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Anglia rediviva: a poem on His Majesties most joyfull reception into Enland [sic].
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1660
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Wing A3179; Thomason E1029_3; ESTC R207817
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Anglia Rediviva A POEM ON HIS MAJESTIES Most joyfull Reception INTO ENGLAND LONDON Printed by R. Hodgkinsonne for Charles Adams and are to be sold at the signe of the Talbot in Fleetstreet 1660. Anglia Rediviva A Poem on his MAIESTEIS most joyfull Reception into England ALL that despairing and despair'd of men When suddenly restor'd to Health again Feel at the welcome change All that we know Of overwhelming Ravishments that grow In the swift passing through the high extremes Of cold despair into the quickning beams Of full enjoyment scarce makes up the summe Of England's joy to see her Prince at home As of the Heav'nly Bodies we inferre Their magnitude from their Eclipse And here Below we by the shadows measure heights So must we calculate the ruinous streights We were reduc'd unto before we guesse At th' Elevation of our Happinesse Torn by the fury of Phanatick winds Up by the roots poor Britainy now finds Her self turn'd Floating Island But her shore No sooner kis't his Royall feet and wore Their fair impression when her wav'ring cea'st And she became firme land again so blest Upon that sacred touch that she grew sound All on the sudden closing every wound That bled so long This healing touch reviv'd Her drooping state and promis'd a long-liv'd Felicity which nothing els could bring For her Kings-Evill was to want her King And all her children Monsters she not ownes Though such there be that with unnaturall frowns Or false smiles greet the Triumph of this Day With full consent of Hearts and tongues do pay Their Pray'rs and Loyall duty on their knee First unto God then to his Majesty Heark how the mouthes of Canons learn to speak Love and Allegiance Better so to break The willing aire with loud and loyall sounds Then be the Instruments of death and wounds To make our joyes appear we Bonfires light As Emblemes of our Love A flame more bright That burns yet lessens not within our heart Bells ring to shew the Church must have a part In this Dayes Jubile and that we owne As a main point of our Religion Our duty to the King No Sex nor Age But throngs to act their Parts as on a Stage Of Homage to their Prince They rend the skies With such a volley of loud shouts and cries As if they meant the Inhabitants above Should Hearers be and witnesse of their love But let the pressing Multitude give roome Behold the noble Generall is come With low obeisance Majestie to greet And lay himself down at the Royall feet This this is he whom kinder stars have sent Of all our joyes to be the Instrument He whom the Heav'ns reserv'd for such a season To rescue England and disarme black Treason O may that horrid Monster ne're be found To raise his head again on English ground Down in his native Dungeon let him rore For e're and wallow in his own foul gore Long live our George that hath this Dragon slain To crush the breed should any yet remain What this Knight was that after-times may see I 'le draw his Picture for Posterity He is all Inside Nothing of bark or shell Made up of solid greatnesse scorns t' excell In a gay formall outside One that can Seem little and be great within A Man Only by his high actions understood Born for his Country and his Soveraigns good He doth the work whilest others say fine things And all our Hopes to an enjoyment brings Cares not with gilded promises to please But silently contrives our happinesse Some hope some fear some censure and some raile He minds them not but still drives home the Naile Not the mistrust of unbelieving friends Nor force of open foes obstruct the ends Nobly prefixt unto his gen'rous mind He cuts his way through all makes every wind Serve his well laid Designe untill he bring To this distracted Realm Peace and the King Him the succeeding Ages will admire More then the present can Great heights require Some distance to be sully seen When we Lye blended in forgotten Dust shall hee Stand a fair Precedent of Loyalty From this lov'd subject I must part My eye Calls me away struck with a glorious train Of Nobles hasting to revive again Their tarnish't Lustre at the brighter Ray Of Majesty see how they humbly lay Themselves before him so to rise the higher They were of smoak they 're now pillars of fire You that are stars of the first Magnitude Have dearly learn't to understand your good Nor raise nor cherish by your influence Vapours though on a sanctifi'd pretence That reek from corrupt ill-affected minds Rais'd up they soon convert to blustring winds Into black clouds condense and last of all On your own heads in stormes and thunder fall All your tanscending lustre of the Crown You hold as Planets their 's doe of the Sunne Well may you shine in fair Conjunction But are eclips 't in Opposition Next comes the House of Commons th' other Leg On which the Nation stands These doe not beg Like those who last sat there their Soveraign To part with but to take his Rights again Nor like those State-Phanaticks will they mould New Governments but rest upon the old And in an equall temper keep alive Our Liberty and his Prerogative All terms and Articles are banish't hence They 're for our Enemies but not our Prince I know you are too generous to bring Into the Nation a fetter'd King And so to change by a false curtesie His Banishment into Captivity Have not our Laws already mark't the Bounds Twixt Him and us O do not lay the grounds Of fresh debate least you unravell all And we to our late Anarchy doe fall But what fresh joy is this that now appears So bright so loud unto my eyes and eares O 't is the famous City come to see With open hands large heart and bended knee Their long-mist Soveraign whom to restore Their 's none have acted none have suffer'd more You when the raging sword had quite hewn down Both Law and Law-givers laid flat the Crown And brought the sacred Head Here I must leave Or the sad memory will quite bereave This day of all his joy t' was you that dar'd Stand in the breach unarm'd and unprepar'd Meeting the violence of an armed force An English heart to you was foot and horse Your stout opposing brought them to that sense That they were starv'd into Obedience If naked loyalty our ruine stop What may we not from your Militia hope Still may your Arms the Person guard your Purse The Royall splendor feed You can't disburse On higher interest nor make a venter In which more Glory and more Profit center So Earth lends Heav'n some vapours which again Are gratefully return'd in fruitfull rain The World knows not a Monarch like our own So season'd so prepared for a Throne Nature hath done her best Fortune her worst And both to fit him for us They are curst Beyond all punishment of Law that dare Advance a sullen Thought against the Pray'r Pour'd forth by the whole Nation this Day That long may He Command and we Obey And now Most Glorious Prince in name of all That Throng to Solemnize this Festivall Give your poor Subject leave humbly t' impart The fervent motions of his Loyall heart More flourishing than May I wish your Raign The Moneth that gave you first and now again Restores you to us And that Heaven a Bride As fruitfull too may suddenly provide That you Out-live the Oldest and out doe The best of former Kings That you may know No sorrows but what are already past To give your present Joy the higher Taste FINIS