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<HEAD>TVVEEDS Teares of joy, to CHARLES great Brittains King.</HEAD>
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<L>_RU&s;h forth my billows in the roaring maine,</L>
<L>And rou&s;e the <HI>Tritons</HI> of old Neptunes traine,</L>
<L>Through the ya&s;t Ocean of the furthe&s;t &s;hore,</L>
<L>To publi&s;h the&s;e our joyes and triumphs o're</L>
<L>The watrie world, whil&s;t long-wingd flying fame,</L>
<L>To <HI>Nile</HI> and <HI>Ganges</HI> dwellers doth proclaime</L>
<L>Our fea&s;ts and bone-fires, that both &s;ea and land</L>
<L>May hear our happine&s;&s;e, and joyfull &s;tand:</L>
<L>To &s;ee great <HI>Charles</HI> (his anger &s;moothed) &s;mile,</L>
<L>And ki&s;&s;e his mother; from who&s;e love ere while,</L>
<L>Seditious &s;ycophants had him e&s;trang'd,</L>
<L>And &s;ought (O wickedne&s;&s;e! Heaven will reveng't)</L>
<L>To break that band, in which great <HI>Brittane</HI> &s;tood</L>
<L>After &s;o many ages, &s;o much bloud;</L>
<L>But were deceiv'd at la&s;t: Hell, <HI>Rome,</HI> and <HI>Spaine,</HI></L>
<L>Thanks be to heaven, have &s;pent their &s;pight in vaine,</L>
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<L>Faiths great defender, world-divided King,</L>
<L>King of a world, which to thy wi&s;h can bring</L>
<L>All what thy plea&s;ure, or thy power require,</L>
<L>To make thee happie in thy hearts de&s;ire:</L>
<L>If in this &s;torme of joy and pompous throng</L>
<L>Old <HI>Tweed,</HI> thy Kingdomes limite (ah too long!)</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="2"><!-- PDF PAGE 7 -->May have acce&s;&s;e, and that thy gracious ear,</L>
<L>Will daigne his har&s;h and lowly &s;ong to hear,</L>
<L>While teares of joy his holy brea&s;t bedew,</L>
<L>And pa&s;&s;ion paints his cheeks with purple hew:</L>
<L>'T may be the freedome of his plaine di&s;cour&s;e,</L>
<L>Will not offend or make thee like him wor&s;e.</L>
<L>Two hundreth and five lu&s;tres did my &s;treames</L>
<L>Runne neutrall, and divide thy joyned realmes,</L>
<L>Which in times fulne&s;&s;e thy wi&s;e happy Sire,</L>
<L>Sent from above combin'd in one Empire.</L>
<L>How oft they chang'd their cri&s;tall into bloud,</L>
<L>And &s;aw their banks o'er &s;hadowed with a wood</L>
<L>Of bri&s;tling lances, numbrous ho&s;ts and powers,</L>
<L>Who&s;e might made right, and &s;accag'd towns and towers,</L>
<L>As wars ambiguous i&s;&s;ue gave the lot</L>
<L>Of Thee and thine for ever be forgot:</L>
<L>Since now the Heavens have made thy <HI>Albion,</HI></L>
<L>In palmie peace united <HI>All-be-one;</HI></L>
<L>And &s;till &s;hall be (&s;o long as dayes bright Carre</L>
<L>Doth light the World) a world without a warre.</L>
<L>Though Hell-born <HI>Python,</HI> and that cur&s;ed crew,</L>
<L>From whom the Serpents teeth to &s;laughter grew,</L>
<L>With poy&s;on'd tongues into thine ears have powr'd</L>
<L>Their venome, and un&s;heath'd thy royall &s;word,</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy loyall Subjects: Seeking &s;o</L>
<L>Both Churches fall, and Kingdomes overthrow.</L>
<L>The pride of prie&s;ts thy power mu&s;t maintaine,</L>
<L>Be 't neer &s;o loftie, mutinous and vaine.</L>
<L>Their &s;leeves as full of vengeance as of winde,</L>
<L>Swell proud if they lea&s;t oppo&s;ition finde,</L>
<L>So high, that they thy Scepters help reclaime,</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t &s;upport them both from hurt and blame,</L>
<L>And even th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter"> Crowne the Mitre mu&s;t uphold,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hornes point higher then thy pearls and gold.</L>
<L>O Heavens! Is that religions mode&s;t gate</L>
<L>To hoi&s;e a top&s;aile of &s;uch pompe and &s;tate?</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="2"><!-- PDF PAGE 7 -->Saint <HI>Peters</HI> ma&s;ter never taught that lore;</L>
<L>Who&s;e humble meekne&s;&s;e is commended more.</L>
<L>The&s;e wolves di&s;guis'd in lambskins, not content</L>
<L>To &s;ow &s;edition till the &s;tate be rent,</L>
<L>Broach &s;chi&s;mes, and &s;uper&s;titious here&s;ies,</L>
<L>With power obtruded from their Hierarchies:</L>
<L>And make it now Church-trea&s;on to controule</L>
<L>Their Canons which give body, law, and &s;oule.</L>
<L>That Court which from the high Commi&s;&s;ions name,</L>
<L>Did over all a juri&s;diction claime,</L>
<L>And would at plea&s;ure, fine, confine, and u&s;e</L>
<L>A boundle&s;&s;e freedome, did thy power abu&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;ought to take thy Scepter from thy hand,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Englands</HI> Prelates for that right did &s;tand.</L>
<L>(And gain'd it by thy grant a few years &s;ince)</L>
<L>To &s;eparat the Church, and &s;leight the Prince:</L>
<L>What e're their maine intentions aime to reach.</L>
<L>'Tis thy prerogative they alwayes preach.</L>
<L>Thine intre&s;t &s;till is next, thine Honour &s;uffers,</L>
<L>When Church or Countrey &s;hunne what Poperie proffers</L>
<L>Wrapt up in gaudie tires and glo&s;&s;ing termes,</L>
<L>With cer'monies like exorci&s;mes or charmes.</L>
<L>And then thy Royall hand is either bound</L>
<L>To right thy &s;elf in them, or thou'rt uncrownd:</L>
<L>Ba&s;e impudence! The horned bea&s;t of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>By &s;uch by-wayes crept up in <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> roome.</L>
<L>Conformitie they urge, and grudge to &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> triumphant Church &s;hould greater be</L>
<L>Then <HI>Scotlands</HI> militant in wealth and power,</L>
<L>Which made the daughter ear&s;t the Dame devoure.</L>
<L>And he who from a private Pedant late,</L>
<L>Could climb by favour a cathedrall Seat,</L>
<L>Lookd down in &s;corne upon thy noble&s;t Peers:</L>
<L>And &s;leight'd the Stat&s;mans purple that he wears.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;trange Religion that &s;hould &s;hew the way</L>
<L>To others, &s;hould her &s;elf fir&s;t go a&s;tray.</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="3"><!-- PDF PAGE 8 -->And laying all true pietie a&s;ide,</L>
<L>For worldly ends, turne puritie in pride.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Scotland</HI> was by their Conclave fir&s;t ordain'd</L>
<L>To be the Theater, this Church un&s;tain'd,</L>
<L>With <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> rites, which preach'd the Go&s;pel pure,</L>
<L>The weake&s;t thought, did &s;eeme the place mo&s;t &s;ure,</L>
<L>To act the Prelats plot, which <HI>Rome</HI> had laid,</L>
<L>And meant with great applau&s;e to have it plaid:</L>
<L>The Common Prayer was the name it had,</L>
<L>Written (as was alleadg'd) by Bi&s;hop <HI>Laad:</HI></L>
<L>Strange &s;cenes, new &s;ongs; and action, masks, and cloaths,</L>
<L>Had made it fine, with many pretty &s;hows,</L>
<L>If it had been pre&s;ented: But it found</L>
<L>So hard a welcome, that the name did wound</L>
<L>The peoples hearts and ears, who begg'd with tears,</L>
<L>No puppet play might interrupt their prayers:</L>
<L>The Bi&s;hops rail'd and ragd to be refu&s;de,</L>
<L>Cur&s;de, &s;wore, the Church and King were both abu&s;de,</L>
<L>If &s;o the ra&s;call multitude with&s;tood,</L>
<L>What ever &s;ort of wor&s;hip they found good:</L>
<L>And calling Thee from out thy royall cares,</L>
<L>To countenance (great King) that plot of theirs,</L>
<L>Could &s;o prevaile with their pernicious lies,</L>
<L>To make Thee in thine anger, arme and ri&s;e,</L>
<L>As if thine honour at the &s;take had layne,</L>
<L>And <HI>Scotland</HI> now rebellious armes had taine.</L>
<L>My Nymphs did &s;hroud them in their &s;edgie bowres,</L>
<L>At thy reproach, and frighted left their flowres,</L>
<L>Their &s;port and dancing, where the harmele&s;&s;e Swaines,</L>
<L>In both my banks &s;at piping. Hills and plaines,</L>
<L>A plantive Echo &s;ent, at the dread &s;ound,</L>
<L>Of drummes and trumpets, &s;quadrons marching round.</L>
<L>Yea, I my &s;elf &s;urpri&s;ed with the &s;ight,</L>
<L>Mine eyes mi&s;tru&s;ted which were dazled quite.</L>
<L>With glancing helmes and &s;hields; &s;o proud a train,</L>
<L>Since ble&s;t <HI>Elizas</HI> dayes and happie raigne,</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="3"><!-- PDF PAGE 8 -->I had not &s;eene, when wars did end in peace,</L>
<L>And <HI>Brittaine</HI> on my banks did fir&s;t embrace</L>
<L>Thy happy Syre. O <HI>Charles!</HI> my hoarie head</L>
<L>I hung for &s;orrow, and my heart did bleed</L>
<L>To &s;ee the iron age returne again,</L>
<L>Where thine own hands &s;hould in thy bowels &s;tain</L>
<L>Thy burning-brand. Accur&s;ed be, I &s;aid,</L>
<L>The&s;e Hell-borne mon&s;ters, have this mi&s;chief bred;</L>
<L>While here no noi&s;e, no breach of peace, nor jarre,</L>
<L>As was of old, gave fire unto the warre.</L>
<L>Yet when thy royall brea&s;t began to ponder,</L>
<L>The &s;tate of things, amaz'd with joy and wonder,</L>
<L>To finde thy <HI>Scotland</HI> (farre from what they made her,</L>
<L>Who&s;e wicked coun&s;els wi&s;ht thee to invade her)</L>
<L>Fall at thy feet, her &s;elf and armes lay down,</L>
<L>Which &s;he (but to defend Gods Church, thy Crowne,</L>
<L>Her Lawes and liberties) did threatned take,</L>
<L>No boot nor conque&s;t o'er my &s;treame to make,</L>
<L>And from that due obedience, loyaltie,</L>
<L>Had never &s;wervde, which once &s;he &s;wore to Thee.</L>
<L>Thou &s;aw&s;t (dread Prince) thy mothers Churches teares</L>
<L>Wipt them away, and cleard thy countreys fears:</L>
<L>That King by whom Kings reigne, both knew thy grief,</L>
<L>And her affliction, which required relief.</L>
<L>And He it was in&s;pirde thy royall heart</L>
<L>T' accept thy Subjects love, and to avert</L>
<L>That &s;torme of wrath, which brought thee to the&s;e bounds,</L>
<L>Big &s;wolne with furie, breathing death and wounds.</L>
<L>What ever fal&s;e a&s;per&s;ion hath been put</L>
<L>Upon thy people, here thou found&s;t it not.</L>
<L>The black-mouthd Hell-hounds that did belch their gall,</L>
<L>To make them foule, and in thy vengeance fall:</L>
<L>Now lurk in darkne&s;&s;e, and their faces hide,</L>
<L>And dare, nor can not Truths pure light abide.</L>
<L>But God will rouze them, and his ju&s;tice rod</L>
<L>Shall &s;courge them that dare jump with King and God.</L>
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<L>Now that the&s;e clouds are clear'd, which darkned late</L>
<L>Thy royall favour from this Land and State,</L>
<L>Go on great King in glory, &s;hine forth bright,</L>
<L>And grace thy native <HI>Scotland</HI> with thy &s;ight,</L>
<L>Embrace her zeal, the captiv'd Church deliver,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vows and prayers, have wi&s;ht thee happie ever.</L>
<L>And call'd to witne&s;&s;es Heaven and Earth, if &s;hee</L>
<L>Hath in lea&s;t thought declin'd thy power or thee,</L>
<L>Repaire the&s;e breaches Schi&s;maticks have made,</L>
<L>Who&s;e tyran yoak, Religion bond-&s;lave led,</L>
<L>To compa&s;&s;e their unluckie ends, and take</L>
<L>A power to them, which &s;hould thine weaker make.</L>
<L>So &s;hall heavens ble&s;&s;ing &s;hield thy happy throne,</L>
<L>And of the <HI>Stewarts</HI> race &s;hall ne'er want one</L>
<L>To &s;wey great <HI>Brittains</HI> Scepter, while the &s;unne</L>
<L>To light this lower world, his race &s;hall runne.</L>
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<LG>
<L>From prie&s;ts who&s;e pride is temporall and great,</L>
<L>U&s;urpers in the Government and State,</L>
<L>From factious firebrands, from di&s;&s;embling Doctors,</L>
<L><HI>Loyola's</HI> loyall mini&s;ters and Proctours,</L>
<L>From Romes emi&s;&s;aries, and all that &s;eek</L>
<L>The Church and Kingdomes happy peace to break:</L>
<L>Great <HI>Charles,</HI> our hopefull <HI>Hercules</HI> &s;et free</L>
<L>This land, which looks to be reliev'd by Thee.</L>
<L>And purge it &s;o, no dregge nor filth remaine,</L>
<L>That doth referre to Rome, or &s;mell of <HI>Spaine:</HI></L>
<L>Then &s;hall thy <HI>Brittaine</HI> pro&s;per, and thy raigne</L>
<L>Bring to the world the golden age againe.</L>
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<L>But &s;ince all now is one, that <HI>Thames</HI> and <HI>Tweed</HI></L>
<L>An equall intere&s;t in thy per&s;on plead,</L>
<L>And &s;eek who &s;hall be nighe&s;t, though I claime</L>
<L>Thy birth and cradle, yet I do not aime</L>
<L>At &s;uch a Soveraigne &s;hare, as to po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thee all alone, that he may have the le&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Whom heavens have joyn'd, no earthly power &s;hall &s;ever,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt be a like to both for ever.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="4"><!-- PDF PAGE 9 -->Though thou be plea&s;d to ble&s;&s;e with thine abode,</L>
<L>His happy banks, and &s;eldome com'&s;t abroad,</L>
<L>To grace me with thy pre&s;ence, I pre&s;ume</L>
<L>In thy affection <HI>Tweed</HI> with <HI>Thames</HI> doth come</L>
<L>In equall ballance. But I grieve to &s;ee</L>
<L>Some wicked &s;pirits &s;trive to poy&s;on thee,</L>
<L>With lies and railing, (if they could) to make</L>
<L>Thee hate thy Countrey and their love for&s;ake.</L>
<L>The&s;e vipers hatcht in venome, &s;pew their &s;pite</L>
<L>In Pa&s;quills, Ballads, &s;triving to excite</L>
<L>Thy furie, and revive the long unquenchd fire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e a&s;hes drench'd in bloud of thine Empire,</L>
<L>The ground &s;tone-laid and labour to defame</L>
<L>Thy noble Ance&s;tors with &s;corne and &s;hame:</L>
<L>What battels ear&s;t were in old quarrels fought,</L>
<L>Before this happy Union could be wrought,</L>
<L>They now reproach, and vaunt &s;trange victories,</L>
<L>Of pris'ner Kings, which were but treacheries:</L>
<L>For when fir&s;t <HI>James</HI> a childe, and bowne for <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Through &s;torme ca&s;t in at <HI>Flambourgh</HI> by chance,</L>
<L>Was contrare to all court'&s;ie, law, and right</L>
<L>Detain'd by trea&s;on, but not tane in fight,</L>
<L>The conque&s;ts glory was not very great,</L>
<L>Nor can they boa&s;t &s;o much of our defeat.</L>
<L>But will the&s;e villaines call to minde how once,</L>
<L>When <HI>Englands</HI> crowne was lo&s;t, the royall ones,</L>
<L>By proud u&s;urping <HI>Steven</HI> di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>Who did him&s;elf into the throne inve&s;t;</L>
<L>That &s;econd <HI>Henrie</HI> with his Uncles aid,</L>
<L><HI>Scotlands</HI> third <HI>Alexander,</HI> who did invade</L>
<L>With mighty powers that Kingdome, and con&s;traine</L>
<L>Th'u&s;urper to re&s;tore their crowne againe:</L>
<L>They'le &s;ay that <HI>Scotland</HI> could for them do more</L>
<L>Then they could for them&s;elves, and them re&s;tore,</L>
<L>To Crowne and Kingdome, though &s;he boa&s;t it not,</L>
<L>But (with more favours) hath it quite forgot.</L>
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<L>Great King confound the&s;e mon&s;ters, cru&s;h their necks,</L>
<L>That would di&s;turbe our peace with flowts and checks,</L>
<L><HI>Tyburnes</HI> triangle trees their portion be,</L>
<L>That &s;o do &s;leight thy Countrey, &s;coffe at thee.</L>
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<L>One thing thy <HI>Tweed</HI> would humbly beg for all,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Charles,</HI> and pro&s;trate at thy feet doth fall,</L>
<L>To gain thy grant. Thou &s;ee&s;t what armed bands</L>
<L>Thy will can rai&s;e, and even thy wink commands.</L>
<L>They if thou &s;peak the word, can &s;ack proud <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>And give the Law for Thee to Chri&s;tendome:</L>
<L>While yet their armes are clear, their courage hot,</L>
<L>Doe not, O mighty King! di&s;&s;olve them not,</L>
<L>But let <HI>Eliza</HI> lead them to her Rhine,</L>
<L>And repo&s;&s;e&s;&s;e her there. Her cau&s;e is thine;</L>
<L>The&s;e hopefull Princes, that Thee Uncle call,</L>
<L>Pearls of that Crowne, which from her head did fall:</L>
<L>All beg the &s;ame, and even with teares intreat,</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Rupert</HI> may at libertie be &s;et,</L>
<L>And that thy <HI>Scots</HI> may on proud <HI>Isters</HI> &s;treames</L>
<L>Their valour &s;how, and with thy Nephews names,</L>
<L>In wounds and bloud on <HI>Vienns</HI> battered walls,</L>
<L>Which boa&s;t that royall &s;poil, and Princes thrals.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So may&s;t thou mighty Monarch live and raigne</L>
<L>In glorie, till that King returne againe,</L>
<L>Who &s;hall with endle&s;&s;e glorie crown thy browes,</L>
<L>And lead thee to the&s;e joyes which heart not knowes,</L>
<L>Eye hath not &s;een, nor can the Soule conceive,</L>
<L>Untill he do it of free grace receive:</L>
<L>May earth all fear and love Thee, and thy name</L>
<L>Fill all the world with never-dying fame,</L>
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