AN ANNIVERSARY ODE, UPON The Kings Birth day. May 29. Written for this Yeare 1654. being his 24 Yeare.
To his Majesty.
HAGUE, Printed for Samuel Browne, 1654.
An Anniversarie Ode, Upon the Kings Birth-day, May 29. Written for this Yeere 1654. being his 24. Yeere.
To his Majesty.
(I)
THe day ennobled by your royall Birth
Is now againe returnd,
But not so bright as when to her our fumes first burn'd,
A smile so pleasant dimples not the Earth,
Nor cast the flowers such fragor forth:
Nor shines the Sun so cleare, but hides his Rayes as if he mournd.
(II)
The winged Chorus warbles not a Song
With sweetness crownd and Art,
But lame and wrinkled, such as wants the chiefest part.
Sweet Philomela's throat is yet unstrung:
Nor doe the Nimphes yet dance along
The Plains, but sigh, alas they want the master of their sport.
(III)
And that is you, Great Sir, their joynts are numb
Lesse them your eyes inflame.
The Birds delight to sing no accent but your Name,
And daring not, are either hoarse or dumb.
The Sun wants light too til you come,
For it is you must make our day, & not his sickly beam.
(IV)
Arise Great Planet then in your own Sphear,
And our Devotions daign
To celebrat your rise. Their powrs each quire shal strain
For acclamations to salute your eare.
The Sun shall put on lookes most clear
Not with you to vie lustre, but shew how much yours his stain.
(V)
Nymphs to your name shall measure many a round,
Upon the flowry green;
And earth, by influence of your eyes, be gay agen,
And every where with fragrant Roses crownd,
Which now droop on their stalkes frost bound,
And being your flowers, care by no eyes but yours to bee seene.
(VI)
Soon, with good Omens, dawne that happy day
Wherin your royall seat
Glad we shall with your sacred lustre see repleat.
Then to the Pomp each eye glad teares shall pay,
Prayers each pious heart, and say
Long may dread CHARLES, your Presence make your Brittaine truly great.
(VII)
Till that day comes to th' joy of Earth and Heaven,
(For come it surely will,
If Justice has her sword, and equall Ballance still;
Or if to Muses to see ought tis given)
Think these dire foggs which shall be driven
Fore you, but sent to try how thē your virtue can dispel.
(VIII)
[...]ffliction is the best of Schooles, and gives
Lustre to happinesse.
You are a mine of Gold, thinke each year of distresse
Another heat, by which Jove onely drives
You to refine, till he atchives
Your worth fit for the height he meanes you, then his little lesse.
(IX)
As doth the Sun by an Eclipse indear
Himselfe in our esteem:
So shall you brighter rise with a triumphant beame
After so many and so darke a yeare.
And long shine in your Native Sphear,
Whilst farthest seas shal hardly boūd your powr, or stars your fame
(X)
Good by its want is knowne: then dearly may
Your People after warres
Prize you & peace like Jems long lost, & double cares
With duty their late error to repay.
Be their joy many a geniall day,
Thē late, with Palms & Lawrels crownd, afcēd the Throne of stars.
FINIS.