A Song to his Excellency THE LD. GENERAL MONCK, AT Skinners-Hall on Wednesday Aprill 4. 1660. At which time he was entertained by that honourable COMPANY.
To the Tune of I'll never Leave thee more.
ADmire not noble Sir, that you should heare
B [...]asts eccho out your acclamations here,
And those whom nature had tonguety'd, should breake
Ther silent Chaines your fulmouch'd praise to speake
It is no wonder Sir, since that to you
The admiration of a greaters due,
Whilst by your hands have curb'd the furious rage
Of Steele, and have restor'd our golden age,
This Brittish Isle by nature fram'd to be
Of the great World the grand Epitome
Whom Neptune circling in his briny armes
Hath made secure from forreigne foes alarmes,
And Providence so seated, that she seemes
By her to prise all other Diadems;
And yet had she thus freed from forraigne Warres
Rent her owne Bowels with intestine jarres,
And when no force of supercilious Spaine
Nor power of furious France could from hir gaine,
Hir wealth and honour, she of both bereaves
Hir selfe; and gives them to his basest slaves
He whose brave Heroes in the dayes of yore
Could beat down others Sceptors or restore
Them at her will: now did hir own betray
And to her selfe, her selfe did make a prey.
Oh foolish Nation, whilst thou sought to bring
Subjection to thee from thy Soveraigne King
Forgets in Bodies ruine must be red
When Members Rebels turn against the Head,
A people who turn Traytors to their King
Must needs themselves into destruction bring;
Most desperate is their case, nor can I rate
The mischiefes which succeed a headlesse State,
This you have prov'd, and now you sadly see
Rebellion recompenc'd with miserie;
But ile be silent here, and will no more
Thus smartly rub you raw, and galled sore
Since here you came not to lament, or make
A Fast, but feast for your Redemptions sake,
And twas to you great Sir they did intend
And to your praise I should my Speeches bend
And think not Sir that your renowned name,
Receives detraction in the rols of fame
By being sung by me; for though that here
My guards and followers doe not appeare
To show my greatnesse yet at my Command
The Forrests bow and as my Subjects stand
And though I boast my selfe a mighty King
My greatest Honour is your praise to sing
Let Rome no more her Fabius show or boast
His moderate prudence sav'd her being lost;
Since you have justly bragge, your wife delaies
Have sav'd a Nation Crown'd your selfe with Baies.
Had you been furious any have cast the Dye
Of War, we now might all in ashes lye;
Triumph'd one by our foes, when now we see
England restored to its Liberty
By this your prudence nothing now remaines
But that you recompence our other paines,
And Crown your merits, whilst you and our strife
By giving Head as well as Body life.
The Members you have joyn'd, yet they're but dead,
Whilst thus they stand dissever'd from the Head
Procyed then George, and as thou hast brought down
The Traytors, so restore the lawfull Crown,
That after ages may thee justly call
Restorer of thy Country, KING and all.
The Reader may take notice that this is the right Speech, sung by W. Yeokney.
LONDON: Printed for William Anderson, in the YEAR, 1660.