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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51267	Lachrimae sive valedictio Scotiae sub discessum clarissimi, prudentissimi, & pientissimi Gubernaotris [sic] Domini Georgii Monachi in Angliam revocati authore Gulielmo Moorehead ... = : The tears and valediction of Scotland upon the departing of her Governour, the Lord Generall George Monck, and Londons welcome reception of His excellencie for being instrumentall in the bringing home our Gracious Soveraign Lord King Charles the Second.	Moorhead, William, d. 1691.	1660 (1660)	Wing M2613; ESTC R9516	15,823	46

CHARLES 2. By the Grace of GOD King of England Scotland France and Ireland LACHRIMAE sive Valedictio SCOTIAE Sub Discessum Clarissimi prudentissimi pientissimi GUBERNAOTRIS DOMINI GEORGII MONACHI In ANGLIAM Revocati Authore Gulielmo Moorehead Nov. Coll. Oxon Soc. THE TEARS And Valediction of SCOTLAND Upon the departing of her Governour the Lord Generall GEORGE MONCK And Londons welcome Reception of his Excellencie For being instrumentall in the bringing home our Gracious Soveraign Lord King CHARLES the Second LONDON Printed by H. Brugis living at the Sign of the Sir Iohn Old-Castle in Pye-Corner for the Author 1660. In victissimo Monarchae CAROLO Secundo Deo Gratia Magnae Britanniae Franciae Hiberniae Regi Fidei Defensori c. BEllipotens delapse Polo nostri Hanibal Aevi Caesaridum Quo Te Caesare Caesar hebet Cui Laudum consurgit Apex onusta Trophaeis Gloria finitimis facta tremenda plagis Nostri Atlas ter magne Orbis cui Robur in Armis Inque Animis geminos subdere posse polos Regnorum Mundique Tremor Quid plura modesta Fronte capit Laudes Mens generosa suas Indulge O! Vestras strepitu si turbet olivas Musa Caledonii nata sub axe poli Quoque ali●● Tu Sole soles hilarare trementem Me me hilara radiis Candide Phaebe Tuis Dum Cunctis mansuetus ades num forte repellat Tristis ab obtuitu CAROLE Magne Tuo Comprime Te Numenque Tuum dum nostra recurrat Ne nimio Vestri Numine Musa perit Majestatis vestrae servus Humilis devotissimus GU MOOR HEAD N. C. S. To the Most High and Mighty Monarch CHARLES the Second by the Grace of God King of Great Britain France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. HEavens potent Champion our times Hanibal Cesar his Trophies must to Yours let fall Such Praise and Triumphs do adorn your Fame That forraign Countries tremble at your Name Great Atlas of our Orbe whose armed Might And power o're Minds can both the Poles affright The World and Kingdoms fear What more brave Souls Their Prayses with contracted brows controuls If my poor Muse born in a Northern Clime Disturbe your Lawrell pardon Sir the crime You who alone like Phaebus vigour give Inspire me with your beams and I shall live Shall I Great CHARLES be banisht from Your sight Whose Clemency all things to You invite Draw in Your Glories whilst I sing Your Praise Least my Muse perish by Your God-like Rayes The Effigies of his Excellencie GEORG MONCK Gen of all the Forces in England Scotland Ireland and General at Sea c ● Gaywood fecit P Sto●t excud LACHRIMAE sive Valedictio SCOTIAE Sub Discessum Clarissimi prudentissimi pientissimi GUBERNATORIS DOMINI GEORGII MONACHI In ANGLIAM Revocati Authore Gulielmo Moorehead Nov. Coll. Oxon Soc. THE TEARES And Valediction of SCOTLAND Upon the departing of her Governour the Lord Generall GEORGE MONCK And Londons welcome Reception of his Excellencie For being instrumentall in the bringing home our Gratious Soveraigne Lord King CHARLES the Second LONDON Printed by H. Brugis for the Author 1660. Excellentissimo Clarissimo et Prudentissimo Domino Domino GEORGIO MONCK Exercituum Magnae Britanniae Hyberniae Generali UR bis Orbis Amor dis Candide Gentis Avitae Delitiae Patriae cara Medela tuae Fama Tui attonitum cum repleat inclyta Mundum Nostra ne erit Famae Buccina Musa Tuae Spirat Hyperboreis tanto te Praeside terris Et resonat Factis terra Britanna tuis Primus in Heroum numero spectabere Primus Restrinxtique Armis Arma superba Tuis Quum calida haec premeret Lamberti factio Regna RUM Puntur vestra vincula nostra manu Eheu praecipites ruimus discordibus Armis In diversa trahunt Ambitio Ira Dolus In vetitum trahimur damnosaque poscimns Arma Tu mira sanas soecla Machaon ope Praelia quis Te plura iniit tam Marte secundo Quis Te Virtute aut Nobilitate prior Robore Mente Animis ingens ingentior ausis Quem tibi quem de lerint saecula prisca parem Schismatici frustra Arma petunt coelumque minantur Eraenati cunctis tu satis unus eris Sat mihi te tanto coram prodire Patrono Sat mihi me vestro posse sub orbe legi Te sequor usque libens haec Tecum Pignora dextrae Hancque Animam Patriae do voveoque meae Quod si ino pina meis surgat laus ulla Camaenis Sola erit in laudes attribuenda tuas Istaque si nostrae placeant primordia Musae Haecque repentinis carmina scripta sonis Restat Opus quo Te invito formidine pulsa Ebibet Oceanum Musa benigna tuum Romani Arma gerunt subnixi viribus Orbis Vires Arma Orbis dextera sola tua Romanam ut Fabius cunctando Restituit REM Sic Auctor Patriae Pacis es atque Pater Des divina Deo tua serves sint sua REGI Cuique suum tribuens sic tibi surgat honos Accipe Wickhamici clara ex Antistitis Aedde Exigui ingenii Pignora cara Mei V. E. ex fratre amantissimo Nepotis servi addictissimi Gulielmi Moorehead novi Coll. Soc. To his Excellency George Monck Lord Generall of all the Forces of England Scotland and Ireland THE World and Cities Joy of God and Man Beloved thy Countreys dear Physitian When all the Earth doth Trophees to You raise Why should my Muse not trumpet out your praise Scotland of such a President doth boast Your deeds are Eccho'd round our British coast Amongst the Hero's you deserve to be Ranck'd first who first did conquer Tyranny When Lamberts Faction plagued us more and more You dockt the RUMP and turn'd them out of dore Alas we 're headlong into discord hurl'd Pride Anger and Deceit inflames the World Whilst old sores bleed afresh and rage abounds You like Machaon heal our gaping Wounds What man e're drew a Sword with such success Who is like you in worth and nobleness Great in your strength and spirit greater farre In bold Attempts who can with you compare In vain Phanatiques take up Armes since you Alone suffice their Armies to subdue I 'm satisfied if these lines may before My Patron come but houour'd if read o're Upon your Lordship willingly I waite And thus my Countreys Genius dedicate If my poor Muse gain unexpected Bayes I 'le render back to you alone the praise If these beginnings of our Poetry Written in hast unto you pleasing be A Work remaines wherein against your will My Muse her salys shall at your Ocean fill With the whole world the Romans did contend Your right hand onely doth the Globe defend Fabius Cunctation did restore the Thing You bring us peace in bringing home the King Glory to God to Caesar his due give To each his own and your Fame long shall live From Bishop Wickhams Famous Colledge sent These lines I to your Lordship do present

carried in vain VVhy do such weights disturbe my labouring brain Fuller of matter then of words Had I A hundred tongues and all the Poetry The Muses could inspire me with a sea Of Eloquence could Phaebus showre on mee More learning then He owns or had I all The knowledge that the Powers celestiall Enjoy I were not able to set forth In Rhyme or Prose Moncks noble Acts and worth But oh whilst I run head-long and rehearse His glorious Deeds in an Heroick verse Fate envious of my happiness turns round The wheel of Fortune and a dolefull sound Falls from my Harp thus the blind Goddess playes With mortals like th' unconstant wind she stayes In no place fixt but various shapes puts on Now cloth'd in night streight brighter then the Sun Making a May-Game of all humane things Whom she this day advances high she flings To morrow down Who thinks he holds her fast And is her Darling streight on Earth is cast Thus jealous of success She HIM removes From hence and with HIM hath withdrawn our loves Scotland that once did Romes great Empire bound In such a Patron is thrice happy found Whose well-rul'd Kingdom in just order cast One hundred seven Kings twice ten ages past With happy hand did guide to whom alone This Glory 's due they were subdu'd by none But oh what change about our Clime is hurl'd Are the two Poles transverst or will the World In sunder cleave hath Charles's northern Wain Left its old road and dropt into the Main Will not the Wagoner his Teem protect Must Helyce its night watch sti●●eglect Shall my Harp yet by plundering Vultures be Made silent shall my Coast no good days see O fatall Omen Comets such portend No wonder How can Heaven but downward bend When Atlas leaves it or Earth stand when great Olympus from the Fabrique doth retreat Yee Gods is this Light only lent my Sky Hence to be ta●ne away so suddenly Will Fortune ever with my sorrows play Hath she no end of changing will she stay In no place fixt are not my Ruptures great Enough but she must make them greater yet Is' t not enough to rob me of my Prince Perhaps too good for me but ever since To spoil and use me thus have I not had My share of sorrows but the Fates must add A heavier losse by taking Orpheus hence Am I alive or dead what 's my offence How come the Gods so angry what 's the cause The Destinys thus change their ancient laws You Powers above why do you wound me so In this you too much cruelty do show Must we for Cyphers or for shadows stand Degenerate Souls with what unequal hand Do Fates their crosses daily multiply Was I but only lifted up on high To make my fall the greater did ye give Me hope of late and suffer me to live To see my self fall headlong as before Arise you Furies I your aid implore Apollo sease my verse and give me leave T' obtain my Lord or losing Him to grieve I am stark mad why should I it deny Out of a zealous madness Piety Oft-times breaks forth 'T is lawfull sure for me Dear Sister England Goddess of the Sea To fight with holy weapons it 's no sin To reason with me let us then begin To plead my cause before Thee and when tears Are past behold how just my cause appears Wherefore O Goddess didst Thou take away My Lord and would'st not let Him with Me stay What! did you only gifts on Me bestow Then snatch them back to breed my future woe You much envy in this act did express Or did you emulate my Happiness Or rather want Monck's presence to protect Your Nation This indeed I did suspect Nor did the Augure fail Alas I know What the late Ravens croackings did foreshow At His first coming hither How the Night Drew near when we must look our wisht-for Light How all these Halcyon days that gave success To the glad Ploughmans labours and did bless Our Land with peace must soon pass o're that we Might afterwards more miserable be O fatall Prophecy now found true by me Give leave Great Sir with you t' expostulate On bended knees the cause of my bad fate Pray tell me who hath that ill office done To break our Loves off so soon as begun Am I indeed undone or is my brain Disturb'd with windy vapours or do vain Conceits with frightfull dreams delude my mind O hopeless Hope What are you so unkind Illustrious Soul to leave me thus O how Did your beams please Me and your serene brow Shining like Phoebus cheer my drooping Clime What! are You gone so soon have You no time To stay whilst I revive my dying Heart Are You but shewn us and must hence depart Guarded with English Thus the Harvest nigh My Lord to leave Us O! how I envy Your absence hence Must others with you reap Th' Autumn of Your labours will you keep Within the private Cabin of your brest The Fruits of your great Merits must I rest Behind and not glean after so much worth Or smell those precious Odors You cast forth What makes You stay thus long did You go hence To rob Me of Your Beams or Influence Resolve Me quickly and the spring disclose Is it because I 'm poor and do expose To forraign Climes my People or do look Too mean for those high deeds You undertook Yet why should I distrust such things of One Under whose Government our Nation Was truly blest Whose humble Mind was free From all Ambition and content with Me Had not the Gods endow'd your mighty spirit With gifts sublime and made you apt to merit Farre greater Things Your Goodness Piety Faith and Desorts hath rais'd your Fame so high You must remove from us against our wills O Immense Mind which Virtue overfills And Wit advances to a pitch so high You seem above the fixed Stars to flie Had Heaven not all its favours on you thrown My Countrey had found Worthies of her own But O! the Powers have emptied their whole store Upon your Highness and have left me poor But why do I with staggering Rhymes complain Or ask help of the angry Gods in vain Shall I them or the Fates accuse or be Such gifts and wisdom given t' a Deitie But he 's prophane who ignorant of the Laws Divine exclaims against them without cause I 'le blame my self and at my own breast throw These arrows I on others would bestow Shall I that guilty am with Heaven contend Whose sins ' gainst God o're the whole Skies extend Your absence noble Sir my heart divides And is become a whip to scourge my sides I suffered not for nought my faults deserv'd This punishment and I am justly serv'd My sins were great and caus'd you to remove Your tents far from me all the Powers above Enrag'd against me did at length design To take away your Lordship from my Clime Yet did you not without a glorious train