kingdoms Evill and its health assure VVelcome Great Britain home that long hast stood A floating Iland in Thy Sea of Blood From new-light darknesse render'd back to day Old England welcome from Oceana George Roberts B. A. of Mert. Coll. JOve in the Widdows Lodge did chance to find A Rurall treatment but a Courtly mind Which did him more delight and please than they That did whole Oxen on his Altars lay And now since You vouchsafe to let us see Your wish'd for and adored Majesty Accept Great CHARLES my Muses mite and know It 's what I can not what I would bestow Henry Gellibrand B.A. Stu. of Ch. Ch. INspire me Loyalty that Sacred Name Can what nor Muse nor Gods nor thirst of Fame Dictate such Anthems as they 'd not refuse To bear a part in who in raptures lose Their souls their all lines that an Angels Pen Would for it's Sacred Quire transcribe from men When all they can suggest neglected lyes Condemned to a female's tongue or eyes Once more inspire me that my lines may be Fraught as with Fancy so Fidelity That absent I may be thought weak but all Will damne the want of This as Criminall Who to an injur'd Prince for Pardon sue And write but Poets do write Rebels too Haile Sacred Sir thrice-welcome to the shoar The richest burthen e're was wafted o're To this your England which now finds it self So happy as to think no foreign pelf Worth its Commerce That which must henceforth tye Us and the needy World 's our Charity There 's no place here or for desire or moan Now heav'n restores us what it made our own When first * L. Monck the best of Subjects did appear Darting his beams on this our Hemisphere All Loyall Souls look'd on each glimmering ray But as a Prologue to a fairer day Then men began to utter what before Was Treason but to think to speak out more And dar'd to name Free-Parliament then Peers And what we had forgotten for some years A King and CHARLES But he whose great designes Were thus to be conceal'd from Vulgar minds Mask'd all his Counsels in mists black as night Withdrawing not their Influence but Light And then our fears 'gan to misconstrue all And what was now a Star