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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>ENGLANDS JOY,
Expre&s;&s;ed in an &Esmogr;&Pgr;&Igr;&Ngr;&Iacugr;&Kgr;&Igr;&Ogr;&Ngr;,
To the mo&s;t Renowned Man of Honor, and Temporal Redeemer of the
PRINCE, PEERS, and PEOPLE of this Land,
HIS EXCELLENCY
The Lord General Monck.</HEAD>
<L>SO then Victorious General <HI>George,</HI> go on,</L>
<L>To perfect thy<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A R<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">yal Pre&s;ent.</NOTE> <GAP DESC="foreign">.</L>
<L>Thus that great<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Nevil</HI> Earl of <HI>Warwick</HI></NOTE> Make-King <HI>Warwick,</HI> thou'lt out-do,</L>
<L>And all the Worthies of pa&s;t Ages too:</L>
<L>As He's Proclaim'd, &s;o Crown, and &s;et <HI>Charls</HI> right,</L>
<L>Then let<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The De|vil and old <HI>Oliver.</HI></NOTE> old <HI>Nick</HI> and <HI>Nol</HI> do their wor&s;t &s;pight.</L>
<L>So Kings may reign, by<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Jus Po&s;tli|minii</HI> in the Civil Law.</NOTE> Po&s;tliminial Rights,</L>
<L>And Suns come out o'th Sea, make new<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Tho&s;e Knights u&s;ually made at Coronati|ons.</NOTE> <HI>Bath</HI> Knights,</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t di&s;pel all Mi&s;ts; all Mi&s;chiefs yield</L>
<L>To Royal Vertue, Patience wins the Field:</L>
<L>Field without Sweat or Blood; the Cau&s;e &s;o ju&s;t,</L>
<L>It need not &s;tir one Graine of <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> du&s;t.</L>
<L>Which were the Bea&s;ts thou conquer'd&s;t, tame, would be</L>
<L>Thought but an ea&s;ie humane Victory.</L>
<L>But they were &s;avage, hungry, fierce, and fell</L>
<L>As Lybian Lyons, or tho&s;e Bea&s;ts that dwell</L>
<L>In <HI>Indian</HI> Dens, my Men wor&s;e than Divels,</L>
<L>What Hand but Sacred could er'e cure &s;uch<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Kings Evil cured by his touch.</NOTE> Evils?</L>
<L>And only with a touch, by which we &s;ee,</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t outdoe<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Veni, vi|di vici.</NOTE> <HI>Ce&s;arean</HI> Chevalry.</L>
<L>Indeed we were afraid, Good people all</L>
<L>Expected more a Royal Funeral,</L>
<L>Than &s;uch a Coronation,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Rather his head to be cut off then an|nointed.</NOTE> and to feel</L>
<L>The di&s;mal dint of <HI>Parricidal</HI> &s;teel,</L>
<L>Rather than Unction on his Sacred Head:</L>
<L>But He's deliver'd, and w'are brought to Bed.</L>
<L>So now He's ours again, Great <HI>George,</HI> and who</L>
<L>But thee, &s;hall we &s;ing <HI>Jo. Paeans</HI> to?</L>
<L>To thee Great Soul of Honor, who wer't borne</L>
<L>To be Re&s;torer of thy Prince forlorne.</L>
<L>The Great Redeemer of thy Countreys Laws,</L>
<L>And brave A&s;&s;ertor of the true Old Cau&s;e.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Kings are the true Suns, and all U&s;ur|pers but Meteors or falling Stars.</NOTE></L>
<L>Thou'&s;t given our Sun to <HI>England,</HI> without Wars,</L>
<L>O'rthrown Phanatick Meteors falling Stars.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e proud u&s;urping <HI>Phaetons,</HI> that dur&s;t</L>
<L>Sit in the Chair of Fire, till it bur&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;ing'd all Earth and Sea it touch'd upon.</L>
<L>Leaving us dark,<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Pro|tectorians.</NOTE> in conflagration.</L>
<L>Prodigious things were done, but all in vain,</L>
<L>They mounted <HI>Cromwels</HI> Cart, thou <HI>Charls</HI> his Wain.</L>
<L>But yet th' <HI>Herculean</HI> Labors found no end,</L>
<L>New work was cut out for thee,<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Fagg end of the late Long Parliament</NOTE> by the Fiend.</L>
<L>More Mon&s;ters &s;till ari&s;e, a Rebel Rump,</L>
<L>So often &s;tript and whipt, and dock't toth' Stump,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t needs &s;tart up again, O cur&s;ed<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Flemi&s;h for Tayle.</NOTE> Stert,</L>
<L>How could'&s;t thou &s;till hold up &s;o malapert?</L>
<L>After &s;o many Regicidal Acts,</L>
<L>O'rwhelming all, with bloody<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The over|flowing of <HI>Nile.</HI></NOTE> Cataracts,</L>
<L>To play Rex yet upon our heads, and be</L>
<L>Our Commonwealth, nay common Mi&s;ery?</L>
<L>Others have oft attempted to defeat,</L>
<L>This many headed Hydra,<NOTE PLACE="marg">So <HI>Hercu|les</HI> was cal|led for his de&s;troying of noxious Mon&s;ters.</NOTE> but the cheat</L>
<L>O'th' <HI>Good old Cau&s;e,</HI> reviv'd it's heads, and we</L>
<L>Could hope no * <GAP DESC="foreign"> but thee.</L>
<L>So Dragon like, it dealth about it's blows,</L>
<L>None could with&s;tand its Fury, no not tho&s;e</L>
<L>That were immur'd, and fenc'd with Iron chaines,</L>
<L>Po&s;ts,<NOTE PLACE="marg">The City Gates, Po&s;ts, Portculli|ces, were beat down by the <HI>Rumps</HI> or|der.</NOTE> and Portcullices: The City Veines</L>
<L>Were bloodle&s;s grown, to &s;ee their Ports beat down,</L>
<L>And Tayles with many Heads u&s;urp a Crown.</L>
<L>But th'ha&s;t delivered them and us, who'rt borne</L>
<L>To be Redeemer of thy Country torne,</L>
<L>By &s;uch inhumane Mi&s;creants; Thy hand</L>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">s from that creeping vermin cleer'd the Land.</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t as ea&s;ily kill &s;uch Snakes as<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Hercules.</NOTE> He,</L>
<L>That in his Cradle, &s;trangled two or three.</L>
<L>None but our<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">St. <HI>George</HI> in Story killed the Dragon.</NOTE> <HI>George,</HI> could kill this Dragon dead,</L>
<L>And make Romance for Hi&s;tory be read.</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy mighty Arm, what force prevails,</L>
<L>Who kill'&s;t all mon&s;trous Heads, as well as Tayls?</L>
<L>Proceed and Pro&s;per &s;o great <HI>George,</HI> and where</L>
<L>Thou plea&s;e&s;t for to make thy Hemi&s;phere,</L>
<L>Thou'rt &s;till our Con&s;tellation, leade us forth,</L>
<L>And th'in&s;pired Needle's not more true to th'North,</L>
<L>Nor Rivers to the Sea, than we will be,</L>
<L>To our Dread Soveraign Lord, King <HI>Charls,</HI> and thee.</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall we fear &s;ucce&s;s in Peace, or War,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t He is thine, and thou, our Northern Star.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. H.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed for</HI> M. B. 1660.</P>
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