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Britannia rediviva.
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University of Oxford.
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piercing noyse Bells sound forth anthem's guns report our joyes Tellus is richly deck'd to entertain In Summer habit her dread Soveraign Our water laughs it self now into VVine Bacchus extends beyond his wonted line Fair May gave life gives rule unto our KING Needs must his future Reign be flourishing But view his foes like serpents court the dust Their craft their venom 's spent submit they must Whom they fain'd Papist now they would have Pope To pardon treasons 'T is their only hope But be 't to them to all for certain known CHARLES loves three Kingdomes yet noe Triple-Crown Though by a Monck his cause obtain'd successe Yet 't was not done to serve his Holyness So let our Sov'raign mount to 's lofty throne Take Crown and Scepter for they are his own Let swift-wing'd fame publish his sounding praise As farre as Phoebus darts his glitt'ring rayes Reign long great King thy subjects love and fear Then climb to heav'n a better Crown to wear G. V. A. B. è Coll. Exon. OUr prayers are heard nor have the Fates in store An equall blisse for which we can implore Their bounty For in you Great SIR's the summe Of all our present joys of all to come Joys that have spoke so loud as if to heaven They'd rise from whence they and their cause were given Kings always are the gifts of Heaven but you Are not its gift alone but transcript too Your vertues match its stars which you disclose To th' world as bright and numberless as those Your motions all as regular which dispence A warmth to all and quickning influence How shall we prize your bounty whilst you thus Approaching to our Earth bring Heaven to us Your fortunes oft have varied but your minde Like your religion still the same wee find VVhen he that rul'd the world the mighty Jove Would make a present worth One mortalls love To gain admittance chang'd himself though he From Heaven came and brought a Deity More liberall but less chang'd your self alone Can enter and enrich a Nation Thus when they 'd be most bright and tempting shewn Great Jove must change his shape CHARLES keep his own As in the worlds Creation when this frame Had neither parts distinction nor a name But all confus'd did in the Chaos jarre Th' embleme and product of intestine warre Light first appears Light that nere since could shew A thing more welcome then its self but You Beauty and Order follow and display This stately Fabrick guided by that ray So now in this our new creation when This Isle begins to be a world agen You first dawn on our Chaos with designe To give us order and then on us shine Till you upon us rose and made it day We in disorder all anū darkness lay Only some Ignes fatui did rise To scare us into errors cheat our eyes Off-springs of Earth which nought could render bright Or visible but darkness and the night A night not meant for rest but full of pain And to be felt scarce hope of day again Aegyptian darkness with't's many Gods to sway As many plagues and prodigies as they Where each thing claim'd our worship and would be Ador'd forceing obeysance and a knee Vpstart and unknown Gods to whom with shame We first gave Adoration then a Name VVorship'd those Crocadiles that always had Tears to bestow on ruins that they made But these sad shades doe vanish with their fears As soon as our Apollo now appears At whose returne the Muses too would sing Their joys aloud and welcome home their King Accept these poore endeavours till your rays Have given new growth to our late witherd bays Wit too must be your Donatiue 't is You Who give AUGUSTUS must give MARO's too J. Locke A. M. ex Aede Christi NOw most Illustrious PRINCE since Dover-peere Mount's higher to behold its Soveraigne neare And every wave t'wixt it and Callis sands Speak's and reiterat's He Land 's He Land 's While to their neighbour billows each doth call Vntill a tenth wave overtop them all Since there are no Wat Thylers now in Kent To thwart ble'st Heavens designe and Monk's intent Since all the Roaring-Meggs the river scour And bring the newes to London in an hower London that with her shouts so rend's the sky That Firds drop down astonish't as they fly More glorious then when Jupiter of old Came down to Danas in a showre of Gold London that expiat's by one dayes pomp For all from Forty Eight unto the Rump Since all things in our Orbe move in this state Our book obtrud's rather then come's too late Rob. Whitehall Med. Bac. Coll. Mert. Soc The Printer to his MAIESTY NOr can we yet give o're great CHARLES his Name Inspire's us all with a Poetique flame Administring a quick and sudden reach Beyond the Lay-tribe that did lately Preach Our Stamps which ne're would joyne to sooth the times To speake Rebellion or defend it's Crimes Doe Now leap into order and true feet And of their own accord in measures meet What will not then Your Loyall Subjects doe If things inanimate thus acknowledge You. LEONARD LICHFIELD
in all places his owne constant day 'T is You must give the welcome Sir not wee The rebell Son hath lost that right must bee Restor'd to 's Fathers grace and pardon ere Like one o' th' family himself hee beare Receive us then henceforth excesse alone Of faith shal be English rebellion Your rifled Coffers wee 'le with soules repa're Each English heart Your Royal stampe shall weare T'inverte the proverbe wee 'le united joyne Not gold shall make the man but man the coyne Wee 'le pay our selves of our disloyaltie The ransome 't would bee slavery to bee free From Your commands wee ne're have servile been But since that time wee have no Master seen You have return'd us to our selves agen You make us happy and You make us men The same of our white Clifts to Natur 's due That of their innocence wee owe to You. Th' amazed World will dread no more those shelves Will think us of their kind and like themselves Wee shall not bee disjoyn'd by a double flood By one of water and by one of blood Whole Nature is concern'd to bear a share In Englands Triumph and must mak 't her care To vente our Common joyes whilst thus You bring The Universe a wonder Us a KING N. Hodges A. M. ex Aede Christi WHilst that the Sea and season both contend Which shall more pleasure or assistance Lend As You pass hither shall we but expect Your coming If the swelling waves erect Themselves impatient or else proud to bring So Great so Good so Wise so Just a KING To Englands borders 'T is but fit that we Have hearts as open for You as the Sea Methink's the nimble billowes dance and beare Your Royall fleet by Capers through the aire Methinks the wind 's harmonious and each blast A pleasant aire that make's them skip so fast Nor are our measures wanting since we be More happy let 's rejoyce as much as they Wee 'l eccho forth whole CAROL'S and so greet Your Majesty imploy a thousand feet But why so slow must expectation hover 'Twixt hope and fear so long Pray waft Him over Swift-wing'd desires and wishes yet these are Too weak else long agoe wee 'd had Him here O 't is a torment to expect not yet Arriv'd But coming hither still not yet What are the Dutch such cunning Merchants doe They know Your worth and will not let You goe Or doe not we deserve You yet 't is true But You must give us merit only You. Wee 've languish't in Your want thus long 't is time We were refresh't Make not our grief our crime Behold the people flocke to see to kisse You royal hands deny deferre not this England's growne inn'cent once againe pray fear Us not No rav'nous wolves inhabit here Save in the Tow'r or if they doe wee 'l give You tribute of their heads they shall not live Within Your Land but if we speed so ill As not to purge our selves Your presence will Johannes Singleton A.M. Ox. St. Ch. Ch. 1. YE empty Comets of the Skies Vanish whil'st our bright Sun doth rise Heavens rejoyce that CHARLS his Waine Hath got it's Rider once againe 2. The blushing Morn no sooner fled From lazie Neptunes watry bed Then nature in her finest dresse Ushered in this happinesse 3. The little birds in ev'ry part Doe chaunt with most melodious Art Each one endeavouring to bring A sweet Elogium to our KING 4. Mark the rejoycing of the Bells Without mans help they ring themselves Leaving their ropes for them who were The wickeds hope and just mens fear 5. Abstemious Ceres now will quaffe And weeping Heraclitus laugh 'T is sullen treason to anoy Our selves with grief whilst all things joy 1. See how King Eolus doth advance His Winds making the Clouds to dance Whilst jovially the sphears doe play To welcome in this happy day William Clarke Gen. Com. Wadh. C. WHat 's CHARLES safe Landed at his British shore And weares he great Druina's Crowns once more An heir of Martyr'd CHARLES those Scepters sway Which from his sacred hands were forc't away Then Muse a full-mouth'd wellcome wellcome say Most potent King Whose FIAT can bring day From our state-Chaos and create us light More glorious ' cause from the womb of night Thus when Thyestes dish'd up men Sol fled And posting hence hid his affrighted head In t'other world but rising the next day Gilded Mount Oeta with a brighter ray Great King 'fore you set footing on this coast England scarce saw one day or that 's the most These twelve yeares past so that the Don might say Remember me to your next Sun I pray Greenland six Months but England twice six yeares Had night then Panthers Tygers Woolves and Beares Or some Lycaons brood men worse than they Butcher a KING and canton out the prey A KING to whose rich shrine Pilgrims shall come And after ages offer at his Tombe Which shall with loyall teares environ'd stand But deluge-proof as that fam'd neck of Land Betwixt two seas the Turkes shall Mecha leave And for great cures resort to CHARLES his grave CHARLES murther'd was thence blackest crimes we draw When Dunghill Peasants Tylers Cades Straw Turn Kings Assasines such as know no more To diff'rence Royall blood and common gore Than Black-smiths can a fine bullion clay Couch't in earths womb from a more base allay To speak such Hellish plots in after times They need but call them Bradshaw Cromwell crimes But CHARLES more bright appeares since CHARLES is gone This is the rising that our setting Sun London lift up thy drooping head and reare Thy Forehead high CHARLES is Return'd this year Your trade revives with him there 's no such sport As trusting half-poach'd-Squires or such a Court No shop-books now shall bear DVE to be paid For Mourning by R. C. as above said CHARLES James Henry return'd names so divine They will old Romes Triumvirate out-shine There 's Yorke Wars Thunderbolt who shall advance Great King your Standard o're the Rhosne make France Adore our Crosse nay shall by conquest joyn The Sea-surrounded Globe make both Suns thine There 's Henry too whose yet but blooming fame Ripen'd by time shall reach great Henry's name Muse next to th' Royall stemme let Monck take place That great Fergus this Plantagenets race Great CHARLES and Monck names that do so entwine As when the Elme supports the climbing Vine Great Monck and greater CHARLES thus the same age Brought Gods and semi-gods upon the stage Pardon great SIR we cannot fame your deeds The Muses Trumpets are but Oaten reeds How high the world thinks Monck if you would know Ask Trumps great dust and the sea-gods below Get you to Rosses feild and view where stood His stand of Pikes like to some grove or wood Thence to Dundee and ask the perjur'd Scot How soon by his Triumphall armes 't was got These Muster'd all cann't speak so great a name Moncks Moncks alone will fill the trumpe of