BRITANNIA REDIVIVA.
ACADEMIA OXONIENSIS
‘SAPIENTIAE ET FELICITATIS’OXONIAE, Excudebat A. & L. Lichfield, Acad. Typogr. M.DC.LX.
Ad Serenissimum Regem.
ACcipe pacato (Princeps celsissime) vultu,
Quae Tibi dat tremulâ Musa togata manu.
Prima offensantis capias tentamina linguae,
Quae non ausa diu, Marte strepente, loqui
Jam solitos nescîsse modos patiare Camoenas
Agnoscunt artes Te redeunte suas.
Q Ʋaetua sunt coelum Tibi reddidit, Ipse vicissim
Jam coelo reddas (CAROLE Magne) sua:
Sceptra Deo tradas, illum regnare jubeto
(Inclyte Rex) quo Tu Sceptra jubente tenes.
O ter foelices, Te sic regnante, Britannos,
Christus ut emineat, Teque regente regat.
Ipsa sibi tristes gratabitur Anglia clades,
Pensari tanto quae potuêre Bono.
MIraris nostrae trepidantia carmina Musae?
Crede, olim versus condere crimen erat;
Neve minus nobis, Te Judice, crimen habetur,
Caesar, si nequeam scribere digna satis.
Dum carmen Patri, mihimet prope fata canebam,
Quae tibi si canerem jam mihi cygnus ero.
Cùm serò venias, noli nunc esse Planeta,
Sed jam nobiscum fixus in orbe mane.
Acta suis gyris rapientibus Anglia circum,
Tandem in te centro figitur illa suo.
CArolus imperio gaudet, fruiturque, paterno,
Et vibrat placidâ Regia Sceptra manu.
Quis non tergeminâ certet donare Coronâ,
Cùm veniat patriae magna Corona suae.
Sume lyram tibi Phoebe pater, date carmina Musae,
Et fiat nobis Pegasus, omnis Equus;
Quo terram pulsante fluant Parnassides undae:
Sit licet Euterpe nostra senilis, ovat:
Spiritus intùs ovat, praecordia laeta triumphant,
Et mens, cum linguâ, dicere gestit ave.
Ad
CAROLUM Augustum Monarcham.
In medio regni dominare potentior omni,
Et cura leges (Dive Monarcha) pias.
Unius Solis clarescit lumine mundus:
Nec capiat plures Insula fausta Duces.
Intonuit Vatum Princeps
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Et sic docta loqui, nostra Thalia canit.
Votum pro Caesare.
Priscus honos Gentis rediit, plaudente Senatu,
Et jam Sole novo clarior Aula micat.
Unge (Pater) celebrem divino Chrismate Regem,
Et perfunde oleo pectora sacra tuo;
Ut regat Imperii fines moderamine justo,
Anglis Angelicus Rex, pariterque Pater.
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LEx suprema salus populi, populique salutem
Supremi Regis continet una salus;
Hinc modò quae diro correpta Britannia morbo
Non vesana minùs, quàm malè sana fuit.
Jam compos Regis fit compos mentis, & una
Cum Regis, Populi fit rediviva salus.
ANglorum CAROLVS Rex natus, turbine dudum
Vexatus, patrium jam redit ad solium.
En plaudunt populi, reverentèr dum pia turma
Agnoscunt digitum, sacraque jussa Dei.
Ut coelo missum noscas, en sacra tuetur,
Salva sit ut pietas, primaque cura fuit:
Orgia bacchantis populi vesana coercens,
Auspicia Imperii dedicat ipse Deo.
Macte istâ virtute tuâ, Rex optime, semper
Permaneas columen, praesidium que bonis.
Tempore in angusto, si quae pia foedera pactus
Tu fueris, nunc sint pectore fixa tibi.
Hoc regnare quidem, te totum subdere coelo
Atque accepta Deo sceptra referre tua.
ECce redux CAROLVS, populo laetusque Britanno,
Gratulor aeterni Numinis illud opus.
Vivat in aeternum CAROLVS; Titulusque perennet,
Defensor Fidei, fautor Evangelii.
Macte esto virtute tua, Rex optime, perge
Ex animo peragens Relligionis opus:
Indulgeto piis, & debellato profanos;
Sub Christi auspiciis pergito, victor eris.
Spes est omne bonum, foedúsque tuúmque meúmque,
Adventu Regis jam rediviva fore.
Semper honos CAROLI maneat, nomenque perenne;
Sit regni columen, sitque pater patriae.
CArmina quae longum Oxoniae testentur amorem,
Moestula Jacobi funere Musa dedit.
Obstupefacta silent inhonesto funere CAR'LI
Corda. Fe rox Calamum qui vetet Ensis erat.
Indè par anfractus, totidémque minantia Coelo
Crimina, Criminibus mista, Caterva ruit.
Heu! Quoties gemui? Quaeque ipse miserrima vidi
Tempora? inauditis barbara facta malis,
Non Domus, aut Fundus, non Templa, Altaria nulla
Sacrilegas fugiunt intemerata manus.
Quis Cladem Angliaci Belli? Quis funera fando
Explicet? innumeris tristia mille modis.
Sed bene consuluit Genti Deus Optimus. Anglis
Dispulit ambages, restituitque Diem.
Caesaris adventu tenebras abiisse priores,
Gaudia testantur publica; Vota probant.
Prisca retrò properant. Jam versa recurrere gaudent
Flumina, in antiquum jussa redire locum.
Mirificè moderante Deo. Juvenúmque Senumque
Pectora laetitiae, CAROLE, plena tuae.
Fallimur? Ostendunt terris Te Sydera natum.
Terra sub imperio floreat Angla tuo.
Respice quassatas hac tempestate Camoenas.
Ominis augurium nuncia Stella dedit.
Viderit Astronomus, vetus an nova stella vocetur!
Non nova dent Cathedrae dogmata, Templa, Scholae.
Mira Cano! Bellum sine Bello extinguitur. Ingens
Hinc data militiae gloria,
Moncke, tuae.
Rex sine Marte redit: Fratrum Par. Sospite utroque.
Grata canet Coeli Munera turba frequens.
Mystica bella gerit Monckus. Sine vulnere vincit
Victores. Nullo percutiente ferit.
TE
nascente novo rutilabat sydere coelum,
Et monstrat cunas stella, sed una, tuas:
Omne
renascenti debet tibi Jupiter astrum
(Rex magne) & supero quicquid in orbe nitet:
Credo equidem & misit: sed tanti splendor honoris
Perstrinxit radiis lumina quaeque suis.
Jamque ades ô Plaustri felix Auriga paterni,
Nec rursum occiduas experiare vices.
Nota Mathematico Genesis tua, nota Poetae;
Et tandem laetos spondet uterque dies.
DVm nova gramineis nascunt ur germina campis,
Ft dum laeta suas terra refundit opes;
CAROLVS ecce redux post tot discrimina tandem
Florescit regnans & tria regna beat.
Non tulit haec sanguis nec sudor munera Fess
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Nec meritum nostrum, dextra sed ipsa Dei.
Ergo Deo gratum laeti Paeana canamus,
Illius atque aras imbuat agna frequens.
EDita Tartareis Discordia foeda cavernis
In patrias fugito Rege oriente lares;
Tuque salus, nostris cum Rege extorris ab oris,
Pulsaque pax, ipso cum redeunte redi.
QVis novus hic Caesar, siccâ qui pace Britannos
Subjugat; &,
Bruto saltem
hoc plaudente, triumphat!
Quem non Ira minax, ultorve in praelia Mavors
Asperat, armorumve ferus circumsonat horror;
Sed tranquilla Quies, niveisque jugalibus ambit
Dîa Salus, plenoque arridet Copia cornu!
Agnosco CAROLVM: en, quantus de fronte serenâ
Fulget Honor! quae stat juvenili Gratia vultu!
Alme veni tandem, tardosque in vota precantûm
Absolvas Superos, dilapsáque lora potenti
Sume manu; Tibi cum Lymphata atque Enthea turba,
(Omnia quae vertit sese in miracula Regni,
Hydramque, Tigrim
(que) trucem, informem
(que) Chimaeram)
Jam cedit, cassoque jacet defecta furore.
Grate veni; &, quamvis toto Tibi serviat antro
Aeolus, & Dominum Nereus petat omnibus undis,
Sit potior quae Te Populi vehit aura, nec ullo
Plenius, aut melius tumeant tua carbasa vento.
Aspice, ut occludat venienti urbesque viasque
Importunus amor; dum plebs, quae fecerat Hostis,
Officiosa facit, nimioque Rebellis Honore est.
Jam neque genua labant Senibus, nec tarda Podagra
Distinuit captos; pueri, imbellesque puellae
Accurrunt, mediisque audent se immittere turmis:
Dumque triumphales rutilant per compita flammae,
Accenduntque domos, circum praecordia gliscit
Major flamma viris, mentesque impensius ardent.
Felices! queis Te, postquam superata Deorum est
Invidia, & saevi longa inclementia Fati,
Divulsum dulci à patriâ, aspectuque tuorum,
Contigit excipere, atque oculos lassare tuendo.
Scilicet huic fueras olim servatus honori;
Depositum fatorum, ut dextrae robur adultae
Sustineat triplicis nutantia pondera sceptri.
O coelo dilecte nimis, quem fessa reposcunt
Imperia! ô magnis nequicquam erepte periclis,
Si non afflictis tanto in discrimine rerum
Creveris, & patriae te suspirantis in usus!
Hoc erat, hoc unum tantis natalibus addi
Quod licet, & Divo Genitori fata negarunt;
Vt, cum Te extorrem Deus & Fortuna noverca
Jusserit ignotasque vias, atque aspera rerum
Tentare, & mores hominum monstrarit & urbes;
Pulchrior exurgas tandem, emeritusque laborum
Nunc vigeas magis, & splendor tibi crescat abrusu.
Surculus ut sterili qui dudum immarcuit agro,
Dum rigor immitis Boreae, morsusque ferarum
Infestant, & adhuc geniales improba succos
Terra negat, roremque invidit Jupiter almum;
Jam locuplete solo susceptus, & ubere glebâ,
Laetior emergit, fructúsque umbram
(que) salubrem
Impendit populis, & vertice sydera tangit.
Sic adsis (Rex magne) tuis; multum
(que) peritus
Edoceas artes quas Rhenus dives & Albis
Scire dedit; quicquid versuto in pectore volvit
Gallus, & Austriacus geminâ deliberat Aulâ:
Sic adsis, cui nec fractos emolliit Artus
Desidia, aut Animum pellacis peste veneni
Corrupit tenero falsa & fucata Voluptas:
Sed firmat sors dura virum, studiisque severis
Finxit, & accendit generoso pectus honore.
Per lusus alii, phalerataque gaudia tendant
Ad sceptra, &, se non capientes, regna capessant;
Huc tua Te Virtus vocat, & diademate cingit;
Datque tenere Manu, quem Mente intelligis,
Orbem.
CAROLE quem Reducem vidisse Britannia gestit,
Ocyùs, ut penitùs ne pereamus, ades.
CAROLE, vicisti (nec laude minore) priusquam
Venisti, ac victos non prius esse, piger.
Mais, Sire, nous restons encore
Dans une guerre trop civile
Contre Vostre Maiesté.
Puisque le plus grand bonheur du Monde
Vous dites nostre retour à loyaulté
Avec une volonté.
Nous au contraire, beaucoup plus grand disons
Vostre retour á nostre Royaulté
par une rare bonté.
ANglia Te Reducem (Caesar) submissa salutat,
Gensque togata Tuos procidit ante pedes:
Sic colit exortum Solis cum plebe sacerdos,
Miraturque suum Persia Tota Deum.
Hactenus est summo confecta Britannia luctu
Infelix, lachrymis Insula cincta suis.
Jam valeat luctus cum Purpura laeta refulget
Clarior hinc, quòd non sanguine tincta niter.
Nunc Magnus, nunc victor ades, Tecumque triumphat
Gens Tua, quod solus, quòd sine Marte redis:
En Te quanta manet Caesar victoria! vinces
Mox alios gladio, vincis amore Tuos.
ARma virumque cano, Qualem nec Troïcus Heros
Aequat; nec vatum Princeps vel fingere cantu
Auderet: Plus Hic terris jactatus & alto;
Multa quoque & bello passus, dum condere Gentem
Collapsam, pulsosque deos inferre laborat.
In terris Christo Rex proxime, proxima Christo
Et facis & pateris: Natum Te nunciat orbi
Stella die medio: mox & quaesitus ab hoste
Coelesti monitu patriam fugis: Innocuorum
Insequitur quanta heu strages! pariter
(que) redîsti
Herode extincto, amoto simul Archêlao.
Ah damnis nimium, nimiumque exercite fatis,
Exempli jam fausta premas; atque incipe tandem
Cum Christo regnare: Eadem Te nunc mones aetas
(Quando ter denos pariter compleveris annos)
Servatoris agas partes; miserosque cruento
Iervitio redimas; ut Gentis vulnera cures;
Ingressusque urbem plaudentem Templa repurges.
Te coelo missum proclamant omnia, partus,
Exilium, mores, reditus; miracula, quanta
Aetas nec praesens capiat nec postera credet.
Hi quibus invisum est Regnum, quique arma secuti
Damnatas audent nequicquam tollere dextras,
Quàm sint chara Deis, assertaque sceptra videntes;
Discant obsequium moniti, & non temnere Reges.
SIc, sic Defensor Fidei venis, Optime Casar;
Sic Tevera Dei Regem dat Gratia nobis,
Dum struere exemplo, dum confirmare receptam
Sic audes patiendo Fidem, sic vivus adesse
Martyr, & Angliacae nova Victima vivere Gentis.
Ah! memorare dolet (quae Te subiisse frequenter
Vix doluit Caesar) torrentes lumine multo
Soles, torpentes Hyemes, Mare, Sydera, Coelum,
Et Terram toties vexantem: Cuncta videntur
In Dominum armari, nisi mens constantior, unum.
Haec dum firma Tuo, dum fida reconditur imo
Pectore, frustrà (inquis) jaculatur tela protervus
Anglus; Tu frustrà (Cromwelli!) mittis in Ora
Nostra Neces, diras, Plumbum; frustrà impetis (Artis
Tartareae Tutor!) Regis Caput: induit intus
Mens bona Loricae mihi Tegmina; tutior intus
Hic vallata latet Vigornia. Perge maligne!
Armabunt Me vota, Preces, animique sereni
Sancta Quies; Haec nostra Cohors, haec Millia sex sunt;
His septus Quercu obsessus vel in Arbore vincam.
His, inquam, septus Ventos ridebo, Britannos
Et ventis multò leviores; inde fateri
Vos cogam esse deos Reges; CAROLVM
(que) potentem
Posse pati, potuisse mori, sed vincere posse.
INepta quò Poesis
(Pedésque vincta) curris?
An Compedum tuorum
Tinnitus iste nostris
Par gaudiis? superna
Hîc sphaera pangat Odam.
Rex? Somnium, Thalia,
Te suave ludit: ipsus
An CAROLUS? (Britannúm
Ingens
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Rex? CAROLUS? Sileto;
Nam perduellioni
Affine, tanta fari.
Frustrà quin potius sumo pedes nunc mage liberos,
Nec mî jura dabit (fortè aliis) curtus
Anacreon.
Salve
laeta di
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flos quoque temporis:
Fastos sperne rudes, nec
(a) Veneri, nec
(b) Senioribus
Concedatur honos: Túne dies? Annus es integer,
Reple Zodiacum. Plato, tuus
Magnus hic
Annus est.
Ad Augustissimum Regem.
Qui posuere metum, Reges: quot Regibus unus
Imperitas? Regum est Insula plena tua.
Deliciae Britonum, tua cur metuenda potestas?
Qui tria Sceptra capis, myriadasque refers.
Ad Loyolitas.
Euge triumphantes! strata hîc jacet Anglia; Vestrum
Quis poterit Martem ferre,
flagella Dei?
Praeclaris
rubrum Ducibus nunc redde
Galerum,
Sancte Pater, Gentes subjiciantque novas.
Heus tamen, hoc vobis bibulam dicatur in aurem,
Omnibus ex spoliis ponè
Tiburna manent.
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Eadem Latinè ferè ad verbum.
DEtinuit caecis oculos nox longa tenebris;
Jam novus emicuit, Sole oriente, dies,
Praebuit exemplum Soli Sol ipse Britanno:
Clarior è tenebris prodit uterque suis.
Defectum illaeso patiuntur lumina Sole:
Te passo, nobis, non Tibi, noxa fuit.
Aequalem semper tenuit Tua gloria cursum;
Virtutum testes, quà patet orbis, habes.
Qui velo obtectus tam claro lumine fulsit,
Jam pleno splendens lumine quantus erit?
Naturae hic ordo, tenebras lux prima secuta est:
CAROLE, Lux, tenebrae, quas Tua pellit, erant.
Fulgeat & crescat Vester, Rex inclyte, splendor,
Solis inextincto dum micat igne jubar.
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REcurrit alma lux, dies optabilis
Vergente Maio Mensium jam Principe,)
Quae
CAROLƲM orbi (ingentis ortûs conscia)
Dedit: dies sestâ ille signandus notâ.
Natura risit blandè, hero populus suo
Applausit, & Cohors minorum Coe
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Augustius confessa numen, ocyùs
Ablegat astrum quod stupente seculo,
Natalibus famulans decenter astitit.
Qua nube latuit hoc diu pressum jubar?
Quò
CAROLƲS flos ille cessit Principum?
Fugiant tenebrae, redditus mundo dies
Affulgeat, sceptróque medicantem manum
(Et debitam fatis) Britannico asseret.
Aequora revertenti placida se commodent,
Fluctus cadant cessim, aura spiret mollior
Et obsequens; ipsique Neptunus suum
Ultrò tridentem porrigat, maris Arbitro.
Tu verò onere ratis sub ingenti gemens,
Cui Caesar & Gentis salus concreditur,
Stellas omittens quae polo currunt vagae,
Attende Domini syderi, fretum secans
Heroa salvum sic dabis; túque inclyta
Olim micabis inter Astra Argo altera.
O Grata rerum facies, atque hilares vices,
Versioque tandem dulcis oculatae rotae!
Cum tot per annos Imperî repagula
Indebitè mota, at remotáque irritè,
Desideratum redeunt & proprium in locum!
Fugêre Larvae, condidit caput dolus,
Ut solis orto jubare disparent sagae.
Beatus ille ductor elusam diu,
Spiritibus & malignis obsessam omnibus,
(Rumore nullo, caede nullâ aut sanguine,
Malisque solùm fraudibus opponens pias)
Tam gnaviter defascinavit Angliam.
OCAROLINI gloria nominis,
Gentísque Rector verè Britanicae,
Pro quo tot antehaec nuncupata
Votáque & omina sausta, Salve.
Diù precati, nunc reditum Tibi
Congratulamur plus vice simplici;
Faustúmque felicémque ovantes,
O Patriae decus! O columna!
Nam veris instar vultus ubi tuus
Fulget popello, gratior it dies,
Solésque longè clariores
Auricomâ facie renident.
Campana festos multa canat sonos,
Testentur altè structa focalia
Flammis & ardores amicos
In CAROLUM reducem excitatos.
Platea quaevis, quaeque tripudiet
Haùd infrequenti laetitiâ domus;
Nec metra Metris dentur ulla,
Nec Numeros numerare fas sit.
TAndem (Iô) tandem Nos, CAROLE, vivimus Angli,
Te redeunte, redit mens nova, vita, salus.
Abscidit ista Caput nostrum damnanda Tyranni
Ars, Gentémque uno vulnere dextra necat.
Pejor Caligulae est Cromwelli causa; tremendum
Is fecisse nefas optat, at iste facit.
Sic excussâ animâ moribundos traximus Artus,
Vitam expectantes Te veniente Novam.
Te veniente Novam sentimus Caesar: obortus
Hinc clamor, vox hinc, hinc ferit astra sonus.
Hosce tamen Plausus tibi si Gens tota Negâsset,
Coepissent vino turgida saxa Loqui.
REgnorum Spes una trium, Rerúmque levamen
CAROLE nostrarum; quem Terra Britannia Solum
Respieit, ínque tuam fundit sua vota Salutem:
(Nam nisi te salvo se salvam non putat.) Omnes
Rumpé moras, & pande secundis Carbasa ventis;
Laeta exultanti Populo spectacula praebe;
Ascende in Solium, & triplici Diademate sacrum
Cinge Caput, fortíque manu tua Sceptra capesse.
Legitimo sub Rege sibi felicia quisque
Tempora promittunt, & nobiliore Metallo
Secula. Jam quicquid toleravimus ante Malorum,
Laetitiam geminat praesentem, & gaudia condît.
Sic post exactam nigrâ caligine Noctem,
Solis dulce jubar: patriae sic littora terrae
Conspicit in saevo jactatus Navita Ponto:
Horrida sic placidae commendant otia pacis
Bella. Minùs gratè, nisi qui caruêre, fruuntur.
QUae moritura recens jacuit, redeunte resurgit
Gens CAROLO; regnis qui Tribus Una salus.
Vulgares Medici discedite; tabuit aegra
Gens Strumâ, & Regis sola medela Manus.
Volunera sic regni CAROLUS sine vulnere sanat,
Cromwello soli sanguine parta placent.
Quantum igitur praestant CAROLI nunc Sceptra, Tyranni
Ferro? Cum miseros hoc facit, illa levant.
ECce
[...] Mundi! rediere Platonis
Secula, fictitiis Regum fugientibus Umbris.
Casta Poli virtus rubuit, nec ferre valebat
Progeniem spuriam circum Jovis astra locari.
Impatiens sufferre parem, Regnive ministrum,
Te repetit vario pelago jactata Carina
Publica; nec fas est credat securius Astrum.
CAROLE! dulce Deum sidus, faustum
(que) Britannis,
Perpetuos Concede dies sine noctibus ullis.
Ah nimis Fclipsin perpessa Brittannia! coelo
Pellere, crede, Deos ausa est Titania pubes.
Macte soli nostri soboles Alcide, subacto
Multiplici plebis foetu: cui fertilis Hydra
Est sterilis, mirum
(que) parens viduata Chimaeris
Africa, quod raró. Sperandum est Hercule dignum.
Jupiter alme ornes Spartam, nec Munera vestra
Neglige; cui species Hominum, sed forma Deorum est
Et tu saeve maris Domitor compesce profundum:
Aequora, te petimus, nostri sint omina Regni.
Scande precor solium, sparsâ
(que) per Aethera luce,
Vince jubar Phoebi Thetidis cum surgit ab ulnis,
Et Decus, & vitam perituro porrigit Orbi.
ITe Triumphales circum omnia tempora Lauri;
Omnis
(que) Iô resonet Domus;
Publica jam crebro exultent Altaria Fumo:
Hominum & Deûm Pater,
Deus
(Quod non Multa Dies, quod non Mutabilis Aevi
Effecit improbus Labor)
Sustulit Imperiorum Gorgonas, Harpyásque,
Trucésque quod Furias sapit,
Inque Erebrum pestes, feralis monstra Barathri
Horrenda, praecipites dedit;
Et Patriam, & Patriae (quo nil Augustius Orbe)
Restituit
Augustum Patrem.
Ille oculus Mundi. Nostrae fera littora Terrae
Ille ut reliquit impiget,
Nox subit atra locum, caligantésque Tenebrae,
Et pallidae Formidines,
Nec Stellarum immensa cohors Nemeros
(que) coelo
Misella Luminaria
Splendorum radios, quos Sole amisimus Uno,
Juncto pensarunt Lumine.
Sed proba Nobilitas, Virtus
(que) emarcuit omnis,
Et grande sorduit Decus
Jam redit Alma salus, jam curat secula, Strumas
Exsecuit, & foeda Ulcera,
Et redit ad nostrum resplendens CAROLUS orbem
Illustriori lumine:
Quem supra Heroas Fortem Gens sentiit omnis,
Et Sobrium, Justum, Pium;
Cui tanta in Magno Clementia pectore, ut Unum
Deum aemuletur, quem colit:
Quem certae imprimis Fidei, Justi
(que) tenacem
Stupere scelerum Machinae:
Quem Gravitas facit, & magnis Prudentia rebus
Ne ullo careret Numine.
Tanto Nobilitas primùm & Generosa revixi
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Redeunte Pubes Principe,
Impleri se sentit, Honorum fonte recluso,
Praeclariori sanguine.
Jam facilem fundat Victum Justissima Tellus:
Et Plebs, procul negotiis,
Ter felix, patriis aevum jam ducat in arvis
Jam Sacra
(que) & Sanctos Patres
Jam redit & Virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,
Justitia, Pax, Pietas, Fides.
Constrinxit que simul Populum cum Principe Virtus
Beatitudinum Liga.
O Hic pacatum Patriis Virtutibus Orbem
Feliciter, diu, Regat
Atque haec, Det
Deus aeternum felicia Regna
Irrupta servet Copula;
Nec prius, infaustis unquam divulsa Querelis,
Solvatur, Vltimo die.
NOn magè laeta suos spectabat Roma triumphos,
Consul ubi victo Victor ab hoste redit.
Quàm tua depressâ petitur praesentia plebe,
Quàm ruit in vultus Anglia tota tuos.
Ergò iterum dabitur Regem sceptrúmque tueri?
Sacrilegâ teritur nec diadema manu?
Ergóne futilium errorum densissima nubes
Orbe tuo pendens, Te redeunte, fugit?
Stridula spumosum sileant simul ora screatum,
Quae vomuêre tuo sola venena gregi.
Hoc tibi debetur quanquam mala plurima passo,
Hoc quoque fortunae, Terra Britanna! tuae.
Cum Caput avulso fuerat de corpore scissum
Quî poteras artus, Terra, movere tuos?
Ast ubi jam cerebrum fixâ cervice cohaeret,
Vivida nativo membra calore fovet.
Ut Phoebus rutilo solet explendescere vultu,
Fudit ubi radiis nubila fusca suis.
Sydera volvendo ceu fulgidiora relucent,
Splendidiúsque micat saepe terendo chalybs.
Sic Tua Majestas solio decorata nitenti
CLARIUS E TENEBRIS exerit Illa jubar.
Ergo diu diadema geras; sit, CAROLE, Regni
Annus in exilio quaelibet hora tuo.
INgeminat toties quid laeta Britannia plausus?
Quis sonus insolitus? quae nova flamma micat?
Orbis amor, triplicis Sceptri justissimus Haeres
CAROLUS, exilii post tria Lustra redit.
Magni cura Dei! non Te, sine numine, tantis
Credidit ereptum spes mea saepè malis.
O! quis propitii pandat miracula Coeli?
Quis terrae numeret? quísve pericla maris?
Ingemit usque Tuos casus Wigornia; Lusus
Fatorum, insidiae, singula numen habent.
In
(que) malo suus est usus, moderaminis Artes
Te docuit variis vita peracta Plagis:
Hispanus siquid, siquid Germanus uterque,
Eximium siquid Gallus, & Anglus habet,
Emicat unitum Regali pectore, Cujus
Erigitur meritis Patria, Roma gemit.
Scilicet inferior Primo virtute Secundus
Non erit, hoc majus Musa vovere nequit.
Bis gratus mensis! quin corrigat Anglia Fastos,
Et Qui Maius erat, d'hinc CAROLINUS erit.
Augurium felix! nullo Tibi tincta cruore
Purpura, sed Princeps omnibus aequus ades.
Credo equidem natum lites componere; jungant
Regna, Rosas alii, jungere Corda Tuum est.
Stemmata si demas, satis est Pietasque, Fides
(que)
Intemerata, licet mille petita dolis.
Nec jam Concilium miror Tibi credere, sacro
Pectore candidius noverat esse nihil.
Affulges faustum Sydus, melioris Origo
Secli, claudentur quo tibi, Jane, fores.
Quin jam ridet Ager, jam florent Oppida, Clerus
Caesaris arbitrio stat
(que) cadit
(que) sui.
Vindice Te reditus Ecclesia sperat ademptos,
Praedia, sacrilegae quae rapuêre manus.
Canities Almae Matris juvenescit, Alumno
Quondam, nunc verò Rege superba suo:
Excipit & plausu centeno Regia Christi
Aedes, Auspiciis perficienda Tuis.
Extera si specto, propiori Foedere jungi
Posse Reformatos, Te Duce, Roma timet:
Nec mora, jam concors Scotus Anglo, Wallus Hiberno,
Teque Patrem Patriae dissona Lingua vocat.
Et, si vota valent, cunctis Majoribus Unus
Major eris, Sceptro, Conjuge, Prole, rogo.
Ad Invictissimum Ducem-Generalem.
Nec fas, Summe Ducum, nobis Tua gesta silere,
Rex, Clerus, Mater quem vocat Alma Patrem:
Hac mercede placent furiae, portae
(que) revulsae
Londini, crebrâ quas satis ulta dape est.
Jam Laudis satur, emeritam Tibi ducito vitam,
Meta haec Militiae, sit
(que) Corona Tuae.
Et sua certatim reddet stipendia Castris
Vrbs, Ager; ut possint ocyus ire —
Moesta jacet confossa suis Gens Anglica telis;
Viribus infelix opprimitur
(que) suis.
Nudum remigio latus est, nec Carbasa tuta,
Nec Typhis, tumidis qui moderetur aquis.
Squalent foeda situ (seu molibus obruta densis)
Omnia, communis rebus & horror inest.
Jura poli, rerum
(que) fidem, leges
(que) deorum
Indomito Miles destruit igne rapax.
Nec peragit proprium nativus Signifer orbem:
Nec turbata novo Cynthia mense redit.
Quis furor, O Cives, quis miscuit omnia miles,
Disjicit at
(que) rudi vincula sacra manu?
Desperata salus: nullum est medicamen in hortis.
Grassantémque fugant Pharmaca nulla luem.
Phoebus adest, solitisque imponit fraena Quadrigis:
Pacatósque sonus slectit Herilis equos.
Machina jam coeli rediit, meliore Magistro:
Flamma modum retinet, crescit & ordo polis.
Rex Auguste, salus nobis, tutelaque rerum:
Sospite quo, placidum credimus esse Deum.
Tu mores populo, tu tempora reddis Avorum,
Nec pateris (Princeps) Secula cana mori.
Detumuit rabies, & littore stringitur aestus:
Templa Deis reddis, legibus at
(que) decus.
Nil
(que) forent Britones nisi magni nominis umbra,
Pondera ni subitus jam ruitura subis.
Naufragium (Princeps) dextra commune levâsti:
Debenturque tibi Praedia, Jura, Quies:
Publica solennes testantur Gaudia chartae:
Votaque pro reditu, thura, precesque damus.
PRoh pudor! Anglorum pulsus sic CAROLUS oris
Duxerit ignotum regius exul iter?
Et fugere, & patriis, cogit discedere terris,
Et negat ipsa locum barbara turba fugae?
Scotorum praeruptus ager canensque pruinis,
Qui misero pateat non satis asper erit?
Notae illi extremae Gades, atque ultima Thule
Communisque fugae limes & orbis erat.
Ad Belgas properat, negat ipsa Batavia sedem;
Hos verè nimium senserat esse truces.
Parva loquor, quin & cognatis exul ab oris,
Ignotus laribus coeperat esse suis;
Foedera non Gallos tangunt, non hospita jura,
Et miser, Henrici desinit esse nepos.
Expulso toties alienis, CAROLE, terris,
Jam tibi, quo redeas, Anglia tota patet.
Poenituit scelerum; sibi vestra Britannia tandem
Redditur, & patriae gratior hospes eris.
UTrúmne verus ille fertur nuncius?
An ludicris fallor sonis?
Sic est; apertè est; CAROLUM flemus patrem,
Reducimúsque filium;
Et qui jacentem vidit in cunis prior,
Videbit in solio dies.
Adblandiatur hero Caledonius Leo,
Hyberna pulsetur Lyra,
Et Anglicana redditum pulchrè suum
Rubescat ad Solem Rosa:
Sceptro Tridentem Triplici contrarium,
Neptune, ne vibra miser;
Serenitatem quam solo Monkus dedit,
Concede Tu talem salo;
Confide ventis, nauta, CAROLUM vehis
Non Edgarum Ethelingium.
AUreus hic verè mensis, quo, CAROLE, Sceptrum
Vibras: antè omnis ferreus annus erat.
Det Deus Alchymiam ferri mutare metallum:
Sic sit Regnum auri larga fodina Tuum.
Sed quos non poteras ferro, jam vincis amore:
Maxime, sic Uno Numine, Rex, minor es.
ILle ego qui nunquam Parnassi Culmina scandi,
Ultrò, venturo Caesare, vaticinor:
Quo nec Virgilius componere digna valeret
Carmina; materies hîc superaret opus.
Gratum animum accipias, petimus, Clarissime regum;
Dúmque alii fundunt carmina, fundo preces.
HOstilis nuper rabies & barbara Martis
Oxoniae extremum est turba minata diem:
Nutanti pavidae tremuêre cacumine turres;
Territus aversis fuger at Isis aquis.
Dilaniata comas erraverat undique Clio,
Casus Virgilii carmine questa suos:
IMPIUS haec tam culta novalia Miles habebit?
Has segetes stricto Barbarus ense metet?
Non tuleras Auguste scelus, Te vindice, ripas
Laetior ad veteres turba novena sedet.
Felices! aetas. dederit si nostra Maronem;
Dignus victuro carmine Caesar adest.
HActenus & miseram Mavors madefecit arenam,
Deponunt jam bella minas, lituique, tubaeque
Impositum tenuêre modum; Sat movimus Arma,
Sat Marti bellóque datum, Sat sanguine nostro
Impia Brutigenae luimus perjuria Trojae.
Missa per Angliacos tandem Pax aurea campos
Ferrea belligeri compescuit ostia fani.
Succubuit malesana cohors: Fanaticus Error
A cunctis furvo, unde venit, damnatur Averno.
Turbati hinc Manes Erebi, tortisque capillis
Eumenides immane fremunt. Proserpina moeret,
Et circumventum trepidat vidisse maritum.
Incipe festivos mecum mea tibia versus,
Et cantûs ostende modum: Tu maxima Clio
Alma fave, laetam lauri subtexe coronam
Limini, & invisam à foribus nunc tolle cupressum.
Jam redit & Princeps, cum Principe prodeat unà
Relligio, Pietásque suis comitata Ministris;
Diffugiant vani Errores, penitúsque recedant,
Sicut ad exortum vanescunt nubila Phoebum.
Jam redit & Princeps, cum Principe prodeat unà
Astraea oppressos iterùm visura Britannos,
Munitura Bonos, & Punitura Malignos,
Qualis erat Primo fluerent cum secla Metallo.
Jam redit & Princeps, cum Principe prodeat unà
Sub pedibus tot nobilitas calcata per annos.
Et nova progenies, frustrà sine Rege creata.
Fallaces odiosa suos amittat Honores.
Quis vates non esse velit? Sed Carmine vili,
Aut humili calamo non fas haec pangere facta.
Nos aliis Arbusta relinquimus, atque myricas,
Rursus & Excelsam canimus sine Crimine Cedrum;
O utinam interea Cedro sint carmina digna!
Salve festa dies; & lumine laetior illo
Conscia Dictaeum quo protulit Ida Tonantem,
Sacráque Cretaeâ Jovis incunabula terrâ
Curetes fidi vicibus movere Ministri,
Et sua pulsantes geminarunt aeribus aera.
Sed quinam interea festum hoc peperêre Britannum
Si petis, hoc Ennî liceat mihi dicere versu:
Unus Homo nobis CUNCTANDO restituit Rem;
MONCKIUS heroum fortissimus Induperator
Restituit, CAROLU Mque dedit, qui foedere certo
Nos regere, & justis moderari sciret habenis.
Hoc satis; Interea vivas Rex Nestoris annos,
In coelum serus redeas sedésque Beatorum,
Et populo intersis per tempora longa Britanno.
Dii Tibi dent quaecunque velis, & Vota, precésque
Audiat Ipse Tuas divûm pater, atque hominum Rex:
Concilium prudens, & amantem jura Senatum,
Praecones verbi integros, Populumque volentem,
In sua non rursus versurum viscera dextras.
Sic petii; sic audivit mea vota benignus
Haec Deus, & moto laetum dedit omen Olympo.
[...],
[...]!
[...]
[...].
CaroLVs eCCe VenIt, VeLVtIqVe renasCItVr AngLIs:
ArrIDe popVLo ReX VeneranDe tVo.
QUi fuimus Statuae toto hausto sanguine, nosmet
In lepidos solvunt lumina vestra sonos.
Sic ortum ex undis Phoebum celebrabat Imago,
Et simili motum murmure marmor erat.
Gaudia sic fundunt, sic (CAROLE) vota, salutant
Dum reduces animas corpora laeta suas.
Ostentet verè felices Anglia Sedes,
Redditur auxilio cum nova vita Tuo.
Nostri olim Reges digitis mulsere dolores,
Subjicitur manibus Parca vel ipsa tuis.
Britanniae Prosopopoeia.
Regis in optatos non nunc Brittannia primùm
Amplexus ruerem, nisi post Sponsalia facta
Injecisse moras voluissent Fata molestas.
Instat at ille Dies tandem: festinus in ortum,
Qui vinclo junctos sociali ostendet eodem
Me CAROLUM que meum. Fungaris Mars Hymenaei
Jam precor officio: Dux ille,
Georgius, ingens
E Boreâ, felix est Pronubus; illius ense
Nectetur nodus, diro prius ense solutus.
Sic post innumeras quaesitas undique formas,
Quas Democraticis Furiis agitata, recepi,
Romanam, Venetam, Lacedaemoniam
(que) revolvar
In memet tandem, vetus & Brittannia fiam.
Haec pergrata mihi est & pulchra
Rotatio, sed jam
Det Deus ut CAROLI constet
Sufflamine Regnum.
MIror, Rex, omen, quod Maii mense redires:
Qui Tibi, natalem, Regnáque trina dedit.
Scilicet ingenium coeli est, ludentis in ortum,
In reditumque tuum Sol facit ipse jocos.
Sed cùm Gens omnis, vel turba inimica salutet:
Diceret & vivens, CAROLE,
cromwel, Ave;
Odit Musa Fidem mentiri Carmine: Semper
Regia cùm mihi mens, & CAROLINA fuit.
ARma virique procul; procul hinc civilia Bella:
Sat lituo ferroque dat um est; Victoria nullo
Sanguine parta juvat; Populus dum pugnat amore,
Rex vincit, volitatque albis victoria pennis.
Rapta Sabina olim cum pacem excusserat Urbi,
Armâratque patrum natorum in viscera dextras;
Diruit haec litem sociosque in foedere jungit.
Haud aliter justi demum fit Sponsa Mariti
Anglia; depositis armorum in secula curis.
Fxcussus dudum pronus Palinurus in undas:
Antennae gemuêre; Ratis prope mersa procellâ
Syrtibus in mediis; tandem caput extulit undis:
Expertae toties loca foeta furentibus Austris
Non iterum libeat vastum tentare profundum.
Ergò agè, dum faciles tranquilla silentia Ponto
Indulgent Venti, stratâque aequaliter undâ
Aequora tuta jacent; Portum rapiamus: Agetur,
Tros Tyriusve siet, nullo discrimine Regi.
Vel si tantus amor belli renovare labores;
Nec labor in fine est, nondum manus ultima Bello
Imposita est, Umbras patitur dum Crassus inultas;
Ilium in Italiâ est, dives juga spernit Iberus,
Ostentans terras Anglorum caede madentes.
Si Trojae fatis aliquid jam restat agendum;
En Laertiades! illi cadat Hostia Troja,
Qui mores hominum, plures qui viderit Urbes,
Cautiùs & voces Sirenum vitat Ulysse.
ANglia, Caefar, apud se non est; hospes & Hagae
Londinum est, Londini Anglia & est reliqua.
Ante pedes Domini supplex provolvitur, orans
Neptunus primùm subditus esse Tibi.
Se Deus huic Tamisis sociat; non creditur uni
Rex, quem vix omnes Dii potuêre dare.
Princeps Magne veni, deerit non Regia, Opésve
Hîc reduci Tibi; Coelum est ubicúnque Deus.
Anglia se totam Tibi dat Tua, praedia, tecta
Et nummos; solas Te sibi servat opes.
Divis Thura, Tibi Reditus Mars abstulit unus;
Iidem Te spoliant aedibus atque Jovem,
Jam Vobis hominum sacrantur pectora utrisque;
Sors eadem, Caesar, Te manet atque Deos.
Quo me fata ferunt? studia in contraria totus
Distrahor, egrediar nescius an maneam.
Rector solve ratem; post binos sufficit annos
Vt videam, intereà vix videant reliqui
CAROLE magne, redi; nil Te suspiria tangunt
Crebra togatorum? CAROLE magne, redi.
Occidit infelix Academia; stridula Athenis
Vixit ab egressu Noctua, Phoebe, Tuo.
Nos fuimus Troes, cujus peregrinus & exul
Non poteris, Caesar, non meminisse loci.
Si servire Tibi valeant suspiria, ad oras
Naviget à Batavis hisce carina tuas.
Viximus (& pudet hoc) sine Sole aut sydere talpae:
Dilexit tenebras gens malesana suas.
At venit è coelo vox clara revertito Pellex,
Hactenus & veniam, si modo quaeris, habes.
Gratior accedas indulgentissime Regum,
Vlterius noli nectere, Clare, moras.
Opticus Oxoniae nervus distenditur usque
Ad spasmum, nec dum CAROLE magne venis?
Aspicis Halcyonas Te circum Aquilasque volantes,
Gutture dum tremulo Te Philomela vocat:
Dum Tibi
[...] ferunt cornicula, turdus, alauda;
Et picae incipiunt dicere, Caesar, Ave?
Aspicis immensum ludentem littore cetum,
Dum Te Delphines sollicitant, ut ament?
Aemulus expectans mediis Neptunus in undis
Increpat; invitat Te Venus orta mari.
Nec dum vela dabis? nec conspiciendus in Aulâ?
Nec Te littus habet? nec mare? vae! quid agam?
Ferte opium, Medici, montana papauera ferte,
Vt Dominum ostendant somnia grata meum.
Sufficit— aspexi, vultusque ad littora tendit,
Fronte gerens,
Veniam dando supremus Ego.
Eia venit, venit, Ascanius, cui flamma coruscans
Illaesà circum tempora caesarie.
Nunc scombrus, muraena, halec, hippurus, oniscus
Contendunt quis sit promptior obsequio.
Aufugiunt Rhombi procul hinc, Vitulique marini,
Jurati quòd Res-publica sit melior.
Accedit Remora huc cautè & super aequora saltans,
Obsum aliis, inquit, profuero ipsa Tibi:
Nil opus est rectore; ratis se diriget ipsam,
Et Dominum in portum sponte superba vehet.
Vexit, & elatum tollens ad Numina vultum
Rex pius exclamat, Desuper omne bonum est.
It clamor coelo, populique volatilis eccho;
Malleolum quis non perdidit auriculae?
Exultant montes, atque alta cacumina flectunt:
Aspirant valles, Liliaque alba ferunt.
Prodiga regales fingit natura colores,
Annuit & viridis, luxuriatque Ceres.
Expandunt se sponte rosae, cupidique tueri,
Quis novus hic hodie SOL, radiusque, rogant,
Haec (prae laetitiâ impatiens) effata, cucurrit
Ad socias, cantans haec duo Terpsichore:
Sis bonus O felixque tuis, Clarissime Princeps,
Vive Pater Patriae Maxime, vive diu.
POst Tenebras fulgent horrendas Lumina nostri
Phoebi: noctem atram clara Dies sequitur.
Infernus Regem non possit Laedere Sacrum,
Pro Quo Rex Regum Fortia Bella gerit.
Omnes ad CAROLUM Referant Donaria Musae
Qui Templum Illarum Protegit, atque DEI.
EXpiranti agno similis, cum victima duris
Succubuit fatis Anglia tota suis:
Angelus accessit, mutata est hostia, ferrum
Ante nocens, laesi Numinis ultor erit.
Aequior affulsit laetis Astraea Britannis
Stella index solis, nuncia Regis erat.
Ille Heros meritò grandi praenomine gaudet,
Audis, Rex, noster Jupiter; Ille, Stator.
Pone tuum iratum fulmen, digneris, Olivam
Vt mites Aquilae pacis in ore ferant.
Conantur fluctus signatas edere voces,
Regalis
(que) oris posse referre sonos:
Vnda haud nata loqui stomachatur murmure, ab ore
Spumantes
(que) iras evomit illa suas.
Nempe dolet, cum tot capitum sit sola Magistra
Quod Regem affari lingua negata sibi est.
Vocalis fieret riparum in margine arena,
Ni vestris impar laudibus illa foret.
Nostris nemo oris accessit gratior Hospes,
India pro naulo est victima parca tuo.
DEdisce luctus, questibus parcas tuis
Britanna tellus; vivimus tandem: redit
Augustus exul CAROLVS. Quanquam sumus
Infanda passi, huc omnis adveniat dolor,
Civilis ardor Martis, & bello truci
Disrupta foedera, & decennalis furor,
Angliaque toties caede fraternâ rubens:
Vigorna clades, Scotia infelix cadens,
Cum fida tandem praestitit regi manum:
Generosa pubes fraude Salsburiae occidens,
Et Punica veniat illa Moltonae fides,
Vltimaque motus Cestria ostentet suos;
His & beata Martyrum accedat cohors,
Et quicquid hauserat tyrannus sanguinis.
Redeunte nobis Caesare & damna & neces
Juvat pacisci: scelera sic constant bene.
[...],
[...].
[...].
[...]
[...].
CRedimus Historico, quòd te (ter Maxime) nato
Emicuit medio stella corusca die;
Cùm Tibi jam mediâ Fortunam aetate renasci
Vidimus; & seros prosiluisse Deos.
Cingite jam postes lauro: Mactate Juvencos
Candentes: Fument altaria rite Tonanti.
Signet Cressa diem. Rutupinis appulit oris
Caesar, & Alma quies: Caesar, qui limina Jani
Claudet, & adversos fraenabit carcere ventos.
Anglia Delos erat, ventis jactata per undas:
CAROLE sin jubeas, Thetidis requiescet in ulnis.
Non posthac Reges Leo Neustricus impetet ungue;
Pro plectro nunquam pulsabit barbiton ense
Discors Jerna suam: non punget Carduus Anglos
(Orcas picta) tuus: nec vestro Lilia tabo
Nostra bibent minium, Tyrios ut lana rubores.
CAROLVS an superest? superest: & Virbius oras
Hasce petet, nimbos si stringant Lappones utre.
Anglia quem luxit, nunc est inventus Osiris.
Paean! tunc nullo scindentur vomere cristae;
Foeta nec armatis horrescent messibus arva,
Vt Thebanus ager galeato milite plenus.
Ast is non solus rediit: Glovernius Heros
Dux
(que) Brigantiacus nostra potiuntur arenâ.
Ter gemini fratres! proles ter maxima mundi!
(Sive magis placeat) Vos, ô tria fulmina belli!
Vivite: tunc Curios & Horatia Roma silebit
Nomina, cum Vestrûm praescribet pagina famae.
Isiacis undis Gangem Rhenum
(que) bicornem
Jungite Vincendo. Videat Sol cuncta Britanna.
Felix Arrna Dei! gemini cui limina mundi
Scire datur, soli
(que) duplex fortuna probata est;
Advenit iste dies, vitam qui contulit, idem
Porrigat Imperium, regni & Diadema Britanni.
Euboicos annos tibi nebunt, CAROLE, Parcae:
Extendent triplici & firmatam stamine vitam.
Sed cum lassatus cedes, fuperabis Olympum,
Et nova Borboniae succedes
[...] coronae,
Ut posito hoc sceptro praesis Jovialibus astris.
QUis novus Angligenis fatorum nascitur ordo,
Explicet ut verso stamine Parca colos?
Quae capite abscisso truncum atque informe cadaver,
Purpureo jacuit gramine pondus iners;
Conclamata olim recipit sibi posthuma vitam,
Et superest tumulo terra Britanna suo.
Nuperne ad nostras venit Podalirius oras?
Aut etiam Phoebo charus Iapys adest?
An Medea suos admovit Cholchica succos?
Aut flexit vetito carmine Thressa Deos?
Fallimur: in terras melior delapsus Apollo
Nostrum paeoniâ sustulit arte malum.
Non etenim strumis tantum tumidisque medetur
Ulceribus, CAROLI fit panacea MANUS.
SAt damnis fatoque datum: nunc laetior udo
Abstergas lachrymas ore, Britanne, tuas.
Belgarum rediture sedes in littore Caesar:
Improba sed felix aura moratur iter.
Cede aliò nimium votis adverse Favoni;
Jam veri Zephyro gratior Eurus erit.
Gratior Eure veni;
quid gaudia nostra moraris,
Caesare venturo? gratior Eure veni.
Vel Zephyro jam flante redi: tibi flamina plebis
Spiritus, & ventos prospera vota dabunt.
HEnricus junxisse Rosas & Regna Jacobus
Fertur, sed CAROLUS (quanta haec victoria) corda
Dissociata diu bellis Civilibus, unit.
Arma, Togae, Cives, Equites, Proceresque, Patresque,
Spe pleni properant venienti occurrere Regi.
Aspirant aurae, Populo plaudente, secundae
Ut redeat salvus, Christo simul Auspice Regnet;
Pacatosque regat patriis virtutibus Anglos.
FEssa suis, non victa, malis generosa refurgit,
Anglia, & adventu est nobilitata tuo.
Non aliter, noctis quem suppressêre renebrae,
Flos levat afflictum, sole tepente, caput.
Invictum fortunâ animum, mentemque potentem
Exilio & sceptro sensimus esse parem.
Quàm Regem peritura suum gens ambit, & in te
Discordis populi se magis unit amor.
Cernimus è nostro nascentem turbine pacem:
Spumea sic Venerem, credo, procella dedit.
AEFfraenis Phaëthon currûs Auriga negati,
Ab Jove perculsus, mergitur Eridano:
Exere Phoebe caput, diffunde per Aethera lumen;
Eripiens tenebris pectora nostra suis.
Astraque Phaeboeae quot cernas aemula flammae,
Nata Lycaonii nempe sub igne Poli,
Obtenebres; Nactusque tui moderamina Plaustri,
Diducas longos, & sine nube, dies.
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EHeu! vibrantem fulmina dexteram
Sat, Summe coeli, agnovimus, Arbiter;
Insontis & crimen cruoris
Sat luimus, viduata Tellus.
Vix arva nostris ebria caedibus,
Foecunda rubro rore, queant dare
Innoxiam messem: Quae cicatrix
Vulnera vix tegit, usque cruda!
Quàm triste nostris incubuit Chaos
(Quanta exterorum fabula! qui jocus!)
Rebus: Flagrans Hydrae impotentis
Mista furor dedit ima summis.
Lymphata caeco turbine pectora
Ut aestuârunt in vetitum nefas,
(Pestem velut Dite evomenti)
Omne sacrum temerante dextrâ.
Heu! nostra puppis quos vaga vortices
Per fluctuosum sustinuit mare,
Frustrantem (ineptos quam!) labores
Utopiam Oceanamve quaerens:
Coelique tristes & pelagi minas
Saeva ora Scyllae, saxa rapacia
Enavigans vix, in sinum (Rex)
Se recipit lacerata vestrum.
Te (Phoebe noster) Te, radiis novis,
Mersae ruinis tristibus Angliae
Frontem serenante, illa lucem
Mox oculis rediviva libat.
Et corda quantis laetitiis micent,
Non infideles prodimus Indices,
Gentis relucentes Ocelli,
Ille Sinister & iste Dexter.
Et nos, in altum surgere quos vetans
Ignava moles obsidet, ad facem
Vestram exciti, cygnos petentes
Aethra procul sequimur volatu.
Qualiter exurgit vaga post sua funera Corpus,
Extremâ resonante Tubâ: simul undi
(que) Partes
Currunt, & quas Vermis habet, quas
(que) alluit undis
Tramite multivago Piscis, quas & rapit Aer
Lascivus
(que) agitat Ventus: coeuntia membra
Dum proprias repetunt sedes, compagibus aptis
Ilia dum Cordi, Capiti pes, viscera Trunco
Redduntur figenda suo: Non Fata manebunt
Nos alia (O Gentis Decus & spes vnica nostrae
CAROLE votorum Princeps & Rex animorum)
Dum tua sic fulgent, animant sic ora, beant
(que)
Et quasi Sol nobis defunctos erigis Anglos.
En! toties toto divisa Britannia mundo
Se parat in Reditum! Dabit (inquit) Gallia nostros
At
(que) meos reddet natos Lutetia, Patrem
Quae non restituit, quae non mihi reddere Regem
Expiranti ausa est; mittent Veneti
(que) Britannos,
Olim cognatos, qui jam nimis (ah nimis!) aegre
(Antenor veluti nostri Brutus
(que) Parentes)
Me procul à Patria sedes petiere quietas.
At
(que) diu nimium (dabit haec Hollandia dicta)
Flandria sic referet) nimium miseranda diú
(que)
Te tenui quondam mea Fautrix Anglia! Tandem
Siqua mei possunt jurare in foedera Venti,
Si Deus ille meis Neptunus regnat in undis,
Breda Caput sacrum dabit & dabo Belgia Corpus.
Audierant jam vota viri; qualis
(que) remotis
Aggeribus ruit & cursum petit unda priorem,
Insilit Angliacus, quasi Gensforet, altera coetus;
Et venit in Patriam nova Patria. Convenit Anglus
Francus, & Hispanus, Germanus, Belga, Danúsque
Vno Italus
(que) Foro: qualés
(que) Babelis in ortu
Fraternos vultus poterant agnoscere Fratres
At linguam non scire novam: Talem videt omnis
Anglum Anglus, Frater Fratrem, vultu
(que) fatetur
Esse suum, at diversa & non sua murmura nescit.
Mirantés
(que) omnes Cadmeium se genus esse
Aut se Myrmidonas clamant, ex tempore factos.
Vox diversa Virûm est, Vox & diversa Deorum:
Nam ferit insolito Neptunus littora fluctu,
Vt tua (Rex!) melius resonent Encomia; Plausus
Iste sonus meus est & Proclamatio dicit,
Sic CAROLO redeunte Thetis saltat mea; Fluctus
Huc, illuc remeate omnes, & Caesare dignam
Fingite Naumachiam in sese volventibus undis.
Triton adesto, omnes, inquit, mihi collige Fluctus;
Huc, huc, ite Amnes, vires conferte: Pigebit
Delphinem sic posse meum, Piscem Citharoedum
Tergore squamato deducere Ariona, Regem
Me non ferre domum. Volat Aeolus ocyor aurâ,
Has velut extremas voces emitteret, unde
Sic CAROLO gratetur ovans: tanquam omnia Numen
Sponte reliquisset sua subterranea Regna,
Et Regi nostro jam subjicienda dedisset
Antra velut Domino meliori: fregerat omnes
Flando Deus vires, Populus nisi laetus adesset,
Et Ventos votis, lacrymis & adauxerat undas.
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Phaebe, qui lucis pater & diei
Dirigis motus redeuntis anni;
Tu
(que) quae flammas dominaris inter
Luna minores,
Conscii victos removete vultus:
Sol novus Ponto exoriens Britanno
Angliae laetum radiante fundit
Vertice lumen.
Vos triumphales per inane flammae
Libero passim volitate crine;
Nubium peplo fugitiva vultum
Sidera condunt.
Quatuor lustris agitatus oestro
Nescius recti populus, furorem
Deserens, ad se redit, & peracti
Poenitet aevi.
Jam satis terris Phaethon furentes
Effero cursu jaculatus ignes;
Scande quadrigas, tua Caesar ambit
Fraena Britannus.
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VErè Rotantis post tot Oceanae vices,
Tandem Secundus Caesar Albionem petit.
'Talem vel ipse Caesarem Brutus velit,
Et hunc Monarcham tristis optaret Cato.
Quascúnque laudes Julii mendax stylus,
Gladiusve dederat, fata debebunt Jovi
Meliora nostro; more nunc alio trahit
Populos volentes, vinculum & cordi ligat.
O qui priusquam veneras gentem domas,
Rex Incruente, ut dignus imperio fores,
Si sceptra pietas ipsa vel virtus daret!
Vt quaeque, si quid corporis pulchrum fuit,
Accommodavit Virgo Phidiacae Deae,
Natura cunctas praebuit dotes simul,
Quas inter omnes jactat humanum genus.
Jam non Ibero Thamesis invideat Tago;
Redeunte Carolo, perdit Hispanus semel
Potiora quàm quae dives Americus dedit.
Vix maria patitur Insula impatiens morae;
Et si tenaces Carolum Belgae negent,
Mox Continenti rursus occurret suo.
Cum Te recipiet, ipse Neptunus Tibi
Tradet Tridentem, cupiet & Tanto Duci
Praestare quod non annulo Adriaco solet.
Circum Argonautas Halcyon frequens strepet;
Regalis Aquila, & Armiger quondam Jovis
Murare Dominum fertur, & servit Ti bi:
Ambo Laconum Sidera aspicies simul;
Canétque, sed non noxium, Siren melos.
Te fida revocat Ithaca, Jam Lotum exspue,
Europa quicquid habeat aut orbis simul
Tecum reducas: ecco Vocales rates
Dodona mittit; maria Tritonis tubâ,
Coelumque resonat, Scylla sed nocens tacet.
Suum salutent garrulae quercus Jovem,
Et per Britannos aereae turres sonum
Veterem resumant; cúmque persolvit Tuas,
Et longa Lachesis debitas Patri colos;
Cum non honori aut laudibus restet locus,
Redeas Olympo
serus, at Nobis
citò:
Nec alia, quàm quae Symbolum Moncki geret,
Eboracensis vigeat in Tumulo Rosa.
CIves Hymetti, quid juvat acriter
Rivis amoenis prata recentia
Libare, flavo plena melle,
Aurea cum reditura secla?
Tandem Secundum fulgida nemini
Ornant Coronae Sidera Carolum,
En usque formosae ad diei
Invidiam, opprobriumque solis.
Fas inquietis compita plau sibus
Implere, Terram spargere floribus,
Dum victor (etsi non cruentus)
Promeritos agitet triumphos.
Mentem cupido quàm stimulat piam
Laudum supremis tollere te modis,
Furtum Deorum! at vana fatum,
Icare, vota tuum coercet.
Macte acer Heros, macte, decus tuis
Exsurge, votis neu tua publicis
Tutela desit; euge, laetis
Aggredere auspiciis honores.
IN Formas mutata novas, & mille figuras,
Anglia jam requiem lassa Rotando petit.
Scilicet experta est methodos moderaminis omnes,
Historiis quotquot Graecia, Roma docent.
Perfida Cec
[...]opum Gens fertur Simia facta,
Inter nos habuit Fabula prisca fidem.
At fugiunt umbrae, CAROLUS dum surgit, & ignis
Abripiet nugas Oceanista Tuas.
QVaeritis, unde novo diffusum lumine coelum
Rideat? invisas quidve fugârit aquas?
Cur liquidus nullis agitetur flatibus aer?
Cur placidum tacitis stet mare littoribus?
Almáve cur posito tellus squallore virescat,
Et se purpureis floribus induerit?
Quid quaeque exultet ramis frondentibus arbos?
Cur solitum repetat garrula carmen avis?
Non hîc causa fuit reflexo sidere Phoebus,
Nec vaga roriferis Cynthia luminibus.
Sed modo Rex petit (olim exul) sua regna triumpho,
Atque hujus sacrum nomen ubique sonat.
serVs aD CaelƲMeas.
CArole, quid differs sceptrum tibi sumere? jam nun C
Arma silent. I, pace tene dignissima sceptr A
Regnorum; ut meritis resonet tibi plausibus aethe R.
Omnia laetantur, dum CAROLUS omine faust O
Lustratur patriae fines, nunc invidiae se L
Vertitur in plausus, quòd protegit omnia nut U.
Sceptriger, exclament, Vivat Rex CAROLUS omne S.
SCeptra reviviscunt, nec sunt viduata patroni S,
Tu Dominus, tu Rex; tanto sub principe gauden T,
Ex quo libertas: nulli nudantur honor E,
Vivida sub Regis dum floret gloria vult U.
Anglia dum gemuit tutelâ principis orb A,
Regia Majestas aliâ regione vagatu R
Tristia passa, tamen palma ut depressa resurgi T;
Ventum est ad Regni solium (mirabile dict U)
Sceptra tenet, mentes gnarus fraenare superba S.
QVid sic, deliciae Angliae, moraris?
Nec dum, Rex, ades? impotens fatigat
Expectatio Caesarem videndi.
Vulgo compita Cantii replentur,
Londinumque Britanniam recepit.
Miramur Doroberniae tumultus,
Et ponto magis aestuare littus.
Te poscunt juvenes, & augurantur
Externos duce CAROLO triumphos.
Te poscit reducem gravis senectus,
Te votis onerat, tuoque gestit
Aspectu moriens beare lumen.
Sexus te vocat omnis, omnis aetas.
Quid sic, deliciae Angliae, moraris?
NOn sunt Rex, duo lustra, quod (at meminisse pudebit
Quaesisti ignotas terras erraticus ales.
Suppetias praebente tibi muliere, sed unâ;
Veste latens servi, nullo comitante tuorum
Evadis tandem externas vix salvus ad oras:
At hunc (sic numen compensat dedecus istud)
Ad solium remeas, & reddita regna resumis
Stipatus regnis: populus, procerésque, patrésque
Deseruere lares, tua dum vestigia quaerunt,
Ut lateri adsistant, ereptáque sceptra reponant.
Nunc & lege opus est crebras prohiberc cohortes,
Hic solus metus est, tantâ ductante catervâ,
Blandum nè patiare malum, nè noxia fiant
Officia, & nimio oppressus laedaris amore.
Anglia in adversas se tota effundit arenas,
Ad profugum profuga est, densisque affectibus instans
Regis ut exilium injustum conversa rependat,
Deportat sese, Respublicaque exulat ipsa.
CAROLE, sume tuam, fidentèr sume Coronam;
(Sit licet augurii saepè corona mali.)
Nam fugêre tui nunc cuncta pericula Regni,
Bella, rapina, doli, funus, & exilium.
Nulla tibi jam spina manet, felicia spondet
Omnia, quàm capiti fit levis illa tuo!
Incipiunt aliis sumpto Diademate curae,
Ante Tibi sumptum praeteriêre Tuae.
EN quam beatam Phoebus induxit diem!
Quâ nec priorem Maius, aut praesens parem
Conspexit Aetas; Ortus ex Boreâ novus,
Qui CAROLINUM pulchriùs Plaustrum invehit,
Adest Bootes; lacteam stravit viam,
Quâ fluctuosum Sydus, & toties vagans
Totidem per orbes, orbe figatur suo:
Aquilone tandem est aliquod exortum boni.
Iô Britanni concinant, Iô Scoti,
Resonent Hyberni
[...] nec minus suum.
Cruore tinctae Regicidarum manus,
Spoliisque plenae, clade periêrunt nova;
Timidusque praedam deserit Raptor suam.
Egit triumphos, caede sublatâ, suos
CAROLUS, & unâ voce Regium Malum
Sanavit absens: Qui laborârunt priùs
Capite Britanni, seu (quod absurdum est magis)
Caput abstulerunt, convalescentes fovent.
Cardine reverso, Principem qui dixerat
Nuper Tyrannum populus, agnoscit Deum.
CAROLUS STUARTUS, Dei Gratiâ Mag. Brit. Fran. Hib. Rex. Anagramma, Dei Gratiâ LUX RURSUS ORTA EST Mag. Brit. Fran. AC Hib.
ANglìa gestit ovans: quot enim sine Sydere Nocte
Nescia transegit! quot sine Sole Dies!
Cimmeriis plusquam tenebris obducta latebat
Gloria Regnorum spes
(que) relicta trium:
At, spirante Deo, postquam dimoverat Vmbras,
Reddidit Augusto Phosphorus Ille Diem;
Jam
(que) serenatis clara
Est Lux Orta Britannis
Rursus, & in proprio Jupiter orbe micat;
Ille Planeta simul bis Sex pervenit ad Annos,
Mox redit in punctum, quod superabat, idem.
Sic rursus Patrias dignatur visere sedes,
Almâ Luce nitens, Anglica Stella Jovis;
Neve Planetarum posthaec numerabitur unus,
Stella sed in stabili Fixa, sedensque Throno.
Si dignum tanto decorari Nomine Carmen,
Eloqueretur ovans, CAROLUS Alter adest:
Alter adest! Patri solum virtute Secundus,
In popuii votis Primus ubique sonat;
Namque adeo rutilant CAROLINI signa Favoris,
Ut, quasi SOL oriens, singula corda trahat.
Ite Triumphales igitur, nuncite Cohortes
Regis in occursum, Plebs, proceresque ruant;
Tu quoque Caesareâ pro Majestate
videndo
Victor adi, primum dic, pie Caesar, Ave.
Tunc inter septem CAROLINA vocaberis Astra
Octavum, & reliquis Lucifer unus eris.
En! Tibi venturo mittit Gens quaeque salutem,
CAROLE, salvificas Gensque Togata Preces;
Scilicet ut, quando superâsti Nestoris Annos,
Ad cognata tibi Sydera serus eas.
DEsinat innumeris turgescere Roma Trophaeis,
Et spectatores Pisa referre Deos.
Te mare, Te Tellus, te poscunt omnia; felix
Cui reducem spargat CAROLUS ore diem!
Horrueram ventos incertaque sydera nautis,
At ratis & regni tu Cynosura tui.
Qualiter ingratâ lassus gladiator arenâ,
Depresso Stygias pollice vid
[...]t aquas,
Vivimus: at nostras superat tua fama camoenas,
Sic pallent ipsi Phoebus & Astra Jovi.
Numina te servent semper; quod Creta Tonanti,
Graecia Tyndaridis, sint tria regna-tibi.
MUsa quae cantus mihi congruentes
Suggerat, laeto simul & dolenti?
Duplicem fortem calamus referre
deficit unus.
Improbo quondam populus furore
Regiam stirpem violavit; ipsa
Aula transmigrans peregrina quaerit,
Exule Rege.
Exteris omnes procerum cohortes
Gentibus reddunt decus; ast honores
Sordidi nobis cumulantur Anglis
Militis ense.
Angliae qualis sine Rege vultus?
Vidimus talem, capite indigentes
Ferre cervices, humerosque nudos
Stipitis instar.
Quilibet tandem proprium pudorem
Publico coetu putat eminere,
CAROLUS, clamans, redeatsecundus,
Proximus haeres.
Dives optatam vehit unda navem
Quâ reportatur caput Anglicanum:
Hinc trahit votum populi, propellit
Ventus & illinc.
Ora quam felix fuit ista cujus
Osculum vestris pedibus dabatur;
Hoc & à vestris manibus Poeta
Sapphicus optat.
QUod fuerint multa contenti nocte Britanni,
Instar prodigii est: en tibi majus adest.
Sol novus è mediis rutilum caput extulit undis,
Illico vel minima est noxque negata viris.
CAEsar! securus pelago committe fideli
Classem; prostrati jam nulla pericula ponti:
Depositum tam grande, & quâ de gente, profundo
Esse datum ut sensit, motas compescuit undas
Neptunus; cunctos occlusit & Aeolus utres,
Aestiva nisi qui placatè flaret ab ortu.
Et sopita domi est rabies, quâ vulgus anhelo
Sub pulmone putres agitabat mobile flatus,
Aut minùs innocuis aliquando furoribus actus
Arripuit cives, quae sanguine tingeret, Arma;
Dum malè sollicito quaerit sua damna labore,
Quaeque magis proprio quondam variabilis aestu
Insula, nec circumpositis constantior undis,
Terra diu firma est; Te justâ aetate renato
Mense tuo, fixa est: Delos ut, Apolline nato.
Nec Doctrinarum, prout olim, flatibus acti
Aversis quatimur, nunc rarus spiritus inflat
(Ficta quibus pietas) paucos Fanaticus Anglos.
Sic Sole exorto pelluntur nubila Coelo:
Oderunt Lemures inimicum lumen; & auctum
Excipit ore Diem exhalante Tenebrio diras.
Vidimus optati dudum praenuntia Veri,
Sydera per culmen Tibi colluxisse diei,
Editus in lucem cum non durantibus effes
Auspiciis, passus vitâ fera Fata priore,
Ut reliquâ melius sapiant tua Laeta; malorum
Gnarus quo miseris nobis succurrere discas.
Tot Metamorphoses Regimen quibus arte Malignâ
Deformabatur, decantet Naso; vel aevis
Quisquis habebatur priscis mendacior illo.
Tot quae pertulimus nullo discrimina rerum
Usu (sed quae Tu, multo) cantet Maro; vel si
Quisquam alius vatum reperitur grandior illo.
At Musae liceat tenui spectare Triumphum;
Et, cum turba praeit, festas attollere voces:
Ad Tua, moxque Tuos redeunti occurrere versu,
Et gestire animo, secum haec & pauca precari:
(Novimus esse pio gratissima munera Regi.)
Non adeat Thronum Adulator, tria Regna nec Hostis;
Urbem non intret Pestis, nec Spina Coronam.
ABdita quae fuerat, tandem Cynosura refulget,
Regalesque regit regia stella rates.
Sit tua, Rex, cunctis circumdata piscibus Argo,
Det remoras tantum Namen abesse rati.
Neptunus tumidus ponat sua tela trisulca,
Quae fuerant regnis, GAROLE, danda tuis.
Scilicet undarum rector vix aequora mulcet;
Te mare, te tellus, te tria regna colunt.
QUòd tàm sero tuis, Rex CAROLE, redderis oris
Nec fruitur vultu gens inimica tuo:
Hoc patriae vitium est: cùm Te malus expulit error,
Visa suis nimium est luxuriare bonis.
Sic saepe assuetos lux candidida stringit ocellos,
Numinibusque ipsis nausea Nectar erit.
Non prius externas fueras jactatus in oras,
Ancipiti errabat quin tua terra pede.
Mox in nativos coepit saevire Penates,
Urbs ut diripitur milite capta manu.
Nomine sculpta tuo fiunt odiosa metalla,
Sed nec opes cunctis, quae placuêre, placent.
Sacrum Regis erat tunc detestabile Nomen,
Coepit ubi in rabidam degenerare feram.
At nunc prisca suis vitiis suspiria ducit,
Jamque suas repetit, quae latuêre, preces.
Charior es, cum jam Te nostra pericla reducunt,
Et magè suppetias scis patiendo dare:
Et quae Te ducit violenta per aequora navis,
In dubios fluctus, in mare pejus agit.
Nereu pone minas, extendat carbasa ventus,
Delphinésque natent ad cava terga ratis:
Nec scopulum attingas, scopulo constantior ipso,
Alba, vides, pandit lintea; terra Tibi
Et quae scena fuit pugne, fit pacis Arena,
Solùm sub pedibus gens tua strata jacet.
Cum terram attigerit Caesar, terram ipse salutat,
Currit in amplexus sed tua terra tuos.
Vive diu, possis felicior esse Parente,
Non erat at Patriae major in orbe Pater.
CAROLE magne, veni, quid gaudia nostra moraris?
Tot populi moveant vota precesque Tui:
Jam Tibi terra patet, proprio patet & mare regi,
Agnoscunt dominum terra, fretumque suum.
I, propera, impavidusque tuas pete regna per undas,
Oceanus regem gestit adesse suum:
Te veniente omnes ad puppim tendere fluctus,
Aspicis, ante pedes prostitui
(que) tuos;
Te
(que) salutato vicibus subsidere; turbae
Unda salutantum dum dare visa locum.
Securus tentes, & Caesare tutior, aequor:
Hunc vexit regem, te vehit, unda, suum:
Sed Deus incolumem referat, nobisque benignus
Servet in exiguâ sic tria regna rate.
ERgo redis? patriaeque iterum gentique Britannae
Conclamate olim CAROLE sospes ades?
Estis iô superi! nuper tua fat a vicesque
Suadebant coeli dedidicisse fidem.
Excussit dextrâ sceptrum Tibi barbara pubes,
Miles & ignotas jussit adire domos.
Pulsa sequebatur Pietas, & Caesaris illud
Nec minus exilium relligionis erat.
Una ruina Deos atque una altaria pressit;
Numina cum Templis praecipitata suis.
O quam gratus ades! jam laeta Britannia jactat
In Terris reduces Te redeunte Deos.
INsolitus nostros feriit Quis splendor ocellos?
Surgit ab Oceano Sol novus (Angle) Tuo?
Discessit deforme Chaos, mersusque tenebris
Non expectatum miror adesse jubar.
Sentio nempe Tuum (Caesar Britannice) numen
Quo nobis gratos dasque facisque dies.
Quod si Persarum gentes Tè forte viderent,
Non facerent Soli (CAROLE) sacra suo.
Tu vix Exul eras Patriis semotus ab oris,
Exilium passa est patria terra Tuum.
Te reducem nobis quae felix attulit unda?
Istas O utinam tangeret Isis aquas.
Illa ratis, quae Te vexit, dignissima fiat
Quae foret in medio (CAROLE) fixa polo.
Heu quot passus eras Terrae pelagique labores,
Quos aequare Tui nescit arena maris?
Jam liceat dubitare, pii mors impia patris
An mage martyrium, vel Tua vita fuit.
Regna tenent alii saxo vel limite clausa,
Ignorant fines dum Tua sceptra suos.
Subjectas mentes (& sic Deus imperat) unus
Tu potes imperio (Caesar) habere Tuo.
De statione Tuâ Te non movet India, nescit
Expugnare Tuam Gallia tota fidem.
Sic coelos sic Regna Jovis pietate mereris,
Indignus regno ne videare Tuo.
Hoc exopto Tibi, post tot discrimina, posse
Annos Te Patris vivere, posse Tuos.
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ADgalli cantum pavefit leo torvus: at omnes
Hic Leo, qui Gallos terreat, unus adest.
CRede mari, ventísque; magìs mutabilis olim
Qui fuit, & Populo, CAROLE, crede tuo.
Diis etenim audaces amor est servare carinas;
Et vulgo amissos moris amare bonos.
Anglia Te reducem cupidis amplectitur ulnis;
Ad se cùm rediit turba, redire potes.
Corda, preces, plausus, tibi mittit dona; Coronam
Nulla intertexet spina deinde Tuam.
PLus solito fulgent mihi sydera; floret & annus:
Prata meri risus, & nemus omne jocus.
Tempestas eadem est, nova sunt haec Tempora; noster
CAROLUS est Sol, Ver, Gaudia, Laetitiae.
Quin faex Averni, spuma Cerberi canis,
Scelerum cloaca spurca spurcitie magis,
Gemelle coeno foetor, in quem Symbolam
Congessit omne stercorarium suam;
Propago cerea Loiolae, nimis bene
Referens parentem, caedibus, furtis, dolis;
Ferina monstra, quae solens ultrò colit
Megaera, vobis viperis faciens suis,
Fugit
(que) longè; nec potentius lue
Aequà venenum mente sustinet suâ;
Exeste porro, Redditur coelo dies,
Titan
(que) vultu jam suo tandem micat;
CAROLVS revertit, non ut armatâ manu
Chaos togatum purpuratorúm ulcerum,
Quod nos Senatum modo jocati diximus,
Timere quondam jussit, & fulmen manu
Vtra
(que) librans, tanto hirudinum gregi
Tutam negavit esse per scelus viam;
Sed pace com
[...]te, mitis, & similis sui,
Avi
(que) similis, cujus ad nutum minas
Posuit Gradivus, & per caeteras suos
Oliua gentes surculos duxit ferax.
Iô Triumphe! sentit Oceanus suum
Dominum Britannus, & genu flexo senex
Vtra
(que) Nereus temperat fluctus manu.
At invidendum proximi fatum maris
Livore pectus, Terra, nè cumulet tuum;
Te dulce pondus ambit, in te proruet
Ebrius amore, tu
(que) figes osculo
Nimis beata saepe repetito pedes.
Tu
(que) urbs, ocellus unicus tot urbium
Europa quotquot jactat, in cujus finu
Rex ille natus, maximum Regum decus,
Hodie renata, jam metus pones Tuos,
Audere disces, voce non fracta petens
Regi salutem, pestibus crucem Tuis.
Gratare coelum, Tu
(que) mens CAROLI Patris
Coelo recepta, (si quid istarum trahat
De faece rerum mens Deo soli vacans)
Gratare nobis; mille vexatam procis,
Sponsore demum
Monckio, ducit patriam
Tuus
(que) natus, & simul patriae parens;
Fave precanti, sic honesta pluribus
Aureola stellis Regium cingat caput.
Immense Rector, cujus auspicia timet
Vter
(que) mundus, qui manu doctâ vices
Rerum gubernas, tu suam Regi Angliam,
Anglis
(que) Regem reddis; ô! Sano diu
Illo fruantur, ut senectâ praegraves
Abavo nepotes mortuum jungant avum,
Jungant
(que) moesti; dum
(que) Te solo Duce
Augusta Sceptra librat ingenti manu,
Illustret orbem, Regibus melior bonis,
Malis
(que) major, nemini invisus probo,
Et inuidendus omnibus, prudens, pius,
Justus, simul
(que) fortis; ut sub Regio
Vmbone tuta lateat, heu nimis diu!
Afficta virtus, & suum tandem Ducem
Agnoscat ordo Musicus, nec amplius
Bellona dente literas atro petat.
Bene est, abunde est, crepuit à laevâ manu,
Fulgore sudus emicat dies novo,
Quin, fallor? aut audita de coelo meas
Beavit aures insolente vox sono?
Audita certè:
Rex sua semper Pios
Doctos
(que) Dextra Proteget, Regem Deus.
SE viduam extincto lugebat patria Rege,
CAROLE Te pulsum luget & orba Patrem:
Displicet ipsa sibi, queritur
(que) quod us
(que) supersit,
Cum rege, heu! poterat non sine morte frui.
Quam monstrosa sibi est se talem Protea cernens,
Et tua cum nequeat, jam velit esse nihil.
Te Rus, Te miles, Cives, Academia spirant;
Nec sine te venti carbasa nostra ferent:
Tu solus poteras fugientes sistere musas,
Et, vaga quas vellet tollere Turba, dare:
Vrbi pacem, Aulae
(que) decus, mores
(que) popello,
Oxonio Musas CAROLE redde suas.
Coeperat ut Phlegrae Campis Titania pubes,
Et Pallenaeis cedere victa jugis;
Vt super impositae subjectum Pelion Ossae
Corruit, & telis agmina pressa suis:
In Coelum rediere Dei. Mox undi
(que) plausu
F ama est extremos insonuisse polos.
CAROLE, Titanum similes experte tumultus,
Laeta suum excipiunt Te tua regna Jovem.
Tentati frustra post tot molimina fati,
Pristina jucundi vis redit Imperii:
Simplicitas, & Amor populi, moderata Potestas,
Patris Aví
(que) bonos pollicitura dies.
CAROLE, tute redux nobis haec cuncta reducis,
Hos tecum comites littora nostra tenent:
Auratâ te, Rex, donamus jure coronâ:
Sed tu plus nobis, Aurea secla dabis
Olaetum jubar, auream
(que) lucem!
Lectus littore te lapillus Indo
Signabit niveus nitente gemmâ;
Quantos foeta sinu geris triumphos?
Felix! quae CAROLVM exulem reducis;
Quae natalia CAROLI reportas:
Libertas simul aurei
(que) secli
Virtus nascitur, & redit Britannis.
Nobis festa dies, nimis
(que) laeta!
Totus te duce ferietur annus.
NOstri Atlas ter Magne Orbis! Cui Robur in Armis,
In
(que) Animis, geminos subdere posse Polos;
Regnorum, Mundi
(que) tremor! Quid plura? Modestâ
Fronte capit laudes Mens generosa suas.
Indulge, ô! vestras strepitu si turbet Olivas
Musa Caledonii nata sub axe Poli.
Quâ
(que) alios Tu luce soles hilarare, trementem
Me, me hilara Radiis (Candide Phoebe) Tuis
Dum cunctis Mansuetus ades; num forte rep ell ar
Tristis ab aspectu (Vespasiane) Tuo?
Comprime Te, Numen
(que) Tuum, ne nostra recurrat,
Ne nimio Vestri Numine Musa tremat.
POne Thetis fluctus Domino adventante Britanno,
Regis & ingenium sis imitata tui.
Aeolus Huic coelum, quod nobis Ille, serenet,
Et ventos melior Principis aura regat.
Vs
(que) serena licet fuerit nunc aequoris unda,
Non poterit Domino mitior esse suo.
Totos pande sinus redeunte, Britannia, Rege;
Pars regnâsse tuo pectore prima Throni est.
In regno posthac vigeat concordia nostro,
Sit Populus Regis, Rex populi
(que) salus.
Omnia felici succedant alite nobis;
Et caput hîc alam protegat, ala caput.
INter gratantes caream ne nomine vates,
Dicatur potius,
Carolus ecce venit.
Advena, sat dictum est; hujus modo praescius essem,
Fovissent vatem me tria regna suum:
Nescis fortè, sibi quid vult brevis ambitus iste;
Nunc pax, libertas, Anglia tuta manet.
Salve rex; quòd ades, soboles CAROLINA mereris,
Quodque aberas, nobis hoc mala gens meruit.
QUalis erat visu Romana per oppida Caesar,
Cum procul Odrysio Victor ab Orbe redît:
Talis ades nostrae pulchrè spectabilis Urbi,
Nos similes plausus, signáque laeta damus.
Damnavit duras malè victrix Anglia pugnas,
Rex ubi, bellorum gloria, victus erat.
Multiplices exosa vices stat, Maxime Princeps,
Anglia sub sceptro jam stabilita tuo.
Nil superest odii: nisi quòd lis sacra dierum
Orta est, judicio lis dirimenda tuo.
Nempe ortûs est bina tui lux conscia, partu
Sacrior haec, reditu sacrior illa tuo.
ANglia bis senos propè jam viduata per annos,
Et mole, & numero, visa est subiisse labores
Herculis, innumeras Hydras dum quolibet anno
Ostendi capite us
(que) novo nova monstra videret:
Adventûs nos fama Tui reficit
(que) fovet
(que)
CAROLE, dum reducem spirant praecordia Regem,
Dat populus, dat gratus eques, dat thura Senatus,
Te redeunte redit nobis Astraea, per omnem
Te comitata locum, de coelo scilicet ambo!
O precor in coelum serò venientibus annis
Te recipe, & vita sic aufer dedecus Anglis.
NUper ad Augustos dederat suspiria manes
Anglia, non ultrà fas doluisse fuit.
Annua secreti repetens Solennia luctûs,
Ingemit exilium CAROLE Magne Tuum:
Eheu! non licuit taciti dare signa doloris
Debita nec tanto Regia justa rogo:
Lex armata juber lacrymarum claudere rivos,
Obruta ne lacrymis terra Biltanna foret:
Attamen in vestors prona est Rex Magne triumphos,
Et satis in plau sus officiosa novos.
Quin etiam fundit lacrymas, suspiria ducit:
Nam facit ad reditum ventus & unda Tuum.
Aemula Pyramidum fulgent incendia passim:
Offerimus patriis thura preces
(que) focis.
Fit triplex regnum vestris Cynosura carinis,
Dirigat ut vestras unica flamma rates.
Non abit in pejus semper vitiosior aetas;
Nec quamvis semel est ferrea, semper erit:
Se fugit haec aetas, priscum
(que) recurrit in aurum,
Aurea nam, CAROLO jam redeunte, redit.
BEllorum assiduis jactata Britannia turbis
Ingemit, & pacem saepe fugâsse doler.
Nostra (ait) afflictis statio tutissima rebus,
Uno est sub CAROLO Principe nostra salus.
Dixit, & extemplò Regem diademate cinxit,
Et dedit imperii fraena tenere sui.
Hac mercede placent scelera ipsa; ad sceptra videntur
Tanto aliam Regi fata negâsse viam.
SIccine nos reddit salvos illustrior orbis
Gloria? sic pacem perficit, auget, alit?
Vel Caesar, vel Numen adest; En CAROLUS alter!
Qui miseris gratum lumen, opemque tulit.
Flevimus occasum CAROLI; jam plaudimus ortum,
Occasus quicquid perdidit, ortus habet.
QUi
Monkum vidêre Tuum, Rex CAROLE! quaerunt,
Praeeat an Phoebum nuncia stella suum.
Quam nequiit totus Scotorum exercitus, illam
A Scotis veniens attulit unus opem.
Te, Tibi quae fuerant vexilla minata, salutant:
Bombardae laetos jam didicêre sonos.
Vidimus intertexta tuo quot mira recessu,
CAROLE, tot reditum sunt comitata tuum.
Haec Tibi fortè tuae lusêre aenigmata stellae,
Vt novitate abeas hinc, redeasque pari.
Mirari se Te nequiisse reducere vulgus
Desinat, hanc laudem Dii voluêre suam.
QVis novus Arctophylax glaciali è cardine mundi
Sarracum CAROLI dux borealis agit?
Aspicis ut lentus submittat fraena Bootes,
Atque Helice pigros frigida jungat equos.
Angosco longè venientis Caesaris astrum,
Quod rutilum fido dirigit igne jubar.
Nec mora, consurgit praecinctus tempora flammis
Cynthius, & coeli lumina solus haber.
Jam verè minimâ contentus nocte Britannus:
Perpetuus CAROLO fit redeunte dies.
REx, & superstes? Praedo, Cromwelle! Expedi;
Visurus adsis Principem, Quem Tu facis
CAROLVM Secundum, Quem Deus Regem facit.
Testis Senatus, jura, gens, proceres, eques,
Mare, terra, venti, sylv
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quercus, (ô Jovi
Vtrique quercus sacra!) vis, hostis, dolus,
Vigilia, nox, elusus inferni furor.
Quota pars salutis
virgo? Forma pars quota est
Mentita
servum, utrisque nisi inesset Deus
Mundo daturus hinc salutem, hinc Angliae?
Quid populus autem? Nempe non Reges creat,
Sat habet probando Numinis mentem sequens.
I, curre populus turba vana!
Portae ruant
Meliore fato dum vir extrudit virum,
Mulierque foeminam urget ad spectaculum
Dignum senatu, plebe, militibus, Deo.
Subductus oculus, exul ubi Princeps redit,
Religio habetur; quisquis occulitur, nocet,
Et proditionis posthumae legitur reus.
Rex, & superstes? Angla gens revoca animum,
Tuosque vultus explica; quales geris
Sub sole verno Maia cum invitat pedes,
Fruiturque pulsu, cum ex sinu totam parit
Dulcedinem & risus: hoc est, Regem suum
Aequè innocentem cum revehat, ac cum dedit;
Ex Galliâ totum, integrum ex Hispaniâ.
EXoptata diu tandem lux fausta refulsit;
Audivêre preces superi, gemitusque Britannos;
Audivêre: sumus Diis cordi. Rege recepto
Damna juvant, piget haud plures tolerâsse dolores;
Nam nihil ô superi querimur: Decimatio, carcer,
Sanguineae Cromwelli artes, & trux laniena
Hâc mercede placent; omnes pensabit abund
Aerumnas, faciem CAROLI spectare regentis.
Quis poterit sperare bonum cumulatius? uno hoc
Plus dare nec Coelum valeat, nec Terra rogare.
Astraeam reducem, & Saturnia regna canamus,
Reddita sacra, Deos, leges, & pristina jura,
Exutumque jugum servile, abruptaque vincla
Ferrea, quae imposuit Britonum cervicibus aetas.
Sub CAROL I auspiciis meliora volumina Fati
Spondemus nobis; toto jam totus in anno
Maius erit, patriaeque Rosae propè Lilia matris
Florebunt vento immunes, hyemisque rigore:
Dumque anno ridente redis, Tu florida verna
Vere Tuo geminas, aeterno vere: resurget
In Te
[...]rutigenae gentis splendorque, decorque;
Vita expirantis patriae, columenque labantis.
ANglia tot dominis multos regnata per annos,
Anglia tot magnis undique fracta malis;
Cujus & à clavo Palinurum excussit avito
Seu rabies populi, seu magis illa Ducum,
Et simul ingentes animas Civilis Enyo
Indictum coelo reddidit ante diem;
Totque dedit letho, queis centum cincta triumphis
Cederet imperio Martia Roma suo.
Gaude sòrte tuâ, tandem miseratur Olympus,
Et facili caftas imbibit aute preces.
Rex adit, ille tuis toties expulsus ab oris,
Ille tuâ toties voce petitus adit.
Nec tibi terribilis; sed multo vulnere, multo
Marte fatigatam pacis amicus adit.
Templa nurus adeant, & cingant templa coronae;
Emicet ingenti quaelibet ara foco.
Ponite jam lachrymas gentis duo lumina nostrae,
Debetur vestris hostibus iste dolor.
Vos risus, cantus
(que) decent, docti
(que) triumphi,
Gaudia
(que) & faciles, sed sine felle, joci.
Vive decus nostrum, nec paucos viue per annos,
Et medica doctè vulnera tange manu:
CAROLE! sic longum vives ter magne, Tuorum
Hostibus immensus terror, amor
(que) tuis.
AUis magis invicti nomen mereatur? Vtram
(que)
Tu sortem vincis moderando Caesar; idem
(que) es
Dum Rex, dum
(que) exsul, Fortunae Victor; eadem
Tu populum Rex Magne manu Regis at
(que) Teipsum.
Fortior
Hispanos vicit Mens Regia;
Gallos
Distinet Ingratos CAROLI Prudentia; tutum
A Roma Pietas indelibata reportat.
PUlsat Apollo Chely
[...], quia jam fit inutilis Arcus:
Et clausis aliis, metrica Vena patet.
Jam canit Oceano, gemino prius, Anglia cincta,
Insula facta mari, facta cruore suo.
Venturum sensit Thamisis, locat ordine fluctus,
Saepe ferunt speculum consuluisse suum.
Optima jam sint optat Olor sua cantica, quamvis
Vltima; post cantum funera grata forent.
Saltâssent phocae, ni Venti saepius iras
Connexas nôssent lusibus esse suis.
Exerto in pontum vigiles stant vertice montes,
Et ratibus pandunt littora laeta sinus,
Effusus populus reduces in Caesare leges,
In
(que) suo reduces Caesare gaudet Opes.
De Domino, toties infausto maxima spondet
Quis
(que), Maris fertur Sal Peperisse Deam.
Sunt Rapis Lachrymae primùm quae postea gemmae,
Balsama nec Mundus, ni fleat Arbor, habet.
Hoc Duce jam miles numerat sua bella Triumphis,
Nec Phoebus Musis gratior ipse suis.
Exundans Helicon CAROLUM, CAROLUM
(que) sonabat,
At
(que) suas pluris postea fecit Aquas.
Jam sileat flores alios, in Caesare Maius
Nata suis jactet Lilia juncta Rosis.
Si Pedibus quantus genibus locus esset ad Aras,
Inter tot plausus haec mea Vota forent:
His alios victus Polus addat ut
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(que) Triumphos,
Et solus CAROLUM vincere possit Amor.
Dum
(que) Senex transis Sphaeras, recinant tua bella,
Et tandem junctus sis quo
(que) sede Patri.
ANtiquum gaudens attolle Btitannia vultum,
Nec moestos sonitus fundat Hiberna chelys;
CAROLUS ad patrios rediit sine Nube P
[...]nates,
Et retulit pulso secula prima Chao:
Cujus ob accessum tremuit Romana Tiara,
Sustulit at
(que) iterum moesta Geneva caput.
Hispani adventu Perüanae Navis ovârunt,
Et divis laeti thura tulere suis;
Non minus insolito pulsemus sydera cantu,
In nostram est melior Mexico lata plagam.
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Laetabundus cecini
Dura quidem pateris sed cum diis (CAROLE) fata:
Jupiter in caelo, Tuque Planeta solo.
Regius, & fortis, pius, & Mirabilis Exul;
Dedecus Angligenis, Exulibusque Decus.
Patre necem passo, palmatâ extorris ab Aulâ
Mavortis foedo fulmine pulsus eras.
proh pudor! hoc vidit coelum, indoluitque videndo,
Et Regem regno jussit adesse suo.
Jam revocant populi, revocati gloria quanta est
Fulsit in exilio, plus redeundo nitet.
Perpetuus nostro domineris in orbe Monarcha;
Plus radiant stellis sydera fixa vagis.
Ergò redis? pacemque tuis regemque reportas
Angligenis? Major res mihi visa fide.
Quod fieri volui, factum vix credere possum:
Maxima sic animum gaudia saepe premunt.
Scilicet alta Dei manus est, quae talia fecit
Otia. Sit placidus laetitia ipsa stupor.
CRedideram Soles Saturni abiisle serenos,
Nec nisi de Ferro Tempora dura sequi;
Fabula decrepiti visa est doctrina Platonis,
Fabula sed similem prodidit illa fidem.
Anglia Natales celebrat Rediviva salutis,
Inversas peragunt Fata benigna vices.
Maie redi post haec Anglis meliore Lapillo;
Bis Tibi Laetitiae cedimus augurium.
Principis in cunis, dederas spem, quippe sub herbâ;
Et jam Completâ gaudia messe refers.
Anglia Civili dudum Lacerata duello
In Laudem unita est Carole Magne tuam.
Aurea quàm puro Frondescunt Sceptra metallo!
Non poterant Domino Regna carere suo.
En Fratrum Triadem quid non speremus in Illis,
Quorum vel numero gaudeat Ipse Deus?
CAROLE ades populo, reducem quem Vota salutent.
Et portum, salvus quem capis, ipse feras;
Tela tribus sceptris cedat Neptunus, & optet
Nunc sua compesci regna Tridente tuo;
Quo felix sydus posset fulgere, Coronâ
CAROLUS, aut stellâ naviget ipse suâ.
Dum terrá & pelago nostris erroribus actum.
Laetior Augustum plausus ubique canit,
Par coelo, Dominoque minor vox aethera pulsat,
Visus & est aether ingeminare sonos,
Coeli eccho vestrum nomen quod, CAROLE, reddit,
Voce, puto, Sydus nos feriisse tuum;
Macte caput notum coelis, omenque futuri
Syderis, hîc orbem sume
Planeta tuum.
Quòd Scotus effatur reditum quòd Principis Anglus,
Et tuus binc Auster Te Boreasqúe colit,
Cognomen reduci fas sit misisse Bootae,
Iam tibi plaustra polus, Carole, uterque feret.
Vsque licet collapsa ruêre palatia, Regis
Coeperit agnosci, Te veniente, domus
CAROLE adhuc regnâsti in nuda pericula, solis
Et poteras damnis esse
Monarcha tuis,
Nulla tiara caput Tibi cinxit, & una corona
Est, bene quòd nôras Tu caruisse tua;
Non fornace caret, capiti quae, massa, paratur,
Purius examen jam tuus ignis habet:
Hic sibi nativo posito fulgore, lapillus
Vertice quum in sacro sit, pretiosus erit.
Quicquid habent Indi, quicquid pretiosius auro
Sit Regi, populo Rex diadema suo.
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QVae quondam tristis Phoebum lugebat ademptum,
Quae pigro velata situ tenebrisque sedebat
Anglia; nunc laetis frontem redimita coronis,
Vota resert reduci, magnos celebratque triumphos.
Quae quondam turpi obductae squalore fuere
Musae, quae Patris tumulo jacuêre sepultae;
In coelum CAROLI plaustro redeunte Britannum,
Prosiliunt hilares, solitoque vigore resurgunt.
Qui nuper gemuit dúro sub pondere fractus
Et languens populus, stupuitque dolore gravatus,
Nunc redivivus agit tanto pro munere grates,
Et vocem repetit jucundam, CAROLE vive.
Qui nuper fremuit ventis jactatus iniquis
Neptunus, tumidas subito compelcuit iras
Ad Domini reditum, fixerunt oscula fluctus
Cymbae, Delphines placidi duxêre choreas.
Campanae resonant plausu, nitet ignibus aer,
Et tenebris pulsis nox splendet luce diurna;
At nos depascit sincerior ignis amoris,
Qui versa in flammas praecordia blandior urit.
Alma dies rediit, rediit memoranda diebus
Festis, quae reddit CAROLO post funera vitam:
Quaeque fuit Marti dudum sacrata, notetur
Iam Solis titulo, atque aeterna luce fruatur.
IN parricidas patris atque hostes tuos
Dum populus omnis saevit & spirt minas,
Manibus & ipsis (sero) supplicium petit:
Tu, signa monstrans, CAROLE, dulcis Imperî,
Misereris omnia plebis elusae mala,
obliterasque complacente Amnestiâ.
Recuperatum caeteri regnum tuum
(Favente Providentiâ) attoniti vident:
At ipse specto mirans hoc regnum Tui,
Dum Vincis iras, pateris & (similis Deo)
Peccata te tuosque nescientium.
Augusti Princeps sic magis: hoc regnum tuum
Eripere cuncti, reddere Dux fidus potest;
At istud aliud splendidum regnum Tui
Eripere nemo, dare tibi Tu solus potes.
POst varios casus, & tot ludibria fati,
A scopulo in scopulum jactata Britannia, tandem
In memet redii, matrem cognoscite nati,
Exilium annorum post tot, tantosque labores;
Ipsa ego quae mundi fueram stupor, atque solebam
Jura dare Europae, cujus victricia Signa
Corripuere diù vicinas undique gences:
Appulit Hesperias & vix Columbus ad oras,
Quin nostras etiam cognôrat America vires:
Sed, proh fata! (meos pigeat memorare dolores)
Altera nuper erat facies mihi, pensa sorores
Mutarunt, dirum petiit mea viscera ferrum,
Inque caput nostrum conjuravere rebelles,
Dum decollato regnavit Caesare Brutus,
Et sola in vacuo remanebat anarchia regno;
At cum Sole novo veteres mihi fata reducunt
Vultus, & Serò quod tanta pericula fugi,
Liberiore iuvat diffundere pectore plausus,
Quod vitam cessere aliam mihi fata, Secundos
Natales, tandemque mihi sim Postuma proles:
Invideo Belgae, nostro iam rege potito
Annis tot: gratorque illi mea Sceptra tueri
Auso, quò justos possit mihi reddere fasces.
Ocyùs ergo redi precibus quaesite tuorum
CAROLE, jam repetat Tandem Tua Littera puppis
Quae quum discessit toties aliena petivit:
Sternat aquas Nereus reduci, ducantque choreas
Agmina delphinum, resonetque per aequora Triton,
Sirenum tentant nova dum modulamina linguae,
Vt te digna canant; nec quid mutire malignum
Audeat Aeolio laxatus carcere ventus:
Adventum laeto referente celeusmate nautâ,
Protinus implebit coelum resonabilis eccho,
Ad Portumque ferent subitò vocalia Saxa.
Hic populus magnâ littus stringente catervâ,
Fando quae dici nequeunt, sua gaudia pandet.
Ipsa ego, quamprimum calcem de puppe movebis,
Oscula defigam plantis, gremioque sovebo,
Lassavit Sacrum corpus quum fluctibus aequor,
Sit felix Faustumque tibi diadema precabor:
Vtque tuum melius duret per Secula regnum
Annos fata Tibi dent quos dempsere Parenti.
AEOle cur cessas? cur gaudia nostra moraris?
Cur dubios animos spéque metúque tenes?
Incute vim ventis, volvas ad littora fluctus;
Si velis opus est, turgida vela preme:
Ne tibi Juno minax, nec fata adversa timori,
Neve potens irâ, livida neve Dea:
Sat turbis irisque datum: Junone secundâ
Attollit malos, littora nota petit
D
[...]is aequis Caesar: subsidit numinis ira.
Remige sique opus est, turba gravis superûm
Accurret: diique ipsi aptabunt brachia remis,
Et tutam reddent, dum vehit unda ratem.
Hic Palinurus erit, cursum, quà semita monstrat,
Diriget, atque alter lintea vela manu
Tendet: sic toties sugientes, advolet oras
Carolus Angliacas, auspiciis Superûm.
Aeole cur cessas? infletur Carbasus Euro
Ocyùs & fluctus curva carina secet.
Sufficient, venti si deerint, vota, precésque:
Impellet naves aura secunda precum.
Lintea concutient faciles dilapsa per auras
Murmura verborum:
CAROLE Magne veni.
Quà redit itque salum, quà pendent concava saxa,
Et voces reddent,
CAROLE Magne veni.
CAROLE Gratus ades Quaeras si pignus amoris,
Iactatae latè signa dedere manus.
Si dubios fluctus timeas, si naufraga saxa,
Quas movet intus amor, signa dabunt lachrymae:
Sin portum quaeras exul, portumque fubibis;
Quod classi Dubris, pectora nostra tibi.
DEsinat arma virúmque Maró, mutataque Naso
Corpora. Lusus, amórque leves, & pocula Flacci
Ebria secedant. Procul hinc epigrammata foeda.
Musae conticeant humiles; faveatque sacratis
Orpheus ipse Lyris. Paulò majora canendum;
Dona Polis lapsa, & solius Apollinis arti
Aequa, quibus fas est utrinque fatiget Olympum,
Captivósque trahat rapidos modulamine coelos.
Dissiliat Rex ipse chori. Quem fata celebrant
Prodigiosa Almum, nemo nisi Numen adoret.
Roma sibi metuit, Regis ne jure Sereni
Mitrâ de triplici renovata corona triumphet.
Hanc sequitur tremulus, male blandus, passibus aequis
Rex utriúsque potens or bis. Nec enim bene cautum
Credere fas nato est, si corruat Itala mater.
Gallia curarum satagit, ne vindice ferro
Postulet Hospitium: non Hospes ab hospite tutus.
Belgica jam stupefacta tacet. Germania frendit,
Invida crescenti sceptro. Vetat Anglica risum
Barbaries, rubicunda recèns è sanguine sacro,
Pondere pressa gravi sceleris; sed laudibus impar.
Quas tandem grates (heu!) denegat improba tellus,
Quos inimica dolent Plutonia regna Triumphos,
Vos date coelestes aeterno Daemones Hymno.
INsula clara armis, sed (Te Duce) major, in uno
Quot titulos peperit, quanta trophaea sibi!
Terra diu gemuit, diris onerata Triumphis;
Et rubuit Palmis vilior hasta fuis.
Arma silent: Tecum rediit Frons pacis aperta:
Vt duras Hyemes tempora verna fugant.
Quas linquis, nostris jam misces Noctibus oras;
Ereptumque tuo claudis in Orbe Diem.
Hic regnas, dives peregrinâ Gente; beatum
Vt flumen patriae cursibus auget Opes.
Non tituli, non Sceptra, Ducem Te damna fatentur;
Augustumque caput grande probavit Onus.
Exurgunt sic Templa suis plùs nota ruinis:
Dant cultum casus, cùm neget Artis opus.
QVin nuncupate vota, diis sumus curae;
Exultet annus: feriansque, plaudénsque,
Flammâ usque totus luceat triumphali.
Busiris Anglus occidit, satur rerum,
Impar Parentis sobria, atque iners proles,
Regni remisit languidâ manu clavum.
Diri Senatûs contudit renascentem
Monchaeus hydram: purpurâ exuit plebem,
Populóque rapiens, Caesari dedit sceptrum.
Quàm grande munus! unico hoc minus dono,
Quod ipse tribuit patriae redux Caesar.
IVre & Amore Dei modo Spes, nunc gloria Regni,
Qui regnando refers Numen, & esse probas.
Laudibus & Titulis major, majorque Superbis
Principibus, Solo denique Patre minor.
Maxime Rex, sed adhuc vir Major: en accipe honores,
Quos tu Regales accipiendo facis.
Regna patent, & Corda patent; sed latius ista:
Omnia Tu, praeter gaudia nostra, regis.
Sol Novus exoriens quàm claro manè refulges,
Occasu rubuit dum Prior ille suo.
Rex uni Genti, sed Donum missus es Orbi,
Hinc in tam multis Gentibus exul eras.
Sors tua Te Gallos divisit, & inter Iberos:
Pluribus ut Regnis Te, populisque daret.
Dum se interposuit Regnum Quinquenne Neronis,
Oppositâ ornabat proximitate tuum.
Sanguinei, Tua grata magis, post Sceptra Tyranni
Sic infert festos Litera Rubra dies.
Quae rerum sacies! viduam dum CAROLUS Urbem
Intrat, Splendoris pars quota Pompa fuit!
O quàm plena dies lacrymis sine luctibus! illum
Sole vidente quidem, non faciente Diem.
Quis sine caede priùs tot strictos viderat Enfes?
Quisve sine effuso sanguine Victor erat?
Cùm modo utramque manum comitanti fratre venires
CAROLE, visa mihi est utráque Dextra manus.
Mercurium & Martem medio Jove vidimus: Omen
Firma solent faustum Sydera iuncta dare.
Dicitur Alcides bis sex subiisse labores
Exul: totque Annos CAROLVS exul agit.
Iamque Duodecimum peragit feliciter Annum,
Vltimus huic pariter sit precor 1ste labor.
Exilij spatiis regnum mensuret: & Exul
Quem modo lustrabat, jam regat ille globum.
To His Sacred Majesty.
VErtues triumphant Shrine! who do'st engage
At once three Kingdomes in a Pilgrimage;
Which in extatick duty strive to come
Out of themselves as well as from their home:
Whilst
England grows one Camp, and
London is
It self the Nation, not Metropolis;
And loyall
Kent renews her Arts agen,
Fencing her wayes with moving groves of men;
Forgive this distant homage, which doth meet
Your blest approach on Sedontary feet:
And though my youth, not patient yet to bear
The weight of Armes, denies me to appear
In Steel before You, yet, Great Sir, approve
My manly wishes, and more vigorous love;
In whom a cold respect were treason to
A Fathers ashes, greater than to you;
Whose one ambition 'tis for to be known
By daring Loyalty Your
WILMOT's Son.
WE that of late were fill'd with fears and sadnesse,
That look'd dejected for so long a season;
Are suddenly transform'd to joy and gladness,
Grown blith and frolick: would you know the reason?
The World's turn'd round; 'tis quite another thing;
Then we had many Tyrants, now one KING.
England was then a strange and monstrous Beast,
Whose
Tayle was gotten where the Head should be;
Servants commanded, Nobles were opprest,
Ith' name o'th'
Jaylors of our Liberty.
Justice was fled; all mischiefs had their swing;
We lost our Happinesse when we lost our KING.
But now our KING is coming; we shall straight
Heare the glad news that He is Landed well.
The Frigots dance with their Illustrious Fraight:
'Tis pride, not winde, that makes their sailes to swell.
For the same Fleet doth a
Pair-royall bring
Of Princely Brothers, whereof One's our KING.
No longer let the vain Republican
Fill with Chimera's his fantastick Noddle:
Balance, and Ballot, and Agrarian,
And all the Whimsies of th'
Utopian Model
Are out of doors: to the old Form we cling,
Our good old Form; Commons, and Lords, and KING.
Shall we a Cloud for a faire Goddesse clasp?
Strive to be Lords, and prove Slaves in conclusion?
The Substance lose, while we at Shadows grasp?
And call that Liberty, which is Confusion?
No more of this; wee'l have no levelling:
There's no such Freedome, as by a good KING.
Therefore for ever let this yeare be blest,
That when we had suffer'd much, and yet fear'd more,
From all our miseries hath given us rest,
And brought our drowning Vessell safe to shore,
Behold the fruites of this most happy Spring;
April brought Lords and Commons,
May a KING.
And such a KING, as
England never knew;
Whom early Wisdome makes already gray;
Whom Sufferings taught Compassion; just, and true,
Valiant and Liberall. Then come away,
You that are minded to rejoice and sirg,
Come to the Crowning of our glorious KING.
WHen times are turn'd, the Vulgar think the Sun
In other guises should his compasse run,
The Air and Elements their influence change,
And all things otherwise their courses range,
So doe they fancy, that a Prince can state
The course of nature, and the force of fate.
But even they, whose practise makes their sight
More clear, do now expect another Light
To shine upon our Orbe, then did before,
When hurling Tempests on the State did roar.
Then, Phoebus, if thou hast another race
Of Horses yet un-teem'd, un-nam'd to place
Within thy Charet, ride it soft, and view,
And tell, if all thou seest be not new.
Who ever saw a Force so kindly broke,
Which lately held Three Kingdoms under yoke?
An Army vanquish'd by a secret breath,
That did their Swords dissolve within the sheath?
Their swords before they brandish'd, and their hearts,
Before they knew how to distinguish parts.
The Nation that in Faction, doubt, and fear
Lay dormant, restlesse, drowned in despair,
No sooner hears of You, but they aspire,
They love, they dare, they kindle in desire:
Whom hate and emulation did divide,
The love of You reduced to one side.
Whom int'rest sway'd, Your name could overthrow,
Since law, and bounty onely were from you.
The baffled reasons, that doe since retire
In muffled passions, court a new attire;
For they that sought a Faction up to set,
And in the name of a Free-state to jet,
Would now be thought to have contriv'd the thing
(Most politiquely) to bring in the KING.
And let it so be thought, Sir, if you can,
That You one King, Your Kingdomes as one man,
May all conspire to make these Nations blest,
Restore the Age, and give the Countrey rest.
We are awake, the dawning never broke
More sweetly, and the Nation never spoke
So loud in any other, as this strain,
God blesse King CHARLES
the Second, and his Reign.
FRee-men we cannot; Slaves we will not be:
Subjects we are. That's all the liberty,
That we desire, or can contain. What's more,
Doth but oppress us with impertinent Store.
What mean't those State-Fanaticks then, say I,
To make us drunk with too much Liberty;
Forcing upon us more then we could bear?
What Formes could please that thus imposed were?
The greatest Good, obtruded, turn's to Ill.
Tis Bondage to be Free against our Will.
Ne're talk to us of antient
Greece and
Rome:
Must all delight in that which pleases Some?
They had their humour; Wee'll have Ours: as They
Lov'd to command, so We love to obey.
And though we lov'd it not, we might not sure
By right or wrong our Liberty procure;
And lose our Soules, to set our Bodies free.
In this we must not our own Carvers be:
Nor greedily grasp at the Government
We most affect, but rather be content
With that we have. Vnless perhaps you'l say,
Tenants, to better their condition, may,
When they think fit, themselves Free-holders vote,
Pay no more Rent, and cut their
Landlords throat.
But sure our Nation is heav'n-bless't; for we
Take no contentment but in Loyalty.
The Needle doth not more to th' North encline,
Then
English hearts to the right
Form and
Line:
Save there w'are restless. 'Tis a thing most sweet,
When our Affections & our Duty meet,
And Interest too. 'Tis well w'have wit to see,
Tumult and Faction are not Liberty:
And that Rebellion is meer Madness, since
By the dethroning of our Lawfull Prince
Our goodly Freedome would in this consist,
That th' House of Commons might doe what they list.
And then, if many Masters make men free,
Without all doubt we should not Bond-men be.
I doe confess, were there a Parliament
Compos'd of Angells, I could be content
To let their Will be Law; but if they'r Men
They must excuse me. May I ne're agen
See my lov'd Country under th' violent sway
Of insolent Members when the Head's away.
If we aright late times reflect upon,
The fault was in the Con
[...]itution,
Rather then in the Men: and we that blame
Their high mis-doings, would have done the same,
If we had had their Power. 'Tis the same thing,
An absolute Senate and an absolute King.
'Tis this same absolute Power, whether it be
In One or More, that causeth Tyranny.
'Tis a Temptation not to be withstood.
It makes those wicked, that might else be good.
Give me a Government of severall Parts
Poising each other: so that when One starts
From Right and Rule, the Other presently
May give it check. Then welcome Monarchy;
A Monarchy so mix't, that in't we find
All the Perfections of each other Kind.
Where Prince, Peers, People mutually assist
In doing good, and what is bad resist.
Welcome our ancient Form: under whose shade
Our Sires liv'd happy, and whose want soon made
Us to be wretched. Now the Law bears sway,
And what we do possess, we safely may
Esteem our own. For we have try'd it long,
That such a
King as Our's
can doe no wrong.
AFter such gloomy storms, and fatall jarrs,
(Beyond the rage and heats of Barons VVars
Or the two Roses conflicts) undergone,
Spun out 'twixt fury and confusion,
Then when the Widdow'd Land breath'd nought but groans
Strain'd from her peoples vassallage and Loans:
When Arts and Learning and our Muses all
Grew disesteem'd, as over-grown and stale,
Led by such cold embracements, and dull times
To seek for life and warmth in forrein Climes.
(So
Orpheus mangled by a savage crue,
Helicon shrank in, and bad the coast adieu,
Left to Fanatick swarms; as once we read
Egypt with Lice and Caterpillars spread)
Amongst these horrors, and black mists of night,
You like the Sun (Great King) dispence your light;
And cherish with your Royall beams this Land
Which could admit no Balme but from your hand:
As if that sacred touch you do extend
To scare Kings evill, would your Kingdoms mend.
Thus is it said of pooles, which having long
Contracted Venome and Infection,
The Soveraign Unicorn the plague expels,
And with his Horn the tainted water heals.
Our
England heretofore had fits, which your
Auspicious presence fixed into cure:
Resembling Great
Apollo, where you please
To plant your station, headlesse Tumults cease;
And we not owe to you a mercy less,
Than to bring
Delos to our
Cyclades.
Glories (which some by point of Sword improve)
You for your self, and us, obtain'd by Love.
And charm us into reverence, whil'st you quell
Those flames intestine rage had made our hell.
When Phoebus (thus) resum'd and grasp'd the Reine,
The unhing'd world leap'd into frame again:
Besides y'are Heavens pledge to us (Great Prince)
Who for our Warrant have the Influence
Of Stars and Deities, which long before
Of this blest day such signall tokens bore
That 'twere in us but grosse stupidity,
To phrase it lower than a Prophesie.
Thus with our Great Redeemer you do share,
That both your Births were usher'd by a Star:
And we should wrong our Faith (when Heavens divine)
To doubt, like providence did our CHARLES designe.
Witnesse those throngs of dangers you befell,
Which spoke your blest escape a Miracle:
And made us see from these your straights much more
The Gods asserted, then when safe before.
Your patience in such weights of crosses shown,
Convince us all you had no passion:
And taught our Schooles, on second thoughts of you,
To yeeld the Stoicks Apathy now true.
Halft thus 'twixt Man and Angel you express,
As well Divine, as Morall Perfectness.
And have not we great cause to bless that hand,
Which brought such full-crown'd blessings to our Land?
Another
George for
England, whose great name
Seth's Pillars shall out-live, in endless fame.
Who with such Arts his Triumphs manag'd, that
He sav'd the Nation, but destroy'd the hate.
And now, Dread King, enjoy your Rights again,
And may no bold Usurper more distain
Your sacred Throne, nor Scepter violate,
But firm and fix'd as heaven be your state.
To some we give the Bayes for Victory:
Laurels for Peace we all present to Thee.
WOnder of Kings and men! to Thee we owe.
All our Religion, and our Reason too.
'Tis from Thy sacred Name that we commence
Devout admirers of a Providence:
And thy strange fate hath taught us to adore,
Who at the worlds mad business laught before.
England's once more converted, and we're now
At once grown Theifts, and good Christians too.
Welcome Great Britain's Soul: Our Land's at last
Acted by thee, that was before possest.
Touch'd by thy sacred Hand
England we see,
Not of the Kings, but Peoples Evill free.
Heir to thy Fathers Sufferings, and his Crown!
He Dy'd a Martyr, thou hast Lived one:
Misery it self so beautify'd thou hast,
We know not which, to Reign, or Suffer's best:
Onely for this thou seem'st to vary state,
To be Example too to th' Fortunate.
Fair Month, thou'st given CHARLES his second Birth,
Great Britain's labour'd, and a King brought forth.
Heaven, you Proclaim'd him first; poor mortals we
Came in to finish the Solemnity;
Ecchoing those Triumphs, that did louder ring
In those bright Chappels where the Angels sing.
That Star, Heav'ns Herald, that at's Birth in
May
Shone amidst all the Glories of the day,
Bespoke him Monarch, and th' auspicious thing
Led all our VVisemen unto CHARLES our King.
Of whose fair Reign, if Poets can divine,
And Prophesie been't ceas'd, then hear you mine.
Upon his Throne shall wait Honour and Love,
And
Charles's VVain be drawn by
Venus's Dove:
Nobles he shall have good as they are great,
And
Pallas wise in Honours Temple set:
Religion graven in each subjects heart,
Not by the Sword, but by perswasive Art:
The Muses sitting by desert, not fate,
Upon the double Top of Church and State.
The three Estates entwisted all in one,
And in their Trinity a Union:
Unbribed Justice, Few, and Equall Laws:
Armies as glorious as is their Cause:
Victories such as shall oblige the Foe,
And make the World Court to be conquer'd so.
All that is Great and Good our
CHARLES shall have.
An Early Glory, and a Later Grave:
And if what's highest can admit degree,
Greater than
Charles the Greatest He shall be.
WElcome, Dread Sir, to this now happy Ile,
As is the Silver Fleet with the rich spoyle
And plunder of the
Indies; we in You
A Treasure worth more than ten
Indies view.
Or as the Sun is to the Northern coasts,
After a six Months night, and as long Frosts;
At whose approach they straight revive, and cry
O might we in those Rayes expire, and dye!
Our Joyes, Sir, are no less than theirs, now You
(The Greater Luminary of the two)
Shine in your Proper Sphear, who can dispense
A warmth more vitall than his Influence.
Such as at first did make the fruitfull earth
Teem with a numerous and happy birth.
Nor doth Your lustre, like his envious beams,
Rob lesser Starre
[...] of all their borrowed Streams,
Such onely as You admit of no increase,
Can neither grow more happy, nor turn lesse.
And though a Rebell Cloud dares interpose,
We know the Glorious Body doth not lose
Ought of his former warmth or light: 'Tis we
VVho here below doe misse his Rayes, not He.
What a strange Babell have we seen of late!
Call it a larger Bedlam, not a State,
Or second Chaos, greater than the first,
Where in a rude, confused mass were nurst
The seeds of all Antipathies; where all
The wrangling Elements in a mutuall braul
Lay strugling (like the two unruly Twins
In the same womb) till, swift as lightning springs,
Or the first glimpse of Morn, each forth did leap
Into that beauteous order they still keep.
England was then, what
Delos was before,
The floating Island; stood, like that, all o're
Surrounded with a Sea of Blood, more red
Than that which all th' Egyptians buried.
I now believe the earth indeed runs round,
And acts a circulation under ground;
Hence all became so giddy, that they knew
Not what to speak, and much less what to doe.
That step. You first set on this happy shore
Did fix it so (by a magnetick Power
Much stronger than its own) That now we stand
Firm as the Rocks i'th' midst of waves, and sand.
We're now once more our selves, and hope to live,
Not by what breath we have, but what You give.
And sure if our Philosophy be true,
That there's an universall Soul, 'tis
[...]ou;
Who are the worlds Great Genius, and impart
The Vitall Flame to every distant Heart.
Three Kingdoms You revive at once, which lay
To each bold Monster an unpittyed Prey.
And we, who've all this while a carcass been,
Not enjoyed life enough to speak us men,
Recover sense, and motion too, and find
A new soul breath'd into each part, and mind.
Onely the miracle's so big, That we
Doe not yet know our own Felicity.
Thus Persons newly rais'd would look upon
And scarce believe their Resurrection;
But fear an Apparition, and mistrust
Unlawfull Arts had call'd them from their dust.
AFter twelve years of dark, and restless Night,
When Terrours raign, and walking Fiends affright;
When Storms and Tempests rage, and every Cloud
Of Lawless Fury ends in showrs of Blood:
When giddy Wild-fires wander to and fro,
And mislead those that know not where to goe:
When our beheaded Nation seems no more
But
Charles his Ghost, besmeared in his Gore:
We see a Morning, but indeed so brighr,
We seem to siumber yet, and dream of Light:
When we can be awake and shall perceive,
That
Kings can once again in
England live:
Wee'l sleep no more, but rise, and work and sing,
God keep us
Loyall, and
GOD SAVE THE KING.
ARise Great Sun, and with thy light
Vanquish thy Britains shorter night,
And tell the Persians they mistake,
When theirs a Deity they make:
Such Prodigies no Wars foretell,
We ever lov'd New lights too well.
Nature indeed to shew her skill,
Makes a rare Good portend some Ill:
Thus doe the greatest Calmes presage
The greatest Tempests, and Sea's rage
Which in the bosome of some wave
Now shews a cradle, then a grave.
The Sun in Winter shines most clear
Before the darkest nights draw near.
But Greatest Monarch, thy bright ray
Shall give us one continu'd day;
Who, not like Nature, but her King
And ours, do'st fairest order bring
Out of the foulest Chaos; these
Great cures thou ow'st to her disease.
Thus the ungratefull discords throng
Themselves into the sweetest song:
And
England, like her barren ground,
Grows only fruitfull by her wound.
Thrice welcome to thy Fathers Crown,
And all his Vertues, made thine own.
If their store know an end our times,
May quite exhaust them with their crimes.
VVHen Violence in specious colours drest
Grew Right: and Duty bowed to Interest.
When Liberty was the worst Thraldome known:
And every Religion, grew none.
When Conscience being tender, prov'd thereby
Only more apt to stretch, and to comply.
When Usurpation did it's self dilate;
And spawn'd a Tyranny into a State.
Whil'st the wild Legion that first One possest
Cast out, did thence a numerous Herd invest:
And Honour, Laws and Learning gasping lay;
The Souldiers, scorn, and the Fifth Monarchs Prey.
When publick Spoil, and universall Stealth
Made us indeed an Equall Common-wealth:
Who to all Swords our ready throats did yeeld,
To Madmen in the House, and in the Field.
Welcome our timely Aid, that do'st enhance,
By mighty danger, thy deliverance.
Thou Miracle of Rescue: Hand of Fate,
Unto our worst of harmes commensurate:
Prince of our hearts, whose happy touch will cure
The Kingdoms Evill, and its health assure.
VVelcome
Great Britain home, that long hast stood
A floating Iland in Thy Sea of Blood.
From new-light darknesse render'd back to day;
Old
England welcome from
Oceana.
JOve in the Widdows Lodge did chance to find
A Rurall treatment, but a Courtly mind,
Which did him more delight, and please, than they
That did whole Oxen on his Altars lay:
And now since You vouchsafe to let us see
Your wish'd for, and adored Majesty,
Accept (Great
CHARLES) my Muses mite, and know
It's what I can, not what I would bestow.
INspire me Loyalty; that Sacred Name
Can, what nor Muse, nor Gods, nor thirst of Fame,
Dictate such Anthems, as they'd not refuse
To bear a part in, who in raptures lose
Their souls, their all; lines that an Angels Pen
Would for it's Sacred Quire transcribe from men:
When all they can suggest neglected lyes,
Condemned to a female's tongue or eyes.
Once more inspire me, that my lines may be
Fraught as with Fancy, so Fidelity.
That absent I may be thought weak, but all
Will damne the want of This as Criminall.
Who to an injur'd Prince for Pardon sue,
And write but Poets, do write Rebels too.
Haile, Sacred Sir, thrice-welcome to the shoar,
The richest burthen e're was wafted o're
To this your
England; which now finds it self
So happy as to think, no foreign pelf
Worth its Commerce: That which must henceforth tye
Us and the needy World's our Charity.
There's no place here or for desire or moan,
Now heav'n restores us what it made our own.
When first
L.
Monck.
the best of Subjects did appearDarting his beams on this our Hemisphere;
All Loyall Souls look'd on each glimmering ray,
But as a Prologue to a fairer day:
Then men began to utter, what before
Was Treason but to think, to speak out, more;
And dar'd to name Free-Parliament, then Peers
And, what we had forgotten for some years,
A King and CHARLES. But he whose great designes
Were thus to be conceal'd from Vulgar minds,
Mask'd all his Counsels in mists black as night,
Withdrawing not their Influence but Light.
And then our fears 'gan to misconstrue all,
And what was now a Star, a Comet call;
Sent for to let us know those ills, which we
Did think— to suffer was a misery.
But this our Phosphorus did soon display
His wonted lustre, and gave hopes of day;
Which yet there are, who think we partly owe
To the disturbed Citizens, but so
To
Pans and women's outcryes
Cynthia might
Have been sometime indebted for her light.
Now a new face of all things does appear,
Order and beauty shine forth every where.
The Citizens, who pris'ners were at best
Unto themselves, of Freedome are possest:
Nor want they walls, or gates, or posts, or chains,
That Town contemns such aids which
Monck contains.
But yet we were not happy, till that you
Had blest us with your Royall presence too;
Which having done, wee've nothing left to crave,
But the continuance of what we have.
Like that of Heaven's our happinesse, that we
Must ever tast the same Felicity.
TO
England sick of Peace could no health be
Procur'd but by it's own Infirmity?
Could nought but wounds to us recouery give,
And must the Nation dye that it might live?
Thus large effusions of blood we see
Some Artists stanch with their Phlebotomy.
But see! our Joyes surprize us: we now feel
A Cure more Soveraign that can onely heale.
Much like to
Numa's shield from heaven sent,
Whom to defend both God and Nature meant.
Though
Mars himself could not be his defence,
His safeguard was a Virgins Innocence.
His Army sleighted, to a Tree he ran,
Whose hallow heart more Loyal prov'd than man:
The royall Oak, Great
CHARLES, from hence is due,
No more to
Jove, but Sacred unto you.
When thus forsak'n in solitude He dwelt,
Yet all his passions his great Empire felt:
His Vertue then like Heraldry was known,
More rich when plain, more noble when alone.
When harder fate had forced him to slee,
VVe did the Exiles rather seem than He.
Yet in our hearts he reign'd, though banish'd hence:
So Stars remote govern by Influence.
England was sure too narrow his great soul
T'instruct, the Universe must be his School:
Thus Fate prov'd kind even against her will,
And whiles she did neglect him, taught him skill.
Thrice happy we! that our great Monarch thus
Must learn to Govern
Europe first, then us.
While other Kings only their Crowns inherit,
The Crown is his by Birth-right and by Merit.
Most Princes but like stately Pageants are,
And rule by Proxy; He by his own care:
Th' auspicious presence of whose greater name
Shall never weaken, but encrease our flame.
Fruition of most things pleasure abates,
Him onely to possesse more Joy creates:
For thus his absence hath enhanc'd our Joy,
That we should first expect, than him enjoy.
The Sun it self, if it had alwaies shin'd,
In Persian Temples had not been enshrin'd.
Let all things then but Syrens sing: such Teares
Joyes shall produce, as lately did our feares.
We feare least height of Joy cause griefe: Thus Light
Of Radiant Lustre overwhelmes the sight.
So Rivers loose themselves, when swoln too high,
And in their union with the Ocean dye.
Pardon rude Loyalty, great Sir, this time
Makes that Devotion which were else a crime.
The meanest Votaries are not scorn'd, when they
The smallest Homage in Religion pay.
HEavens Great Blessing welcome! welcome Light
To Brittaines dim and blubber'd eye; whom Night
Long as Thine absence darkned had, about
Not only to hoodwink, but put it out.
Chimaerick Commonwealths men would devise,
A Monster Headlesse and so without eyes.
But even while we thus distracted lay
Gods pity'd when men had not wit to pray.
And by like Miracles Heaven wrought to bring.
At length our King to us, us to our King.
Thus Nature deales with rebell Earth, when by
Aspiring Vapours it seeks to be high;
From those same fumes shee frameth in her breast
False lights to cheat us, Snow, Haile, from the rest
Thunder, with which shee chides, frights, strikes, & then
Smoothing her wrinkled forehead, smiles agen.
Thus when tumultuous Seas swell'd by a vaine
Ambition to rise higher, now disdaine
Their Soveraigne Planet's laws, begin to pride
Themselves in their own strength, and scorne a Tide;
When th' mutinous rabble rules, and when each base
And Abject wave dare spit in Heavens face:
'Tween wrath and scorne then Gods check th' Element,
And make its crime prove its own Punishment;
The Day's shut out by dismall mists, one skreen
Ecclipses Heavens Beauty, nothing's seen;
Mean while each insolent and upstart Billow
Soon overtops and crushes down his Fellow,
'Gainst one another thus they're broke, then come
Their miseries all cast up in one summe —
Those very clouds they rais'd in stormes they find
Hurl'd down upon them with a boist'rous wind;
At length bright Phoebus Heavens, Glorious eye,
Unseals himselfe, darts Love and Majesty.
Such was and long had been (Great King) our Fate,
When Your blest Hand at once sav'd Church & State,
Each almost drowned in a sev'rall Flood;
That lay in Teares, and this in Sacred Blood.
Three Kingdomes now of mangled Trunks, once men,
Beg kneeling, Sir, You'd make them such agen:
We've found You are our Head, O let Your Hand
First raise us up, then give us leggs to stand.
And now shine forth bright Sun, who seem kept low
Till now only, that You might Greater show:
Stand rank'd and honoured by aged Fame,
Equall with him that first gave Brittain name.
'Tis no lesse Glory to restore a State,
Then 'twas at first to frame't and to Create.
Nay Y'have out done all former Kings; what they
Scarce built in Ages, You raise in one Day,
Three Glorious Kingdomes, Sir; we owe, 'tis true,
Each one to some, but owe all three to You.
HIgh Courts above all Justice slew our King
And made at once three Kingdomes knells to ring.
Brittaine a floting Iland was twelve yeares,
Ballast with heavy hearts and fraught with feares.
But now shee hath recovered sight of Land:
CHARLES our true Pilot saves her from the Sand.
Advance yee Crowns; attend your Sov'raign's Head,
Here's now a Resurrection from the dead.
Be gone false Keepers of our Liberty,
We owe to none but Charles our Loyalty.
Farewell O Harp, thy parting is no losse
Whereas thy mirth was joyned with a crosse.
The Ship which brings our King with all his Traine,
Sha'nt be cal'd Naseby, but the Soveraigne.
Thou onely soule three Realmes do'st animate,
And giv'st them motion; Now's the true free State.
Bright Sun, our Center, Thou do'st us array
With joy; thy Solstice, makes our lasting day.
WElcome our native Countrie home once more,
Welcome lost Brittaine to thine Albions shore.
Nor will You deem, dread Sir, our joyes misled;
You were still at home, England Banished.
So the bright Soule whilst hence 'tis snatch't away
Into some other Region, sees its clay
In its own soile exil'd. The Sun, that leaves
A night to all the world besides, bereaves
Himself not of one single wonted ray,
Is in all places his owne constant day.
'Tis 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; 'twould 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.
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: 'Tis 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 'tis 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? 'tis true!
But You must give us merit, only You.
Wee've languish't in Your want thus long, 'tis 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.
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:
'Tis 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.
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 'twas got?
These Muster'd all cann't speak so great a name,
Moncks, Moncks alone will fill the trumpe of fame.
Thus having roll'd about, to you againe
Great King I come; Rivers ebbe down to th' mayne.
My Loyall wish is: in your reigne each day
May prove as happy as the
FIRST OF MAY.
1
AS when upon the first confused masse
Thick darkness sate, and did Imbrace
With freindly shaddow, its most monstrous face:
Light breaking forth at Gods command,
Over this night did get the upper hand,
Making its troops to fly away,
And quickly got the day,
By a victorious Ray.
Straite all things smil'd and did put on,
At this so strange mutation,
A cheerfull face, and joyfull dress,
To court their unexpected happiness.
So we that long tormented lay,
(Like those in Hell, in an eternall night,
Where Lucifer doth usher in no day,
And those perpetuall flames no light)
Lamenting our sad fate, no longer mourn,
But doe at your return,
Break out in mirth, and sudden joys,
Making Heavens arch reflect our cheerfull voice.
2
Long has our sacrifice
Which from your Fathers Alters still did rise,
Clouded with Melancholy smoke our skies:
Now shall the lively joyfull fire appeare
And make our heaven cleare.
Now shall our glorious sun exhail,
The dew of teares that sate on all,
For what we in your Father lost,
What troubles since your carefull brest ingrost.
Beholding now what happy daies,
Attend your reign, what secure ease
We shall enjoy, what happy peace;
Our parted Duty humbly pays,
Cypresse to him, to you Tryumphant Bays.
Let now with joyes our Isle resound,
Such as in Aegypt did abound,
When they their God had found.
For now we shall the name attain,
O'th' land of Angels once again:
When your sacred presence shal our Heaven restore,
And make it far more glorious then it was before.
3
Our Heaven did in stormes and Thunder frown,
'Tis well, the one shall purge our Aire,
And make our skie more fair,
The other fruitfullness pour down.
Our land which so long time has born
Fury, that has so oft been torn
With Tyrants armes; Thou shalt first view,
Then set those bones a new,
Which shall grow more,
Gaine strength, be firmer than before.
Thy happy union us shall make,
(Like to those bodyes that again do take
Their long deserted soules) put on
At length, more glory, and perfection.
Arts, and Religion, like the Palme so long
Bow'd down by th' weight of Armes, & rage
Of an unletter'd age,
Shall now grow strong,
Shall lift their heads up higher,
And up to Heaven from whence they came aspire
4
Behold what wishes from each Brest arise,
How every one knowes how to prize
Your vertues now; and, pray that you alone
May rule the throne.
So Indians the purest gold dispise,
And look upon't with unregarding eyes:
Its value they don't know, but when
"T has past the test of forreign men;
Then the doe find they did possess,
What others count their truest happiness.
Thus soveraigne Medicines do contemned lye,
Whilst we enjoy our health and ease:
Vntill a bold and furious disease
The fortresse of the heart doth take,
And make with stormes the walls to shake,
Then we again to them for succour fly.
We like the Loadstone were, which drives
Away the Nedle, unto which before
It great Affection bore:
Being turn'd about again its old desire,
And love revive's,
And nought but close embraces doth require.
So we being alter'd, turned up side down,
Do close with thee, and Pray
That henceforth may,
Between us be no variation found.
5
Happy the man that first perceived the blazing starre,
That threatned from a farre
Ruine and Destruction:
That observ'd its motion,
And made it tumble down
Vnto the Ground.
That suffer'd not our Servants still to Lord it thus,
But caus'd them bow their lofty crownes to us.
Nor dregs to keep the upper place
But made them sinke apace.
So when the Seas doe rage, and all
The waves into a tumult fall,
The mud, and sand do rise unto the top,
And proudly ride:
Vntill a calmer tide,
And Neptune gave a stop
Vnto the tumbling flood:
Then strait the grosser masse doth creep,
Into the humble deep,
Where formerly it stood:
Nor was this done by noise of Armes: or Dint of Sword,
But a strong, yet unseen hand,
But an omnipotent word,
Restored this our Land.
So move the Heavens round
And yet there is no noise, or Alteration found.
A KING agen? who thought? it when ere while
Nothing was to the multitude so vile.
Of all the rest must CHARLES be fetcht again
It seem's h'as long enough been in the Waine.
Welcome Dread Soveraign to the Royall Throne,
That knowes no other but thy self alone.
See how it Courts you, as if proud to bear
Your weight, the truest ballast for that Chaire.
Some were to heavy, some too light, but you
In all proportion fit, and grace it too.
How many have of late miscarried? sure
Ther's none besides your self can be secure.
Protectors can't protect themselves from harm,
Because they put their safety in alarm.
Councils of Safety have had dangerous falls,
And prov'd unto us subtile Nominalls.
Keepers of Liberties have kept them so,
That few the truth of Liberty did know.
A Common-wealth's a common woe, ther's none
Can suit our Genius, but a KING alone.
Take then the Crown that try'd hath been by many,
But since the true Head never fitted any.
Now times are alter'd; welcome Plato's year
VVhen all things shall be, as at first they were.
VVho would not write in such a time as this,
The King's as well our Subject, as we his
WHile mournfull
England lay sore Feaver-sick
With heats of strife in th' body politick,
Proud Emp'ricks told her for the malady,
Serv'd no prescription but Phlebotomy.
Cut the Basilick vein (said they) in hast,
'Tis that must do't, or we must bleed our last.
Oh fatall stroke! it wounds, but doth no good;
The patient pine'd hates Cordialls, nauseats food.
She scorn's a
Common-Wealth, that's too course fare,
Fit for Low-countreys that beneath us are.
As for
Protector-ship, so call'd it is
By an unfortunate Antiphrasis.
Alas poor nation! thy desease be sure
Is the Kings-Evill; none can work the cure
But sacred CHARLES: send for him, send with speed,
Of azure Neptune get a swift-pac't steed,
He heares, he comes; happy, thrice happy then
And three whole Kingdomes 'bove the thoughts of men.
All's well and sound again, believ't, a King.
Was wholsome Physick taken at the spring.
VVhen whinged
Mercury in th' first of
May
Brought Phoebus newes (that guides the posting day)
Of CHARLES returne; straight forth his purple bed
He leap'd and danc'd, with joy quite ravished.
The Planets revell'd it at night, nay store
Of fixed Stars fixed remaine no more.
Now might
Pythagoras distinctly hear,
Melodious musick sound at evr'y Sphere.
Mark how the Elements with emulation,
Strive to congratulate his Coronation.
Vulcan in well-made flames runs through each street,
And now forgets the lamenesse of his feet.
The aire b'ing joviall makes a 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: 'Tis 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 'twas 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.
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, 'tis You
Who give AUGUSTUS, must give MARO's too.
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.
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.