IÖ CAROLE: OR An Extract of a Letter sent from PARNASSUS, WHEREIN Are contained severall EPIGRAMES, ODES, &c. upon His Maiesty's Coronation.

Printed in the Yeare 1661.

Superscrib'd, To the Reverend and Learned Dr Jasper Mayne, England.

Sir,

UNderstanding how deservedly you are numbred among the Virtuoso's of the Age, I have been emboldened upon that account, to single you out for the Per­son whom I should certify of the most signall occurrences which have hap­pened lately in this place; Perhaps this sheet or two may prove troublesome to the perusers of Books in generall, and something uncivill towards you in particular; why, if they do, yet as to the first the admira­blenesse of their Subject-matter will abundantly excuse them, which was the cause of their comeing forth at all; and as to the second, your Fame will shelter them under her ca­pacious wings, which was the cause of their comeing thus Superscrib'd: The truth is, when I found how acceptable the Ragguagli di Parnasso (publish't by my predecessor) was to the ingenious part of mankind, mee thoughts I could not but do the present and future generation a very great injury should I have concealed what now I hope may [Page 4] have the good fortune to passe through your hands far­ther into the World: Know therefore, Sir, that yesterday morning His Majesty Apollo discarded a Theologo of great note, who was discovered to have been first a Tre­mulist, then a Lacu-Lemanian, then a Theïst, next an Arnheimian, and now last of all a compleat Orthodoxo only for fashion sake; Three dayes before that he had cashier'd Mercurio Europaeo his Gazett-writer for pub­lishing that for true, which was not so, neither was it at all like to be so, viz: that at the great solemnity of the Coronation of your invincible Archon CHARLES the II, the Prior of St Trinity took his place as Alderman of the great City: This morning the Embassadours from Al­maine, whose errand hither was to be informed what those Fires, Crosses, Turbants, which they had seen at home in the aire might portend, received this Answer in His Ma­jesties name from the Procurator of the Oracle, Presbitery is better than Independency, Episcopacy is better than Presbytery, but Quakerisme is better than Trentisme: Just now at Dinner-time this present day, being (if I cal­culate aright) your first of May, there was much joy all o­ver the Court by reason of a certa [...]n great benefit which is shortly to redownd upon the whole Ʋniverse as Apollo out of his certain fore-knowledge of things told a near Favorite; the particulars are not known, but it is to bee by a Marriage betwixt two Mighty Princes both living neare the Atlantick: Our Agents abroad send us not much news, by reason of the late happy Generall peace in Europe; only from what we have by private intelli­gence, wee hope shortly to see from the double top of our Sacred Hill the Christian Princes of the West joyne for­ces again [...]t their common Mahumetan enemy upon a better account than the determination of a blind Councell at Cler­mont, that so by the help of their successefull armes our proud Ottoman oppressors power may be abated, and he no more [Page 5] raise armies able to besiedge Austria; it being more than time for us to be freed from his Tyranny, and date our let­ters not from the Flight of an Impostor, but from the come­ing of the true Prophet: In order to the improvement of Learning his Majesty has referr'd the care of new Experi­mentall Philosophy to the honourable R.B. his Hermeticall Esquire R:H, and the rest of the Right Knowing Verula­mians; of Platonicall Philosophy to H. M; of ingenuous writings to J. H. Esquire; And as for Poëtry (to omit the rest at present) he resolves to be himselfe still the vigilant o­verseer thereof, and to keep it up in its height; and he has already made good progresse in his designe by well impro­ving so sublime a Theme offered as your Aprill 22 and 23; for, being informed of the almost unutterable glory of those two days, of the Magnificent processe of that sacred person to his Throne, and his more magnificent seating there-on, hee presently summon'd all the Poëtts, told 'um what he had heard, required them to exercise every one their severall Fancys on so extraordinary a subject, and appointed Fam. Strada Master of the Ceremonies; but the silly, whymsicall Jesuite was under a firme resolution not to accept of any place either of profit or honour out of I know not what strange conceit, for fear (forsooth) lest he should be taken by some Virtuoso's for a Fanatick; where-upon his Majesty him­selfe without any demur undertook that charge and beckoned to Homer to lead; where-at the noble Greek immediately stood forth, and exprest himselfe to this effect,

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Which Apollo himselfe partly out of respect to his First-born sonne, and partly to honour the English tongue, was pleased taking upon him the person of Homer thus to translate,

MUse tell the World of that late exil'd King,
And not his Suff'rings but his Glory sing;
Hee once indeed did heavens wrath incurr,
And found Jove nothing but a Thunderer;
While he was faine to fly through unknown ways,
Ledd by his Starrs then seeming all to blaze;
And this sore plague was on poor England sent,
That shee should play the fool in Government,
Her mighty Monarchy turn'd piddlïng State,
Masculine Government Effaeminate;
But Heaven now her Miserere's hears,
And towards her Great Lord compass'on bears,
Gives him his Golden wand and Azure ball
To seem and bee a glorious Prince withall:
Ne'r shall this year its room in Story want,
Now Priams sonn sitts Crown'd in Troynovant:
Oh! what a floud of light from him doth flow!
How like the midday-Sunn it makes him show!
Such cloaths of Gold and Silver kill my braine,
My Opticks faile and I grow blind again:
This Earthly Jove all sorts of men doth please;
Inlanders leave their homes, Sea-men their Seas,
Both English born, and they that Neighbours are
A part in singing and in shouting bear;
You may the like in those fair gardens see
Where Thousands buzz about one Royall-Bee:
Should nature give me now a dozen tongues
And halfe as many paire of lusty lungs,
And those made of the lately sheathed steel,
I could not word the joy three nations feel.

Next Virgil was call'd upon to say something in relation to the present affaires of the renowned Westerne Isle, who so quickly took the summons that e'r any of the company were aware hee was in the middle of a verse, and thus (as to what we could hear) hee begann,

— Fractus bello fatisque repulsus
CAROLIDES, cujus tria regna Wigornia secum
Traxit in exitium, tot jam labentibus annis
(Nam non sunt aeternae animis coelestibus irae,)
Sceptra manu vibrans solió (que) potitus avito
Ex alto populos videt atque videtur ab ipsis:
Phoebe (fatebor enim) cùm se post nubila Clarum
CAROLUS exhibeat, Majestatémque serenus
Induat antiquam, subito haec Parnasseä sordent
Culmina, quaerendúm (que) Tibi est in numine numen;
Ille comâ meliore diem lucêm (que) deaurat
Imbellem, radiós (que) T'uos fugat astra fugantes;
Imò Tibi, occiduus Talem siquando videres,
Eclipsin patienti esset nova causa ruboris:
Clarus ubi (audivi) regis fratér (que) sorór (que)
Majorés (que) jacent & avi tumulantur avorum,
Spinea cùm nondum turgesceret Insula tectis,
Cùm nondum in sacram tua moles surgeret Aedem,
Te rude vulgus ibi coluit, numénque vocavit
Et Phoebum docuêre referre altaria Mystae;
Qui modò Te lucém (que) Tuam coluêre pusillam,
Hoc quid crediderim facturos principe viso?
Quòd si quid poterit splendenti luminis addi
Stat juxtà miscét (que) jubar Dux iuclytus armis;
Nempè avulso uno non deficit alter & alter
CAROLUS, & geminâ stirps regia fronde triumphat;
Fortunati ambo! nisi me praesagia fallunt
Ʋestra novi condent ingentia facta Poëtae,
CAROLIDUM (que) domus Longâ dominabitur Albâ
Dum rotet astra polus, feriant dum littora venti.

With how great applause this was received I shall not rehearse; Apollo (to continue my bare Relation) thought none so fit to render the divine Maro into English as the Au­thor of the Heroical Epistles, M. D; him therefore by a beck he designed to that office, who thus performed it,

GReat CHARLES by warr, and adverse Fate undone,
From whom three Nations in one field were wonne,
At last (for heaven doth not alwaies frowne)
Handles his Scepter, and putts on his Crowne;
And from the highest seat of Majesty
Sees his good people thronging him to see:
Sir, I must tell you, now that HEE is freed
From those thick clowdes, and shines as King indeed,
I see no glory in this glorious place,
And Majesty is setting in your face;
Hee guilds your gold, and makes a double day;
Starrs fly from yours, from his your feebler ray;
Should your when setting see the like, you'ld find
More cause to blush in being so out-shin'd:
In that rich Minster, where (as I have heard)
Lye CHARLES's kinn and Auncestors interr'd,
E'r stately houses cover'd Thorny Isle,
E'r your profaner Mosque turn'd sacred Pile,
There in that place men own'd you for Divine,
Sung hymnes unto you, worshipt at your shrine;
They who ador'd beholding petty you
Should th'have a sight of Him what would they do?
Now if such glory augmentable seems
The Warlike Duke stands by, and mixes beams;
See, two for one! if CHARLES the Martyr bleeds
Another and another still suceeds:
Partners in blisse! ne'r shall there want a verse
(If I know ought) your Actions to rehearse,
And your great Fam'ly in White-Hall shall Reign
As long as Isles have shores, or Charles a Waine.

The Esquire had no sooner done but up stood Ovid, and very well understanding himselfe to be the next to Virgill both in ability and renowne, as also plainly foreseeing how ill it would bee resented if he should be silent in such a case prevented the invitation, and of his hwn accord sweetly smi­led out these insuing lines,

DII Maris & Terrae! nam (quae sunt saecula nobis)
Et Maris & Terrae discimus esse Deos;
Eia, bonum factum! supero quòd Carolus anno
In sua sit placidis regna revectus aquis;
Eia, bonum factum! quòd & hoc modò Carolus anno
Ad sua sit nitidis tecta revectus equis:
Naso Tomitanae notissimus incola terrae
Ah! scio quid patrio sit caruisse solo;
Non tamen id vatem quod sum grave passus adurit,
Sed quod sustinuit Carolus exilium;
Nempè cadunt arbusta, jacent pro more myricae;
Aegrè procumbit celsior ulmus humi:
Me miserum! quantos viduata Britannia luctus,
Quanta diu rapto Principe damna tulit!
Sive Scotos aliquis Dominum non ritè tuentes
Narrârit, Scoticum corda tulêre gelu;
Seu quis in Angliacum Gallorum murmura Regem
Innuerit, miserae Gallia luctus erat;
Seu quis pugnantes Dunkerkae dixerit Anglos,
Et Dunkirka novi causa doloris erat;
Plura ego non memoro; quid enim memorasse juvabit?
Praeteritus minuet gaudia tanta dolor:
Tam tardè adveniens lachrymas expressit Aprilis,
At (que) omnis planè mensis Aprilis erat;
Hic istas oriens Sol siccat lumine guttas,
Alter ut ille Orbis Caesaris ora videt:
Ergò ego Saturnum, Martém (que) Jovém (que) silebo,
Implentémque libros Amphitryoniadem;
Námque quid Alcides? regnavit sanguine multo,
Gessit bella, hominum corpora stravit humi;
Sed pacem revocare, animásque domare rebelles
Herculis est decimus tertius iste Labor.

What he expressed in Latine was as elegantly rendered into English by Mr Sands, in this manner;

YEE Pow'rs upon the Land, and Pow'rs by Sea,
For (as things goe) both sorts of Pow'rs there bee,
Thanks for your last-years courtesy before
In setting CHARLES upon his native shore;
Thanks for your this-years favour to him show'n
In bringing him in triumph to his Throne:
Forced my selfe to Scythia's ice and snow
What 'tis to suffer Banishment I know;
Thither I went, and well could tarry there,
But CHARLES's banishment I could not bear:
The ground is fitt for such poore shrubbs as I;
But Elmes and Oakes are'nt us'd so low to ly:
Ah mee! what feares did headlesse England seize!
How the Great Widdow wept her selfe new Seas!
How 'mongst the Scotts he far'd if any told,
Her heart soon imitated Scotlands cold;
Hearing the French against him murmured,
Those murmurings in her new troubles breed;
Being inform'd of Dunkirk's bloudy fight
The name of Dunkirk put her in a fright;
I'l not relate the rest; t'will do no good,
T'would spoile these present triumphs if I should;
For want of such an Aprill 23.
Each month a showry Aprill seem'd to bee;
That Sunne now riseing dryes up every teare,
While he doth there to th'other World appeare:
Then farewell Saturne, Jove, and Mars, all three;
And Hercules that fills up History;
For what did hee? hee in his furious mood
Conquer'd men's bodys, spilt in warr their bloud;
But to make peace, and quell mens passions too,
This t'other Hercules could never do.

Martiall was under a clowd at this time, and Apollo made a demurr whether he should be imployed or not; but for fear of discouraging his grand Epigrammatist whom such a slight would quite undoe, and a little time might chance to reform, he set him on worke, and this was the whole almost of what he produce't;

Ad Lyoolitam.
ATtende, Loyolita, te velim paucis,
Tam grande nè placeat tibi nimis Dictum;
Modò verte Splendores Britannicos versùs,
Citra tuam Monarchiam Ʋniversalem
Potes videre Solem in Occidente Ortum.
Ad Phoebum.
QƲaero ubi sit CAROLUS; respondes (Phoebe) roganti,
Ante Palatinas concidit ille fores,
Concidit? âh, miserè tua nos oracula fallunt
Falsum (Phoebe) canis Tú (que), Tripús (que) tuus;
Concidit? Eccum ipsum! vivum, diademate cinctum!
Quàm par mens, similis gloria, nomen idem!
Credimus Assyrios renovant incendia nidos,
Fabellae faciunt gesta hodiurna fidem;
Jam frustra in Dominos plebs ferrea saeviet; in se
Regius en regni semina sanguis habet.
Ad Rotatorem Fanaticum.
HArringtone, rotae faber jocosae,
Nonnullus (fateor) tui Rotundi
Ʋsus nuper erat, nec ipse multùm
Errabas Carolo jacente nostro;
Postquám advenerit alma Lux Geörgî
Istam Machinulám (que) (que) tollas;
Scis versatilis ut potentiorum
Fortunam Rota Principum figurat;
Scis quisnam radius (perite rerum)
Ad terras humili situ jacebat;
Ille ut debuerat, volente Fato,
Ascendens propiora cernit astra,
At (que) Illo Rota culminante tandem
Stat nunc fixa nec amplius movetur.

There wanted a fit person to be imployed in the transla­tion of Martiall, but for want of a better Sylvester did him thus into English,

To B. the Jesuite.
COme, Jesuite, and let mee thee advise,
Do'nt thou thy known proud Motto too much prize;
On Englands present glory cast thy eyes,
A sleep thy Universall Monarch lyes,
Yet see the Sunn there in the West arise.
To Apollo.
WHere's mighty CHARLES? Apollo, where? relate;
Hee's murder'd, answear'st thou, at his own gate;
Murder'd? no, surely thou'rt mistaken there,
Deceiv'd art thou, and Fallible thy Chaire;
Murder'd? no, there he sitts, alive, and Crown'd,
With th'same high soul; same name, and lustre found:
The Phaenix in the fire is borne anew,
These passages do prove that story true:
Rebells, no more rejoyce to see Kings dye;
Their bloud, you find, 's the seed of Monarchy.
To him that spake last at the Rota.
STate-wheel-wright, I must needs allow
Thy whimm was usefull once and thou;
Thou seemedst orthodox of late
Whilst CHARLES was yet unfortunate;
Now there ha's been a Georges-day
Engine and Engineer away;
The Wheel thou know'st was found long since
To shew the Fortunes of a Prince;
Neither can'st thou well but know
What spoke did lately down-ward goe;
That's Culminant (Fate turning round)
As nigh the starrs as once the ground,
And now that to the topp hath runn
The Weel must fix, its Motion's done.

The Latine Poëtts having pretty well playd their parts, his Majesty and the whole company lookt all stedfastly now up­on Du Bartas, now upon T. Tasso, which was a sufficient [Page 14] signe what was expected from those two, hereupon they both stood forth, but instead of falling to the businesse in hand en­terr'd into a dispute concerning their precedency one before the other, and appeal'd to Apollo which side of the Moun­taine was the more fertile soile for witts, and whither had more right to begin first the French-man or the Italian; his Majesty bade them both sit downe again for the present, and come again for judgement an 100 years hence; then turn­ing towards the English Poëtts, he thought to have brought old Jeffery upon the stage, but considering how little diffe­rence there is both as to matter and stile between him and Spencer, he pitch't upon the last, who entertain'd us with this Dialogue betwixt one Thenot an honest Shepheard and one Hobbinol a Fanatick Goatheard.

Thenot. Hobbinol.
The.
HObbin, to mee a read what garrs thee greet?
What maken thee so Melancholy?
Hob.
Thenot, much is y done that is not meet,
I sigh at London peeples folly;
The.
Mischiefe on sighs; what art the bett for thy?
Rise and with mee to Cotswold goe;
Thither our bonny ladds apace do hie,
Dover been there again, I trow;
Come, Hobbin, let us frisk it o'r the plaine
Wee will frisk it merrily;
Hob.
Tho thou wouldst have mee bee a dancer, Swaine;
Nay, I may not dance with thee;
The.
But thou maist frisk it when y bidd by Pan,
Who will have us end our woe;
Hob.
How do I know that Pan commands it? Man;
Then.
The lit within us twinckles so;
Tho, as thou art a ladd, do ne yshend
Our roundells fresh with ruthfull lay;
To eek our jollity wee all intend,
Our King maken thilk holy-day:
Hob.
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I ken not why there should be any King,
Nature ordained parity;
The.
Tho congy to thy boy this evening,
Hee was born as good as thee:
Hob.
Is not a Knit of Bath an uncouth thing?
Many a one afore him went;
Then.
Religious Knits fitt a Religious King,
And their Order is most decent:
O it would be a lawfull dignity
Were a redd ribbond sent to you;
Hob.
At, but those habitts come from Rome Citty;
The.
So did the Evangel too;
Is wine the worse for being Laterane
When from Italy sent hither?
Does holy Bible strait turne Alcoran
Because y bound in Turky leather?
Hob.
The others eke I hate as cruelly
Those buxom Knits of the Round Garter,
Who, I am taught, founded were by—by—by
That Popish King our Brittish Arter;
Then.
Ah seely Hobbin! hott cole on thy toung;
Thus chatten folk they know not what;
It is a fashion Christian Kings emong,
What Answer yeue yee unto that?
Such decency all sorts of peeple use,
And all rejoyce thilke day to see
But only you whom fowl leasings abuse,
And robben of your whilome glee:
Hob.
Then I'l bee blith (so pleaseth mee) and sing;
I'l dance about as I were wood,
And drinken healths unto our gratious King,
Then.
You're mov'd thereto, therefore t'is good:
Hob.
Il'l hang his picture ev'ry wall upon,
Cut C's and R's in all my box;
Certes James Naylor is a very son,
Georg Fox (I ween)s very Fox.

Next Quarles succeeded, and knowing his excellency to lye in Illustration of Emblemes spake to the present purpose by way of allusion to the frontispeice of that Sacred piece, which wee have here written in Letters of Gold, [...], Which I reckon would be in vain to describe, see­ing there are none who have seen any thing but they have seen that; thus the ingenuous Gentleman descanted upon it,

1.
HOw does the table suite with what's been done,
That cutt with what wee see!
How well the Father's Mottoe's fitts the Sonne!
How both their lives agree!
His Sire through sufferings did in triumph runn,
And thorough them runns hee;
Grammercy they who e'r this Embleme drew;
This will the businesse fully shew;
I knew not where to borrow any else would do.
2.
Though tumults rag'd against the King as high
As 'gainst the rock the Sea,
Though a darke night all overcast his skye
As dark as dark can bee,
Though there did heavier burdens on him lye
Than on the patient tree,
The Rock had learn't (like Terminus) to stay,
The night has turn'd a glorious Day,
The Palme-tree's glory has anticipated May.
3.
Never let loyall Rock fear boisterous Fate,
Since CHARLES unshook has been;
Nor England's Day e'r dread a night in state,
Since CHARLES's is serene;
Never let Royall Palme fear any weight
Since CHARLES's is so green;
And may that sure-fixt Rock no motion know,
That Sunn may he still brighter show;
May that Great Palm-tree greener still and greener grow.

In the next place there were presented to his Majesty di­verse Coronation Poëms, (as they were called,) to the num­ber of 17, 16 whereof wereof were never look't into, Apol­lo having enough and too too much of the first, a Tetrastick whereof be pleased to take in the Authors own words,

(Twelve months agoe our Royall Sove'reigne land-
Ed at the Dover cliffs in safety and
Enterr'd his Kingdome; now, behold! hee sitts
Enthron'd, and they whose rebellious fitts; &c.)

And from thence judge how justly the inditer there-of and his brethren were honourably dismist each of them with a wreath of Absinthium Umbelliferum tenuisolium, and a nosegay of Atriplex ollida:

These Pamphletteers being departed, his Majesty by way of divertisement cursorily perused an Heroïck Poëm intitled CAROLEIS, which was written by a Virtuoso of your own nation, (some say a Theologo) but came hither to beg an Im­primatur; I may not send you a compleat copy thereof untill it be Licensed, but (if your patience be not quite tired out) you may take a tast of the whole in these few Stanza's:

1.
NOw had our Royall Eagle for some time
Been forc't through Aire none of his own to fly,
While paltry rookes into his Throne did climbe
Feather themselves and set their nests on high.
2.
When that Great Monarch on whom Myriads wait,
Who wisely rules the World he wisely made,
Summon'd his flameing Ministers of State,
And in the midd'st of them sate downe, and said;
3.
"Who of you minds my World's more Westerne part?
"Who'l place the English King on English ground?
"Who'l counter-work Hell's plotts with Heavenly art,
"And so procure the Royall Exile Crown'd?
4.
"There is a time for wrath, a time for love;
"I can no longer now forbear my smiles;
"If I am Monarch, if I reigne above
"Hee shall be King below, and rule those Isles:
5.
Englands unseen Protectour then arose,
Or, if that word hath been too much profan'd,
The Spirit which for Brittains Guardian goes
Boldly took heart, and openly complain'd;
6.
"Sole Conservator of the Universe,
"I would presume at length to make my moane;
"But (ah!) what tongue is able to rehearse
"What my poor Province there has undergone?
7.
"My Albion long since had changed her name,
"But never lost till now her Happinesse;
"Shee's nor in Church, nor yet in State the same,
"By your permission Priestlesse, Monarch-lesse.
8.
"By your Permission we are sure 'tis so,
"But should that your Permission last too long
"T'would seem your Will, and men would think below
"You're like themselves and doe delight in wrong:
9.
"Then, ôh, both Court and Clergy now restore,
"And that brave land in unity maintaine,
"Least what my dearest Ina joyn'd before
"Fall into more then Heptarchy againe.
10.
"And those who so audaciously of late
"Voted downe Service-book and Monarchy
"Disturb, distract, confound, infatuate,
"Or else they'l next vote downe your Deïty:
11.
"CHARLES ripe for hundreds wants one Diadem
"Robb'd of his treasures, countrey, friends and all;
"Oh might I steale from Flanders such a gem!
"Oh might I be his Guide unto White-halt!
12.
"Say but the word, I runn, I fly, I'm there;
"My hast no medium nor distance checks;
"I'le soon unroost the Rump from Westminster,
"And fix the Hydra's heads on other necks:
13.
"I'le Him in his Great Loyall City sett,
"And bring him in such state unto his throne,
"That people shall all former pomps forgett,
"And History not mention that of Scone.
14.
"And so thou shalt (was Answear'd) I decree,
"But let us take advice, my Faithfull one;
"How may this businesse best effected bee?
"Which course d'yee steer, & what must first be done? &c.

His Majesty having given his verdict of and commands a­bout this Heroïck Poëm laid it by, and desired the Virtuo­so which brought him the joyfull news, and had not yet left the Court, to conclude the day, who recollecting such thoughts as he had in the street before, in the Abby at, and at home af­ter the Coronation putt them all into this following Ode.

ODE.

T'Is Hee; ôh! I shall view him o'r and o'r!
That is the Duke which comes before;
And this, it is the Abby-doore;
Open thy doore, thou house divine,
Thou art not make-bate Janus shrine,
Open, in thee to day our CHARLES will shine:
Thou one continued Monument hast been
To shew that Prince, and King, and Queen
High persons dye as well as meane;
Thou hast been of'ts Mortality,
Now thou shalt a witnesse bee
Of th'Resurrection of Majesty:
Peter, thy keys; let in our Soveraigne
Into thy Illustrious Fane,
Pounds not Pence shall be thy gaine;
Though wee're not Anti-Christian,
Nor think the King more than a man,
Thy Abby shall out-pomp thy Vatican:
Rich Vestments make the Lords Spirituall gay,
Coronets adorne the Lay,
Then I'l put on my wreath of Bay,
And for a kind of Poët goe,
(Worser then I have do'nt I know,)
And bear my petty part in this great show:
Arch-Angells (sure) leaving their glorious sphear
Themselves have bodyfied here
English Nobles to appear;
And Earthly, grosse, corporeall wee
Crowding so thick our King to see
Use their laid-by Penetrability:
Men used to be waited on can wait,
Nor does their Pomp there-by abate,
Since here to bows to sit in state,
And now may CHARLES's lustre bee
The Proto-type of Majesty,
The Emperour's not King of Kings, but Hee:
The newly-found Egyptian Anubis
But a dull Hieroglyphick is
Of our Kings glory, Kingdomes blisse;
Italy, though high shee sings,
Here-of no full resemblance brings
Consular triumphs were such puny things.
The Father now would slight Victorious Paul,
His entrance, person, name and all,
To see these Peers this Prince install;
Hee'd find when Rome subdu'd her foes
Shee came as short of us in showes
As now her modern Glories do of those;
Of all the Objects which sight-worthy bee
If he might have his choice of three
What would he choose? what would hee see?
Hee'd see the Man with God-head fill'd,
See the Tent maker Churches build,
See CHARLES's beames this OEta-Minster guild:
That speck of Majesty, I should say spott,
Though wee with soules esteem'd him not,
Some of the many's honour gott;
Though they saw Noll headlong runn
And sett all in combustion,
Yet Phaëthon with them went for a Sunn;
Minutest things which to our eye doe come
Through a watry Medium
Seem to be great and fill much roome;
Thus Cromwell's lownesse high appears,
His narrownesse a great breadth bears,
While men opprest look on him thorough tears;
But now the Scepter's sweeter for his sword,
That Caytiffe does this good afford
The foile setts off our native Lord;
So Diamonds do for Diamonds passe
When confronted by dimm glasse,
So Silver shines the more when plac't by brasse?
White-hall and Lambeth-house since one CHARLES dy'd
With small delight themselves have spy'd
In th'waters which betwixt 'um glide;
They saw themselves turn'd upside down,
Gone was the Miter and the Crowne,
Fal'n were their propps King's robe and Bishop's gowne;
But all things now 're again serene and clear,
Now they like themselves appear,
Now their stately topps they rear;
Yonder sitts he in our view
Who'l give both Church and State their due,
King long agoe, at last anoynted too.
Were't not for th' Iö-Paeans of the towne,
The depths of nature I would sound,
Into my selfe I would goe down
And seriously ruminate
What 'twas could cause his so hard fate,
What is the reason he is Crown'd so late;
Did redd-coat Mars into rebellion runn,
And confront the King his Sunn,
Presageing what should here be done?
Did Iron-side in former days
Eclipse the gold which Sol displays
And make a new spott in's Meridian rays?
Did Charles's waine fling its bright rider down?
Or did the starrs of either Crowne
Look something dull, and seem to frowne,
As Thummin-stones their shine would loose
And prognosticate sadd news
When God to blesse a designe did refuse?
Was it because that he was rule to bear
Over the Brittish Tribes that are
All Judah and none Issachar,
To deal with spirits bold and free?
But wee for ever have been wee,
Yet when was English Prince so us'd as hee?
I must confesse e'en in the open street
Not to my Priest but t'all I meet,
And do penance in this street;
Religion it tottering stood,
Philosophy t'would do no good,
Reason was at a losse do what it could;
These things seem'd that, or something like unto't
Which, though it do'nt his temper suite,
Yet malice would to CHARLES impute;
They like to Tyranny did look,
And I did want a Construing book,
Was with a fit of Lucianisme took;
I could not brook in Fate such uncouth Laws,
I could not salve in her such flaws,
I could not solve such Aenigma's;
But that I knew the Queen of Kings,
Mistresse of Persons and of Things
Fortune doth stand upon a ball with wings;
I knew the Fire Gold-Reall too must prove,
That CHARLES was dear to him above
With whom to chastise is to Love;
That what is slowly's surely done,
And whom heav'n will fix fast in's throne.
It is the longer setting him there-on:
Then (Mighty Sir) at length ascend your Throne,
Possesse the seat long since your owne,
And fill't with your Great-Selfe alone;
Assume your Scepter and your Mound,
Your (ah! but) gold- and pearl- set Round,
Till better jewells, better mettall's found;
Hee mounts, h' ascends, h'assumes his Diadem,
Whose ev'ry ounce of gold and gemm
Take worth from him, not he from them;
A sight which wo'nt be done when done,
But still and still be thought upon,
And thought on e'en convert Rebellion:
Mars thus would shine, and such a presence bear
If, what a Comett once did dare,
Hee'd sit in Cassiopea's chaire;
Apollo would look with such state
If when he does culminate
His fore-head-beams were taught t'incorporate:
This day Triumphant George doth claime as his;
Indeed such glory a prospect is
Only for such a time as this;
Nor is there the Solemnity
In the least with this can vie
But yesterday's Proaem'all bravery:
How London was with the whole Nation lin'd!
How was Lumbard-street outshin'd,
The Sunn to his own Spheare confin'd!
How the rich mettalls did abound,
As if the King return'd had found
Rio de Plata flowing through his towne!
How the first curious Arch was beautify'd,
Yet both its cheekes in purple dy'd,
Blushing that CHARLES should through it ride!
What rev'rence Thames to him did shew!
How Neptune waving's Trident too
Did from his stately Cabine homage doe!
How did the Temple ovally ascend,
And by it's figure round portend
This peace and joy should have no end!
How did Flora's fruits revive,
How did they grow a fresh and thrive
To see Great Pan Great Pan again alive!
How sensible the houses were t'was HEE!
How London would not Majesty
But in her gowne of Arras see!
How long howres seem'd a little while
Whilest he giv'ing ev'ry street a smile
Shott th'Huge, the Navall, Rurall, Sacred pile!
Yet why do I one only Sacred call?
Coesar has consecrated all
In's Royall journy to White-hall:
May they outlive like piles of stone;
May they (at least) be lett alone
Till Livia too passe through them to the Throne:
Goe, sheath thy Dagger London; jarrings cease;
Have for thy paines an endlesse peace,
While CHARLES makes love and trade increase,
The World (or Poëts guesse amisse)
The World is in reversion his,
And thou design'd that World's Metropolis.

You may a little wonder at the length of the Ode, but the Author being a native of England his Apology is made to his hand; whom when Loyalty had suffered to make an end, Apollo arose from his seat, and thanked him and all the rest in a pitthy speech, where-in he shewed himselfe as much the Lord of Oratory as he is own'd to be of Poëtry, and then dismist the assembly: So, Sir, craveing pardon for the trou­ble [Page 26] I shall have put you to by that time you are come thus farr in the perusall of these papers, and presuming upon the graunt, I make hast to subscribe my selfe,

Sir,
Your unknown but reall humble Servant Bocalini Jun.

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