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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80716	Ode, upon the blessed restoration and returne of His Sacred Majestie, Charls the Second. By A. Cowley.	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1660 (1660)	Wing C6677; Thomason E1025_18; ESTC R202041	6,658	22

Judaean Youths Three unhurt Martyrs for the noblest Truths In the Chaldaean Furnace walk How chearfully and unconcern'd they talk No hair is sindg'd no smallest beauty blasted Like painted Lamps they shine unwasted The greedy fire it self dares not be fed With the blest Oyl of an Anoynted Head The honorable Flame Which rather Light we ought to name Does like a Glory compasse them around And their whole Body's crown'd What are those Two Bright Creatures which we see Walk with the Royall Three In the same Ordeall fire And mutuall Joys inspire Sure they the beauteous Sisters are Who whilst they seek to bear their share Will suffer no affliction to be there Lesse favour to those Three of old was shown To solace with their company The fiery Trialls of Adversity Two Angels joyn with these the others had but One 16. Come forth come forth ye men of God beloved And let the power now of that flame Which against you so impotent became On all your Enemies be proved Come mighty Charls desire of Nations come Come you triumphant Exile home He 's come he 's safe at shore I hear the noise Of a whole Land which does at once rejoyce I hear th' united People's sacred voice The Sea which circles us around Ne're sent to Land so loud a sound The mighty showt sends to the Sea a Gale And swells up every sail The Bells and Guns are scarcely heard at all The Artificiall Joy's drown'd by the Naturall All England but one Bonefire seems to be One Aetna shooting flames into the Sea The Starry Worlds which shine to us afar Take ours at this time for a Star With Wine all rooms with Wine the Conduits flow And We the Priests of a Poetick rage Wonder that in this Golden Age The Rivers too should not do so There is no Stoick sure who would not now Even some Excesse allow And grant that one wild fit of chearfull folly Should end our twenty years of dismall Melancholly 17. Where 's now the Royall Mother where To take her mighty share In this so ravishing sight And with the part she takes to add to the Delight Ah! why art Thou not here Thou always Best and now the Happiest Queen To see our Joy and with new Joy be seen God has a bright Example made of Thee To shew that Woman-kind may be Above that Sex which her Superior seems In wisely manageing the wide Extreams Of great Affliction great Felicitie How well those different Vertues Thee become Daughter of Triumphs Wife of Martyrdom Thy Princely Mind with so much Courage bore Affliction that it dares return no more With so much Goodnesse us'd Felicitie That it cannot refrain from comming back to Thee 'T is come and seen to day in all its Braverie 18. VVho 's that Heroique Person leads it on And gives it like a glorious Bride Richly adorn'd with Nuptiall Pride Into the hands now of thy Son 'T is the good Generall the Man of Praise VVhom God at last in gracious pitty Did to th' enthralled Nation raise Their great Zerubabel to be To lose the Bonds of long Captivitie And to rebuild their Temple and their City For ever blest may He and His remain VVho with a vast though lesse appearing gain Preferr'd the solid Great above the Vain And to the world this Princely Truth has shown That more 't is to Restore than to Usurp a Crown Thou worthyest Person of the Brittish Story Though 't is not small the Brittish glory Did I not know my humble Verse must be But ill proportion'd to the Heighth of Thee Thou and the World should see How much my Muse the Foe of Flatterie Does make true Praise her Labour and Designe An Iliad or an Aeneid should be Thine 19 And ill should VVe deserve this happy day If no acknowledgments we pay To you great Patriots of the Two Most truly Other Houses now VVho have redeem'd from hatred and from shame A Parliament's once venerable name And now the Title of a House restore To that which was but slaughter-house before If my advice ye Worthies might be ta'ne Within those reverend places Which now your living presence graces Your Marble-Statues always should remain To keep alive your usefull Memorie And to your Successors th' Example be Of Truth Religion Reason Loyaltie For though a firmly setled Peace May shortly make your publick labours cease The gratefull Nation will with joy consent That in this sense you should be said Though yet the Name sounds with some dread To be the Long the Endlesse Parliament 'T would be the richliest furnish'd House no doubt If your Heads always stood within and the Rump-heads without FINIS * The Star that appeared at Noon the day of the King's Birth just as the King his Father was riding to St. Paul's to give thanks to God for that Blessing

Did in their fire without consuming shine How through a rough Red-sea they had been led By Wonders guarded and by Wonders fed How many years of trouble and distresse They 'd wandred in their fatall Wilderness And yet did never murmur or repine Might me-thinks plainly understand That after all these conquer'd Tryalls past Th' Almighty Mercy would at last Conduct them with a strong un-erring hand To their own Promis'd Land For all the glories of the Earth Ought to be ' entail'd by right of Birth And all Heaven's blessings to come down Upon his Race to whom alone was given The double Royalty of Earth and Heaven VVho crown'd the Kingly with the Martyr's Crown 9 The Martyr's blood was said of old to be The seed from whence the Church did grow The Royall Blood which dying Charls did sow Becomes no lesse the seed of Royaltie 'T was in dishonour sown VVe find it now in glory grown The Grave could but the drosse of it devowr 'T was sown in weaknesse and 't is rais'd in power We now the Question well decided see Which Eastern Wits did once contest At the Great Monarch's Feast Of all on Earth what things the strongest be And some for Women some for Wine did plead That is for Folly and for Rage Two things which we have known indeed Strong in this latter Age But as 't is prov'd by Heaven at length The King and Truth have greatest strength When they their sacred force unite And twine into one Right No frantick Common-wealths or Tyrannies No Cheats and Perjuries and Lies No Nets of human Policies No stores of Arms or Gold though you could joyn Those of Peru to the great London Mine No Towns no Fleets by Sea or Troops by Land No deeply entrencht Islands can withstand Or any small resistance bring 〈…〉 and the unarmed King 10. The foolish Lights which Travailers beguile End the same night when they begin No Art so far can upon Nature win As e're to put out Stars or long keep Meteors in VVhere 's now that Ignis Fatuus which erewhile Misled our wandring Isle VVhere 's the Impostor Cromwell gon VVhere 's now that Falling-star his Son VVhere 's the large Comet now whose rageing flame So fatall to our Monarchy became VVhich o're our heads in such proud horror stood Insatiate with our Ruine and our blood The fiery Tayl did to vast length extend And twice for want of Fuel did expire And twice renew'd the dismall Fire Though long the Tayl we saw at last it's end The flames of one triumphant day VVhich like an Anti-Comet here Did fatally to that appear For ever frighted it away Then did th' aloted howr of dawning Right First strike our ravisht sight VVhich Malice or which Art no more could stay Then Witches Charms can a retardment bring To the Resujcitation of the Day Or Resurrection of the Spring VVe welcome both and with improv'd delight Blesse the preceding Winter and the Night 11. Man ought his Future Happinesse to fear If he be alwaies Happy here He wants the Bleeding Mark of Grace The Circumcision of the Chosen race If no one part of him supplies The duty of a Sacrifice He is we doubt reserv'd intire As a whole Victime for the Fire Besides even in this World below To those who never did Ill Fortune know The good does naujeous or insipid grow Consider man's whole Life and you 'l confesse The Sharp Ingredient of some bad successe Is that which gives the Tast to all his Happinesse But the true Method of Felicitie Is when the worst Of humane Life is plac'd the first And when the Child's Correction proves to be The cause of perfecting the Man Let our weak Dayes lead up the Van Let the brave Second and Triarian Band Firm against all impression stand The first we may defeated see The Virtue and the Force of these are sure of Victorie 12. Such are the years great Charls which now we see Begin their glorious March with Thee Long may their March to Heaven and still Triumphant be Now thou art gotten once before Ill Fortune never shall o're-take thee more To see 't again and pleasure in it find Cast a disdainfull look behind Things which offend when present and affright In Memory well painted move delight Enjoy then all thy ' afflictions now Thy Royall Father's came at last Thy Martyrdom 's already past And different Crowns to both ye owe No Gold did e're the Kingly Temples bind Than thine more try'd and more refin'd As a choise Medall for Heaven's Treasury God did stamp first upon one side of Thee The Image of his suffering Humanity On th' other side turn'd now to sight does shine The glorious Image of his Power Divine 13. So when the wisest Poets seek In all their liveliest colours to set forth A Picture of Heroick worth The Pious Trojan or the Prudent Greek They chuse some comely Prince of heavenly Birth No proud Gigantick son of Earth Who strives t' usurp the god 's forbidden seat They feed him not with Nectar and the Meat That cannot without Joy be eat But in the cold of want and storms of advers chance They harden his young Virtue by degrees The beauteous Drop first into Ice does freez And into solid Chrystall next advance His murdered friends and kindred he does see And from his flaming Country flee Much is he tost at Sea and much at Land Does long the force of angry gods withstand He does long troubles and long wars sustain Ere he his fatall Birth-right gain VVith no lesse time or labour can Destiny build up such a Man VVho 's with sufficient virtue fill'd His ruin'd Country to rebuild 14. Nor without cause are Arms from Heaven To such a Hero by the Poets given No human Metall is of force t' oppose So many and so violent blows Such was the Helmet Breast-plate Shield VVhich Charls in all Attaques did wield And all the VVeapons Malice e're could try Of all the severall makes of wicked Policy Against this Armour struck but at the stroke Like Swords of Ice in thousand pieces broke To Angells and their Brethren Spritis above No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove As when they great misfortunes see With Courage born and Decencie So were they born when Worc'ster's dismall Day Did all the terrors of black Fate display So were they born when no Disguises clowd His inward Royalty could shrowd And one of th' Angels whom just God did send To guard him in his noble flight A Troop of Angels did him then attend Assur'd me in a Vision th' other night That He and who could better judge than He Did then more Greatness in him see More Lustre and more Majesty Than all his Coronation Pomp can shew to Human Eye 15. Him and his Royall Brothers when I saw New marks of honor and of glorie From their affronts and sufferings draw And look like Heavenly Saints even in their Purgatory Me-thoughts I saw the three