Dolor, ac voluptas, invicem cedunt. Or Englands glorious change, by calling home of King Charles the Second. Together vvith the royalists exaltation, and the phanatiques diminution. T. W. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A96114 of text R211886 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.25[10]). 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. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A96114 Wing W116 Thomason 669.f.25[10] ESTC R211886 99870561 99870561 163815 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A96114) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163815) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f25[10]) Dolor, ac voluptas, invicem cedunt. Or Englands glorious change, by calling home of King Charles the Second. Together vvith the royalists exaltation, and the phanatiques diminution. T. W. 1 sheet ([1] p.) [s.n.], London : Printed in the year 1660. Signed: T.W. In verse - "Come Muse; did'st everjoy in recreating." Annotation on Thomason copy: "May 8". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A96114 R211886 (Thomason 669.f.25[10]). civilwar no Dolor, ac voluptas, invicem cedunt. Or Englands glorious change, by calling home of King Charles the Second. Together vvith the royalists ex T. W 1660 635 2 0 0 0 0 0 31 C The rate of 31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-07 Robyn Anspach Sampled and proofread 2007-07 Robyn Anspach Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Dolor , ac Voluptas , invicem cedunt . OR ENGLANDS Glorious Change , by Calling Home of KING CHARLES THE SECOND . Together with the Royalists Exaltation ▪ And the Phanatiques Diminution . COme Muse ; did'st ever joy in recreating , And solace of thy self in nominating Dangers expel'd ; When in a calm of Peace , Thou resting ly'st , as in a Bed at ease . Did'st ever hear that War was sought of any Unless by those which ( as their Trade ) kept many Sluggards , and such , who nothing had to leese , Except it were their Cloaths , their Lice , and Fleas . Peace ea●nt for such , then soon absent your selves , It is a Rock that must destroy these Elves ; They hang their heads , yet dare not seem to cry , At this their unexpected misery . They know that if they vissibly do frown , There is a rod will whip their Stomacks down . Our worthy General , whose eccho'd fame , Shall sing aloud great Trophies of his name . 'T was he that came here as a Favourite , VVho seemingly did own the Rumpers right , Not through his fear , 't was through his policy , To period the Kingdomes misery , Not by a bloody fight , there need no more , Such massacring as we have had before . Such waste of blood in stopping of that flame , Which through the fire of Swords had rais'd the same . Go Lobsters hide your selves within the deep , That is the fittest place for you to creep . Shew not your heads Phanatiques , our intent , Is for to serve the King and Parliament . You as the wicked weeds amongst good Corn , Shall by your deepest Roots from thence be torn ; You Coblers , Plough-men , which thought it no crime , With others means , to make your selves sublime . Know wee 've a King a comming ( long Exil'd ) To punish you , but oh he 's farr to milde : He dont delight his name abroad to spread , Or make his Foes by Rigour his name dread : He 's mercifull , firm in his undertaking , His old , and trusty Friends , in not forsaking , Pittifull unto such who have deserv'd His angry Brow , and from his Cause have swerv'd ; But woe to you , new Lords , your first degree , Had been a Thousand times more fit for yee . And you Poor Royalists , which were a prey , Unto those VVolves , and long time obscure lay , Advance your selves , lift up your heads on high , Your Shepheards looks , will make the VVolves to fly Your long expected CHARLES is comming home , Never such joy ere came to Christendome . Our Nation like a Ship e'ne over blown , Our Laws , Lives , Liberties , e'ne over thrown , Our Churches jeer'd , our Ministers dispis'd , Nothing for Christianity is priz'd ; But what 's allowed , by the Quaking Dogs , Who were in swarms , resembling Egypts Frogs . Till God beholding us , did pitty take , Destroying them , even for his Gospels sake ; And for a MOSES , he a MONK did send , Who with his rod , did us from them defend . Then let us not ascribe this unto Fate , Or unto Chance , as being fortunate ; But unto th'Almighty God , who did portend These blessings for us , give praise to — THE END . T. W. LONDON , Printed in the year 1660.