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virtue_n	good_a	great_a	life_n	4,422	5	4.2306	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A77559	A congratulatory poem, on the miraculous, and glorious return of that unparallel'd King Charls the II. May 29. 1660. By Alex. Brome.	Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.	1660 (1660)	Wing B4849; Thomason E1027_4; ESTC R208845	6,809	21

A Congratulatory POEM ON The Miraculous and Glorious Return of that unparallel'd KING CHARLS the II. May 29. 1660. By ALEX. BROME Pers Ipse Semipaganus Ad Sacra Regum carmen affero nostrum LONDON Printed for Henry Brome at the Gun in Ivy-Lane 1660. To the Kings most Sacred Majesty NOw our Spring-royal's come this ravish'd Land That for twelve years did bring forth Tyrants and Traytors in such aboundance that the King And Subjects were forgot both name and thing Bears Kings again a memorable Spring May first brought forth May now brings home our King Auspitious twenty nineth this day of Mirth Now gives Redemption that before gave Birth Hark ho w th' admiring people cry and shout See how they flock and leap for joy the Rout Whose Zeal and Ignorance for many years Devis'd those Goblins Jealousies and Fears And fighting blindfold in those puzling Mists Rais'd by the conjuring of our Exorcists They Beat and Wound and Kill each other while Their Setters-on did share the prey and smile Now they 're unhood-wink'd they do plainly see What once they were what now they ought to be The warlike Trumpet whose unhallow'd breath Inspir'd Rebellion throws aside the wreath Of ill-got Laurel scandaliz'd to be Made instrumental to such Victorie As shames and beats the Conqueror and layes A Crown o' th' conquer'd baffling th' others Bayes Tun'd by your Fame with loud and loyal voice Contributes sounds and helps us to Rejoyce Th' enlarged Bells that in these latter dayes Have been all silenc'd and forbid to raise Their Voice but cross or backward from the steeple To proclaim Fire or to amaze the people Or if they chim'd 't was out of tune and so Did other grating tuneless Sounds forego Now with their gracefull discords all proclaim Your safe return and celebrate your Name And the contiguous Bon-fires made the Nation To apprehend a final Conflagration And made the ground at midnight to appear Like Heaven at noon and in the heat o' th' year 'Bout which rejoycing Neighbours friendly came And with fresh wood fed the devouring Flame Mean while th' old Subjects who so long have slept In Caves and been miraculously kept From Rage and Famine while the only thing That fed and cloath'd them was the name of King Do all New-plume themselves to entertain Your long'd-for Majesty and splendid Train And as in Jobs time 't was those Spurious things Who look like Subjects but did ne'r love Kings Appear among your Subjects in array That 's undiscernable unless more gay All with loud hallows pierce the smiling skies While brandish'd Swords please and amaze our eyes Why then should only I stand still and bear No part of triumph in this Theatre Though I 'm not wise enough to speak t' a King What 's worth his ear nor rich enough to bring Gifts worthy his acceptance though I do Not ride in Buff and Feathers which might show Vain Ostentation or a needless Pride Which some appland while others do deride That Pomp I did industriously eschue The Cost being more to me than th' shew to you Nor do I love a Souldiers garb to own When my own Conscience tells me I am none Yet I 'll doe duty too for I 've a minde Will not be Idle but will something finde To bid my SOVERAIGN Welcom to his own Long-widow'd Realm his Scepter Crown Throne And though too mean and empty it appear If he afford a well-pleas'd Eye and Ear His pow'r can't by my Weakness be withstood Bee 't what it will he 'll finde or make it good Hail long-desired Soveraign you that are Now our sole joy and hope as once our fear The Princely Son of a most pious Sire Whose Precepts and Example did inspire Your tender years with virtues that become A King that 's sit to rule all Christendom Which your great Soul hath so improved since Europe can't shew such an accomplish'd Prince Whose whole life 's so exemplary that you Convinc'd those foes which we could not subdue And those that did t' your Court t' abuse you come Converted Proselytes returned home Such strong and sympathetick virtues lye In your great name it cures when you 're not nigh Like Weapon-salve If fame can reach up to This hight of Cures what would your person do Your Subjects high'st Ambition and their Cure Bold Rebells terror you that did endure What e're the Wit or Malice of your foes Could lay on you or yours yet stoutly chose To suffer on rather than to Retort Their injuries and grew Victorious for 't And by your patient suffering did subdue The Traytors fury and the Traytors too The great King-makers favourite a Prince Born to a Crown and kept for 't ever since From Open force from all the Close designs Of all your Foes and all our Catalines From all th' insatiate malice of that bold Bloud-thirsty Tyrant from his sword and gold Which hurt you more and from your own false Friends Who sacrific'd to his Ambitious ends Your Crown and people and were kept in pay Your Cause and Sacred Person to betray In which he ev'ry year expended more Than your Revenues have been heretofore Yet you 're deliverd out of all these things By your Protector who 's the King of Kings No more that proud Usurper now shall boast His partial Conquests which more Money cost And Blood than they were worth no more remember His thrice auspicious third day of September Which he design'd to be redeem'd from black And in Red letters writ i th' Almanack Since he fought not for victories but paid Nor were you conquer'd by him but betray'd And now your May by love has gotten more Than his Septembers did by blood before Thanks to that Glory of the West that Star By whose conductive influence you are Brought to enjoy your own whose eminent worth These Islands are too small to Eccho forth Whose courage bafled fear whose purer soul No bribes could e'r seduce no threats controul But strangely cross'd the proverb and brought forth The best of Goods from th'once-pernicious North To whose Integrity your Kingdomes owe Their restauration and what thence does flow Your blest arrival with such prudence still He manag'd these affairs such truth such skill Such valor too he led these Nations through Red Seas of Blood and yet ne'r wet their shoe Blest be the Heavenly pow'rs that hither sent This Noble Hero to be th' instrument To ' enthrone your Royal Person and to bring To 's longing subjects o●● long absent King Welcom from forein Kingdoms where you 've been Driven by hard-hearted Fate and where you 've seen Strange men and manners yet too truly known Those far more Hospitable than your own From those that would not those that durst not do Right to themselves by being kinde to you From profess'd foes and from pretended friends Whose feigned love promotes their sordid Ends. Kings treating Kings springs not from love but state Their love's to policy subordinate From