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Charls triumphant, &c.
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Oxinden, Henry, 1609-1670.
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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