[coat of arms (of Henry Oxinden?)]

[crown surmounted by animal]

Hen Oxinden de Barham

‘Non est mortale quod opto.’ 1647.

CHARLS TRIUMPHANT, &c.

This is that CHARLS, who did from CHARLS proceed, Who shall in Greatness CHARLS the Great exceed.

CAROLUS e CAROLO descendens, erit CAROLO magno major.

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LONDON, Printed in the year, MDCLX.

TO THE KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS, His best Vicegerent CHARLS II. Who shall be greater than CHARLS the GREAT;

The Author wisheth All the Blessedness, and Glory; All the Love, and Power; All the Majesty and Dominion that an earthly God is capable of.

Rex si me Argligenis vatibus inseres,
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.
Hor. Car. lib. 1. od. 1
Great KING if you'l be pleas'd to grace
Me in your heart with a near place
The world to come shall see
My head shall reach Heav'ns lofty Sphere,
And as the stars I will shine there,
Such shall my Glory be.

THE AUTHORS OPINION.

THE Choristers of Heav'n rejoyce and sing:
Beholding now the Triumphs of our King.
And he who grieves this blessed sight to see,
Must either Devil or grand Rebel be;
Ah! curst's that soul can be an Heraclite,
At the rejoycing of the Sons of Light.

THE Author TO THE READER.

REader I here have set before thine eyes
A heav'nly Image in Triumphant wise,
The sacred Off-spring of thy Lord and King:
Let now thy heart a peal to heaven ring
At this so glorious a sight: for why?
In viewing him thou view'st a Deity.

THE AVTHORS HYMN.

O Let us now rejoyce and sing
Praises unto our Lord,
Because he hath restor'd our King
Even of his own accord.
How great his Kingdome to us is
In doing of the same!
O let us evermore for this
Extoll his Holy Name.
And let us thanks unto him give
For all his Mercies try'd,
And pray that long our CHARLES may live
Who us indemnifi'd.
And in the fire did cast the rod,
His mercies bearing sway,
For this praise we the Lord our God,
Praise we the Lord I say.
BEhold a Triumph which no servants scoff
Can possibly eclipse, or e're put off.
For CHARLES his chariot shall triumphing run,
Coeval with the horses of the Sun,
And loyal acclamations likewise make
Royal hearts dance, but hearts of Rebels quake.
Jo. Hobart Of Quarrington in Mersham in Kent.

ON CHARLES Triumphant, A POEM, Dedicated to His Majesty by H. Oxinden Esq

Most gracious Soveraign,
AFter the Countreyes well meant dusty greets,
Turning the deserts in your road to streets;
And pu [...] past [...] gladness of the gaudy town,
Where some joyes were heard in some swalow'd down,
Besides the shouts of the converted Host,
Guarding before the Crown upon a Post:
With Catsdung throngs of Courtiers 'bout the Throne,
Crowding for places till they left you none:
View this Aeschylian Authors loyal strain,
Such Gratulations spend, and last again;
Born without pangs, Offspring of Extasie,
Since you transported was, why may not He?
Rapt with a Soveraign influence, 'bove those
Whose thanks are healths profound, and shallow prose.
Yet if your smiles infuse not vital mirth,
'Twill prove abortive, or Saguntine birth;
Which come your Holocaust, if now it dies,
And if it stands, your living sacrifice:
First fruits from him, whose All for Charles is bred;
He that presents the feet, dares stake the head.
H. B.

On the most ingenuous Author of Charles Trium­phant.

THE splendid Triumphs of the Town and Court
Ambitious are to be great Charles his sport;
Arches advanced be to raise his Name
Above the Clouds, till they obscure their frame;
But this high Author only can advance
His fame beyond the power of force or chance;
And by the verdure of Poetick Bay
Make his whole life a Coronation day:
Others dread King may crown your head with gold,
This golden Verse preserves from growing old
Your eviternal praise; and in this thing
By b'ing his Subject, you are more his King.
Thomas Williams.

TO HIS Most Honoured, because most faith­full friend (the Author) upon his Triumphant Poem.

APollo's darling, for thy due renown
'Tis just thy Royal verses wear a Crown:
My Muse is dumb, whilst thine sublimely sings
The best of Poets to the best of KINGS.
AUGUSTUS smiles, CAESAR accepts a mite,
[...]ow VIRGIL'S Genius doth English write.
[...]et common Poets prattle common things,
Whilst Monarchs triumph on thy Muses wings;
[...]ing noth' but Kings, thou can'st not higher rise:
[...]t is not meet Joves bird should stoop at flyes:
Nature and Art being married in Thee,
Muses conserve their true Posterity.
Heavens me defend from being thine Enemy,
[...] would not be laid forth before I die:
Who willingly would meet his Death, his Herse,
His Funeral in thy Triumphant Verse?

TO HIS Much esteemed Friend and ever honored Patron, Henry Oxinden Esq upon his most incomparable Poem, CH. TRI.

Lately you wrote against our Hydra-state
As a Sharp Satyrist: and Englands fate
You did bewaile, and wisely did presage
If Charls were absent in that direfull age
Religion would expire; her end was nigh;
So you prepar'd for her an Elegy:
But now your verses in another straine
Do runne, and sing Triumphant Iob again;
Since which you once resolved to set by
All verse, and take your leave of Poetry,
But God would not permit your Muse to cease
In so much bless'd and Halcyon times as these;
When Brittaine doth possess within her Spheare
Her wished long expected Iupiter
Our blessed Soveraign who in the space
Of twelve years finished his wandring race,
And now no longer shall a Planet be,
But a Star fixt, or Stationary.
Surely those Gods who caus'd the Star to shine
At Charls His birth, to shew he was divine,
The very same sent Phaebus down t' enspire
Your mind, and kindle a poetick fire
At your books birth, where you so sweetly sing
The famous Acts of your most valiant King:
In strains so ravishing, as might provoke
The much amaz'd, and famous Royal Oak,
To follow you, as Orpheus once did make
The Trees to dance, and mighty Mountains shake

The same to the Authors Momus.

If Mists arise, and seem to cloud thy praise,
Think it not strange, Phaebus can't chuse but raise
Such envious vapours, therefore murmur not,
Such a black cloud is but your Beauty-spot.
This is your glory, for not only you,
But Sol himself wears these black patches too.
J. W.

Lib. 1.

I.
Lo I! who once had Helicon giv'en 'ore,
And thought to climb Parnassus Hill no more
I who the Funerall in forty nine
Sang of Religion, & did then divine
Untill King CHARLS came it would never have
A total resurrection from the grave.
I who at that time earnestly did pray
That Christ might to his Kingdomes lead the way,
And also wish'd, and that with good intent,
A speedy end to the long Parliment.
And I the man who did in fifty one
extol Iobs' patience unto Heavens throne.
(The very Type of our Great Martyr slain
And his deare Son, rightly our Sovereign.)
And I who 'yerst my fancy to delight
OXINDENORUM series did write,
And did decypher bless'd Elizas blisse
Triumphant (would God I were where she is)
And I who lately in my Image Royal
Extoll'd a Noble Soul for being Loyall.
And therein Monarchy did justly own,
Of Goverments the best of all thats known:
And [...] [...]e very same who Nol, and's Nose,
[...] Rump, and all King CHALS his mortal foes
Admir'd alike; I, even I who have
Wonder'd who was of these the greater Knave,
Will to my paper once more set my pen,
And wellcome home the best of Kings and Men;
His Enemies disclaime, his Glory sing,
For 'tis my duty he's my Soveraigne King.
II.
And since, great CHARLS, I who thy subject am,
Have chosen thee the miror of all fame,
I'le scorne assistance from the Muses Hill,
And pray great Iove himself to guide my quill;
For whilst I of a God sing, I defie
All helpe beneath that of a Diety.
Great Father Iove send from the Emperial Pole
A heav'nly spright into my loyall soul,
For now Divinities my Theame, ev'n He
Whom God himself hath said a God to be.
III.
GREATFR then CHARLS the great thou shalt be; I
Aver it; for the Prophet would not ly,
Who said a CHARLS, should from a CHARLS pro­ceed
Who should in Greatness CHARLS the Great ex­ceed
Great PRINCE this all men say is meant of Thee,
The Peoples speech is Gods own speech say we.
Surely Thou art already such an One
As I the like on earth acknowledge none;
Thy Splendor's such, as Traytorous is that eye
which spies not in Thee supream Majesty.
Phoebus himself's eclypsed by thy Rayes,
O object worthy of the Angels praise!
The Cherubins and Seraphins on High
Are fitter far to speak thy worth then I,
So that I doubt 'twill be in me too great
Presumption of so high a King to treat,
And doubt like Phaeton whilst I a pitch
Too high do soar, may fall down in 'the ditch:
How ere I must proceed, doubts get ye gon,
For I feel Iove himselfe me spurring on.
IIII.
Creat CHARLS at whose bless'd birth Heaven did bring forth
A Star foreshewing thy transcendent worth.
Which added lustre unto Titans light,
More rare, more wonderfull then he ats hight,
How can I chuse but thee admire, and love,
Being the off-spring, and encrease of Jove?
Tell me ye whole Chaldaean race, what e're
Ye be, if that ye can, why then, and there
It gloriously appear'd, if not to show
A God on Earth was born to us below?
One that should us from Tyrants woes deliver,
Cut off th' entaile of th' Beast and Oliver,
Did not the star which did in th' East appear
Full fi [...]teen hundred fifty and nine year
Now past, to th' world betoken some such thing,
Then being born a Saviour and a King?
Both Saviours; with rev'rence, here's the odds
CHARLS is of men, CHRIST both of men an GODS.
V.
CHARLS bodies, CHRIST souls, CHARLS in time, but CHRIST
For ever saves, and is of Kings the high'st.
He CHARLS his Saviour is, as 'tis well known,
And CHARLS him for his Saviour doth own.
Ye Epicurean wits, who do surmize
Your selves to be so mystically wise,
Fancying Religion to be like the Law
Meere policy to keep bad men in awe:
And think ther's no such thing as providence;
Come, and sit down by me, and learn from hence;
Ev'n from the Preservation of one,
And he a King, that now sits on is throne,
That God above who in the Heaven is
Hath an especiall care of all are his.
Witnesse thee Scotland when as Thou did'st bring
Into a Labyrinth thy sacred King.
And who but God did help him safe thereout?
'Twas, He was He that did it, without doubt.
Witnesse thee Wor'ster likewise; where though he
Did shew admired Magnanimity,
And all the Caesars since the world begun
Surpast in what was fitting to be done;
Yet being overpow'red ten to one,
And most of's men of war slain, others gone,
Also on every side with dangers clos'ed,
In humane sence to noth, but death expos'd,
His Horse twice underneath him deadly shot,
And the sad battle lasting over-hot;
when lo! behold a Troope of Angels were
Sent by our God, to be his Lifeguard there,
And safely thence convey Him in despight
of Cromwels fury, or the Devils might.
VI.
'Twas God did put it in his mind to change
His royall Robes for those that were more strange
For such an High, and Mighty Prince to weare
As He was, and to cut off all his hair,
Whereby he could passe better undescri'd,
And so himself, might in himself best hide:
Thus He to Foes a dark cloud did appear,
But to his truly friends a light most clear.
I say it was his God who did cause this
(By his own Genius) Metamorphosis.
VII.
Who was't great KING that made Ioves own dear Tree
To lure thee to't, and therein safe to be?
O sacred Tree? which didst at once enshrine
Three Kingdomes well fare, and a Power divine!
Surely when He was in Thee, thou didst hold
Such worth as Mortall man cannot unfold;
Nay which of all the Angels can declare
The heav'nly thoughts contain'd then in thy
The Oracle at Delphos never spake
Such truth, as He, when there He silence brake, Sphere?
witnesse be Thou great Arbiter, above,
Who did'st Him hear, and his Supporter prove.
VIII.
'Twas thou who sa'vdst our King, and mad'st a Lane
For his escape when CHARLS was in the wane,
A lovely Lane, whose close Maeanders were
So darke as none but friends could find him there?
Sweete Madam Lane how much I have admired
The holy wiles wherewith thou was't enspired?
When as the Happinesse of Kingdomes three
Solely, and wholly trusted was with thee;
Nver! ah never since Eve first did sin
Did any woman threds so finely spinne,
Which though in hast, and danger they were drawn
No fault could yet be found in all the Lane.
XI.
It was the Providence of GOD on high
(Whose name be prays'd to all Eternity)
Which did contrive wayes (O how strange, and rare,
How deep! how high, how vast his councels are!)
In order to our Kings escape, and made
The Sunne to be preserved by the shade,
Poor subjects now the Instruments to save
A mighty King from foes, from Death and Grave.
Who sayes that Miracles are ceased, since
His safeties one, and must our thoughts convince?
Not only many men, but women too
The huge, and mighty load did undergo
Of locking up a Secret in their breast,
Such as by no means ought to be confest,
Women I say lockt up safe in their breast
A secret by no meanes to be confest!
A secret which temptations of Gold,
Or threats of punishments could not unfold,
A secret which most would have groaned under
And of't to be deliver'd burst asunder.
But GOD did hinder these from letting fall
Such words as might their royal Guest enthrall;
And did preserve him since in Spain and France.
And the Low Countries to his own advance.
Oh may, great Prince, the Lord whose mighty arm
Upheld thee then, still keep thee from all harm.
X
'Tis Thee, Great Charls, I speak of, thee for whom
I have so long pray'd, let thy Kingdomes come:
All which thy Kingdomes now are come to Thee,
(Thanks be to God) and thou to them all three.
Th' art come to them, and sure the Angels, they,
Even Gods own Host Thee guarded by the way.
And doubtless he's an Atheist who not sings
Beholding Thee brought home on Angels wings.
No Sadduce but would confess the same,
Had he our Charls seen then, when thus he came:
No Sceptick ought to doubt of this, and I
Think, to gain-say it, comes near Blasphemy.
O how those Angels at their Office joyed,
In which the Lord of Hosts had them employed!
And to behold those who had sinners been,
Even Rebels late now turned from their sin;
There is no doubt, those Messengers of Light
Who do rejoyce when men turn to the right,
But that they did triumph when our King came,
For unsquar'd hearts he then put into frame:
So that at's landing I may boldly say
Both men, and Angels kept a holy day.
XI.
Hail CHARLS! who came so well attended, hail
To whom GOD Neptune did his Trident vaile,
And his dear Amphitrite gladly bring
All her faire Nymphs to view so great a King:
No wonder then that calme the waters were
Sith Neptune Master CHARLS himself was there.
Besides the Sea-GOD had the winds commanded
Not to be boistrous till his guest was landed;
And had a minde to see's own daughters dance
Before the true, and la lawfull Heir of France;
The same who rules great Brittanie, and with all
Ireland, those Seas the narrow Seas we call,
Whose moveing Castles make the Ocean tremble,
And some of its great Borderers dissemble.
Witnesse thee Holand, and the rest; but I
Now leave you strinking saile to's Mijesty.
XII.
Haile CHARLS once more of whom the Sea-Gods care
So great was, that He in his armes you bare,
And in whose presence so much mirth did passe
As after times will doubt how great it was.
Some say the waters smil'd for joy, cause they
Your comp'ny had, 'this merry month of May,
And some affirm the fish your health did quaffe,
Whilst the sea Goddesses did sing, and laugh;
Some Fish did halfe above the waters rise,
Off'ring themselves to you a sacrifice;
Others as sure to leape for joy were seen,
As if that they had there transported been,
And certain 'tis, some wondered to see
The very ship that held your Majesty,
And well may this be true, fith I do know
Some men as well as Fishes that did so.
O famous ship which did'st three Kingdomes hold!
This Argo's glory who can well unfold?
O ship whose precious lading sure was such
As that all India was not worth so much:
O ship deserving highly to be graced
And 'mongst the Stars in Heav'n to be placed;
Sith it hath brought of Mortals all, the flower
Unto the Brittish shore, in a good hower,
Which some Fish following would not give over
Unltil they saw you safe arriv'd at Dover.
XIII.
Now might Pythagoras have hea'rd if e're
The pleasant Musick of each heav'nly Sphere,
And I my self, had I above them been,
Ioves Choristers for joy triumphing seen;
Yea some have thought that the damn'd Spir'ts be­low
Had intermission of their torments now,
And Heraclitus though he n'ere before
Was seen to laugh, might have laugh'd on this score,
But certain 'tis some persons I did view
who were so glad, as they themselves not knew.
XIV.
Some in their thoughts so rapt now up on high
As with their heads they touch'd che lofty sky
Some knew not whether on the Earth they went,
Or their feet trod upon the Firmament.
Other some could not possibly refraine
Aloud by words their gladnesse to explaine.
Some hollowed as if that they had ment
The aire to cleave, and clouds asunder rent
By their exceeding noise, which was so great
As it did reach up to Olympus seat;
Nor is't a wonder this was done by men
Sith conduits French, and Spanish utter'd then.
XV.
But O how Neptune foam'd for anger, when
He saw that you would part, and how He then
Roared for grief, when you were neare the shore,
Fearing He might not see you any more;
And when he saw that you would from him go,
He bad the rising billowes answer No,
And so they did, which many an one did hear
Who to your landing place were very near,
And for a need the truth thereof can sweare,
For they did see the same when they were there.

Lib. 2.

I.
And did the King at Dover land? then O
You Dubrians thank him for doing so,
Thanke Him for ever for the great renown
His Majesty did bring unto your Town;
Now may't be said whil'st Sol his course shall runne
Here landed CHARLS our King, St. CHARLS his son.
Fame will ride Post proclaming the world over
That CHARLS the Martyrs son did land at Dover.
What land so barbarous as will not hear
In short time now of famous Dover Peere?
And what brave Soul who is at's own command
Will not come see the place where CHARLS did land?
O sacred Place! (and be't in th' Annals put)
That had the honour first to to kisse his foot:
All ye that see it revetently bow,
And with devout affection Kisse it now;
Fond Pilgrims who St. Thomas foot-steps kisse,
Behold King Charles's holyer then his!
(I meane the foot-steps of St. Tom a Becket
Who in the World did once make heavy racket,
CHARL'S footsteps are divine, and who shall trace
His steps, he doth to heaven bend his race
Much surely are we bounden to our King,
Who leads the way which doth to Heav'n bring.
II.
CHARLS did at Dover land; a happy day
[...]or [...]s it was the twenthy sixt of May,
Th' one thousandth year six hundred and three­score
Of CHRST our SAVIOUR, when he came o're;
A day and year not e're to be forgot,
He is a Rebel sanctifies it not:
The Sun did then put on his brightest Rayes,
And with brave Monck attend him on his wayes,
Now with all Christendome might Kent alone
Have surely stood in competition:
Sole Kent all Christendome then need not fear
When our most High, and Mighty CHARLS is there,
What nam'd I CHARLS? that very name doth spell
Deliverance, if we observe it well:
Could have deliver'd us but Hee alone,
None could have ty'd the hearts of men but Hee
In Millions of knots of amity.
Hen'ry the Roses, James two Kingdomes joyn'd,
But CHARLS was He three Kingdomes that en­twin'd
And O how mightily all things rejoic'd
As soon as our Kings landing safe was noys'd!
As if they had esteemed it high Treason
To have done otherwise in such a season:
The Bells 'ore-joy'd were heard this Psalm to sing
Over, and over oft, God save the King:
The Churches they stood still; and it is well
They did so, Lambert once had rung their knell,
The Orthodoxe Divines did joy (and pray)
Their joyes were Orthodoxe, as well as they:
They gave God thankes their Sov'raign was r [...] turn [...]
(And well they might, their livings were adjou [...] n [...]
untill his comming:) and the Guns great sou [...]
Drown'd all, and made braines to their King tu [...] roun [...]
Such as before not much enclined were
To do so, yet they did it, He being there.
III.
Nature was now beheld in her best dress
To welcome home so longed-for a Guest,
I saw the trees clad in a greene attire,
And some for joy ev'n up to heav'n aspire:
I saw the Earth with flowers her selfe adorne,
(Never more fine before since I was borne,)
And in her lap the Lilly, and the Rose,
Israels brav'st King came short of those,
(In all his Royalty he nere alas!
As they were then (I know't) so cloathed was.)
I saw the very Beasts tow'rd Him make hast
Fearing, it seemes, which of them should come la [...]
This is most certain I can boldly say,
Some Horses which to Dover came that day,
Together with their Riders can explain
This Truth of mine, should I be thought to feign.
And why may this unlikely seem to be,
Sith some the very stones themselves did see
Move CHARLS-ward on the beach; this is most true
Many an honest man had hem in view.
But that which seemth yet to some more strange
Is, that some Rebels then were seen the change
To ring, (for joy of's landing) yet 'tis so,
God mov'd their hearts to what their wills said no.
IV.
But what I now shall witnesse will appear
Less disputable, sith it is so clear.
I saw bright Phaebus with a chearful eye
Humbly salute his sacred Majesty,
His earnestness was such to kiss his hand,
As Monk his own self could not him withstand,
True 'tis the great Commander did desire,
To keep him off, but he grew hot as fire
By the repulse; he would not be said no;
For why? he knew't his duty to do so:
And therefore he this took so much amiss,
As when Monk bow'd his Soveraigns hand to kiss;
He in revenge of th' offered disgrace
With red hot beames did fly into his face,
But when as Phaebus saw 'twas Monk did stand
Between them, he was friends and kiss'd his hand, wise
Even as he did his sacred Majesties:
More needs not here, few words are best to th'
V.
But then how joyfull the good Generall was
To see his Soveraign in so good a Case,
Cheerefull, and well arriv'd; without control
It cannot be express'd by any Soul,
Surely his heart did in his body daunce
To a great hight, even in the sight of France.
The sight of France which truly I do know
Unto my King obedience to owe,
Make, make them pay't, O mighty Man of war,
The name of Moncks enough all France to scare,
Thou that hast here three Nations conquer'd soon
Surely may'st a l c mode quick conquer one;
And do thou banish those base Knaves from thence
Who banish'd CHARLES, what e'r was their pretence
Encrease of honor shall thy Temples Crown,
And Albemarle be ever in renown.
VI.
Befool'd and Mazerin'd France repent, repent,
Who twice did'st send our Prince to banishment,
Our Phaenix Prince extracted from the summe
Of the bless'd ashes of true Martyrdome;
By my consent thy Antick modes wee'l banish,
And drink no other wine but what is Spaish.
Nor will we though some Prote'stants now stick
To love the faithfull Spanish Catholick,
For their great Charity did reach from Spaine
Past Faith and Hope, ev'en unto Charls his waine;
Heav'n notice takes thereof, and hath set down
So good a worke, and ecchos its renowne.
VII.
Would GOD I had the whole world in a string
That I might now present it to my King,
Yet had I so I really believe
Like Alexander, I should sadly grieve
Because there were no more worlds, whereof I
Might make a present to his Majesty.
Ah! how it sadds me that it should be true
Some yet should thinke much to pay him his due,
When all they have too little for him is.
For they being Traytors all they have is his,
'Tis his by right, what ever they possesse,
And all true Cavelleers beleive no lesse.
VIII
Brave Cavalleers, the expectations which,
At your Kings landing did your hearts enrich:
And the great hopes and joyes you did surround,
I'l leave it unto Fame her self to sound;
Who commonly although she do report
Actions at large, in this she must come short.
For let her speak the utmost that she can,
She can't speak out the thoughts of many a man,
Who thither came; nor more than she can mine,
Whose heart to him 'bove E la doth incline.
Heav'n knows my heart, He knows I wish t'endear Him,
So much to me, as he might place me near Him;
Then should I think my self with God to be,
For where King CHARLS is, sure enough is He.
IX.
From-Dover my dear Prince of high renown
Was pleas'd to bend his march to Barham Dawn ,
Attended by a noble train of those,
Whose chief delight themselves was to expose
To any danger, or do any thing,
Wherein they might shew duty to their King,
Some of them were of that same golden number
Who many nights did neither sleep, nor slumber,
For very grief ofs Majesty's hard case,
To think how he from's Kingdomes banish'd was,
And they together with him, and the reason
Forsooth must be cause he committed Treason;
A King act Treason? Ye why not? just so
Heav'n may turne Traytor to the Earth below,
Divinity it selfe accused be
For strange Rebellion 'gainst Humanity,
This this a lass was the pretented cause,
But sure it is that the intended was
Unto this cursed end, that they themselves
Who banish'd him (Hobgoblings, Furies, Elves,)
Might play their frantick tricks, and daunce the rounds
Whilst He was sure enough without their bounds:
And that they might his Treasure, and his Lands
His Forts and castles keep in their own hands.
Lord God of Heav'n, was ever the like known,
As what hath been in this age of our own?
Let all the Histories are penn'd be view'd,
If one can match our case, I will be Hugh'd,
And with old Oliver, and Bradshaw dwell,
And I do think I had as good b'in Hell.
X.
But stay in following these wee'r gon so far!
Out of the way, as lets see where we are,
(The Lord have mercy on us) Hell well nigh,
Where Oliver and Bradshaw I espie,
And Hugh likewise, O how my heart doth burne
Into the way I stray'd from, to returne.
My meaning is toward Barham Down, where I
With mine own eyes beheld his Majesty,
In tranced I did see this blessed sight.
When Paul-like I was ravish't with delight,
At his right hand the Duke of York did ride,
And Gloster Duke close by his brothers side,
(Brave Souls! whose fame surmounted hath the Stars
As they have Merc'ry, and the God of wars.)
At's left great Monck with reverence did attend him,
And ready was, and willing to defend Him
If any need had been, but thee was none,
Charls had been safe, had he been here alone.
XI.
But O how many Noble soules were there,
To see their long'd for Sun, shine in his sphere,
And the bright morning Star which did fore run
The faire, and glorious rising of that Sun
Leading wise men unto their King, good Lord
Thou knowest, who there thy presence did'st afford!
This, This was at sweet Barham Downe, the Downe
Which after times shall er'e have in renown:
It will not need be now for me to say
That here 'twas Caesar did bis Host array,
Tush, this is nothing to the glory which
Our King bestow [...]d, whose sight did it enrich,
For why? hereof great Barham Down since boasts
When CHARLS was there, were many Lords of Hosts.
XII.
Rejoice ye men of Barham for the honour
Your King, and Nobles then bestow'd upon Her,
For here the Royall meeting was, 'twas here
Where a God did in humane shape appeare,
And reconcile himself to man'y of those
Who had of late been his degenerate foes:
Five thousand and six hundred years and more
By seaven it is (I surely know) before
The world was made, since which there hath not been
Any Sight here so glorious to be seen;
Great King I thank thee, cause Thou did'st appear,
And honour that same place which I live near.
XIII.
Wellcome great Prince, whose presence now we see
Makes us once more good Christians to be,
Alas! before unto us thou did'st come,
Tis said we were no part of Christendome;
Thou hast R'eligion raysed, Gods faire daughter,
Of which most talk'd of, though but few sought after:
We fore thy coming could not find her out
Shee was so fouly mangled by the rout,
And in a monstrous hurry (O sad story;)
Was made away with by the Directory
In a Scotch mist, and buried in the City
Of factious London, ah the mores the pitty!
XIV.
Welcome great Prince, and all thy Subjects Royall
Who are come with Thee, and continu'd loyall;
Our sin the cause was that ye banish'd were,
For we, alas! mov'd too much out of square,
And now good Prince wee'l mend our lives by Thine,
You b'ing a sacred Pattern shall be mine,
Such had been great King David, and his son
Had both their vertues in one current run
Unmixt with vice; and such had Adam been
Had He held out a stranger unto sin.
XV.
Thrice welcome great Prince to thy Kingdomes three,
Whose whole Well-being rests so much in thee;
Thou art beloved both of God and man,
To this both heav'n and earth bear witness can;
And sith that thy great GOD, who is the King
Of Kings and Lords, who ruleth every thing,
Loves thee so well, and makes all hearts to love thee,
And hath plac'd none except himself above thee.
Surely we honour ought thy sacred name,
And to the throne of Jove extoll thy Fame
Make thee our Center, and draw every line
Of love unto it, 'cause thou art divine
XVI.
You are divine, and in you is the sum
Of all that's good in Kings through Christendom,
The several vertues which do make them be
Accounted royal, all abound in Thee
Unmixed with their vices: Your heart wears
The Spanish wisdome, but its pride forbears,
The French activity you own and love,
But of their fickleness do not approve.
The like may said be of the rest, but I
Cannot delineate the Cosmography
Of your endowments, which such are, that all
May you le Grand Charls, & le boon Charls call
Round Hypocrites themselves this truth confess
In heart, what ere their lying tongues express.
XVII.
You are divine, and all your words are true
As Oracles, your actions Lawes renew;
Your Prudence, and your valor both excel,
And Temperance and Justice in you dwell;
Your other vertues, too, so many are
That they the stars surpass in number far:
And true 'tis I the Stars do finite know
To be; but, Sir, your vertues are not so.
May King and Angels on you wait, all who
Highly admire your words and actions too.
XVIII.
You are divine above all earthly things,
Descended from more then a hundred Kings,
Hence in your veins, the quintessence doth flow
Of the best blood of all the gods below.
You are divine much after Gods own heart,
To whom he hath vouchsafed to impart
So many specral graces, as if He
Had you intended a Monopoly.
You are divine, intuitively such
As from Gods Angel doth not differ much,
Whereby you in your self a Council are,
Such as excells all earthly Councils far.
You are divine, and on you all may see
(Who are not blind) such beams of Majesty
Darted from Heaven, as do plainly make
You of Gods image royal to partake.
You are divine, and only him are under
Who made of noth', and fills the world with wonder.
Princely's your port! Imperial is your face!
Sacred your eyes, and heav'nly is your Grace!
You are divine by Father and by Mother,
A pair, such as the world cann't shew another:
He the worlds mirror is, and so is she,
The like are you unto Eternity.
Pardon great Prince this my attempt to speak
Of your perfections since my skills so weak
That it of them (alas!) comes shorter far
Then th' earth is distant from a fixed star.
And O dear (Mary, mother of my King,
And God, pray speak my pardon for this thing.
(Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord with thee
Be with, thou amongst women blessed be;
And blessed be the fruit of thy chast womb,
The King of Triumphs, Heir of Martyrdome,
Thus royal souls do pray with one accord
Through Jesus CHRIST our only saving Lord.

LIB. 3.

I.
Now call I Heav'n above, and Earth below
To witness whether I say truth or no;
Before our Kings return mnay soar neck
Was vex't with tumors, which no Art could check,
Which he hath cured, even with a touch,
Nol or the Rump could not do half so much,
The cures they did, they did them with a string,
With Sword and Pistol, or with some such thing.
They kill'd, not cur'd; they saved never an One,
CHARLS cureth many, but he killeth none:
His very presence only hath abated,
O're three whole Nations swellings so dilated,
As some thought them incurable, and I
Know that the cure for man was much too high.
All ye that scruple to believe, untill
Your sight convince your Reason 'gainst your will,
Go see your King do things all sence above,
And tell me then if that your hearts don't move
Kingward, and whether you not think that He
Participates much of Divinity.
For my part I believe he doth, and why?
[...]ehold! he acteth things for man too high!
[...] never yet could any reason see
[...]or these his cures, most wonderfull to me,
The more I do admire them, I the more
Admire, and still admiring nere give o're.
II.
Grear King, before You came, we had threeskore
Vice-Royes to king it over us, nay more,
God knows how many, yea our servants all
Our rebell Masters were both great and small.
Did not we do what they would have us then,
The Table's turn'd, we must turn Servingmen,
And wait their worships pleasures: O rare chang!
When all things did thus arsie versie range:
And little better with us, 'twould have been,
Had the wolf chanc'd to rule in the Lambs skin.
III.
Now to the end that aftertimes may know
As we do (to our cost) and shun the woe,
To have a Church and State (alack!) without
A Head and Guide, I here have set ours out
In part, as it was lately; ah how then
Transcendent were the sins of our Church-men!
Even so as that Hyperboles most high
Too weak are to express their summity!
Ye Myter'd Angels, and ye Priests divine
Did not unto their crying sins encline.
'Twas ye Geneva Bulls were much to blame,
Yea wild, and some doubt, ye are scarce yet tame,
So as ye will to woolfs and foxes be
Joyn'd rather, then unto the Hierarchy,
And first make choice of any Jack to raign
Then your own King, if he fit not your vein:
And O how strongly are ye bent to be
Each one of you that in Epitomy
You can't at large; and make your fingers small
More heavy than the loins of Bishops all!
This is so true as none may doubt of this
Hypotyposial Periphrasis.
Your crimes are such as have ascended to
That place to which scarce Anti-Kings will go
And they who th' Heavenly Hierarchy can't ever
Endure; amongst the Angels dwell may never,
As some do think: who do in Heaven prove
Order to be, as well as joy and love.
Sure there is order there and Monarchy,
Or else no place 'twere for a Diety..
And is this so? O then let Earth resign
Its model, to Heav'ns pattern most divine.
And my dear Prince sith you intend to raign
In wished for Peace, order in Church maintain.
Now by your leave, I will proceed, and say
Litely in what confusion we lay.
IV.
Before you came, alas! both Church and State
Were in condition most disconsolate,
Our learn'd and best Divines they were put out,
And Weather-cocks put in, which turn'd about
Nol-wards or Rump-wards, they not car'd which,
So that the wind which blew did them enrich:
The Lord forgive them, how was't in their mind lieve,
Instantly to embrace each rising wind!
They preach'd what they themselves did not be▪
And like old Hugh each one laught in his sleeve
At their deluded Auditors to see
What fools, they were, and would so cheated be.
And this to the end they might more slily do,
Extreamly long they pray'd, and preached too,
So as they wearied God himself thereby,
Who hated their prolix hypocrisie:
Treason and Nonsence were the usual flowers
Wherewith they grac'd their sermons of two hours
Too long, alas! no loyal Subject could
Hear them with patience, so blaspheme they would
God and their King; one would have thought t [...] dev [...]
Had spoken in them, or some spirit evil.
The Sacraments that are the bonds of Peace
They would not give, lest unity should encrease
Whereby men might agree in one, and bring
Him home, whom they had long preach'd down their Kin [...]
The Churches stones somtimes to weep were see [...]
Whil'st in their presence these things preach'd h [...] been
And I am sure so fretted was old Paul,
In the mean while, as he was like to fall;
And God himself being angry, his wrath burn'd
And hath them now out of their Pulpits turn'd,
And O how justly! for as sure as Gun
Would them uphold, this commonly was done.
V.
Before you came our Nations were a Jail,
A headless Monster, with a Nose and Tail,
A hellish Bedlam without any light,
Oceana like, a senfless Babel right;
A second Chaos more difform by far
Than was the first, for now did meet and jar
The seeds of all Antipathies together,
And in a most unnatural War persever.
The wrangling Elements did struggle all
[...]ike scolds at Billinsgate in a fier [...] brawl,
[...]nd we like Moles, did in the darknes live,
No Sun, or Stars to us the light did give:
[...]nd whilst we thus were mufled up with woe,
O dismall case! few knew that they were so
That sickness is most probable to kill
That doth not let the Patient know He's ill;)
[...]las! this sicknesse did the heart oppresse,
[...]et in most danger still we fear'd the lesse:
Whilst our State-mountebanks gave hopes and said,
[...]l's well no doubt, you need not be affray'd.
[...] the meane while, lo! they such Physick gave
[...] might prolonge the Cure, but would not save;
[...]d then they did administer most strong
[...]d violent purges, which wrought over long;
[...]d when they saw these did not do that good
[...]hey did expect, they fell to letting blood
[...]n the Basilick veine, and let it run
[...]till Death had their Patients seized on,
[...] times! O madness this was our sad case
[...]hilst the proud heeles usurped the heads place.
V.
Sir 'fore you came, our Lawes (O horrid!) stood
Like Draco's ah! all turned into blood,
And our choice Rights were not disputed, but
Like to the Gourdian knot asunder cut,
Or else blown up with Gunpowder; and which
Is more; such cruelty did then bewitch
Our new fleg'd Tyrants, that they burdens lay
Too heavy on us, yet storm'd when we pray'd
For our deliverance; ready to give o're,
If we cry'd out, then they would load us more;
And when our backs, and sinewes all were stray [...]
They would but jeer us and give out we feign'd
VI
Nor were, these all the mischiefs, we endured,
And with which we a long time were enured:
During your absence, Sir alas ! no soul
Can set them out they were so sad and foule.
Worse then the Plagues of Aegypt they sent out
Strange Caterpillars, their own rabble rout,
Their Myrmidons, and Furies came to fear us;
Their Teazers, and their Bloodhounds cam [...] [...] tear [...]
The Centaures, Nemesis, and Atropos,
Came rushing in with Aeacus, and Abros,
Minos and those [...] brother [...], Rhadamanthus
Brought with them Proserpin and many others;
Sphynx, and the Satyrs with Medusa came,
The Minotaures and Gorgons did the same:
Ev'n Cerberus himselfe was now let loose,
With the huge monstrous Gyant bold Typheus,
And the damn'd bratts of Acheron and Nox.
Together with them brought Pandora's boxe,
And Aeta's daughter, men in shew divine
With hellish Charmes turn'd into monstrous swine:
Aello, Celaeno and Ocypete
Comin to help fill up the Tragedy
And that which added most unto our doom
Was that old Nic himselfe did also come!
This was our Case, and ten times worse, Great King,
Before you came; but now there's no such thing.
VIII.
But what must we be called all this while?
Forsooth a Commonwealth; a goodly stile!
But certainly it was a common woe,
The Lord of Heaven knew it to be so:
Where Traytors even such as were of old
A Metempsuchosis did now unfold;
For Cain, and Iudas with proud Catiline
Returned were in vizards most divine,
Cruel Procrustes with Tiberius Nero,
Busiris, Phalaris, and Biberius Mero:
Besides th' Athenian tender hearted crew
Did Rumpishly our miseries renew.
Ah! such strange Monsters as now in our Isle
Reign'd; ne're were seen in Africk, Inde, or Nile,
Where to the making up our English Saints
The Infidel, Turkes, Iews, and Sycophants,
The subtle Foxe, the Panther, and Hiena,
The Hydra, Crocodile, and Amphisbena,
The Mermaydes, Tygres, and the Scorpion
Did all most divelishly concur in one.
Religion these did look on as a bable,
And GODS own sacred word as a mere fable:
How many thousand souls were heretofore,
And ere the world doth end how many more
(Yet still before their grand cheats, they would fast,
And pray and preach unto the very last.)
Will be betrayed by the great abuse
Of that word which is of most Soveraign use;
And though Religion have been made a bawd
To Pride, Ambition, Avarice, and Frawd,
A stirrop to get up to Kingly power,
A lather to ascend rich Craesus Tower,
And though that under neath its mask some have
Been naught, and vile, and often play'd the Knave.
Yet 'tis impossible for any one
To clime to Heaven without Religion.
Laverniones now regarded were,
But few did to Apollo honour bear,
For by Bellona Themis banished was,
Astraea, and Minerva in like case;
Mnemosyne of small account was deem'd,
And all the nine as little were esteem'd,
Witnesse thee Clio, and Melpomene,
Euterpe, Thalia, Calliope,
And thou Terpsichore, and Erato,
Polymnia, and bright Vrania too;
Oxford and Cambridge also witnesse may
This for a need no more belov'd then they;
And our Metropolis can likewise show
This truth, from whence much of our wos did flow,
Where some with rampant Liberty grew mad,
And Parl'aments without their Head as bad,
Where Crosse, and Harpe in the Rumps breaches joyn'd
With God without them, you might ever find:
Where our Prorectors Rebels did protect,
But loyall Subjects kill, or else reject,
Where Councils (such of safety men did call)
Made it their common course us to enthrall:
Keepers of Liberty did helpe t' enslave
Three Nations, and brought them to their grave;
If this a Commonwealth were, surely Hell
A Common wealth may styled be as well.
IX.
Ah in my absence we did God forsake
And had got near unto Avernus lake,
'Tis thou hast brought us back again, who feare
Shoul'd thou not stay, we should be as we were;
And that full soone, and altogether by
The eares; sure such would be our destiny!
Like damn'd Enceladus the Rump once more
Would vent its flames out as it did before;
And what is it John Lambert would no do
To drive his ends, though he to Hell might go?
Goblings and Elves, and Furies then would dance
And lead the female Quakers in a Trance,
And the new Lights would rise th' old to Eclipse,
And she Fanaticks roundly will-E-wipse.
Nay which is more then this? tis thought by some
(And so thinke I) Pluto again would come
And act his old scene o're, and a worse too,
If Hugh, and Hee could possibly it do,
Together with their black Crew, for tis said
They have a mind to 't, and the plot is laid.
X.
Now enter Hugh, the bellowes of our evil,
An instrument most fitting for the Devil,
Thou Tumbler, Lurcher, and Virtumnian spawne,
Thou Traytrous Mountebank , fit to be drawn
Hanged, and quarter'd, and thy limbs on high
Set up, Rebellious souls to terrifie.
Amphibious Villain! I no words can find
Which can set out thy false, and double minde
Art Thou not Hugh that Hocus Pocus which
Rack'd Hell, and skim'd Don Dis thy self t' enrich
That linsy woolsy sacred Dragoneer,
Who in sheeps clothing foremost did'st appear most High,
Against thy King, and first gave fire?
So doing did he not at thee let fly
His damned shot? yes surely that he did;
For thine Annointed in thy self was hid.)
Thou cruel wolfe that washt thy impious pawes
In Soveraigne blood in spight of holy Lawes,
Or of the Lord himself? who did command
That thou shouldst honour, but him not withstan▪
Art Thou not He! who wouldst no Colledge have?
Cause thence thou wert expelled like a knave,
And the Towers Records greatly did'st desire
To see translated into flames of fire:
Withall advise that some would Pauls confound
(Even rev'rend Pauls) and raze it to the ground:
And then pave Thamesstrete with its (sacred) stones,
Which, since their wicked motion, have their groans
Sent up to Heav'n, and brought down on thy head
Gods Vengeance, which will shortly strik thee dead.
O hellish Monster who hast been most vile,
Murdering one Father, th' other in exile
Laboring with all thy Power to send, ev'n thine
Own Countries Father, gracious, and divine;
And likewise hast been so extreamly base,
As to throw dirt in thine own Mothers face,
And oft to stumble at a straw, wert seen,
But high. and mighty blocks leap over cleane,
To straine much at a gnat, (O tender soul)
Yet easily devoure a Camel whole:
Church Ceremonies thou could'st not indure,
And yet thou mad'st it nothing to inure
Thy self to an offence dark and uncleane
As Witchcraft; damn'd Rebellion I meane,
Rebellion, that fowle, and filthy sin
Which thy black soul deepely was bathed in.)
Thou cry'dsi' gainst Bishops, why was allthy moan
They Anti-christian were cause Thou wast none:
The Hierarchy most alltogether down
In policy thence to supplant the Crown;
For there's no greater Truth in any thing,
Then this tryed rule, no Bishop, and no King.
Art thou not Hee? who under the pretence
Of Piety, helpt banish it, from hence:
And like a Player in the Pulpit shew'd
Thy canting tricks, ah, how most vile. and lewd!
Thundring out Providence a Prologue to
Some horrid act thou wert about to do.
And wonderfully swallow down thy throate
Engagements, Oathes, and Cov'nants, & what not?
With as much ease as Iuglers do their Knives,
Or thou embracedst Zealous loveing wives,
Or some strange lightning which the blade doth melt
Within the Sheath, whilest that no scorching felt.
Art thou not Hee? that did'st lead out o'th way
The fervent Sisters, both by night, and day,
Ev'n when they came to hear thee pray, and preach
Thou did'st designe them then, to over reach:
Oh! how lascivious was thy intent
Let Sinners judge of the long Parliament:
I hope they n'ere may hear you any more,
Nor the stout butcher beat you out o'th dore.
Art thou not Hee? who with thy cunning pate
Emptyedst the weaker vessells of their Plate,
And when thou mad'st most shew to seek the Lord
Thou then most playd'st the Devill under bord.
Thimbles, and Bodkinss Jewells, and the like,
Made them their Husbands with the scabbard strik;
Thou haveing drawn the sword: O mighty man.
Of war what flesh could once withstand Thee the▪
In those thy Rampant dayes, when women rose
Betimes, resolved to be led by th' Nose
By a a seducing Sophister, whose end
To lust, gain, and Rebellion did tend.
In these thy summum bonum thou did'st place
Grand Hypocrite, even when thy Text was Grace
Bible, as well as Alcoran might burn
Alike for Thee, when thou had'st serv'd thy turn,
Thou Boanerges, Fire brand, Chaplain fell
Most fit for Nol, and for the Devil in Hell.
XI.
But stay how now, Nol, and the Devil here
I find conjoyn'd, as they at Wor'ster were,
And know not well how I shall part them, so
For ought I see they must together go:
O may they never more return, least they
Should joine with new lights, and renew the fray,
And like so many Iack with lanthornes blaze,
And madmen make and fools lead Lamberts maze,
Whereby a Monk may needfull be once more
To fright away the Spirits as before,
And mystically set them such a spell,
As Heav'n alone could his good meaning tell,
Georg the Great Arbiter of three whole Nations,
O're threw the Dragon to our admirations,
And many a woodcock took in his dark net,
Which he to th' purpose for Iohn Lambert set
'Mongst many there; but O behold th' event
Both strange, and true, Jack in a box was pent.
XII.
What oracle that e'r was heard of vented
Such dextrous language as George complemented?
'Tis well that He himself knew what it ment
Before the Posts, and chains did give it vent,
How strang a Card to the Rebellious Rump,
And its well wishers did He turn up Trump,
Who in a Northern mist white powder shot,
Which scatter'd all his foes, yet sounded not.
George on his horse, scarce seen, nor understood,
Did conjure our of evil what is good,
Good for the King. and Kingdoms, and for All
Who date their rising from grand Rebells fall.
XIII.
The Dragon being conquer'd, and his Tayle
Pickled in souse: whilst Fooles did it bewayle,
George, and his Boyes, O rare! the Rump did rost
By such a fire, as was unseen by most,
And unfelt too, till they the sauce did make
And the true Members did their Places take,
Who did assess what reck'ning should be pay'd
By those who had so many soules betray'd.
XIIII.
And now Iohn Lambert tell me what that trick
Avayled thee, thou served'st honest Dick?
In Him perswading timely to resigne
His usurp'd place, that so it might be thine.
And Dick where art thou now, (old Noll his son)
Who Whilome had'st so many Healths begun
Unto thy Fathers Landlord? (if thou be
Esteemed, or not, it shall not trouble me:
I never was thy favorite, not his
Nor the Rumps lover, (hang him up that is.)
And whats become of all that perjured fry
That vow'd to God with thee to live, and die?
They may one part keep of their vow, but when
They'l keep it all, we shall see wonders then.
Surely they with the New lights vanish'd be,
For I not any one of them can see;
I hope they ne're will come again to cause
Fooles wander from their God, and from their Laws,
Nor Monk occasion when they go astray,
To bring them back into the Kings high way,
XV.
Now thankes to thee good Monk, to whom God gave
A large Commission, Nations to save,
And Liberty to weare wise Gyges ring
To the advantage of thy Self, and King,
With strength to vanquish that Chimaera which
Had joined with Mars three Nations to bewitch;
Thou like God Janus truly hast divin'd,
Looking not only 'fore thee, but behind;
And beyond Argus such watch still did'st keep
As that no Mercury could make thee sleep.
'Twas thou who stoutly (maugre all thy Foes)
With burning Tongs held'st Cromwel by the Nose,
And when as Atlas shoulders did incline,
Thou then all Britane did'st uphold with thine.
Monk! thou great Monk! whose worth a lone out spells
And weighs down all the Monks in Roomes proud Cells.
Pronounc'd I Monk? Why? then the man I nam'd
Who by a word both Land, and Sea new fram'd.
Made the round world looke square, out of night
Extracted Day, out of a Chaos Light:
I challeng all the Heathen Gods to one
To do the like as mighty Monk hath done.
The Name alone of Monk conquer more
Then all the Guns in sev'rall years before,
No Canon sounded like the Name of Monk,
At whose report Lambert his homes in shrunk,
And the scar'd Rumpers fowly did bewray
Their sears, and so most sweetly run away.
And now I hope we may good times regaine,
For now (the LORD be prays'd) my CHARLS dot [...] 'raigne
Well may he long do so, to his content,
And live our KING, our Lawes, and PARLA­MENT
ANd now great JOVE my thanks aeccept I pray
For bringing me thus forward in my way.
Unto my KING, in sounding his renowne
Whose Triumphs blest Eternity will Crowne,
Momus himself must needs, be strucken dumb
Now CHARLS, (next under GODS,) his King­domes com [...]
His Kingdomes come, and happy will be they
Who fear their GOD, and do their KING obey.

Amen.

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