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<P>HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE</P>
<P>DIEV ET MON DROIT</P>
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<P>A&s;traea Redux. A
POEM
On the Happy
Re&s;toration &amp; Return
Of His Sacred Maje&s;ty
Charles the Second. <HI>By</HI> JOHN DRIDEN.</P>
<Q>Jam Redit &amp; Virgo, Redeunt Saturnia Regna.</Q>
<BIBL>Virgil.</BIBL>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI>
Printed by <HI>J. M.</HI> for <HI>Henry Herringman,</HI> and are to be &s;old at
his Shop, at the Blew-<HI>Anchor,</HI> in the lower Walk of the New-Exchange,
1660.</P>
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<HEAD>A&s;traea Redux. A
POEM
On the Happy Re&s;toration and Return of His
Sacred MAJESTY
Charles the Second.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw with a general Peace the World was ble&s;t,</L>
<L>While Ours, a World divided from the re&s;t,</L>
<L>A dreadful Quiet felt, and wor&s;er farre</L>
<L>Then Armes, a &s;ullen Intervall of Warre:</L>
<L>Thus when black Clouds draw down the lab'ring Skies,</L>
<L>Ere yet abroad the winged Thunder flyes</L>
<L>An horrid Stillne&s;s fir&s;t invades the ear,</L>
<L>And in that &s;ilence Wee the Tempe&s;t fear.</L>
<L>Th' Ambitious <HI>Swede</HI> like re&s;tle&s;s Billowes to&s;t,</L>
<L>On this hand gaining what on that he lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Though in his life he Blood and Ruine breath'd</L>
<L>To his now guidele&s;s Kingdome Peace bequeath'd.</L>
<L>And Heaven that &s;eem'd regardle&s;s of our Fate,</L>
<L>For <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Spain</HI> did Miracles create,</L>
<L>Such mortal Quarrels to compo&s;e in Peace</L>
<L>As Nature bred and Int're&s;t did encrea&s;e.</L>
<L>We &s;igh'd to hear the fair <HI>Iberian</HI> Bride</L>
<L>Mu&s;t grow a Lilie to the Lilies &s;ide,</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="3">
While Our cro&s;s Stars deny'd us <HI>Charles</HI> his Bed</L>
<L>Whom Our fir&s;t Flames and Virgin Love did wed.</L>
<L>For his long ab&s;ence Church and State did groan;</L>
<L>Madne&s;s the Pulpit, Faction &s;eiz'd the Throne:</L>
<L>Experienc'd Age in deep de&s;pair was lo&s;t</L>
<L>To &s;ee the Rebel thrive, the Loyal cro&s;t:</L>
<L>Youth that with Joys had unacquainted been</L>
<L>Envy'd gray hairs that once good days had &s;een:</L>
<L>We thought our Sires, not with their own content,</L>
<L>Had ere we came to age our Portion &s;pent.</L>
<L>Nor could our Nobles hope their bold Attempt</L>
<L>Who ruin'd Crowns would Coronets exempt:</L>
<L>For when by their de&s;igning Leaders taught</L>
<L>To &s;trike at Pow'r which for them&s;elves they &s;ought,</L>
<L>The Vulgar gull'd into Rebellion, arm'd,</L>
<L>Their blood to action by the Prize was warm'd.</L>
<L>The Sacred Purple then and Scarlet Gown</L>
<L>Like &s;anguine Dye to Elephants was &s;hown.</L>
<L>Thus when the bold <HI>Typhoeus</HI> &s;cal'd the Sky,</L>
<L>And forc'd great <HI>Jove</HI> from his own Heaven to fly,</L>
<L>(What King, what Crown from Trea&s;ons reach is free,</L>
<L>If <HI>Jove</HI> and <HI>Heaven</HI> can violated be?)</L>
<L>The le&s;&s;er Gods that &s;har'd his pro&s;p'rous State</L>
<L>All &s;uffer'd in the Exil'd Thund'rers Fate.</L>
<L>The Rabble now &s;uch Freedom did enjoy,</L>
<L>As Winds at Sea that u&s;e it to de&s;troy:</L>
<L>Blind as the <HI>Cyclops,</HI> and as wild as he,</L>
<L>They own'd a lawle&s;s &s;alvage Libertie,</L>
<L>Like that our painted Ance&s;tours &s;o priz'd</L>
<L>Ere Empires Arts their Brea&s;ts had Civiliz'd.</L>
<L>How Great were then Our <HI>Charles</HI> his Woes, who thus</L>
<L>Was forc'd to &s;uffer for Him&s;elf and us!</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="3">
He to&s;s'd by Fate, and hurried up and down,</L>
<L>Heir to his Fathers Sorrows, with his Crown,</L>
<L>Could ta&s;t no &s;weets of youths de&s;ired Age,</L>
<L>But found his life too true a Pilgrimage.</L>
<L>Unconquer'd yet in that forlorne E&s;tate</L>
<L>His Manly Courage overcame his Fate.</L>
<L>His wounds he took like <HI>Romans</HI> on his bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Which by his Vertue were with Lawrells dre&s;t.</L>
<L>As Souls reach Heav'n while yet in Bodies pent,</L>
<L>So did he live above his Bani&s;hment.</L>
<L>That Sun which we beheld with cous'ned eyes</L>
<L>Within the water, mov'd along the skies.</L>
<L>How ea&s;ie 'tis when De&s;tiny proves kind</L>
<L>With full &s;pread Sails to run before the wind,</L>
<L>But tho&s;e that 'gain&s;t &s;tiff gales laveering go</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be at once re&s;olv'd and skilfull too.</L>
<L>He would not like &s;oft <HI>Otho</HI> hope prevent</L>
<L>But &s;tay'd and &s;uffer'd Fortune to repent.</L>
<L>The&s;e Vertues <HI>Galba</HI> in a &s;tranger &s;ought;</L>
<L>And <HI>Pi&s;o</HI> to Adopted Empire brought.</L>
<L>How &s;hall I then my doubtful thoughts expre&s;s</L>
<L>That mu&s;t his &s;uff'rings both regret and ble&s;s!</L>
<L>For when his early Valour Heav'n had cro&s;t,</L>
<L>And all at <HI>Worc'&s;ter</HI> but the honour lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne</L>
<L>He made all Countries where he came his own.</L>
<L>And viewing Monarchs &s;ecret Arts of &s;way</L>
<L>A Royal Factor for their Kingdomes lay.</L>
<L>Thus bani&s;h'd <HI>David</HI> &s;pent abroad his time.</L>
<L>When to be Gods Anointed was his Crime</L>
<L>And when re&s;tor'd made his proud Neighbours rue</L>
<L>Tho&s;e choi&s;e Remarques he from his Travels drew,</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="4">
Nor is he onely by afflictions &s;hown</L>
<L>To conquer others Realms but rule his own:</L>
<L>Recov'ring hardly what he lo&s;t before</L>
<L>His right indears it much, his purcha&s;e more.</L>
<L>Inur'd to &s;uffer ere he came to raigne</L>
<L>No ra&s;h procedure will his actions &s;tain.</L>
<L>To bus'ne&s;s ripened by dige&s;tive thought</L>
<L>His future rule is into Method brought:</L>
<L>As they who fir&s;t Proportion under&s;tand</L>
<L>With ea&s;ie Practice reach a Ma&s;ters hand.</L>
<L>Well might the Ancient Poets then confer</L>
<L>On Night the honour'd name of <HI>Coun&s;eller,</HI></L>
<L>Since &s;truck with rayes of pro&s;p'rous fortune blind</L>
<L>We light alone in dark afflictions find.</L>
<L>In &s;uch adver&s;ities to Scepters train'd</L>
<L>The name of <HI>Great</HI> his famous Grand&s;ire gain'd:</L>
<L>Who yet a King alone in Name and Right,</L>
<L>With hunger, cold and angry <HI>Jove</HI> did fight;</L>
<L>Shock'd by a Covenanting Leagues va&s;t Pow'rs</L>
<L>As holy and as Catholique as ours:</L>
<L>Till Fortunes fruitle&s;s &s;pight had made it known</L>
<L>Her blowes not &s;hook but riveted his Throne.</L>
<L>Some lazy Ages lo&s;t in &s;leep and ea&s;e</L>
<L>No action leave to bu&s;ie Chronicles;</L>
<L>Such who&s;e &s;upine felicity but makes</L>
<L>In &s;tory <HI>Cha&s;mes,</HI> in <HI>Epoche's</HI> mi&s;takes;</L>
<L>O're whom <HI>Time</HI> gently &s;hakes his wings of Down</L>
<L>Till with his &s;ilent &s;ickle they are mown:</L>
<L>Such is not <HI>Charles</HI> his too too active age,</L>
<L>Which govern'd by the wild di&s;temper'd rage</L>
<L>Of &s;ome black Star infecting all the Skies,</L>
<L>Made him at his own co&s;t like <HI>Adam</HI> wi&s;e.</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="4">
Tremble ye Nations who &s;ecure before</L>
<L>Laught at tho&s;e Armes that 'gain&s;t our &s;elves we bore;</L>
<L>Rous'd by the la&s;h of his own &s;tubborn tail</L>
<L>Our Lyon now will forraign Foes a&s;&s;ail.</L>
<L>With <HI>Alga</HI> who the &s;acred altar &s;trowes?</L>
<L>To all the Sea-Gods <HI>Charles</HI> an Offring owes:</L>
<L>A Bull to thee <HI>Portunus</HI> &s;hall be &s;lain</L>
<L>A Lamb to you the Tempe&s;ts of the Main:</L>
<L>For tho&s;e loud &s;tormes that did again&s;t him rore</L>
<L>Have ca&s;t his &s;hipwrack'd Ve&s;&s;el on the &s;hore.</L>
<L>Yet as wi&s;e Arti&s;ts mix their colours &s;o</L>
<L>That by degrees they from each other go,</L>
<L>Black &s;teals unheeded from the neighb'ring white</L>
<L>Without offending the well cous'ned &s;ight:</L>
<L>So on us &s;tole our ble&s;&s;ed change; while we</L>
<L>Th' effect did feel but &s;carce the manner &s;ee.</L>
<L>Fro&s;ts that con&s;train the ground, and birth deny</L>
<L>To flow'rs, that in its womb expecting lye,</L>
<L>Do &s;eldom their u&s;urping Pow'r withdraw,</L>
<L>But raging floods pur&s;ue their ha&s;ty thaw:</L>
<L>Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd away</L>
<L>But lo&s;t in kindly heat of lengthned day.</L>
<L>Heav'n would no bargain for its ble&s;sings drive</L>
<L>But what we could not pay for, freely give.</L>
<L>The Prince of Peace would like him&s;elf confer</L>
<L>A gift unhop'd without the price of war.</L>
<L>Yet as he knew his ble&s;sings worth, took care</L>
<L>That we &s;hould know it by repeated pray'r;</L>
<L>Which &s;torm'd the skies and ravi&s;h'd <HI>Charles</HI> from thence</L>
<L>As Heav'n it &s;elf is took by violence.</L>
<L><HI>Booth</HI>'s forward Valour only &s;erv'd to &s;how</L>
<L>He dur&s;t that duty pay we all did owe:</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="5">
Th' Attempt was fair; but Heav'ns prefixed hour</L>
<L>Not come; &s;o like the watchful travellour</L>
<L>That by the Moons mi&s;taken light did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Lay down again, and clos'd his weary eyes.</L>
<L>'Twas <HI>MONCK</HI> whom Providence de&s;ign'd to loo&s;e</L>
<L>Tho&s;e real bonds fal&s;e freedom did impo&s;e.</L>
<L>The ble&s;&s;ed Saints that watch'd this turning Scene</L>
<L>Did from their Stars with joyful wonder leane,</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;mall clues draw va&s;te&s;t weights along,</L>
<L>Not in their bulk but in their order &s;trong.</L>
<L>Thus Pencils can by one &s;light touch re&s;tore</L>
<L>Smiles to that changed face that wept before.</L>
<L>With ea&s;e &s;uch fond <HI>Chymaera's</HI> we pur&s;ue</L>
<L>As fancy frames for fancy to &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>But when our &s;elves to action we betake</L>
<L>It &s;huns the Mint like gold that Chymi&s;ts make:</L>
<L>How hard was then his task, at once to be</L>
<L>What in the body natural we &s;ee</L>
<L>Mans Architect di&s;tinctly did ordain</L>
<L>The charge of Mu&s;cles, Nerves, and of the Brain;</L>
<L>Through viewle&s;s Conduits Spirits to di&s;pen&s;e,</L>
<L>The Springs of Motion from the Seat of Sen&s;e.</L>
<L>'Twas not the ha&s;ty product of a day,</L>
<L>But the well ripened fruit of wi&s;e delay.</L>
<L>He like a patient Angler, er'e he &s;trooke</L>
<L>Would let them play a while upon the hook.</L>
<L>Our healthful food the Stomach labours thus</L>
<L>At fir&s;t embracing what it &s;trait doth cru&s;h.</L>
<L>Wi&s;e Leeches will not vain Receipts obtrude,</L>
<L>While growing pains pronounce the humours crude;</L>
<L>Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill</L>
<L>Till &s;ome &s;afe <HI>Cri&s;is</HI> authori&s;e their skill.</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="5">
Nor could his Acts too clo&s;e a vizard wear</L>
<L>To &s;cape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear,</L>
<L>And guard with caution that polluted ne&s;t</L>
<L>Whence Legion twice before was di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;t.</L>
<L>Once &s;acred hou&s;e which when they enter'd in</L>
<L>They thought the place could &s;anctifie a &s;in;</L>
<L>Like tho&s;e that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink</L>
<L>While to exce&s;s on Martyrs tombs they drink.</L>
<L>And as devouter <HI>Turks</HI> fir&s;t warn their &s;ouls</L>
<L>To part, before they ta&s;t forbidden bowls,</L>
<L>So the&s;e when their black crimes they went about</L>
<L>Fir&s;t timely charm'd their u&s;ele&s;s con&s;cience out.</L>
<L>Religions name again&s;t it &s;elf was made;</L>
<L>The &s;hadow &s;erv'd the &s;ub&s;tance to invade:</L>
<L>Like Zealous Mi&s;sions they did care pretend</L>
<L>Of &s;ouls in &s;hew, but made the Gold their end.</L>
<L>Th' incen&s;ed Powr's beheld with &s;corn from high</L>
<L>An Heaven &s;o far di&s;tant from the sky,</L>
<L>Which dur&s;t with hor&s;es hoofs that beat the ground</L>
<L>And Martial bra&s;s bely the thunders &s;ound.</L>
<L>'Twas hence at length ju&s;t Vengeance thought it fit</L>
<L>To &s;peed their ruine by their impious wit.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Sforza</HI> curs'd with a too fertile brain</L>
<L>Lo&s;t by his wiles the Pow'r his wit did gain.</L>
<L>Henceforth their Fogue mu&s;t &s;pend at le&s;&s;er rate</L>
<L>Then in its flames to wrap a Nations Fate.</L>
<L>Suffer'd to live, they are like <HI>Helots</HI> &s;et</L>
<L>A vertuous &s;hame within us to beget.</L>
<L>For by example mo&s;t we &s;inn'd before,</L>
<L>And gla&s;s-like clearne&s;s mixt with frailty bore.</L>
<L>But &s;ince reform'd by what we did ami&s;s,</L>
<L>We by our &s;uff'rings learn to prize our bli&s;s.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="6">
Like early Lovers who&s;e unpractis'd hearts</L>
<L>Were long the May-game of malicious arts,</L>
<L>When once they find their Jealou&s;ies were vain</L>
<L>With double heat renew their fires again.</L>
<L>'Twas this produc'd the joy that hurried o're</L>
<L>Such &s;warmes of Engli&s;h to the Neighb'ring &s;hore,</L>
<L>To fetch that prize, by which <HI>Batavia</HI> made</L>
<L>So rich amends for our impoveri&s;h'd Trade.</L>
<L>Oh had you &s;een from <HI>Schevelines</HI> barren &s;hore</L>
<L>(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)</L>
<L>Afflicted <HI>Holland</HI> to his farewell bring</L>
<L>True Sorrow, <HI>Holland</HI> to regret a King;</L>
<L>While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride</L>
<L>And willing winds to their low'rd &s;ayles deny'd.</L>
<L>The wavering Streamers, Flags, and Standart out</L>
<L>The merry Seamens rude but chearful &s;hout,</L>
<L>And la&s;t the Cannons voice that &s;hook the skies</L>
<L>And, as it fares in &s;udden Exta&s;ies</L>
<L>At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.</L>
<L>The <HI>Na&s;eby</HI> now no longer <HI>Englands</HI> &s;hame</L>
<L>But better to be lo&s;t in <HI>Charles</HI> his name</L>
<L>(Like &s;ome unequal Bride in nobler &s;heets)</L>
<L>Receives her Lord: the joyful <HI>London</HI> meets</L>
<L>The Princely <HI>York,</HI> him&s;elf alone a freight;</L>
<L>The <HI>Swift-&s;ure</HI> groans beneath Great <HI>Gloc'&s;ters</HI> weight.</L>
<L>Secure as when the <HI>Halcyon</HI> breeds, with the&s;e</L>
<L>He that was born to drown might cro&s;s the Seas.</L>
<L>Heav'n could not own a Providence and take</L>
<L>The wealth three Nations ventur'd at a &s;take.</L>
<L>The &s;ame indulgence <HI>Charles</HI> his Voyage ble&s;s'd</L>
<L>Which in his right had Miracles confe&s;s'd.</L>
<L>The winds that never Moderation knew</L>
<L>Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="6">
Or out of breath with joy could not enlarge</L>
<L>Their &s;traightned lungs, or con&s;cious of their Charge.</L>
<L>The Briti&s;h <HI>Amphitryte</HI> &s;mooth and clear</L>
<L>In richer Azure never did appear;</L>
<L>Proud her returning Prince to entertain</L>
<L>With the &s;ubmitted Fa&s;ces of the Main.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>ANd welcome now (<HI>Great Monarch</HI>) to your own;</L>
<L>Behold th' approaching cliffes of <HI>Albion;</HI></L>
<L>It is no longer Motion cheats your view,</L>
<L>As you meet it, the Land approacheth you.</L>
<L>The Land returns, and in the white it wears</L>
<L>The marks of penitence and &s;orrow bears.</L>
<L>But you, who&s;e goodne&s;s your di&s;cent doth &s;how,</L>
<L>Your Heav'nly Parentage and earthly too;</L>
<L>By that &s;ame mildne&s;s which your Fathers Crown</L>
<L>Before did ravi&s;h, &s;hall &s;ecure your own.</L>
<L>Not ty'd to rules of Policy, you find</L>
<L>Revenge le&s;s &s;weet then a forgiving mind.</L>
<L>Thus when th' Almighty would to <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> give</L>
<L>A &s;ight of all he could behold and live;</L>
<L>A voice before his entry did proclaim</L>
<L>Long-Suff'ring, Goodne&s;s, Mercy <HI>in his Name.</HI></L>
<L>Your Pow'r to Ju&s;tice doth &s;ubmit your Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Your Goodne&s;s only is above the Laws;</L>
<L>Who&s;e rigid letter while pronounc'd by you</L>
<L>Is &s;ofter made. So winds that tempe&s;ts brew</L>
<L>When through Arabian Groves they take their flight</L>
<L>Made wanton with rich Odours, lo&s;e their &s;pight.</L>
<L>And as tho&s;e Lees that trouble it, refine</L>
<L>The agitated Soul of Generous Wine,</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="7">
So tears of joy for your returning &s;pilt,</L>
<L>Work out and expiate our former guilt.</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee tho&s;e Crowds on <HI>Dovers</HI> Strand</L>
<L>Who in their ha&s;t to welcome you to Land</L>
<L>Choak'd up the Beach with their &s;till growing &s;tore,</L>
<L>And made a wilder Torrent on the &s;hore.</L>
<L>While &s;purr'd with eager thoughts of pa&s;t delight</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who had &s;een you, court a &s;econd &s;ight;</L>
<L>Preventing &s;till your &s;teps, and making ha&s;t</L>
<L>To meet you often where &s;o e're you pa&s;t.</L>
<L>How &s;hall I &s;peak of that triumphant Day</L>
<L>When you renew'd the expiring Pomp of <HI>May!</HI></L>
<L>(A Month that owns an Intre&s;t in your Name:</L>
<L>You and the Flow'rs are its peculiar Claim.)</L>
<L>That Star that at your Birth &s;hone out &s;o bright</L>
<L>It &s;tain'd the duller Suns Meridian light,</L>
<L>Did once again its potent Fires renew</L>
<L>Guiding our eyes to find and wor&s;hip you.</L>
<L>And now times whiter Series is begun</L>
<L>Which in &s;oft Centuries &s;hall &s;moothly run;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Clouds that overca&s;t your Morne &s;hall fly</L>
<L>Di&s;pell'd to farthe&s;t corners of the sky.</L>
<L>Our Nation with united Int're&s;t ble&s;t</L>
<L>Not now content to poize, &s;hall &s;way the re&s;t.</L>
<L>Abroad your Empire &s;hall no Limits know,</L>
<L>But like the Sea in boundle&s;s Circles flow.</L>
<L>Your much lov'd Fleet &s;hall with a wide Command</L>
<L>Be&s;iege the petty Monarchs of the Land:</L>
<L>And as Old Time his Off-&s;pring &s;wallow'd down</L>
<L>Our Ocean in its depths all Seas &s;hall drown.</L>
<L>Their wealthy Trade from Pyrates Rapine free</L>
<L>Our Merchants &s;hall no more Advent'rers be:</L>
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Nor in the farthe&s;t Ea&s;t tho&s;e Dangers fear</L>
<L>Which humble <HI>Holland</HI> mu&s;t di&s;&s;emble here.</L>
<L><HI>Spain</HI> to your Gift alone her Indies owes;</L>
<L>For what the Pow'rful takes not he be&s;towes.</L>
<L>And <HI>France</HI> that did an Exiles pre&s;ence fear</L>
<L>May ju&s;tly apprehend you &s;till too near.</L>
<L>At home the hateful names of Parties cea&s;e</L>
<L>And factious Souls are weary'd into peace.</L>
<L>The di&s;contented now are only they</L>
<L>Who&s;e Crimes before did your Ju&s;t Cau&s;e betray:</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e your Edicts &s;ome reclaim from &s;ins,</L>
<L>But mo&s;t your Life and Ble&s;t Example wins.</L>
<L>Oh happy Prince whom Heav'n hath taught the way</L>
<L>By paying Vowes, to have more Vowes to pay!</L>
<L>Oh Happy Age! Oh times like tho&s;e alone</L>
<L>By Fate re&s;erv'd for Great <HI>Augu&s;tus</HI> Throne!</L>
<L>When the joint growth of Armes and Arts fore&s;hew</L>
<L>The World a Monarch, and that Monarch <HI>You.</HI></L>
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