ITUR Satyricum: IN LOYALL Stanza's.
By Iohn Collop, M. D.
LONDON, Printed by T. M. for William Shears, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Signe of the Bible in Bēdford-street neer Covent-Garden, 1660.
Itur Satyricum IN Loyall Stanza's.
ATheism away, twin to Rebellion hence,
ABove fraud and force acquires, see, providence!
Charl's the Church Gold, Gods Image, see! returnd
Through all the fiery trialls shines unburn'd.
Kings are Gods Christs;
Charls Christ like doth appear
For Reformation in His Thirtieth Year.
The day which brought him forth, him in doth bring
Gives both new life to th' people and the King.
To our conversion now
Rome lay no claim
Monck, Austine, Patrick
nor Palladius
name;
Three more then
Pagan Nations now we see
Can by a
Monck of ours Converted be.
Nay your three,
Spain, France, Italy, are out done
Though every
Monck is there a Champion.
[Page 4]One
English Monck hath here converted more,
Then all your
Moncks perverted heretofore.
Spare Honest
Heilin, spare thy learned pains
To vindicate St.
George from addle brains.
We for our Champion now no Champion need,
St.
George for
England wants no
Roman Creed.
This is the
George, defeats the Dragons Sting;
The Church relieves the daughter of the King.
Could we with
Calvin stories faith deny
What he calls fable, wee'd call Prophecie.
Make Bone-fires bigger, purge th' infected air,
Least Treason like a Plague inhabit there.
Rebellion's Witchcraft, Witchlike may't expire,
And th' Land her sin thus expiate by fire.
Nor must the Bells be wanting to the aire;
Least with their Prince schisms spirits wander there.
While you your safety, and our Kings Proclaim,
Churches no more we'le common places name.
Flowers strow the way, with
Charls was born the spring
Twill flourish and return with him our King.
I'th Winter of his absence who lay dead,
How the Gay Butterflyes in tro ps now spread?
See! how the gaudy Anticks do appear,
In masking liveries of the youthfull year.
None fear to spend all, but cry
Charls is come.
Charls is our all and all, to every Summe.
A Golden Age in
Charls is sure foretold,
Whose sight can change ev'n City Chains to Gold.
[Page 5]How they all glister, that it may appear,
Safety like heav'n is never bought to dear?
At the Cits
[...]ost shall now be spilt no blood,
But whats of Grape, which issuing by a flood
From every Conduit, proclaims
Charls divine,
Who Saviour like, turnes Water into Wine.
Thousands half starved, by miracle seem fed,
Charls by his presence multiplies their bread.
The Aire, Sea, Land, all summon'd tribute bring,
T'acknowledge
Charls an universal King.
Least these to little be, descending sphears
In musical treats seem to salute his ears.
Propitious Stars in
Charls his Waine prevaile,
There's no sad influence from the Dragons taile.
Glorious as Princes, if not Angels all?
Who
Englands King will King of Devills call.
See! How to the
Spaniard to
Charls tribute pays,
While each on's back, a petty Indie lais.
Nor art thou lesse a tributary
France,
While these thy apes present a Morrice dance.
Or ist an heavenly influence? the whose traine,
Thus sparkles to be Stars in
Charls his Waine.
Yet see Great
Charls not fit for vulgar eyes,
Like to Divinity Couch'd in mysteries!
Nature hath seem'd to place him in disguise,
Whose inside glories all outsides outvies.
Glories that ly no deeper then a skin,
Are not for Princes, their's must ly within,
God his own Character doth on Princes Write,
He rob'd Divinity call'd Gods shadow light.
All characters are libels, who'de set forth
Charls, is a Traytor to impeach his worth:
Since praises must fall short, expressions be
But the faint shaddows of Divinitie.
Had not the Churches Martyr great
Charls shown,
Himself by's Scripture, he had dy'd unknown.
Now we a
David read and
Solomon
Without their bad, all they had good in one.
The Blood of Martyrs is the Churches seed:
Tis
Charls his blood for th' Church must interceed.
The heir of's virtues and his kingdoms be
The worlds reformer by a Prophecie;
No Pilsring
Charls of
Suevia, his glory
Did only blaze to light us to thy story.
Charls from
Charls must be greatest of that name:
They'r gayer acts, but lacquey'fore his fame.
Haile
Charls the second; second unto none:
The fifth falls short brought in comparison:
Greater then
Charls the first sirnam'd the great;
The
Pope of more then he him gave defeat:
So the most Christian King, most Catholick too
And Faiths Defender will all meet in you.
Charls by the Grace of God thou'lt truly be,
Tis meerly Gods Grace hath restored thee:
How do the Branches of the Royall Oak
Now flourish, and nere fear the axes strok!
Under Presbytery will these gay things truckle?
From Lords the mighty twindle to the muckle?
[Page 5]Sneak to the Commons, and there serve to show
For their deserts no House can be to low.
The Lords are grains to ballance th' royall scale:
If they prove light the Rabble must prevaile.
Who in the Church will parity introduce
Shame in the State, preheminence out of use;
The wiser Lords who Voted Bishops down,
Casheir'd th'lesse sacred titles of their own.
Uselesse, and senseless, how should they not fall,
Who had renounc'd their part spirituall.
They their own fortunes fence about in vain,
Who lay in common sacred and prophane.
May't in no Lord be treason to be wise?
Nor th' beast the Rabble want a Sacrifice.
May Ag'd have
Bristols young Lords,
Bruces parts:
The Loyall
Cleavelands, brave
Northamptons hearts;
No
Bedfords wanting be to th' Councill table;
Strange faults in son and father to be able.
So shall no Comets rear'd from fat of Earth
Presage Kings ruine, or the peoples dearth.
May th' House of Commons be no Juglers box:
The steeples not mens heads have weather-cocks
With every wind of fancy to turn round.
Where all are giddy, how can truth be found?
No Cock braind sciolists factions may promote
Leave real truths on aery names to dote.
So Sacriledge no more shall priviledge be:
Nor to be slaves the peoples libertie.
May none by house of Commons understand
The place and fare of those devoure the Land.
No Tax succeed a fast, first fast then prey:
Not pray and fast; fasts make the stomachs way.
A strange contrivance thus to gain a power
Three Nations sat, by fasting to devour.
Pray like the thief, a blessing on th' Vocation:
Steal and give thanks for robbery of a Nation.
May Burgers mind the trade of Corporations,
And make no more a traffick of three Nations.
Nor their Elections be so numerous made
Three Lands seem slaves to Free-men of a Trade.
Since here not wisdoms are, but voices weigh'd:
Folly and Factions Votes must be obey'd.
May they procure good laws, then
Charls supply
With that, he to his people is, a subsidie.
May aery misteries ne're unhinge their pates,
Should pry in misteries of trade not states.
The cause, the cause, hence fears, hence Jealousies,
Who think Stars twinkle, tis their weaker eyes.
May all have noble fears, fears to do ill:
Be jealous too, least treason lurk there still.
The Prince have fears, and Jealousies to intrust
Those gratesy not reason but their lust.
Barbarous as their own
Latin, or Law
French,
No fee tongu'd Lawyer here on Laws intrench;
Faction and treason mould in forms of Law:
Prove th' Lawyers anagram true, that Lyers aw.
[Page 9]May Loyall Laws, late Common-place-Book's pains
Receive no common place as loyall gains.
For what is due on the disloyall score
May he his own works read, and write no more.
The proud Church sinn'd, the
Vandal, Goth, and
Hun
Angry heav'ns scourges in the
Scot o'rerun
The Bishops wore Lawn Sleeves, bless us! the Nun
Doth make these Lawns they'r works of
Babylon,
The Church is rich: how can an
Achan hold
From
Babylonish garments and from Gold.
But see the fruits! These with the
Eagle snatch
Coals from the Altar which their own nests catch.
Lord from the Altar touch all with a coal
Which to thy service may inflame the soul:
None then shall Organs hate, all Organs be;
Made instrumentall in the serving thee.
No nose tun'd Parson th' Pulpit shall be labour
With noise resembling the
Scotch Pipe and Tabor.
No pulpits shall vie tricks with Hocus Pocus
Truths rais shall clear them, that no
Scotch myst choak us.
Scripture no more shall wrack'd be to professe
Her self to all impietie patronesse.
To fall on times, no Priest shall leave his Text:
First divide that, and then the people next.
Cloaks for their Knavery now no pulpits need:
Arms shall give place to Gowns, while errors bleed,
The Militant Church with
Charls went in exile,
But now returns inrich'd with
Egypts spoile.
No more shall
Gypsies in Rellgion be
The statutes unrepeal'd, can these go free?
The Canting Vagrants in opinions, doom
Must
Gypsie like to be with passe sent home.
Send them to
Italy; take them
Florentine:
By
Nicks discourses they should all be thine,
All Common wealths men: ours was common wealth
By knack of zeal an artificiall Health.
No Presbyterian shall run out of's wits,
And introdu'ce again Phanatick fits.
By looser Prayers intitling to the sp'rite
Out of their senses three whole Kingdoms fright.
With humms, hah, whine, and a nose tuned story,
Wry neck, scru'd face, made for a Directory.
Gods name as oft in vain us'd as in charms,
The People to be witch into all harms.
With
Iacobs voice may none have
Esaus hands:
None Bishops hate, because they love their lands.
Nor may long prayers the widows house devour
Or Gods house widow make, and seize her dour;
Nor by vain babling only serve to show
A Babel of confusion thence must grow;
Out of the road of Common sense Career,
That none may say tis Common-prayer they hear.
Hate our Church forms, least they deliver'd be
From pride, vain-glory, and hypocrisie:
From envy, hatred, want of charity,
From all sedition, and conspiracie;
[Page 11]From all false Doctrine, and from heresie;
Strange superstition in the Letany:
To pray for
Charls, and for his victories
O're these their sins, his greatest enemies.
Restore Great
Charls our Letanies, that we
May pray for those, who would not pray for thee:
Into the way then shall we God implore,
The erred and deceived to restore.
Forgive and pray forgiveness: hearts refute
Did both us slander, and thee persecute.
So we may have restor'd the fruits of th'earth
Having of them nor of good prayers a dearth.
Then unity, peace, and concord we'le beseech
God make up ours, and every Nations breach.
Pitty on prisoners, and for Captives pray,
Though they were those would take our lives away:
Have mercy Lord on all men we beseech.
Prayers which exceptions use can ne're heav'n reach.
Broke bones may thus rejoyce, knit, grow more strong
In wayes of peace, and truth to walk along.
FINIS.