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<HEAD>THE Glory of the Engli&s;h Nation, Or an E&s;&s;ay on the Birth-day of <HI>King Charles</HI> the &s;econd.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe joys of this day one and fifty year,</L>
<L>My <HI>Pigmy-Mu&s;e</HI> mean's not now to declare:</L>
<L><HI>Herculian</HI> Pens, of tho&s;e long &s;ince have writ,</L>
<L>(Not with more Loyalty but greater Wit)</L>
<L>'Twas celebrated with a Noon-day-Star,</L>
<L>And wondring Princes al&s;o came from far,</L>
<L>Congratulating this mo&s;t happy I&s;le:</L>
<L>Happy indeed! 'twas one continued Smile.</L>
<L>But &s;oon alas black Tempe&s;ts did ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Eclips'd this Star, our Hearts drown'd, and our Eyes,</L>
<L>Hell by his Saints this Princes Father &s;lew,</L>
<L>Slew? Murther'd! Martyr'd!&mdash;ah Zealous Crew!</L>
<L>&mdash;By Heav'n this is not Poetty&mdash;'Tis true!</L>
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<LG>
<L>'Tis a mi&s;take &s;ure&mdash;<HI>Puritans</HI> do this!</L>
<L>O tell it not in <HI>Gath &amp;c.&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>Permit me Reader to be &s;tartled here,</L>
<L>Humanity would &s;top to drop a Tear,</L>
<L>Had I no Loyalty, no Love nor Fear.</L>
<L>The Father Dead! what next is to be done?</L>
<L>Surely the Crowning his illu&s;trious Son;</L>
<L>[That expiate might in part] ah! nothing le&s;s;</L>
<L>They'l kill the Heir, the Vineyard then po&s;&s;e&s;s.</L>
<L>Therefore when Forces he to <HI>Worce&s;ter</HI> brought</L>
<L>To claim his Rright, tho&s;e Sons of <HI>Belial</HI> fought</L>
<L>Again&s;t their King: by fraud and force o'rcame;</L>
<L>And to extirpate Root, and Branch and Name,</L>
<L>They &s;et a thou&s;and pounds upon his Head,</L>
<L>[Their Head] to bring great <HI>Charles</HI> alive or dead:</L>
<L>But God the Ruler both of Peace and War,</L>
<L>Did &s;ecretly pre&s;erve this falling-Star;</L>
<L>And by a feeble In&s;trument, a Woman,</L>
<L>Fool'd all their Toyls: to &s;hew Kings are not common.</L>
<L>Say not, then, &s;ay not Miracles are ceas'd,</L>
<L>This mu&s;t be one, to a con&s;idering Brea&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>From the Saint's Paws to <HI>Egypt</HI> he is &s;ent,</L>
<L>(Happy there too, being &s;afe from Parliament)</L>
<L>Where &s;everal years he liv'd ob&s;cure and poor;</L>
<L>His loyal Subjects begg'd from Dore to Dore,</L>
<L>Brewers and Tinkers did u&s;urp his Throne,</L>
<L>Nobles were murther'd Bi&s;hops tumbled down;</L>
<L>And though <HI>France</HI> proffered Men and money (too)</L>
<L>To &s;courge Rebellion, mi&s;ta'n Zeal &s;ubdue;</L>
<L>Yet lea&s;t our antient Faith &s;hould &s;ullyed be</L>
<L>With <HI>Roman</HI> Tra&s;h by &s;uch a Victory,</L>
<L>Supplies from Neighbouring Princes he refus'd</L>
<L>Submitting rather to be thus abus'd:</L>
<L>Then that his Subjects &s;hould by Forreign Force</L>
<L>Be Horas'd. Forreigners have no remor&s;e.</L>
<L>O Miracle of Mercy, and of Love!</L>
<L>That &s;uch flagitious Crimes could never move!</L>
<L>He lo&s;t this Crown, to &s;ecure that above:</L>
<L>If <HI>Satan</HI> could not <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">All the&s;e will I give unto thee <HI>&amp;c.</HI></NOTE> then 'gain&s;t him prevail,</L>
<L>'Tis madne&s;s now to think his Faith is frail.</L>
<L>If that 'gain&s;t <HI>Romes</HI> Bribe of 3 Kingdoms &s;tood</L>
<L>Sure 'twill not now profane his Fathers Blood;</L>
<L>For God who &s;earches hearts his Faith did Crown,</L>
<L>And this *<NOTE PLACE="marg">1660.</NOTE> day plac'd him on his Fathers Throne.</L>
<L>On which &s;tupendious Miracles of Fate,</L>
<L>It well becomes us to expatiate</L>
<L>That day! that &s;econd Birth of <HI>Charles</HI> our King,</L>
<L>True Laws, true Faith, new Life, new joys did bring.</L>
<L>All were tran&s;ported, 'twas a continual Spring,</L>
<L>Not one &s;ower Look appeard in any thing</L>
<L>Except tho&s;e Fiends, who&s;e Foreheads branded were</L>
<L>with Royal-Gore, tho&s;e &s;tupified with fear,</L>
<L>Dur&s;t not before this glorious <HI>Sun</HI> appear.</L>
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<L>From <HI>Dover</HI> as the <HI>Seas-Soveraign</HI> march'd along,</L>
<L>Swarms of three Kingdoms <HI>Subjects</HI> did him throng,</L>
<L>The Roads brought forth all &s;orts of Flowers, the Trees</L>
<L>Bedeck'd with Garlands, bent their humble Knees.</L>
<L>The Bells from every neighbourig place did &s;ound,</L>
<L>All Loyal Hearts with Exta&s;ies abound:</L>
<L>But when to the Metropolis he came</L>
<L>Ble&s;s me! one could not gue&s;s it was the &s;ame</L>
<L>With ye&s;terday: The &s;treets were pav'd with Men,</L>
<L>The Windows and Balconies hung with Women,</L>
<L>On each ones Head they &s;tood five Stories high.</L>
<L>Their Acclamations &s;eem'd to rend the Skye,</L>
<L>The Hou&s;es [covered with Tiles before]</L>
<L>Now Millions of rejoycing Subjects bore:</L>
<L>The Conduits chang'd their waters into Wine,</L>
<L>The Citizens in Gold and Pearl did &s;hine,</L>
<L>Bonfires at Night did make this joyful I&s;le</L>
<L>Seem but as one great glorious Blazing Pile;</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> never &s;uch a noble Triumph &s;aw!</L>
<L>This was the effects of Love, but theirs of Awe.</L>
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<L>Nothing but Mirth was now heard, all did &s;ing,</L>
<L>Long live the great, the glorious <HI>Charles</HI> our King.</L>
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<HEAD>To the CITY.</HEAD>
<L>What hath bewitch'd you now O <HI>Londoners?</HI></L>
<L>From Loyal-&s;ubjects, to turn <HI>Mutineers!</HI></L>
<L>Is not the King the &s;ame, God that day &s;ent?</L>
<L>Was there one drop of Blood <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">a <HI>Miracle</HI></NOTE> or Trea&s;ure &s;pent!</L>
<L>To purcha&s;e this, your long'd for happine&s;s!</L>
<L>Did not Heav'n hear your Sighs? your Plagues redre&s;s?</L>
<L>Freed you from fellow-&s;ubjects Tyranny,</L>
<L>And Arbitrary-Go&s;pel-Trompery?</L>
<L>Do ye not quiet &s;it under your Vine,</L>
<L>Enjoying what is lawfully your own?</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t your good King, the Church, the Law Combine</L>
<L>To make ye happy! Engli&s;h men alone</L>
<L>Can boa&s;t this priviledg: their Neighbours live</L>
<L>Servile to their Kings-will; they dare not &s;hew,</L>
<L>Their little &s;tocks le&s;t <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> &s;hould contrive,</L>
<L>To get poor <HI>Naboths-</HI>Vineyard; but you</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;s your Right, equally with your Prince,</L>
<L>Your Trade by Sea and Land, as ever, high;</L>
<L>Or elce you cannot &s;ober men convince,</L>
<L>What cau&s;es your &s;uperfluous Gallantry.</L>
<L>No Roman-Empre&s;s ever did out-&s;hine,</L>
<L>A Lady Majore&s;s when &s;he would be fine.</L>
<L><HI>Will</HI> o' the Wi&s;p by Night may lead a&s;tray,</L>
<L>Can that &s;mall-blinking-Light deceive by day!</L>
<L>Let him not on your Sen&s;es thus impo&s;e,</L>
<L>And lead your Rea&s;on hood-wink'd by the No&s;e.</L>
<L>Summon your Rea&s;on and your Loyalty,</L>
<L>The Cheat will bare-fac'd then appear and fly:</L>
<L>The Brain-&s;ick-Fools, the di&s;oblig'd Knaves then,</L>
<L>And Je&s;uites will prove the plotting Men:</L>
<L>Their Maxim is, Divide and Rule; Great <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Knit us with the Bands of an entire Love,</L>
<L>Unite our Hearts. Great God as thou art one,</L>
<L>There can be but one true Religion;</L>
<L>Heal our Divi&s;ions then, teach us to pray,</L>
<L>To the &s;ame God one and the &s;elf &s;ame way,</L>
<L>And let us [one and altogether] &s;ing</L>
<L><HI>Long live Great Charles, our good and glorious King.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>W. Bucknel.</HI> 1681.</P>
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