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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>TO THE KING'S <HI>MOST SACRED</HI> MAJESTY, &V;pon his Happy and Glorious RETURN An endeavoured POEM.</P>
<P>BY <HI>SAM&V;EL WILLES.</HI></P>
<Q><P><HI>Cre&s;&s;a</HI> ne careat pulcra dies nota.</P>
<BIBL><HI>Horat.</HI></BIBL></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. R.</HI> for <HI>John Baker</HI> at the &s;ign of the <HI>Peacock</HI> in <HI>St. Pauls</HI> Church-yard 1660.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB REF="2">
<PB N="1" REF="2">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>_COme, now the greater <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> all have done,</L>
<L>And with maje&s;tick &s;teps mea&s;ur'd the <HI>story,</HI></L>
<L>Now <HI>Cowley,</HI> and the re&s;t the race have run,</L>
<L>And in their way &s;wallow'd up all the <HI>glory,</HI></L>
<L>I'le <HI>pump</HI> a rime or two come <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> we'l go,</L>
<L><HI>Iove</HI> loves a <HI>true</HI> devotion though't be <HI>&s;low.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Welcome <HI>Great Charles!</HI> Heark, how the <HI>Briti&s;h I&s;le</HI></L>
<L>Bellow's the gallant <HI>Echo,</HI> ev'ry Sea</L>
<L>Changes his angry <HI>Frown</HI> into a <HI>&s;mile,</HI></L>
<L>And tells th' <HI>enquiring</HI> winds 'tis <HI>Holyday.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Charles</HI> is return'd, and every thing mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Cloathed with brisk and &s;weet &s;erenity.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Stay! &s;peak of <HI>Charles,</HI> what vent'rous tongue dares &s;ay</L>
<L>What that important <HI>Name</HI> doth &s;ignifie?</L>
<L>Like the <HI>Philo&s;opher;</HI> I'de ask a day,</L>
<L>Then ten, or more. So great a Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Perplexes humane rea&s;on to define,</L>
<L>And like a <HI>Gulph,</HI> &s;wallows up all the <HI>Line.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>His high au&s;picious <HI>Birth</HI> did plainly &s;hew</L>
<L>That bounteous <HI>Heav'n</HI> &s;ome mighty <HI>Prince</HI> de&s;ign'd:</L>
<L><HI>Angels</HI> could &s;carce keep Coun&s;el; <HI>big</HI> they grew,</L>
<L>Yet none dur&s;t venture to <HI>unload</HI> his mind.</L>
<L>Only one loving <HI>Star,</HI> in &s;pight o' th' day</L>
<L>Came t' us at noon, and told us where <HI>he</HI> lay.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>ALL <HI>England</HI> now one <HI>Aetna</HI> &s;eems to be,</L>
<L>Be&s;et with joyfull <HI>Bonefires</HI> every where:</L>
<L>Like dam'd <HI>Enceladus</HI> benath't I &s;ee</L>
<L>The conquer'd <HI>Rump</HI> &s;trugling to &s;ee what's here,</L>
<L>Heaves up the flaming <HI>Burden,</HI> but in vain,</L>
<L>It <HI>gives</HI> him breath to <HI>take</HI>'t away again.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Great <HI>Charles!</HI> That very Name when't reach our <HI>Land</HI></L>
<L>Sounded deliverance and quick &s;upply:</L>
<L><HI>Dagon,</HI> our trembling Mon&s;ter here did &s;tand,</L>
<L>Amaz'd at th' very thoughts of <HI>Maje&s;ty,</HI></L>
<L>Cur&s;ing his ugly <HI>Tail,</HI> which mark't him out</L>
<L>For one of De&s;olations branded <HI>Rout.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Thus when the other <HI>Dagon</HI> did but &s;ee</L>
<L>The glorious dawning of the <HI>Ark,</HI> he fled;</L>
<L>And tumbling down with <HI>fatal piety,</HI></L>
<L>Again&s;t the Thre&s;hold da&s;ht his ugly head,</L>
<L>Glad that his <HI>God&s;hip</HI>'s ruines might but be</L>
<L>The Tomb of Him and his deformity.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Come heavy <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> let's try if we can &s;ing,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;crue</HI> our frozen notes, until they meet,</L>
<L>As th' fa&s;hion is, in ver&s;e wee'll meet <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L>Although we limping go with gowty feet.</L>
<L>What though we have no wit? Let's blame the Fate,</L>
<L>That frighted's <HI>out of it</HI> in &mdash; 48.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>WHat mean tho&s;e guilded <HI>Streamers</HI> there &s;o high,</L>
<L>Dancing like Lightning through the chearful air,</L>
<L>As if they meant to <HI>&s;weep</HI> and <HI>bru&s;h</HI> the Sky</L>
<L>From all the mi&s;ty <HI>Cobwebs</HI> that hang there.</L>
<L>See how Heaven decks his <HI>Azure</HI> Canopy</L>
<L>With <HI>&s;hoals</HI> of &s;tars, and bright &s;erenity.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Heark how the li&s;t'ning winds creep gently by,</L>
<L>And whi&s;per <HI>Charles</HI> unto the crowded &s;hore,</L>
<L>Old <HI>Time</HI> &s;tands &s;till, and quite forgets to fly,</L>
<L>Surpriz'd with wonder, for he ne're before</L>
<L>In the whole worlds voluminous <HI>Book</HI> did &s;ee</L>
<L>So great, &s;o good, &s;o ju&s;t a <HI>Maje&s;ty.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Great is thy charge, O <HI>Sea;</HI> be true, and bring</L>
<L>Thy wealthy <HI>Burden</HI> to the longing Land;</L>
<L>Thy happy waves that bear &s;o great a <HI>King</HI></L>
<L>Are richer far than all the wealthy &s;and,</L>
<L>Though every grain were turned into a gem,</L>
<L>And both the wealthy <HI>Indies</HI> thrown to them.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>See how the <HI>Deep</HI> levels his <HI>curled</HI> brow</L>
<L>To a &s;mooth gla&s;&s;y <HI>plain,</HI> for <HI>Charles</HI> is there:</L>
<L>Not any churli&s;h billow <HI>grumbles</HI> now,</L>
<L>But <HI>melts</HI> his &s;ullen rage to quiet fear;</L>
<L>Each loyal wave crowds with his <HI>wat'ry</HI> lip,</L>
<L>And dies in clo&s;e <HI>embraces</HI> of the Ship.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>The &s;calie <HI>Dolphins</HI> mount their loyal heads,</L>
<L>And by th' <HI>adored</HI> &s;hip they &s;toutly &s;wim,</L>
<L>Forgetting, all the while, their wat'ry <HI>Beds;</HI></L>
<L>And when their expectation &s;pyes but <HI>Him,</HI></L>
<L>See how one laughing there cageol's another,</L>
<L>And whi&s;pers his <HI>content</HI> unto his brother.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>And all tho&s;e <HI>&s;hell'd Inhabitants</HI> of th' &s;and,</L>
<L>That never yet for&s;ook the <HI>gloomy</HI> &s;hore,</L>
<L>That cloy&s;ter'd up in <HI>Water,</HI> dwell o' th' <HI>Land,</HI></L>
<L>They ope their <HI>&s;hops,</HI> and bring their &s;parkling &s;tore,</L>
<L>Such brisk eradiations with them came,</L>
<L>You'd &s;wear the very <HI>Sea</HI> were choak't in <HI>flame.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Hee's come! See what a crowd &s;urrounds the &s;hip,</L>
<L><HI>Men, Beasts</HI> and <HI>Birds;</HI> nothing did &s;tay behind;</L>
<L>Each one preparing his ob&s;equious <HI>lip</HI></L>
<L>To give a faint expre&s;&s;ion of his <HI>mind:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Noah</HI> not half &s;o well bethronged &s;tood,</L>
<L>When he was <HI>King</HI> o' th' floating world i' th' flood,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="5" REF="4">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>HE's come! 'twas when the might <HI>&s;torms</HI> had call'd</L>
<L>The roaring <HI>Thunders</HI> out and cracking <HI>hail,</HI></L>
<L>When th' <HI>panting</HI> winds i' th' furrow'd &s;ea were &s;tall'd,</L>
<L>And we no &s;ign &s;aw but the <HI>Scorpions Tayl:</HI></L>
<L>He like the <HI>Sun</HI> broke forth, and frighted They</L>
<L>Trembled to heaps, and &s;neaking <HI>&s;leer'd</HI> away.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>They &s;neakt away, and great <HI>A&s;traea</HI> came</L>
<L>To repo&s;&s;e&s;s her long-u&s;urped &s;eat,</L>
<L>And blu&s;ht (as well &s;he might) with pious &s;hame</L>
<L>To &s;ee her Courts <HI>reeking</HI> with bloody &s;weat.</L>
<L>When Ju&s;tice dies at <HI>Court,</HI> then how can we</L>
<L><HI>Ob&s;curer Mortals</HI> look for equity?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The fierce&s;t Bea&s;ts meet <HI>Him,</HI> and &s;hivering come</L>
<L>To do abey&s;ance at his royal feet:</L>
<L>Their &s;ilent duties bid him welcome home,</L>
<L>So the great <HI>Nomenclator</HI> they did greet</L>
<L>With trembling reverence, when to him they came,</L>
<L>In <HI>Eden</HI>'s groves each one to take a name.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The <HI>frolick</HI> Rocks pluck up their heavy feet,</L>
<L>And dance about; the aged nodding oak</L>
<L>Gets loo&s;e, and comes; fain would they build a &s;treet:</L>
<L>Thus when the &s;weet <HI>Orphean</HI> Harp but &s;poke,</L>
<L>The joylly woods and &s;tones forgat that they</L>
<L>Were ty'd by th' feet, and nimbly tript away.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>THen from th' united <HI>Throng</HI> a mighty &s;hout,</L>
<L>(Louder than any Thunders roaring voice)</L>
<L>With zealous acclamations bur&s;t out,</L>
<L>With &s;o &s;tupendious and great a voice,</L>
<L>That the amazed &s;hades all fled for fear,</L>
<L>And let the <HI>willing</HI> day &s;tay longer here.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>The &s;turdy sky throws the loud <HI>Echo</HI> back</L>
<L>To the low gloomy vaults o' th' &s;ilent earth;</L>
<L>The deep foundations of the rocks do crack,</L>
<L>The <HI>Infant &s;prings</HI> &s;truggle to find a <HI>Birth</HI></L>
<L>That they may hope at lea&s;t to ki&s;s his feet,</L>
<L>And by that &s;acred <HI>Touch</HI> learn to be &s;weet.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Down to the great <HI>Aby&s;s</HI> the &s;acred <HI>Name,</HI></L>
<L>The Name of <HI>Charles</HI> broke down, and with a voice,</L>
<L>Louder than all the <HI>Cryes</HI> that rend the flame,</L>
<L>Layes a dumb &s;ilence upon every noi&s;e.</L>
<L>Then to all <HI>Hell</HI> defiance thrice he cries,</L>
<L>To <HI>Heaven</HI>'s and <HI>Mine</HI> infernal enemies.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The &s;tarted <HI>Furies</HI> drop their flaming whips,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;weep</HI> the &s;weat from off their &s;calded brows,</L>
<L>Dangling their broyling tongues upon their lips,</L>
<L>Each mouth like a great burning <HI>Furnace</HI> &s;hows;</L>
<L>Where Bla&s;phemy with ragefull anger &s;narls</L>
<L>Both 'gain&s;t the &s;acred <HI>Names of God and Charles.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>O mighty influence of great <HI>Charles</HI> his Name,</L>
<L>That makes the very Gates of <HI>Hell</HI> to &s;hake,</L>
<L>The damned &s;ouls get &s;trength again&s;t the flame,</L>
<L>And by that intermi&s;&s;ion <HI>Breath</HI> they take.</L>
<L>But &s;tay (&s;ad &s;ouls!) a Troop of <HI>Fiends</HI> comes there,</L>
<L>The <HI>Legions</HI> routed now from <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>King <HI>Satan</HI> comes, and with a &s;urly brow</L>
<L>Examines every Face, they trembling &s;tand,</L>
<L>Expecting all &s;ome &s;ad tormenting blow,</L>
<L>Now &s;taring here, and then o' th' other hand,</L>
<L>I'me come (&s;aid he) and that I might not fail</L>
<L>To come in <HI>State,</HI> look, I have brought my <HI>Tail.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>With that out of his &s;caly Bo&s;ome he</L>
<L>Pluckt forth a <HI>Rowl,</HI> &s;crall'd o're with bloody Names:</L>
<L>My <HI>Rump</HI> of Agitatours, here they be,</L>
<L>He cry'd, the <HI>Heirs apparent</HI> of my Flames,</L>
<L>And ju&s;tly too: they wrought the Tragedy</L>
<L>Of <HI>Charles,</HI> that mighty foe of <HI>Mine</HI> and <HI>Me.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>In <HI>Worc'ster</HI>'s bloody Fields methinks I &s;ee,</L>
<L>What noble re&s;olution fill'd his <HI>Heart,</HI></L>
<L>What low account <HI>He</HI> made of <HI>Maje&s;ty:</HI></L>
<L>So great <HI>Apollo</HI> acted once a part</L>
<L>I' th' <HI>Trojan</HI> Camp, laying a&s;ide his <HI>Bays,</HI></L>
<L>Decking a &s;teely Helmet with his <HI>Roys.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee <HI>Cromwel</HI>'s &s;educed crouds</L>
<L>Moving, like iron-&s;tatues, o're the fields,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t his proud Banners-<HI>ki&s;s</HI> the gloomy clouds,</L>
<L>Each face of <HI>Bra&s;s</HI> &s;upplies the want of &s;heilds;</L>
<L>Bra&s;s mu&s;t tho&s;e faces be, that dare defie</L>
<L>Heaven, and its <HI>great Lieutenant's Majesty.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>See how th' enraged Hor&s;es <HI>tear</HI> the way,</L>
<L>And fling a cloud of du&s;t about their ears,</L>
<L>A cloud &s;o thick that't almo&s;t <HI>stifled</HI> day.</L>
<L>See how his foaming neck one proudly rears;</L>
<L>Another neighs, to&s;&s;ing his curled main,</L>
<L>And &s;wiftly <HI>&s;cours</HI> along the <HI>trembling</HI> plain.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>What <HI>throngs</HI> of &s;harp'ned Pikes and Halberts there</L>
<L>March o're th' enraged <HI>Rebel</HI>'s head &s;o thick</L>
<L>And clo&s;e, that th' very winds <HI>intangled</HI> are,</L>
<L>And can't get through them but are force't to &s;tick:</L>
<L>Like &s;ome great wood upon a hill they &s;how,</L>
<L>Where there's &s;carce room for' nother tree to grow,</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>MEan while the <HI>Royal &s;ouls</HI> them&s;elves prepare,</L>
<L>Armed with innocence and loyalty:</L>
<L>Not any <HI>Brea&s;t</HI> is &s;tain'd with <HI>guilty</HI> fear,</L>
<L>Rather than <HI>live</HI> with &s;hame they choo&s;e to <HI>dye.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Charls</HI> is their noble val'rous pattern, they</L>
<L>Are taught by <HI>His,</HI> what face becomes the day.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>See here they &s;ally out, and there they meet:</L>
<L>Hark how the thund'ring <HI>Drums torment</HI> the sky:</L>
<L>Here mangled arms and legs, there hands and feet,</L>
<L>Parted from their <HI>unwilling</HI> bodies fly.</L>
<L>The overflowing Brooks &s;well with a flood,</L>
<L>And &s;tain their <HI>frighted</HI> banks with &s;treams of blood.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>See where a wide-mouth'd <HI>Canons</HI> burning load</L>
<L>Comes roaring out, <HI>wrap't</HI> up in raging flame,</L>
<L>And through the thicke&s;t crouds it cuts a road,</L>
<L>Scorning by all re&s;i&s;tance to be tame.</L>
<L>Ne're did the trembling <HI>corn</HI> fall half &s;o fa&s;t</L>
<L>Before the angry <HI>Mower</HI>'s &s;harpe&s;t ha&s;te.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Torn limbs of men and hor&s;es &s;mear'd with gore,</L>
<L>In heaps do lie. There one doth &s;tumbling fall,</L>
<L><HI>Snar'd</HI> in his fellow's bowels, o're and o're.</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of <HI>New-created kindred,</HI> all</L>
<L>Mangled with gaping wounds do <HI>&s;trow</HI> the Earth,</L>
<L><HI>Mixing their blood</HI> at <HI>death,</HI> though not at <HI>Birth.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>BUt &s;tay! who's <HI>he,</HI> that through the armed rout,</L>
<L>So unre&s;i&s;tably doth run? what's he</L>
<L>That <HI>deals</HI> &s;o many <HI>deaths</HI> to tho&s;e about:</L>
<L>See with what mighty force undaunted He</L>
<L>Doth hew his pa&s;&s;age through, whil&s;t trembling they,</L>
<L><HI>Cromwel</HI>'s poor Sneakes, crowd up to make him way.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="10" REF="7">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>It mu&s;t be <HI>Charles,</HI> who (though he &s;hrouded be</L>
<L>In a di&s;gui&s;es <HI>humble privacy,</HI>)</L>
<L>Cannot <HI>contract</HI> his beams of Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>No more than th' <HI>other Sun</HI> can hidden lye</L>
<L>Under a dusky cloud at noon: for &s;till</L>
<L>His Light all corners of the <HI>world</HI> mu&s;t fill.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis ,tis the <HI>mighty Prince:</HI> there doth he thru&s;t</L>
<L>His &s;laughtering Arm into the &s;toute&s;t troops,</L>
<L>See there he come, <HI>reeking</HI> with blood and du&s;t,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t every Object of his Fury &s;toops</L>
<L>To's angry &s;word's &s;trong force; no blow doth need</L>
<L>A &s;econd to a&s;&s;i&s;t its murd'ring &s;peed.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Before <HI>Him</HI> &s;till they fall, and &s;till they fly,</L>
<L>(Tumbling in dying <HI>Heaps</HI> they &s;top his way)</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of <HI>panting Corp&s;e,</HI> that fain would dye,</L>
<L>Breath out their &s;ouls with cur&s;es of the day,</L>
<L><HI>Gnawing</HI> the ground with rage; unweary'd <HI>He</HI></L>
<L>Send's thou&s;ands more t' attend their de&s;tiny.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Heaven</HI> &s;mil'd, and &s;aw an <HI>ea&s;ie</HI> victory</L>
<L>Following <HI>his</HI> mighty <HI>Arm:</HI> but thought it fit</L>
<L>That <HI>Charles</HI> (that glorious <HI>Name</HI>) &s;hould rai&s;ed be</L>
<L>B' <HI>another Conque&s;t,</HI> far more great than it,</L>
<L>Which, like &s;trong Light'ning without wound or &s;mart,</L>
<L>Should leave the <HI>Body</HI> whole and melt the <HI>Heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Heaven &s;ounded his <HI>Retreat,</HI> and ready <HI>He</HI></L>
<L>Obey'd e'ne to his lo&s;s, and left the field:</L>
<L><HI>Cromwel</HI> mi&s;took it for a victory,</L>
<L>And thought it <HI>po&s;sible that Charles could yield:</HI></L>
<L>Stay ragefull <HI>Tyrant,</HI> &s;tay! <HI>Heaven</HI> thinks that He</L>
<L>Better de&s;erv's to live than all thy <HI>Ho&s;t</HI> and <HI>Thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>HE lives and GOD WITH HIM, His <HI>Exile</HI>'s force</L>
<L>Could ne're create to <HI>Him</HI> &s;o great a lo&s;s,</L>
<L>Though th' frantick <HI>Common-wealth</HI> &s;trove to divorce</L>
<L>King, <HI>Heaven</HI> and <HI>Him;</HI> whil&s;t round their <HI>&s;ilver Cro&s;s</HI></L>
<L>Run GOD WITH US, Heaven left <HI>them</HI> all for <HI>One</HI></L>
<L>And rather cho&s;e to live with <HI>Charles</HI> alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>They'r all mi&s;took that &s;ay <HI>his</HI> quiet Brea&s;t</L>
<L>Was clouded and di&s;turbed with <HI>fretting</HI> care,</L>
<L>There alwayes dwelt <HI>Serenity</HI> and re&s;t,</L>
<L>As in the <HI>upper Region</HI> of the <HI>Air,</HI></L>
<L>Above tho&s;e &s;tormy Pa&s;&s;ions, jealous fears,</L>
<L>Which <HI>&s;call'd</HI> our <HI>minds</HI> with <HI>grief,</HI> and <HI>eyes</HI> with <HI>tears.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis true, a <HI>loving watch</HI> did alwayes dwell</L>
<L>In his <HI>&s;weet Eye,</HI> which kindly &s;till did bend</L>
<L>To poor di&s;tracted <HI>Albion,</HI> and did tell</L>
<L><HI>His</HI> royal heart what Tyranyes did rend</L>
<L>His tott'ring Kingdomes; whil&s;t we guiltle&s;s lay</L>
<L>Pri&s;'ners that <HI>fear'd,</HI> but not <HI>de&s;erv'd the day.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="12" REF="8">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Nor can I blame tho&s;e <HI>crafty cares</HI> that wrought</L>
<L>Their <HI>Subtle &s;elves</HI> into <HI>His</HI> royal mind,</L>
<L>Where they the <HI>mighty things</HI> that pa&s;s his thought</L>
<L>And <HI>his great &s;oul's</HI> &s;ublime productions find.</L>
<L>I'de wi&s;h my &s;elf transform'd into a <HI>Care,</HI></L>
<L>If, without <HI>Trea&s;on's</HI> guilt I might dwell there.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Long mai&s;t Thou live <HI>Great Prince,</HI> and &s;till may&s;t be</L>
<L>A terrour to thy <HI>Foes,</HI> as thou ha&s;t been</L>
<L>To every <HI>vice</HI> that hath a&s;&s;aulted <HI>Thee:</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t the di&s;cover'd <HI>Plots</HI> of crafty <HI>Sin,</HI></L>
<L>Though all contriv'd in deepe&s;t policy,</L>
<L>Are not more <HI>known</HI> than they are <HI>&s;hunn'd</HI> by <HI>Thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Under <HI>thy</HI> potent Influence I tru&s;t</L>
<L>Some conde&s;cending <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> will vi&s;it <HI>me,</HI></L>
<L>And lift my groveling Phan&s;ie out o' th' du&s;t,</L>
<L>Stretching my <HI>dwarfi&s;h Rimes</HI> to <HI>Poetry;</HI></L>
<L>Then the fir&s;t <HI>Theme divine,</HI> of which I'le &s;ing</L>
<L>Shall be a <HI>Panegyrick</HI> to the KING.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
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