A TRIUMPHANT PANEGYRICK In honour and Memory of King Charles the Second HIS CORONATION.
LEt not Rome boast her Obelisks,
nor Caesar triumphs make:
If Albion her Prince t'attend
in splendor undertake.
Their Chariots were with Tygres drawn
in dayes of greatest state:
But Charles is drawn with Cherubins,
the heavens attend his Fate.
Mention not Aegypts Pyramids,
nor Rhodes great colosse here;
W' admit of no such Pagentry
in this our Hemisphere.
Angels above, Kingdoms below,
that lean upon this Arme;
Cry touch not mine anointed now:
nor do my Prophets harme.
A Diadem of perfect gold
adorn'd with many a gem,
With all the wealth that India boasts
are sacrific'd to him.
He that endur'd an Ostracisme
in many a forraign land,
Does now captiv'ty captive lead,
strokes Panthers tame with's hand.
The bloody Tents of Tamberlain
are turn'd to white again:
No crying, no complaining now
but Jubilates amain.
Those channels and those rivers too
that ran with blood and gore,
Flow both with milk and hony now,
as Canaan did before.
Medalls of gold and silver both
throughout the street are thrown:
The Altars reak, the Bonefires flame,
the Bells attend the Throne.
London with all her Companies
her Banners does display;
The Cities of the Nations round
in her their homage pay.
She's now array'd in loyalty;
her Trophies she does bring,
And lay them down as Tribute due
this day to Charles her King.
White-Hall her candor re-assumes:
Westminster's loyal too:
Court, City, Countrey, Sea and Land,
each others strive t'outdo.
Cushan-Rushathaim that spread,
the Kingdoms ore and ore,
Lies shipwrackt now, and prostitute,
like Dagon at's own door.
Rebellion in's own chaines is bound,
and Treason's strucken dumb;
The amazed world to see this change,
does here in numbers come.
Whole Hecatombs of Loyal hearts
are Holocausted here:
The great triumphal Arches of
the City make't appear.
They stand like lofty Pyramids
t' out-dare the glaring Sun:
Adorn'd with Myryads, that to pay
Allegiance here do come.
The heads of all our Archontes,
and Nantes too, are found
With Chaplets all of Cynamon,
and Lawrel to be Crown'd:
Our Ephori, and Amphictiones,
together marshall'd are:
With them march the Conipides,
sons both of Peace and War.
Here's Gobria, and Gabatha,
great Counsellors of State:
Here's Jareb, and here's Elnathan,
on this Procession wait.
Here York and Lancaster are met,
the Red-rose and the White;
Our Lilies and our Lions joyne,
and heaven and earth unite.
The Prelate and the Potentate,
with all the Martial train;
The Lamb, the Lyon, Fox and Kyd,
attend their Soveraign.
The Ball, the Scepter, and the Crown,
with Robes of Royalty:
By Nobles and by Princes born,
Ensignes of Majesty.
Moab a loathed washpot is
ore Edom's cast a shooe,
And Juda's still Gods Law-giver,
'gainst what the Devil can do.
Balam himselfe's forbid to curse,
and forc'd to bless this day:
The old and subtle Exorcist;
is taught from heaven to pray.
Blasted, and blister'd, be their tongues,
that practice not to sing,
In this our glorious festival,
God save great Charles our King.
Gloria in Excelsis, 'sung above,
while Conduits here below,
With all our costly Aquaeducts,
with French and Spanish flow.
The Pennons of the Seraphims
stretch ore his Royal Throne;
Cyrcling both Crown and Canopy,
of this our Salomon.
We burn no Oyle but Balsamum,
within our Temples now:
Great Constantine in dayes of state
taught us the manner how.
This is great Englands Jubile,
it sets all Prisoners free:
Proclaimes a Manumission too
for all love liberty.
Accursed be the Bethlite now,
that shall attempt to build,
That Jerico whose walls did bow,
at Charles victorious shield.
With health, and wealth, and victory,
as tribute of the day:
The heaven of heavens preserve our King
let all the Nations pray.
—Marte majori
Maximus hic Rex est, & luce serenior ipsa,
Pax una triumphis
In muneris potior.—
Nunquam libertas gratior extat quam sub Rege Pio.
LONDON, Printed by Thomas Ratcliffe, Anno Dom. 1661.