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Rapsōdiōn eutaxia, or, Select poems being a compendious and methodical remonstrance of such passages in England, as have been most remarkable, as well before as since His Glorious Majesties most happy and joyfull restauration / by J.P. Cantabr.
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J. P., Cantabr.
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1661
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Wing P66; ESTC R5323
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escape the thunderbolts of wo Will follovv them on earth where ere they go The darts of envy stings of all disgrace And vengeance ushers them in every place The time will likewise come at last when they Shall to the wandring fouls become a prey Though their fields were not like Mount Gilboa Accurst nor turn'd into a Golgotha Ezek. 21.26 27. Yet was their Crown * thrice overturn'd and then Restor'd again unto the best of men Whose right it is although none other things Could quench their thirst unless the blood of Kings And banishment to recompence their Love Although the Serpent snar'd the modest Dove Though England was like a Jerusalem A second Sodom though our Diadem Lay dasht upon the ground we made their food That built their Cities up with sacred bloud Yet now once more wee 'll shout for joy and sing With Lute Harp since CHARLES our gracious King Hastes to the British shore let Organs play Let Trumpets sound Bells ring keep Holy-day This Monarchie the world cann't parallel All candid vertues Love and Friendship dwell In ev'ry corner of the perfum'd Earth Garnisht with all the quintessence of mirth Which ev'n as Cordials doe revive mens hearts And all their faculties Here is no darts Of hatred malice and of treacherie Shot to each other But realitie And true affection is the spotlesse Robe Which decks this polisht and effulgent Globe Each Loyal Subject renders just and true Tribute to Caesar Honour where t is due Thus in due time th' Almighty when he pleases Heals all our wounds and cures all our diseases He hath accomplisht our desires in peace Now doth the Rebels rage and our woe cease I knew our sorrows to our gain would tend As means accomplishing an happy end Floud-gates of joy are opend and we know Streams of felicitie on us shall flow England through bribes was ruin'd but once more Our King by judgement shall our bliss restore The foregoing Copy PARAPHRAZ'D Into a most Compendious Rapture IN a Charybdis lay this fatal Realm A bloody Ocean did it overwhelm We were made slaves to please mens crooked wills Which said they 'd heal us all with wholsome pills And we what game so ere was play'd should win But yet their sweet baits had sharp books within Those horrid Plot-contrivers pleas'd to tearm Their Agents Saints and they themselves t' affirm The Keepers of our Liberties 't is true They kept them close nay imprison'd them too So we could not enjoy them they profess They walkt in paths of truth and righteousness Yet had of Justice neither branch nor root Walk in 't that is they tread it underfoot Most horrid villanies were in our City Wrought by a dang'rous yet call'd Safe Committee Each Supream Head was like the cunning fox Wolves were made sheepherds t' oversee the flocks What strang game 's this that Kings must not stay in 't How is it possible that we should win 't When nothing's left but packs of crafty Knaves Pikes clubs to kill 's and spades to dig our graves We that escaped all in Booths did dwell When they were ruin'd by each infidel Then we no longer could inhabit here Till Monck did like a Star i th' North appear Inlightning England which so long had been Dark as a dungeon like a jayle within That Blazing Comet which did soare so high Seem'd to portend our future misery But turn'd to ignis fatuus at last The rav'ning pack of bloodhounds being fast Link't up with chaines and others nooz'd with cords Thus ends the Glory of their upstart Lords That grand Sorites of those mercies we Receiv'd from heavens liberality Should ravish all our thoughts and wean our joyes From trivial objects and inferior toyes Now tyranny shall cease and peace shall reign The wheel's turn'd round and in its place again For now their Land-Lord's come to 's pleasant Mount The Steward calls the Rebells to account And since none dare his Majesty controul Perfumes of pleasure do dilate my soul Fill'd with delight an Exstasie of joy Shall make men cry aloud Vive Le Roy. Upon His GLORIOUS MAJESTIES Most Happy Retyre into ENGLAND LEt 's bid adieu to that black dismal age Wherein did murder and Rebellion rage that is In Cromwel Mars Nero Judas center'd all in * one Who would have Britain made a Babylon But now our stormy Winter 's overpast Our sighs and tears turn'd into joy at last Our confus'd Chaos brought to a right line Our clouded bliss doth now begin to shine Our figtrees bud our clust'ring vines increase England first blossoms then yeilds fruits of peace Our Jubilee returnes our Glorious Lamp Spreads its effulgent beams and doth encamp Our rurall plaines which the right Heir inherits These cordials adde life to our dullest spirits Each glitt'ring Star whose aspects like darts pierse Our foggy aire and cloudy Universe Ushers the Sun in its Horizon going To meet Charles Waine with glory overflowing Hark how each Trumpet joyfull triumphs sounds Since Peace inhabits our rich Edens bounds The silent Fishes wanton in the deep Wilde beasts wax tame all fury 's laid asleep The chirping Birds do with their warbling throats Give such an Emphasis to their sweet notes As ravish Souls all former hideous cries Are chang'd into harmonious melodies Perfum'd with pleasure sugar'd with delight Since Britains Glory now enjoyes his Right The florid Spring with liberal encrease Augments our joy once more reviv'd in peace The lofty Mountains Valleys our whole Globe Compleatly deckt with a Majestick Robe All things do smile since vertues sacred gem Revives our late oppress'd Jerusalem In which few lines I must acknowledge this There 's no Auxesis but a Meiosis Natures whole frame resolves to welcom home Charles our Great Monarch Joy of Christendome Whose merits claim an everlasting story VVhich is his own and also Englands Glory His Coronation day wee 'll solemnize VVith joyfull triumphs and Doxologies Heav'ns prosper him with trophies of renown Then turn his earthly t' a celestial Crown An Elegie upon the Death of that most eminent and Gratious Prince HENRY Duke of GLOUCESTER APproach Melpomene I must implore Thine aid t' assist me to unlock the door Of my imprison'd Genius cold benumm'd And slumb'ring in my half dead Corps entomb'd My brain 's so frozen that it stops the stream Of my affections and an Icie cream Doth Christallize my tears I sigh I mourn And melt away as metals in an urne Perish I must like carcases enshrin'd In monuments unless I speak my minde Phoebus withdraws his beams his race is run His course is finisht and no more our Sun Sends forth its candid aspects but doth call The lesser lights t' attend his funeral Then pardon weakness I must beg supplies To be my conduct at such obsequies To guide my steps whose infant years do want A crutch to hold by I am bound to grant That my dumb lips and tongue-tide wit affords Nothing but folly and abortive words Therefore my Muse