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<HEAD>ENGLANDS Genius
PLEADING FOR
KING CHARLES
To the Right Honorable the
LORDS and COMMONS
in PARLIAMENT, &amp;c. And to the Lord MONCK Generall of all the forces in England,
Scotland and Ireland, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>GReat Worthies!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<L>Who (I hope) were Born to be</L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Re&s;taurators <HI>of my</HI> LIBERTIE:</L>
<L><NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">Hou&s;e of Lords</NOTE> You who Rich <HI>Scarlet,</HI> fac'd with <HI>Ermins</HI> wear,</L>
<L>And both high <HI>Titles</HI> and true <HI>Vertues</HI> bear:</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Hou&s;e of Com.</NOTE> You, who have alwaies been, and now will be</L>
<L>The perfect Type of true <HI>Democracy,</HI></L>
<L>My careful <HI>Patriots</HI> of <HI>Plebe an</HI> Power,</L>
<L>My never-&s;tormed <HI>Fortre&s;&s;e</HI> my &s;trong <HI>Tower,</HI></L>
<L>Re&s;i&s;ting &s;till U&s;urped <HI>MONARCHY,</HI></L>
<L>Or too much <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ording <HI>Ari&s;tocracy;</HI></L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg">General.</NOTE> And you (Great Sir) who draw your &s;plendid <HI>Line</HI></L>
<L>From <HI>Yorkes White-Ro&s;e,</HI> who&s;e Noble Blood doth &s;hine</L>
<L>With an untainted <HI>Loyal tincture,</HI> you</L>
<L>May give me <HI>Peace,</HI> and <HI>CHARLES</HI> his <HI>Empire</HI> too.</L>
<L>At your au&s;picious Feet the <HI>Genius</HI> of</L>
<L>Di&s;tracted <HI>Albions</HI> I&s;le doth lye, (the &s;coffe</L>
<L>New ju&s;tly of her foes) this Face you &s;ee</L>
<L>This &s;quallid Face is mine, I, I am &s;hee</L>
<L>Whem twice ten bloody and tempe&s;tuous years</L>
<L>Have vext with Soul-tormenting fears;</L>
<L>Torne by the rage of my unnatural Sons,</L>
<L>Who&s;e fury rackt me with unce&s;&s;ant wrongs,</L>
<L>(Oh vip'rous brood! ingrateful Whelps that dare,</L>
<L>Your kinde&s;t Mothers panting Bowels tear!)</L>
<L>My once va&s;t Trea&s;ures are exhau&s;ted, all</L>
<L>Con&s;um'd, and I to a Prodigious fall,</L>
<L>And utter Ruine po&s;ting down amain,</L>
<L>If your <HI>Heroick Hands</HI> me not &s;u&s;tain;</L>
<L>But my decayed Trea&s;ures likely are</L>
<L>Ne're to recruit till th' Trade ob&s;tructing War</L>
<L><HI>With his great</HI> Catholick Maje&s;ty <HI>of</HI> Spain</L>
<L>Doth finde a Period; till I be again,</L>
<L>(I &s;ay) till my three Royal <HI>Crowns</HI> and I,</L>
<L><HI>Be given to</HI> CHARLES <HI>his</HI> &s;acred Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>Even as a Ship upon the boi&s;trous Seas,</L>
<L>When the blew Billows mount to troubled Skies,</L>
<L>When tempe&s;t-breathing <HI>Boreas</HI> does roare,</L>
<L>Driving the Waves again&s;t th' a&s;&s;aulted &s;hoare,</L>
<L>When<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">N. W. Wind.</NOTE> <HI>Corus</HI> from the great <HI>Atlantick</HI> Maine</L>
<L>Thunders, and other Winds retort again,</L>
<L>His raging bla&s;ts and Ship-encountring Waves,</L>
<L>When, not without ju&s;t cau&s;e, the <HI>Pilot</HI> raves,</L>
<L>But th'&s;haken Ve&s;&s;el (be what will his mind)</L>
<L>Is rapt away by the prevailing Wind;</L>
<L>Ju&s;t like this tempe&s;t-to&s;&s;ed Ship I've been</L>
<L>Long time abus'd and cheated, rackt between</L>
<L>Pale fear and hope; then by the longe&s;t <HI>Sword</HI></L>
<L>Commanded, daring not to &s;peak a word.</L>
<L><HI>Be you</HI> [my Supream Court] (Illu&s;trious Sirs,)</L>
<L>The Olive-Crowned, welcome <HI>Harbingers,</HI></L>
<L>Be you the happy <HI>Pho&s;pherus,</HI> who may</L>
<L>With your re&s;plendent, truly happy Ray</L>
<L>The wi&s;hed re-e&s;tabli&s;hment fore-run</L>
<L>Of my &s;o long in vain-de&s;ired <HI>SUN!</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>(GEORGE!)</HI> to your renowned worth and you,</L>
<L>How much doth <HI>England's</HI> grateful <HI>Genius</HI> OW?</L>
<L>Nor Changes, nor this <HI>&s;eries</HI> of time,</L>
<L>Nor yet to Faith that inau&s;picious Clime</L>
<L><HI>Scotland,</HI> (long never to one Intere&s;t true)</L>
<L>Had power t'extingui&s;h tho&s;e true <HI>Sparks</HI> in you,</L>
<L><HI>(Sparks,</HI> which black Embers many years did Cloud</L>
<L>And in eternal &s;ilence &s;eem to &s;hrowd)</L>
<L>Of <HI>Love</HI> to me, who in a pen&s;ive tone</L>
<L>Wi&s;h my ju&s;t <HI>Ma&s;ter,</HI> and his ju&s;ter <HI>THRONE.</HI></L>
<L>Sir, you and your peace-bringing-Troops did come</L>
<L>Not as Great <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> to di&s;tracted <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Did once advance, <HI>Trophes</HI> bringing along</L>
<L>From the fierce <HI>Galls,</HI> and fiercer <HI>Germans</HI> won,</L>
<L>With raging <HI>Mars</HI> in his War-threatning-look,</L>
<L>Which could no equal or &s;uperiour brook.</L>
<L>No angry frowns your milder looks did &s;how,</L>
<L>But <HI>Peace</HI> &s;at Crown'd in your triumphant Brow;</L>
<L>Your <HI>Scoti&s;h mi&s;t</HI> (Oh &s;trange!) down did not powre</L>
<L>In a tempe&s;tuous or a bloody &s;howre,</L>
<L>But did impending rage and tempe&s;ts cha&s;e,</L>
<L>From the &s;ad &s;urface of my mourning Face,</L>
<L>And by it's active breath, did di&s;&s;ipate</L>
<L>The fear'd effects of my re&s;olved <HI>Fate.</HI></L>
<L>With King-re&s;toring<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">By who&s;e meanes the Crown was won from <HI>R</HI> 3. &amp; re&s;to|red to H. 7. heir of the hou&s;e of <HI>Lan.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Stanley</HI> &s;hall you &s;tand</L>
<L>Ranked, when our pridigious <HI>Annals</HI> brand</L>
<L>The horrid fury and nefarious <HI>Rage</HI></L>
<L>Of this blood-&s;ucking, <HI>King</HI>-condemning age.</L>
<L>The eager teeth of all-devouring <HI>Time,</HI></L>
<L>Shall never triumph o're your high, &s;ublime,</L>
<L>Star-towring Name; and, though we daily &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free;</HI></L>
<L>Yet when &s;tern Death (ne're toucht with lea&s;t remorce)</L>
<L>Shall by his fatal unrelenting force</L>
<L>Storm your Life's Fort, your better part &s;hall then</L>
<L>Survive, yea gloriou&s;ly revive again?</L>
<L>Your <HI>Fame</HI> (I mean) and la&s;ting <HI>Name</HI> &s;hall be</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd in Bra&s;&s;e to all eternity.</L>
<L><NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">Parlia.</NOTE> My hopes mount high <HI>(Grave Senate!)</HI> when I &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Regal Crown <HI>and</HI> Royal Ca<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">opie,</L>
<L>With that Rich <HI>Laurel,</HI> which <HI>Phanaticks</HI> hate</L>
<L>To &s;ee upheld by <HI>Cherubims</HI> in State;</L>
<L>I tru&s;t that <HI>Halcyon dayes</HI> may once again,</L>
<L>Return and I in my old <HI>Glory</HI> &s;hine.</L>
<L>I hope your happy and <HI>Re&s;plendent Light</HI></L>
<L>The bloody &s;hades of my long gloomie night</L>
<L>Will &s;till di&s;pel and drive away, and now</L>
<L>My Native foes proud fury tame, if you</L>
<L>If You my <HI>KING</HI> and ancient Lawes re&s;tore,</L>
<L>If you take care I be abus'd no more,</L>
<L>If you the <HI>Church</HI> and <HI>Clergy</HI> countenance,</L>
<L>If you my now-decayed Trade advance,</L>
<L>While <HI>Radiant Stars</HI> &s;hall run their u&s;ual race,</L>
<L>While <HI>Neptunes</HI> Arms the&s;e fruitful I&s;les embrace,</L>
<L>While <HI>Luna</HI> &s;hall her Horns together clo&s;e:</L>
<L>While the <HI>Day-Star</HI> the Ro&s;ie morn fore&s;hows,</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> good <HI>Genius</HI> &s;hall your prai&s;es &s;ound</L>
<L>And your ble&s;t Heads with <HI>Laurels</HI> &s;hall be Crown'd.</L>
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<P>London, <HI>Printed for</HI> J. Jones, 1660.</P>
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