ENGLANDS JOY, Expressed in an ἘΠΙΝΊΚΙΟΝ, To the most Renowned Man of Honor, and Temporal Redeemer of the PRINCE, PEERS, and PEOPLE of this Land, HIS EXCELLENCY The Lord General Monck.
SO then Victorious General
George, go on,
To perfect thy
A R
[...]yal Present.
[...].Thus that great
Nevil Earl of
Warwick
Make-King
Warwick, thou'lt out-do,And all the Worthies of past Ages too:
As He's Proclaim'd, so Crown, and set
Charls right,
Then let
The Devil and old
Oliver.
old
Nick and
Nol do their worst spight.So Kings may reign, by
Jus Postliminii in the Civil Law.
Postliminial Rights,And Suns come out o'th Sea, make new
Those Knights usually made at Coronations.
Bath Knights,Which must dispel all Mists; all Mischiefs yield
To Royal Vertue, Patience wins the Field:
Field without Sweat or Blood; the Cause so just,
It need not stir one Graine of
English dust.
Which were the Beasts thou conquer'dst, tame, would be
Thought but an easie humane Victory.
But they were savage, hungry, fierce, and fell
As Lybian Lyons, or those Beasts that dwell
In
Indian Dens, my Men worse than Divels,
What Hand but Sacred could er'e cure such
The Kings Evil cured by his touch.
Evils?And only with a touch, by which we see,
Thou canst outdoe
Veni, vidi vici.
Cesarean Chevalry.Indeed we were afraid, Good people all
Expected more a Royal Funeral,
Than such a Coronation,
Rather his head to be cut off then annointed.
and to feelThe dismal dint of
Parricidal steel,
Rather than Unction on his Sacred Head:
But He's deliver'd, and w'are brought to Bed.
So now He's ours again, Great
George, and who
But thee, shall we sing
Jo. Paeans to?
To thee Great Soul of Honor, who wer't borne
To be Restorer of thy Prince forlorne.
The Great Redeemer of thy Countreys Laws,
And brave Assertor of the true Old Cause.
Kings are the true Suns, and all Usurpers but Meteors or falling Stars.
Thou'st given our Sun to
England, without Wars,
O'rthrown Phanatick Meteors falling Stars.
Those proud usurping
Phaetons, that durst
Sit in the Chair of Fire, till it burst,
And sing'd all Earth and Sea it touch'd upon.
Leaving us dark,
The Protectorians.
in conflagration.Prodigious things were done, but all in vain,
They mounted
Cromwels Cart, thou
Charls his Wain.
But yet th'
Herculean Labors found no end,
New work was cut out for thee,
The Fagg end of the late Long Parliament
by the Fiend.More Monsters still arise, a Rebel Rump,
So often stript and whipt, and dock't toth' Stump,
Must needs start up again, O cursed
Flemish for Tayle.
Stert,How could'st thou still hold up so malapert?
After so many Regicidal Acts,
O'rwhelming all, with bloody
The overflowing of
Nile.
Cataracts,To play Rex yet upon our heads, and be
Our Commonwealth, nay common Misery?
Others have oft attempted to defeat,
This many headed Hydra,
So
Hercules was called for his destroying of noxious Monsters.
but the cheatO'th'
Good old Cause, reviv'd it's heads, and we
Could hope no *
[...] but thee.
So Dragon like, it dealth about it's blows,
None could withstand its Fury, no not those
That were immur'd, and fenc'd with Iron chaines,
Posts,
The City Gates, Posts, Portcullices, were beat down by the
Rumps order.
and Portcullices: The City VeinesWere bloodless grown, to see their Ports beat down,
And Tayles with many Heads usurp a Crown.
But th'hast delivered them and us, who'rt borne
To be Redeemer of thy Country torne,
By such inhumane Miscreants; Thy hand
H
[...]s from that creeping vermin cleer'd the Land.
Thou canst as easily kill such Snakes as
Hercules.
He,That in his Cradle, strangled two or three.
None but our
St.
George in Story killed the Dragon.
George, could kill this Dragon dead,And make Romance for History be read.
Against thy mighty Arm, what force prevails,
Who kill'st all monstrous Heads, as well as Tayls?
Proceed and Prosper so great
George, and where
Thou pleasest for to make thy Hemisphere,
Thou'rt still our Constellation, leade us forth,
And th'inspired Needle's not more true to th'North,
Nor Rivers to the Sea, than we will be,
To our Dread Soveraign Lord, King
Charls, and thee.
Nor shall we fear success in Peace, or War,
Whilst He is thine, and thou, our Northern Star.
J. H.
LONDON, Printed for M. B. 1660.