An essay of a loyal brest in four copies of verses, viz. I. to His Majesty, Charles the 2d, II. to his two houses of Parliament, III. to his general, the Lord Monck, IV. to that his good angel, Madam Jane Lane / by William Fairebrother ... Fairebrother, William, 1612 or 13-1681. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A39614 of text R6471 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing F110). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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I. to His Majesty, Charles the 2d, II. to his two houses of Parliament, III. to his general, the Lord Monck, IV. to that his good angel, Madam Jane Lane / by William Fairebrother ... Fairebrother, William, 1612 or 13-1681. [4], 12 p. Printed by John Field, London : 1660. Reproduction of original in British Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry. A39614 R6471 (Wing F110). civilwar no [An] essay of a loyal brest; in four copies of verses, viz. I. to His Majesty, Charles the 2d. II. to his two houses of Parliament. III. to Fairebrother, William 1660 2786 0 10 0 0 0 0 36 D The rate of 36 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2006-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-11 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-02 Celeste Ng Sampled and proofread 2007-02 Celeste Ng Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ESSAY OF A LOYAL BREST ; In four Copies of Verses , viz. I. To His Majesty , CHARLES the 2d . II. To His two Houses of PARLIAMENT . III. To His General , the Lord MONCK . IV. To that His good Angel , Madam JANE LANE . By WILLIAM FAIREBROTHER , of Kings Colledge in Cambridge . LONDON , Printed by JOHN FIELD , 1660. TO THE KING' 's MOST SACRED MAJESTY . ONce formerly , dread Sir , my Muse did Sing , You our choice Prince in Parlament . A King Then sate your Father there . But ô ! since then A sad and long Parenthesis hath been 'Twixt us and Regal-splendour ; whilest your Youth Hath tost been to and fro , because of Truth ! A Scene of twenty years ! an heap too large For my scant Ephah ! 't is an Homer's charge . Ulysses and his ten years Travels now Seem no less trifling , than Tom Thumb in th' Cow : 'Twixt yours and his such diff'rence I assign , As was 'twixt Bottles of his Wind and Wine . Wine ? Wine not so chears the heart , as the sight Of your blest presence , who setst all aright . A Welcom 's thus to us . Then 'ts but our due , To carol-out glad Welcoms unto you . Whom Spain , France , Germany and Belgick-soil With admiration gaz'd on , ( as a spoil Ev'n forc't into their hands , through Britains rage ) And now do court , as Mirrour of this age ; Whom they must needs us envy , yet hath Heav'n ( Maugre all hellish plots ) us again giv'n , Shall we not him adore ? And so'ts our due , To carol-out Hosannaes unto you . I 've seen your Star ; and worship : How it shon Your Birth-day's-Ecce ! It stood near the Sun At its full-Zenith bright ; whilst Thanks was giv'n On St. Paul's sacred ground to th' King of Heav'n By th' King your Father . 'T was a glorious day ! The King then to the Temple led the way ; Sunday and Lords-day both . Then be 't our due , To carol-out Hosannaes unto you . But if Sighs must burst forth , and cloud a Day , May they flie up t' expiate Sin away : If Tears the cheeks bedew , let them be sent From Hearts , that of past-villanies relent . Thus may we blunt God's Ax : thus , next to God , Ev'n thou , O King , ( I see ) will spare thy Rod . And thus we all may wear the Mourning-weed : Few are the men , who not your Pardon need . It 's wisest then for me , to point-out none ; Lest others numb'ring number me for one ; Perhaps , 'cause for Alleg'ance once I fled From Cambridge , and at Oxford own'd an Head , But lost it soon again at Naseby-fight , My self ta'ne Pris'ner . Were I silent-quite , Your Grace may know , Who was the greatest Thief ; Who of the barb'rous Actours were the Chief ; Who the stage-prompters , or Dark-Lanthorn-men , That contriv'd most , though they themselves least seen , White-powder Fiends , killing without a Noise ; ( To crack thereon , speaks children or meer boyes ) What Accessories live ; Who , as with knives , Did wound your righteous Cause , through debaucht Lives , At home and eke abroad ; and Who , more quaint , Did null the Edicts of that Royal Saint , Your murther'd Father . Then , then may we all Before You , as at God's Tribunal , fall . Peace you persue ; Mercy you do proclaim : Who craves them not , a second time 's too blame . To such a God who should not then impart Gold , myrrh , with a frank-incense of the Heart ? The last can each one give ; the most forlorn : When I hav 't giv'n away , 't is as New-born . Mine then on dayly-prostrate Knees shall crave Of that One More-supream , that You may have Firm Health ; Allies most strong ; a matchless Queen ; Subjects as Loyal , as e're Prince hath seen ; Innum'rous People ; a Church flourishing . So ( with your Leave I 'le cry ) LONG LIVE THE KING . And now ( great Sir and good ) I fear , that I A petty-treason make 'gainst Soveraignty , Thus to detain your Person . But true Zeal Dare even back unto your Throne appeal ; That with your thickest Pardons you would smother This Crime of , YOURS the humblest , FAIREBROTHER ; Of Kings Colledge in Cambridge ; and Of the late Kings Army . Anagram . CHARLES STUART . STET LAR CHARUS . To the Right Honorable , the two HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT . WHat Poets feign of Phaeton above , ( That , whilst he Sol's great Charet needs would move , The World was plung'd in Conflagrations , Through Reins then too-too loose ) these three Nations Have late found true : As if Enceladus Had from-below turn'd a fresh side on us , To let-loose Aetna's flames ; Or else , as if These floating-Islands had ( by Waves most stiff And sturdy Winds ) quite-lost their Anchor-hold , So now on this side , now on that side rowl'd ; Whilst Sun and Moon were blended , and for Stars We direful Meteors had , the late Heav'ns Scars . But ( blest be God! ) we are now once again Under th' kind Influence of CHARLS his-wain : And may we ever be so ; with a Train Of lesser Lights , to spring about that main ! Let Harington here fix blind Milton's / Fortune's ROTA ; Nor let it stir the breadth of an Iota . This Land I promise firm : Again if thus . It must turn round , be he Copernicus ; And so my self I 'de rather Stoick plight , Than Peripatetick , or chief Stagyrite . Strange Revolutions were , when Strickland's Holland Did England , Scotland , Ireland slight , as no Land ! Then Tyranny and Rapine led the Van ; And who ' de not act so , was the dang'rous man : Then Ireland reakt with blood : and then Scot-free Went Sacriledge : nor was 't here Robbery , To pocket up a Church or Lands-divine ; Because not diff'renc't with a Mine or Thine . But now , I hope , w 'ave met in Plato's Sphear , Where harbour can nor Jealousie nor Fear ; Where Vertue shall court Vertue ; where all vice Shall be disown'd , as 't was in Paradise ; Where each man safely may enjoy his own . And then , I 'm sure , the King 's to have a Throne , And be obey'd too . And now to what , Ye Representatives , With whom entrusted are our very lives , Shall we you represent ? a Loyal Spark ; From billows sav'd a while , as in an Ark ? A Moses here ? and there a Noah old ? Josephs some others , by their brethren sold ? May ye get all off safe ! may ye soon see As blest an Issue , as did all those three ! They all were big with blessings . Did they curse ? To whom they meant it , him they straight saw worse . Such may your Terrour be ! and so perchance No fouler Crime shall reign , than Ignorance . In fine : We all have err'd and gone astray , Leaving ( much worse than Sheep ) the righter way . Let 's therefore beg of that most pow'rful One , That not to us or ours may ere be known ( That saddest of Diseases , call'd ) Kings-evil , Since 'gainst a good War 's have been more-than-civil . TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LORD GENERAL GEORGE MONCK . A Civil War ; more than a civil War : How strangely now to me do those words jar ! W 'ave rather Peace , that 's civil , more than civil ; Mirac'lously it comes , in spight o' th' Devil And his black Imps , who to cry do not cease , That War may better be than present Peace . A Monck ! and from the North too ! then ( cry some ) As soon expected may be Good from Rome . A Monck the Faith's Defender ? Let 's again Call-in Scot , Nevil , Haselrig and Vane : Let them their Forces rally : so we shall A new Creed straightway raise , or raze out all . 'T is that , that last , ( great Sir ) those Atheists sought , When they our Charles the first to Tryal brought . But timely you stept-in ; Religion sav'd ; And count'nanc'd Arts , which we in vain had crav'd . Sword and Pen kindly meet : Thou'st giv'n thy Troth , That Pallas now 's again Goddess to both . He 's a Plantagenet ; ( some others cry'd ) And so a Common-wealth will be defy'd : A Single Person hee 'l erect : so fight , Whether for that name , or the True-names Right . Double 's their Charge : Let its last part be true ; And then , I think , you act but what is due . Though * {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} with * {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} do shew , As Sibboleth with Shibboleth , I trow , They 're not for Marks now , to discriminate Kindness for th' one sound ; for the other , Hate . Where words in but-one Letter disagree , Let those men stand nearest in Unity : Nay more ; a York and Lancaster we see In Virgins-cheeks make an Identity : And the whole Nation owns now Red and White For the King's Colours , and Monck's true delight . Thus have you clad us , whilst you put to shame The vast Temptations of a Royal-game : And if Plantagenet give-up the Crown , It may be said , it 's now more Charles his own . In earnest thus ( what some made you in sport , Y've found the right-high STUART / Steward of Hampton-Court : And thus y 've stopt Rebels blasphemous Snarls , Belcht-out against our first and second Charls . Hail then to thee ! so soundeth ev'ry Lip , Thou glorious piece of Self-denial-ship ; Thou Rump's Arch-traytor , but the Head's best Friend ! A Head-piece so ; better than Breeches-end . Right-welcome home ! Let 's now erect an Arch For thy so famous bloodless Countermarch . Nor Steel nor Hemp then gaul'd : For such fair Quarter The King now dubs thee with St. George's Garter . And , if ( sans soloecism ) it may be said , That th' heir apparent can ( the Father dead ) To his own Subject be an Obligee , Then may I safely say ; to Monck't must be . Be blest in all your hopes of Wife and Son ! A meet-Help Shee , as you the Work have done : With Rev'rence to her Honour , I shall say , You 're next to Numa , she 's Egeria . Live thus renown'd ! and whilst Charls shall Head stand , Mayst thou his Head-piece be by Sea and Land ; That , what so e're his Ancestors have lost , He may by you regain with easie cost . Thus , George-on-horse-back , ( Sr. and St. ) with Lance Me-thinks I see you give a shake to France ; And your stout Troops proclaiming with drawn-swords , King Charls ! King Charls ! King Charls ! thrice-blessed words ! TO Mrs. JANE LANE . Anagram . JANE LANE , An'ne JAEL ? This Copy was made a day or two before she was known to be in England . MADAM , YOur Name here starts a Question : so it 's askt , Whether our Jane Lane be not Jael-maskt . So quadrate doth each Story , whilst your Calls Did summon-in two vanquisht Generals ! And how in Covert bade ye them , good cheer , Whilst God them-both unto you-both did steer ! Right-famous both ! But yet who is 't , not sees An Interfering in your Histories ? She bold cut-off , you bold did save , an Head : Charles liv'd by you ; Sifera 's by her struck-dead . Great Amazons of Truth ! rather than shall The just Cause perish , ye your selves would fall . But God for such pure Love did well provide : So Judeth too we 'l reckon on your side . How fresh they two yet live ! and so shall You In lasting-Annals have as fresh an hue : Where e're King Charls his Story 's to be seen , There shall be read , what you to him have been . Your Names , as Phidias in Minerva's shield , Must jointly shine , as in one common field Ne'r to be parted . — But here brave Wilmot's Ghost Steps-in to serve the Mistris of the rost , Thanks your Relief of him and of his King . That-now blest Soul first kenn'd this happy thing . Accost you then he did with pesiveness : And you for that awhile can do no less : Not that he grieves now ; but that you not see One half-part of your noblest Company . Yet Thanks to Heav'n ; that Time , which changeth all , The Scene ( at least ) makes Tragicomical . Romancers here must veil , true or but-feign'd ; W 'ave now upon them , and above them , gain'd . The Crown was lost , and as 't were quite forsook : But you again it found in th' Sacred Oak . You a King's Mistris chast : the Lady Lane Flies far above the fate of Edward's Jane ; No Concubine , nor an Herodia You ; Asking things most unjust , things much undue . Nor Delilah wert thou : Thou didst not Him ( His hair then shorn-off ) to that Philistim Big with Success , deliver-up a Prize , The yet-great Strength , and Light of Britain's Eyes . His Safety thence you wrought : and that jeat-curl You straight for Favours choicely up did furl . That Black 's indeed the Set-off ; cal 't not Foyl , What 's kist by Ladies of the purest-soyl . And if such Homage is to th' Excrement , What then to 's Person should be th' full Extent ? No Vertue thus him left : yet Proselytes You many gain'd have by such zealous Sleights : They 're Presents fit for Queens : such Royal-Twists Are not for all folks fingers , necks , or wrists . Why then as of the Garter , so the Hair , May not an Order be , and full as rare ? And why not breeded be thereon the Fancy Of that our HONI SOIT , QUI MALY PENSE ? Return , great Voluntier of all th' Exiles ! True Maid of Honour ! Haste , to take the Smiles O' th' King and Subjects-good . Alive or dead , Eterniz'd thou shalt be in Honour's-bed . Let Virgins-all Garlands each-year prepare Of Oak , with the enameld Maiden-hair . But , Lady of high Worth , I 've one word more ; ( Nor doth it differ from Herodia's score , Onely more-innocent you it may do ) That you would , if the Thought hath e're took you Of half a Kingdom , ( or perhaps a larger ) Exchange it for a St. Johns-head in th' Charger . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A39614e-2640 * The Greek word for Monarch hath in it one sole Letter more , than hath the word for Monck in the same Language . * The Greek word for Monarch hath in it one sole Letter more , than hath the word for Monck in the same Language .