Hen Oxinden de Barham Non est mortale quod opto 1647. CHARLS TRIUMPHANT c. This is that CHARLS who did from CHARLS proceed Who shall in Greatness CHARLS the Great exceed CAROLUS e CAROLO descendens erit CAROLO magno major LONDON Printed in the year MDCLX TO THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS His best Vicegerent CHARLS II. Who shall be greater than CHARLS the GREAT The Author wisheth All the Blessedness and Glory All the Love and Power All the Majesty and Dominion that an earthly God is capable of Rex si me Argligenis vatibus inseres Sublimi feriam sidera vertice Hor. Car. lib. 1. od 1 Great KING if you 'l be pleas'd to grace Me in your heart with a near place The world to come shall see My head shall reach Heav'ns lofty Sphere And as the stars I will shine there Such shall my Glory be THE AUTHORS OPINION THE Choristers of Heav'n rejoyce and sing Beholding now the Triumphs of our King And he who grieves this blessed sight to see Must either Devil or grand Rebel be Ah! curst's that soul can be an Heraclite At the rejoycing of the Sons of Light THE Author TO THE READER REader I here have set before thine eyes A heav'nly Image in Triumphant wise The sacred Off-spring of thy Lord and King Let now thy heart a peal to heaven ring At this so glorious a sight for why In viewing him thou view'st a Deity THE AVTHORS HYMN O Let us now rejoyce and sing Praises unto our Lord Because he hath restor'd our King Even of his own accord How great his Kingdome to us is In doing of the same O let us evermore for this Extoll his Holy Name And let us thanks unto him give For all his Mercies try'd And pray that long our CHARLES may live Who us indemnifi'd And in the fire did cast the rod His mercies bearing sway For this praise we the Lord our God Praise we the Lord I say BEhold a Triumph which no servants scoff Can possibly eclipse or e're put off For CHARLES his chariot shall triumphing run Coeval with the horses of the Sun And loyal acclamations likewise make Royal hearts dance but hearts of Rebels quake Jo. Hobart Of Quarrington in Mersham in Kent ON CHARLES Triumphant A POEM Dedicated to His Majesty by H. Oxinden Esq Most gracious Soveraign AFter the Countreyes well meant dusty greets Turning the deserts in your road to streets And puâ—â— pastâ— gladness of the gaudy town Where some joyes were heard in some swalow'd down Besides the shouts of the converted Host Guarding before the Crown upon a Post With Catsdung throngs of Courtiers 'bout the Throne Crowding for places till they left you none View this Aeschylian Authors loyal strain Such Gratulations spend and last again Born without pangs Offspring of Extasie Since you transported was why may not He Rapt with a Soveraign influence 'bove those Whose thanks are healths profound and shallow prose Yet if your smiles infuse not vital mirth 'T will prove abortive or Saguntine birth Which come your Holocaust if now it dies And if it stands your living sacrifice First fruits from him whose All for Charles is bred He that presents the feet dares stake the head H. B. On the most ingenuous Author of Charles Triumphant THE splendid Triumphs of the Town and Court Ambitious are to be great Charles his sport Arches advanced be to raise his Name Above the Clouds till they obscure their frame But this high Author only can advance His fame beyond the power of force or chance And by the verdure of Poetick Bay Make his whole life a Coronation day Others dread King may crown your head with gold This golden Verse preserves from growing old Your eviternal praise and in this thing By b'ing his Subject you are more his King Thomas Williams TO HIS Most Honoured because most faithfull friend the Author upon his Triumphant Poem APollo's darling for thy due renown 'T is just thy Royal verses wear a Crown My Muse is dumb whilst thine sublimely sings The best of Poets to the best of KINGS AUGUSTUS smiles CAESAR accepts a mite â—ow VIRGIL'S Genius doth English write â—et common Poets prattle common things Whilst Monarchs triumph on thy Muses wings â—ing noth ' but Kings thou can'st not higher rise â—t is not meet Joves bird should stoop at flyes Nature and Art being married in Thee Muses conserve their true Posterity Heavens me defend from being thine Enemy 〈◊〉 would not be laid forth before I die Who willingly would meet his Death his Herse His Funeral in thy Triumphant Verse TO HIS Much esteemed Friend and ever honored Patron Henry Oxinden Esq upon his most incomparable Poem CH. TRI. Lately you wrote against our Hydra-state As a Sharp Satyrist and Englands fate You did bewaile and wisely did presage If Charls were absent in that direfull age Religion would expire her end was nigh So you prepar'd for her an Elegy But now your verses in another straine Do runne and sing Triumphant Iob again Since which you once resolved to set by All verse and take your leave of Poetry But God would not permit your Muse to cease In so much bless'd and Halcyon times as these When Brittaine doth possess within her Spheare Her wished long expected Iupiter Our blessed Soveraign who in the space Of twelve years finished his wandring race And now no longer shall a Planet be But a Star fixt or Stationary Surely those Gods who caus'd the Star to shine At Charls His birth to shew he was divine The very same sent Phaebus down t' enspire Your mind and kindle a poetick fire At your books birth where you so sweetly sing The famous Acts of your most valiant King In strains so ravishing as might provoke The much amaz'd and famous Royal Oak To follow you as Orpheus once did make The Trees to dance and mighty Mountains shake The same to the Authors Momus If Mists arise and seem to cloud thy praise Think it not strange Phaebus can't chuse but raise Such envious vapours therefore murmur not Such a black cloud is but your Beauty-spot This is your glory for not only you But Sol himself wears these black patches too J. W. Lib. 1. I. Lo I who once had Helicon giv'en 'ore And thought to climb Parnassus Hill no more I who the Funerall in forty nine Sang of Religion did then divine Untill King CHARLS came it would never have A total resurrection from the grave I who at that time earnestly did pray That Christ might to his Kingdomes lead the way And also wish'd and that with good intent A speedy end to the long Parliment And I the man who did in fifty one extol Iobs ' patience unto Heavens throne The very Type of our Great Martyr slain And his deare Son rightly our Sovereign And I who ' yerst my fancy to delight OXINDENORUM series did write And did decypher bless'd Elizas blisse Triumphant would God I were where
bright morning Star which did fore run The faire and glorious rising of that Sun Leading wise men unto their King good Lord Thou knowest who there thy presence did'st afford This This was at sweet Barham Downe the Downe Which after times shall er'e have in renown It will not need be now for me to say That here 't was Caesar did bis Host array Tush this is nothing to the glory which Our King bestowâ—d whose sight did it enrich For why hereof great Barham Down since boasts When CHARLS was there were many Lords of Hosts XII Rejoice ye men of Barham for the honour Your King and Nobles then bestow'd upon Her For here the Royall meeting was 't was here Where a God did in humane shape appeare And reconcile himself to man'y of those Who had of late been his degenerate foes Five thousand and six hundred years and more By seaven it is I surely know before The world was made since which there hath not been Any Sight here so glorious to be seen Great King I thank thee cause Thou did'st appear And honour that same place which I live near XIII Wellcome great Prince whose presence now we see Makes us once more good Christians to be Alas before unto us thou did'st come T is said we were no part of Christendome Thou hast R'eligion raysed Gods faire daughter Of which most talk'd of though but few sought after We fore thy coming could not find her out Shee was so fouly mangled by the rout And in a monstrous hurry O sad story Was made away with by the Directory In a Scotch mist and buried in the City Of factious London ah the more 's the pitty XIV Welcome great Prince and all thy Subjects Royall Who are come with Thee and continu'd loyall Our sin the cause was that ye banish'd were For we alas mov'd too much out of square And now good Prince wee 'l mend our lives by Thine You b'ing a sacred Pattern shall be mine Such had been great King David and his son Had both their vertues in one current run Unmixt with vice and such had Adam been Had He held out a stranger unto sin XV. Thrice welcome great Prince to thy Kingdomes three Whose whole Well-being rests so much in thee Thou art beloved both of God and man To this both heav'n and earth bear witness can And sith that thy great GOD who is the King Of Kings and Lords who ruleth every thing Loves thee so well and makes all hearts to love thee And hath plac'd none except himself above thee Surely we honour ought thy sacred name And to the throne of Jove extoll thy Fame Make thee our Center and draw every line Of love unto it ' cause thou art divine XVI You are divine and in you is the sum Of all that 's good in Kings through Christendom The several vertues which do make them be Accounted royal all abound in Thee Unmixed with their vices Your heart wears The Spanish wisdome but its pride forbears The French activity you own and love But of their fickleness do not approve The like may said be of the rest but I Cannot delineate the Cosmography Of your endowments which such are that all May you le Grand Charls le boon Charls call Round Hypocrites themselves this truth confess In heart what ere their lying tongues express XVII You are divine and all your words are true As Oracles your actions Lawes renew Your Prudence and your valor both excel And Temperance and Justice in you dwell Your other vertues too so many are That they the stars surpass in number far And true 't is I the Stars do finite know To be but Sir your vertues are not so May King and Angels on you wait all who Highly admire your words and actions too XVIII You are divine above all earthly things Descended from more then a hundred Kings Hence in your veins the quintessence doth flow Of the best blood of all the gods below You are divine much after Gods own heart To whom he hath vouchsafed to impart So many specral graces as if He Had you intended a Monopoly You are divine intuitively such As from Gods Angel doth not differ much Whereby you in your self a Council are Such as excells all earthly Councils far You are divine and on you all may see Who are not blind such beams of Majesty Darted from Heaven as do plainly make You of Gods image royal to partake You are divine and only him are under Who made of noth ' and fills the world with wonder Princely's your port Imperial is your face Sacred your eyes and heav'nly is your Grace You are divine by Father and by Mother A pair such as the world cann't shew another He the worlds mirror is and so is she The like are you unto Eternity Pardon great Prince this my attempt to speak Of your perfections since my skills so weak That it of them alas comes shorter far Then th' earth is distant from a fixed star And O dear Mary mother of my King And God pray speak my pardon for this thing Hail Mary full of Grace the Lord with thee Be with thou amongst women blessed be And blessed be the fruit of thy chast womb The King of Triumphs Heir of Martyrdome Thus royal souls do pray with one accord Through Jesus CHRIST our only saving Lord. LIB 3. I. Now call I Heav'n above and Earth below To witness whether I say truth or no Before our Kings return mnay soar neck Was vex't with tumors which no Art could check Which he hath cured even with a touch Nol or the Rump could not do half so much The cures they did they did them with a string With Sword and Pistol or with some such thing They kill'd not cur'd they saved never an One CHARLS cureth many but he killeth none His very presence only hath abated O're three whole Nations swellings so dilated As some thought them incurable and I Know that the cure for man was much too high All ye that scruple to believe untill Your sight convince your Reason ' gainst your will Go see your King do things all sence above And tell me then if that your hearts don't move Kingward and whether you not think that He Participates much of Divinity For my part I believe he doth and why â—ehold he acteth things for man too high 〈◊〉 never yet could any reason see â—or these his cures most wonderfull to me The more I do admire them I the more Admire and still admiring nere give o're II. Grear King before You came we had threeskore Vice-Royes to king it over us nay more God knows how many yea our servants all Our rebell Masters were both great and small Did not we do what they would have us then The Table 's turn'd we must turn Servingmen And wait their worships pleasures O rare chang When all things did thus arsie versie range And little better with us 't would have been Had
thee for whom I have so long pray'd let thy Kingdomes come All which thy Kingdomes now are come to Thee Thanks be to God and thou to them all three Th' art come to them and sure the Angels they Even Gods own Host Thee guarded by the way And doubtless he 's an Atheist who not sings Beholding Thee brought home on Angels wings No Sadduce but would confess the same Had he our Charls seen then when thus he came No Sceptick ought to doubt of this and I Think to gain-say it comes near Blasphemy O how those Angels at their Office joyed In which the Lord of Hosts had them employed And to behold those who had sinners been Even Rebels late now turned from their sin There is no doubt those Messengers of Light Who do rejoyce when men turn to the right But that they did triumph when our King came For unsquar'd hearts he then put into frame So that at 's landing I may boldly say Both men and Angels kept a holy day XI Hail CHARLS who came so well attended hail To whom GOD Neptune did his Trident vaile And his dear Amphitrite gladly bring All her faire Nymphs to view so great a King No wonder then that calme the waters were Sith Neptune Master CHARLS himself was there Besides the Sea-GOD had the winds commanded Not to be boistrous till his guest was landed And had a minde to see 's own daughters dance Before the true and la lawfull Heir of France The same who rules great Brittanie and with all Ireland those Seas the narrow Seas we call Whose moveing Castles make the Ocean tremble And some of its great Borderers dissemble Witnesse thee Holand and the rest but I Now leave you strinking saile to 's Mijesty XII Haile CHARLS once more of whom the Sea-Gods care So great was that He in his armes you bare And in whose presence so much mirth did passe As after times will doubt how great it was Some say the waters smil'd for joy cause they Your comp'ny had ' this merry month of May And some affirm the fish your health did quaffe Whilst the sea Goddesses did sing and laugh Some Fish did halfe above the waters rise Off'ring themselves to you a sacrifice Others as sure to leape for joy were seen As if that they had there transported been And certain 't is some wondered to see The very ship that held your Majesty And well may this be true fith I do know Some men as well as Fishes that did so O famous ship which did'st three Kingdomes hold This Argo's glory who can well unfold O ship whose precious lading sure was such As that all India was not worth so much O ship deserving highly to be graced And ' mongst the Stars in Heav'n to be placed Sith it hath brought of Mortals all the flower Unto the Brittish shore in a good hower Which some Fish following would not give over Unltil they saw you safe arriv'd at Dover XIII Now might Pythagoras have hea'rd if e're The pleasant Musick of each heav'nly Sphere And I my self had I above them been Ioves Choristers for joy triumphing seen Yea some have thought that the damn'd Spir'ts below Had intermission of their torments now And Heraclitus though he n'ere before Was seen to laugh might have laugh'd on this score But certain 't is some persons I did view who were so glad as they themselves not knew XIV Some in their thoughts so rapt now up on high As with their heads they touch'd che lofty sky Some knew not whether on the Earth they went Or their feet trod upon the Firmament Other some could not possibly refraine Aloud by words their gladnesse to explaine Some hollowed as if that they had ment The aire to cleave and clouds asunder rent By their exceeding noise which was so great As it did reach up to Olympus seat Nor is' t a wonder this was done by men Sith conduits French and Spanish utter'd then XV. But O how Neptune foam'd for anger when He saw that you would part and how He then Roared for grief when you were neare the shore Fearing He might not see you any more And when he saw that you would from him go He bad the rising billowes answer No And so they did which many an one did hear Who to your landing place were very near And for a need the truth thereof can sweare For they did see the same when they were there Lib. 2. I. And did the King at Dover land then O You Dubrians thank him for doing so Thanke Him for ever for the great renown His Majesty did bring unto your Town Now may 't be said whil'st Sol his course shall runne Here landed CHARLS our King St. CHARLS his son Fame will ride Post proclaming the world over That CHARLS the Martyrs son did land at Dover What land so barbarous as will not hear In short time now of famous Dover Peere And what brave Soul who is at 's own command Will not come see the place where CHARLS did land O sacred Place and be 't in th' Annals put That had the honour first to to kisse his foot All ye that see it revetently bow And with devout affection Kisse it now Fond Pilgrims who St. Thomas foot-steps kisse Behold King Charles's holyer then his I meane the foot-steps of St. Tom a Becket Who in the World did once make heavy racket CHARL'S footsteps are divine and who shall trace His steps he doth to heaven bend his race Much surely are we bounden to our King Who leads the way which doth to Heav'n bring II. CHARLS did at Dover land a happy day â—or â—s it was the twenthy sixt of May Th' one thousandth year six hundred and threescore Of CHRST our SAVIOUR when he came o're A day and year not e're to be forgot He is a Rebel sanctifies it not The Sun did then put on his brightest Rayes And with brave Monck attend him on his wayes Now with all Christendome might Kent alone Have surely stood in competition Sole Kent all Christendome then need not fear When our most High and Mighty CHARLS is there What nam'd I CHARLS that very name doth spell Deliverance if we observe it well Could have deliver'd us but Hee alone None could have ty'd the hearts of men but Hee In Millions of knots of amity Hen'ry the Roses James two Kingdomes joyn'd But CHARLS was He three Kingdomes that entwin'd And O how mightily all things rejoic'd As soon as our Kings landing safe was noys'd As if they had esteemed it high Treason To have done otherwise in such a season The Bells ' ore-joy'd were heard this Psalm to sing Over and over oft God save the King The Churches they stood still and it is well They did so Lambert once had rung their knell The Orthodoxe Divines did joy and pray Their joyes were Orthodoxe as well as they They gave God thankes their Sov'raign was râ—turnâ—â— And well they might their livings were adjouâ—nâ—â—
untill his comming and the Guns great souâ—â— Drown'd all and made braines to their King tuâ—â— rounâ— Such as before not much enclined were To do so yet they did it He being there III. Nature was now beheld in her best dress To welcome home so longed-for a Guest I saw the trees clad in a greene attire And some for joy ev'n up to heav'n aspire I saw the Earth with flowers her selfe adorne Never more fine before since I was borne And in her lap the Lilly and the Rose Israels brav'st King came short of those In all his Royalty he nere alas As they were then I know 't so cloathed was I saw the very Beasts tow'rd Him make hast Fearing it seemes which of them should come laâ—â— This is most certain I can boldly say Some Horses which to Dover came that day Together with their Riders can explain This Truth of mine should I be thought to feign And why may this unlikely seem to be Sith some the very stones themselves did see Move CHARLS-ward on the beach this is most true Many an honest man had hem in view But that which seemth yet to some more strange Is that some Rebels then were seen the change To ring for joy of 's landing yet 't is so God mov'd their hearts to what their wills said no. IV. But what I now shall witnesse will appear Less disputable sith it is so clear I saw bright Phaebus with a chearful eye Humbly salute his sacred Majesty His earnestness was such to kiss his hand As Monk his own self could not him withstand True 't is the great Commander did desire To keep him off but he grew hot as fire By the repulse he would not be said no For why he knew 't his duty to do so And therefore he this took so much amiss As when Monk bow'd his Soveraigns hand to kiss He in revenge of th' offered disgrace With red hot beames did fly into his face But when as Phaebus saw 't was Monk did stand Between them he was friends and kiss'd his hand wise Even as he did his sacred Majesties More needs not here few words are best to th' V. But then how joyfull the good Generall was To see his Soveraign in so good a Case Cheerefull and well arriv'd without control It cannot be express'd by any Soul Surely his heart did in his body daunce To a great hight even in the sight of France The sight of France which truly I do know Unto my King obedience to owe Make make them pay 't O mighty Man of war The name of Moncks enough all France to scare Thou that hast here three Nations conquer'd soon Surely may'st a l c mode quick conquer one And do thou banish those base Knaves from thence Who banish'd CHARLES what e'r was their pretence Encrease of honor shall thy Temples Crown And Albemarle be ever in renown VI. Befool'd and Mazerin'd France repent repent Who twice did'st send our Prince to banishment Our Phaenix Prince extracted from the summe Of the bless'd ashes of true Martyrdome By my consent thy Antick modes wee 'l banish And drink no other wine but what is Spaish Nor will we though some Prote'stants now stick To love the faithfull Spanish Catholick For their great Charity did reach from Spaine Past Faith and Hope ev'en unto Charls his waine Heav'n notice takes thereof and hath set down So good a worke and ecchos its renowne VII Would GOD I had the whole world in a string That I might now present it to my King Yet had I so I really believe Like Alexander I should sadly grieve Because there were no more worlds whereof I Might make a present to his Majesty Ah! how it sadds me that it should be true Some yet should thinke much to pay him his due When all they have too little for him is For they being Traytors all they have is his 'T is his by right what ever they possesse And all true Cavelleers beleive no lesse VIII Brave Cavalleers the expectations which At your Kings landing did your hearts enrich And the great hopes and joyes you did surround I 'l leave it unto Fame her self to sound Who commonly although she do report Actions at large in this she must come short For let her speak the utmost that she can She can't speak out the thoughts of many a man Who thither came nor more than she can mine Whose heart to him 'bove E la doth incline Heav'n knows my heart He knows I wish t' endear Him So much to me as he might place me near Him Then should I think my self with God to be For where King CHARLS is sure enough is He. IX From Dover my dear Prince of high renown Was pleas'd to bend his march to Barham Dawn Attended by a noble train of those Whose chief delight themselves was to expose To any danger or do any thing Wherein they might shew duty to their King Some of them were of that same golden number Who many nights did neither sleep nor slumber For very grief ofs Majesty's hard case To think how he from 's Kingdomes banish'd was And they together with him and the reason Forsooth must be cause he committed Treason A King act Treason Ye why not just so Heav'n may turne Traytor to the Earth below Divinity it selfe accused be For strange Rebellion ' gainst Humanity This this a lass was the pretented cause But sure it is that the intended was Unto this cursed end that they themselves Who banish'd him Hobgoblings Furies Elves Might play their frantick tricks and daunce the rounds Whilst He was sure enough without their bounds And that they might his Treasure and his Lands His Forts and castles keep in their own hands Lord God of Heav'n was ever the like known As what hath been in this age of our own Let all the Histories are penn'd be view'd If one can match our case I will be Hugh'd And with old Oliver and Bradshaw dwell And I do think I had as good b'in Hell X. But stay in following these wee 'r gon so far Out of the way as lets see where we are The Lord have mercy on us Hell well nigh Where Oliver and Bradshaw I espie And Hugh likewise O how my heart doth burne Into the way I stray'd from to returne My meaning is toward Barham Down where I With mine own eyes beheld his Majesty In tranced I did see this blessed sight When Paul-like I was ravish't with delight At his right hand the Duke of York did ride And Gloster Duke close by his brothers side Brave Souls whose fame surmounted hath the Stars As they have Merc'ry and the God of wars At 's left great Monck with reverence did attend him And ready was and willing to defend Him If any need had been but thee was none Charls had been safe had he been here alone XI But O how many Noble soules were there To see their long'd for Sun shine in his sphere And the
joine with new lights and renew the fray And like so many Iack with lanthornes blaze And madmen make and fools lead Lamberts maze Whereby a Monk may needfull be once more To fright away the Spirits as before And mystically set them such a spell As Heav'n alone could his good meaning tell Georg the Great Arbiter of three whole Nations O're threw the Dragon to our admirations And many a woodcock took in his dark net Which he to th' purpose for Iohn Lambert set ' Mongst many there but O behold th' event Both strange and true Jack in a box was pent XII What oracle that e'r was heard of vented Such dextrous language as George complemented 'T is well that He himself knew what it ment Before the Posts and chains did give it vent How strang a Card to the Rebellious Rump And it s well wishers did He turn up Trump Who in a Northern mist white powder shot Which scatter'd all his foes yet sounded not George on his horse scarce seen nor understood Did conjure our of evil what is good Good for the King and Kingdoms and for All Who date their rising from grand Rebells fall XIII The Dragon being conquer'd and his Tayle Pickled in souse whilst Fooles did it bewayle George and his Boyes O rare the Rump did rost By such a fire as was unseen by most And unfelt too till they the sauce did make And the true Members did their Places take Who did assess what reck'ning should be pay'd By those who had so many soules betray'd XIIII And now Iohn Lambert tell me what that trick Avayled thee thou served'st honest Dick In Him perswading timely to resigne His usurp'd place that so it might be thine And Dick where art thou now old Noll his son Who Whilome had'st so many Healths begun Unto thy Fathers Landlord if thou be Esteemed or not it shall not trouble me I never was thy favorite not his Nor the Rumps lover hang him up that is And what 's become of all that perjured fry That vow'd to God with thee to live and die They may one part keep of their vow but when They 'l keep it all we shall see wonders then Surely they with the New lights vanish'd be For I not any one of them can see I hope they ne're will come again to cause Fooles wander from their God and from their Laws Nor Monk occasion when they go astray To bring them back into the Kings high way XV. Now thankes to thee good Monk to whom God gave A large Commission Nations to save And Liberty to weare wise Gyges ring To the advantage of thy Self and King With strength to vanquish that Chimaera which Had joined with Mars three Nations to bewitch Thou like God Janus truly hast divin'd Looking not only 'fore thee but behind And beyond Argus such watch still did'st keep As that no Mercury could make thee sleep 'T was thou who stoutly maugre all thy Foes With burning Tongs held'st Cromwel by the Nose And when as Atlas shoulders did incline Thou then all Britane did'st uphold with thine Monk thou great Monk whose worth a lone out spells And weighs down all the Monks in Roomes proud Cells Pronounc'd I Monk Why then the man I nam'd Who by a word both Land and Sea new fram'd Made the round world looke square out of night Extracted Day out of a Chaos Light I challeng all the Heathen Gods to one To do the like as mighty Monk hath done The Name alone of Monk conquer more Then all the Guns in sev'rall years before No Canon sounded like the Name of Monk At whose report Lambert his homes in shrunk And the scar'd Rumpers fowly did bewray Their sears and so most sweetly run away And now I hope we may good times regaine For now the LORD be prays'd my CHARLS dotâ— ' raigne Well may he long do so to his content And live our KING our Lawes and PARLAMENT ANd now great JOVE my thanks aeccept I pray For bringing me thus forward in my way Unto my KING in sounding his renowne Whose Triumphs blest Eternity will Crowne Momus himself must needs be strucken dumb Now CHARLS next under GODS his Kingdomes comâ— His Kingdomes come and happy will be they Who fear their GOD and do their KING obey Amen Finished Iune 1660.