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Such was our prince; yet own’d a foul above

The highest acts it could produce to show :

mechanic arts in public move, Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go.

Nor dy'd he when his ebbing fame went less,

But when fresh laurels courted him to live :
He seem'd but to prevent some new success,
As if above what triumphs earth could give.

His latest victories still thickest came,

As, near the center, motion doth increase ; "Till he, press’d down by his own weighty name, Did, like the vestal, under spoils decease.

But first the ocean as a tribute sent

The giant prince of all her watry herd; And th'ifle, when her protecting genius went, Upon his obsequies loud sighs conferr’d.

No civil broils have since his death arose,

But faction now by habit does obey;
And wars have that respect for his repose,

As winds for halcyons, when they breed at fea.

His ashes in a peaceful urn shall rest,

His name a great example stands, to show
How strangely high endeavours may be blest, ,

Where piety and valour jointly go.




A POEM on the happy RESTORATION and

RETURN of His Sacred Majesty CHARLES the Second, 1660.

Jam redit & virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna. Virg.

The last great age foretold by sacred rhimes
Renews it's finish'd course ; Saturnian times
Roll round again.

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OW with a general peacetheworld was bleft,

While our's, a world divided from the rest,
A dreadful quiet felt, and worser far
Than arms, a sullen interval of war :
Thus when black clouds draw down the lab'ring

Ere yet abroad the winged thunder flies,
An horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
Th’ambitious Swede, like restless billows tost,
On this hand gaining what on that he lost,
Though in his life he blood and ruin breath’d,
To his now guideless kingdom peace bequeath’d.


And heaven, that seem'd regardless of our fate,
For France and Spain did miracles create ;
Such mortal quarrels to compose in peace
As nature bred, and interest did increase.
We sigh'd to hear the fair Iberian bride

grow a lily to the lily's side,
While our cross stars deny'd us Charles' bed,
Whom our first flames and virgin love did wed.
For his long absence church and state did groan;
Madness the pulpit, faction seiz’d the throne:
Experienc'd' age in deep despair was lost,
To see the rebel thrive, the loyal croft:
Youth that with joys had unacquainted been,
Envy'd gray hairs that once good days had seen:
We thought our fires, not with their own content,
Had ere we came to age our portion spent.
Nor could our nobles hope their bold attempt
Who ruin'd crowns would coronets exempt :
For when by their designing leaders taught
Toftrike at pow'r which for themselvesthey sought,
The vulgar, gulld into rebellion, arm'd ;
Their blood to action by the prize was warm’d.
The sacred purple then and scarlet gown,
Like fanguine dye, to elephants was shewn.


Thus when the bold Typhoeus scald the sky,
And 'forc'd great Jove from his own heav'n to fly,
(What king, whatcrown from treason's reach is free
If Jove and Heav'n can violated be?)
The lesser gods, that shar’d his prosperous state,
All suffer'd in the exil'd Thunderer's fate.
The rabble now such freedom did enjoy,
As winds at sea, that use it to destroy:
Blind as the Cyclop, and as wild as he,
They own'd a lawless savage liberty,
Like that our painted ancestors so priz'd,
Ere empire's arts their breasts had civiliz’d.
How great were then our Charles' woes, who thus
Was forc'd to suffer for himself and us!
He, toss'd by fate, and hurry'd up and down,
Heir to his father's sorrows, with his crown,
Could taste no sweets of youth's desired age;
But found his life too true a pilgrimage.
Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn estate,
His manly courage overcame his fate.
His wounds he took, like Romans, on his breast,
Which by his virtue were with laurels dreft.
As fouls reach heav'n while yet in bodies pent,
So did he live above his banishment.

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