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<HEAD><HI>News from the Royall Exchange:</HI> OR, Gold turn'd into Mourning:</HEAD>
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<P>FROM <Q><HI>Exit Tyrannus Regum &V;ltimus An|no Libertatis</HI> Angliae <HI>Re&s;titutae primo.</HI> Januarii 30. Anno Dom. 1648.</Q> TO <Q> ECCE! <HI>Exit non Tyrannus, &s;ed Regum Homi|num&abque; optimus Anno</HI> Angliae <HI>Foelici|tatis &V;ltimo.</HI></Q></P>
<P>ENGLISHED: <Q>The la&s;t Tyrant of Kings dyed in the fir&s;t Year of the Liberty of <HI>England</HI> Re&s;tored, <HI>January</HI> 30. 1648.</Q>  
<Q>Behold! It was not a Tyrant King that dyed, but the be&s;t of Kings and Men, that &s;uffered in the la&s;t Year of <HI>Englands</HI> Felicity.</Q></P>
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<DIV2 TYPE="acrostic">
<HEAD>An Acro&s;tick upon King <HI>Charles.</HI></HEAD>
<L>C Crowns of Gold with Cemms be&s;et are vain,</L>
<L>H Heavenly Crowns of Content are Gain:</L>
<L>A A Shadow is the Throne this World affords,</L>
<L>R Riches and Honours are but Weights with Cords</L>
<L>L Loading the Princes &s;houlders; who them bare,</L>
<L>E Each Common Trouble call's for them to &s;hare.</L>
<L>S Soul therefore let thy Meditation</L>
<L>S Soar higher for a Habitation:</L>
<L>T Trea&s;ure up Goods, where neither Moth nor Ru&s;t</L>
<L>U (Undervalue things that turn to du&s;t)</L>
<L>A Ar<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="blotted" EXTENT="1 letter"> able to corrupt; that &s;o thy Heart,</L>
<L>R Ri&s;ing above the heighth of Mans de&s;ert,</L>
<L>T Triumphing, may relea&s;ed be of &s;mart.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="anagram and epigram">
<HEAD>CHARLES ST&V;ART.</HEAD>
<HEAD>ANAGRAM, Arts Cha&s;t Rule.</HEAD>
<HEAD>Epigram.</HEAD>
<L>TIll <HI>Arts Cha&s;t Rule</HI> we do approve,</L>
<L>And all things &s;eek to win by Love,</L>
<L>We mu&s;t all mi&s;eries endure,</L>
<L>Not Goods, nor Lands, nor Lives &s;ecure</L>
<L>Can we expect, when each day brings</L>
<L>New Changes, and new Sufferings:</L>
<L>Wherefore Call in and him Enthrone,</L>
<L>Who only can lay Claim to th'Crown;</L>
<L>Let not the towring minds of men,</L>
<L>In&s;ult for private Intere&s;ts then;</L>
<L>But Tribute give to whom 'tis due,</L>
<L>That &s;o GODS Ble&s;&s;ing may <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="blotted" EXTENT="1 letter">n&s;ue,</L>
<L>Le&s;t he O'return, o'return, o'return,</L>
<L>And many Towns and Cities Burn:</L>
<L>And wa&s;te the Nation, to perform</L>
<L>His Word which &s;hall not be forlorn</L>
<L>Who hath it promi&s;ed to give</L>
<L>To whom 'tis due as he doth Live:</L>
<L>Therefore do not his word with&s;tand,</L>
<L>But to Its Right re&s;tore the Land;</L>
<L>By which a Pardon you may find,</L>
<L>When to Repentance ye're enclin'd:</L>
<L>That &s;o in Peace your dayes may end</L>
<L>Which in this World God doth you lend.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The peoples Complaint through want of their Exil'd Sovereigne LORD the KING.</HEAD>
<L>VVEE Engli&s;hmen are wor&s;e them <HI>E&s;ops</HI> Frogs,</L>
<L>We call'd tho&s;e Tryant Kings which were but Logs,</L>
<L>For when both Peace and plenty fil'd our Nation,</L>
<L>We not content'cry out for Reformation;</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> &s;ent us Storks: who in &s;hort time devour</L>
<L>One hundred thou&s;and Natives by their Power:</L>
<L>This &s;trikes us to the Heart, and we bethink</L>
<L>How to repair our Chains, broak Linck from Linck.</L>
<L>We try a Parliament which doth not plea&s;e,</L>
<L>We make of them a <HI>Rump,</HI> and yet not cea&s;e,</L>
<L>We reform our General to a Protector,</L>
<L>Who turn'd out <HI>Rumps,</HI> and play'd the gallant <HI>Hector.</HI></L>
<L>He Parliaments did call, and they did come,</L>
<L>He turn'd them out and left an empty Room,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Jove</HI> call'd him a&s;ide by a great wind,</L>
<L>Who left us all to grope like tho&s;e are blind;</L>
<L>For when his Son did take the Royal Throne,</L>
<L>We cry'd a Log, a Log, and threw him down:</L>
<L>We call'd the <HI>Rumps</HI> again we had before,</L>
<L>Who by a Cipher were turn'd out of doore:</L>
<L>A Safe Committee then did rule the Roa&s;t,</L>
<L>Of which we have no rea&s;on for to boa&s;t:</L>
<L>Our <HI>Rump</HI> did worm them out, and &s;at againe,</L>
<L>Till twice they Roa&s;ted were, which work't their bane:</L>
<L>At la&s;t the Parliament of forty-eight</L>
<L>Began to fit in th'Hou&s;e in former State</L>
<L>At their re-&s;itting all the Bell did Ring,</L>
<L>Much more they will, when we have <HI>Charles</HI> our <HI>King.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Charles King.</HI> 1660.</P>
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