ROYAL POEMS Presented to His Sacred MAJESTY Charles the II.  
By J. G. B.  

1. On the Kings most excellent Majesties happy Return to his Kingdoms.  
2. Annagramma in Principem, Carolus Stuartus i. e. Arthur, Laus, Custos.  
3. On the Lord Monck, Generalissimo of all his Majesty's Forces.  
4. An Elegy on the Martyrdom of King Charles the First.  
5. On the Regicides.  
6. On the Tribe of Fortune, the Rump of the Long-Parliament.  
7. In verba Caroli Regis dum fuit Hispaniae in illud Nasonis: Nunc notis adversa praelia fronte gerit.   
LONDON, Printed for R. Wood 1660.   

Royal Poems.  

On the KING'S most Excellent Majesties happy Return to His Kingdoms.  
COme Noble Phoebus and in our Horizon  
Shine, 'tis long since, that in confusion  
We darkly groped, for want of thee, the Sky  
Is now cleared by the Heaven's Deity  
Of opposing Clouds, and now our greatest Jove  
With Mercury expect, that thou shouldest move  
With thy resplendent Rays, to irradiate  
Our long-afflicted and distressed State:  
Come; We expect thee long, with hearty groans,  
We can no longer brook vain Phaeton's.  
Now all Malignant stars are dimmed save some few  
Ill bodying Comets, and a little Crew  
Of the Galaxia's stars, all which away  
Shall soon hence fall, by virtue of thy Ray;  
Then, I pray hither, now, And properate,  
Being invited by the course of Fate.   

Anagramma In Principeus Brittannorum Carolus Stuartus, id est. Arthur, Laus, Custos.  
O Rex, ecce tuo quae sunt sub nomine clausa,  
Arthur, Laus, Custos, quae meliora, precor  
Arthur es ut patriam re●imas, adjunctaque laus est  
Quod tu Brittannis sis decus omne tuis,  
Custos es quod Regna tuo tutabere Nutu  
Quam faustum fato, nomen hoc omen habet,  
Id circo quid stas O Princeps fortis Eremo,  
Patres te invitant et bona fata, veni.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Vatem hunc prehibeto optimum qui bene conjicis Euripid.   

On the Lord MONCK Generalissimo of all His Majesty's Forces.  
LEt much famed Egypt and the Eastern Coast  
Give o'er hereafter proudly for to boast  
Of their Noble Pini, their Ptolemyes,  
Their Warlike Joabs and stout Maccabees;  
For now England to us brave Monk hath bred,  
Who doth surpass each man that ere did tread  
O'er conquered Foes, for sure, no Age did see  
The like for Valour and state-policy;  
For as in Field be never did retreat,  
So by his wit he now doth such a feat,  
That ne'er was known, yet settling without Blood  
Three great Nations, that in confusion stood:  
All after Ages will confess with awe,  
They ne'er so stout a Politician saw;  
Wit and Valour in him have made their seat,  
Both conjoined for to make him great:  
Nor is he only Politic and Wise,  
But also Pious; for his Noble Eyes  
Look on the Widow's Cause and the Orphans all,  
That were long wronged; by this brave General  
Are considered; for which, he shall be  
The greatest star, save Phoebus in the Sky;  
And this admire in him, 'bove each Conquering man,  
That after all Conquest, himself he Conquer can.  
Fortius est qui se, quam qui fortissima vincit m●●nia.   

An Elegy on the Murder of His Gracious Majesty Charles the first, January the 30th. 1648.  
Quid sine Pectore Corpus  
Coelum sine sole, regnum sine rege.  
O What is this? How is bright Phoebus gone,  
Our Joy and Glory from our Horizon?  
He, He, by whom, we were made most splendent,  
With splendour bright, full and abundant  
See, by thy fall, now all the World is grown  
To a disordered Chaos and Confusion,  
Without Head or Tail; all in Obscurity  
Are involved, none knowing where to stay,  
Nor what way to move, some Retrograde  
Like Cancer go, others away do fade:  
Those greatest stars, are grown exorbitant,  
Crossing each other; nor is here extant  
Any order, now, or rule, but in this State  
Each as high as other doth (O! strange Fate)  
His own will, nay, here after Phoebus' loss,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
Thus by the enormous, and excentrique  
Course of the Galaxia stars, our politic  
State is turned unto the Cyclops mode,  
But at this let none admire abroad;  
For this Land bread Monsters, to whom in ire  
Breathed from their mouths against us fatal fire:  
O Heavens high, how long shall these thus deal,  
And make such havoc of the Commonweal?   

On the Regicides.  
'TWas strange, 'twas strange, and could nothing suffice  
These Cannibals but that they must surprise  
The Head itself, and it amputate  
With such unnatural and deadly hate.  
Was't not enough for your base Guts, for food  
To suck of some Prime members Noble Blood:  
No, no, these Hellhounds must chop off the Head,  
That on each part they may at once be fed.  
O greedy Guts, O Cormandizng crew  
Of ne're-filled Appetites, behold and view  
This Tragic Act, shall you hot Burning Coals  
Escape? believe there are no lurking holes  
That can defend you from the Noble hand  
That shortly comes here from bold Neptune's sand:  
Make haste to fly, O! Lapwings, this my best advice,  
From the eagle's force, or else submit most wise,   

On the Tribe of Fortune, the RUMP of the Long-Parliament.  
COme well-versed Augurs and Astrologers,  
That by Beasts Entrails, and the rolling Spheres  
Do seek for new Portents, run here and see  
A strange, fatal, and monstrous prodigy:  
For now 'gainst Nature, O sad Destiny,  
All is hurled most preposterously;  
The World is turned upside down, the Head now  
Is become Tail, the Tail to Head doth grow;  
The World's scum, Earth's sons of Nativity,  
(Than Nile's head more obscure) are raised on high,  
The Nobles now depressed, every Slave  
Sprung from the Dunghill doth the Heaven's braive;  
The Shrubs and Underwoods' on high are grown,  
The tall Elms and great Cedars tumbled down:  
Now the Tailor is made a bouncing Dux,  
The Country Idiot as an Orthodox  
Though no Clerk, is unto the Pulpit gone,  
And for Pence and Groats doth blaterate thereon:  
Nay, the poor Footboy is become a Knight,  
Thus, thus, our Pedes is made an Eques right.  
O absurd accidents, saddle henceforth the Ass,  
Dephalerate the Horse, seeing it came thus to pass:  
Oh, What grief of griefs is't for to see  
A Plebeian Crew o'er men of Majesty  
To domineer, it is intolerable  
To see Batts and Owls rule thus o'er an Eagle  
And glorious Birds; I am all on fire,  
Not all the Thames can quench my raging ire;  
Give strength to us, give strength, O Heavens high,  
To rid ourselves from such a slavery,  
O Tribe of Fortune, whose turn did evene  
To walk a while proudly on Fortune's Scene:  
Your turn comes now, and you with all be brought  
On the same Stage, shag-ragged as you ought.   

In Verba Caroli Regis dum fuit Hispaniae in illud Nasonis: Nunc notus adversa praelia fronte gerit.  
IPse notum contra, oppositum pugnare videbas,  
Quondam temporibus Naso Poeta tuis:  
O utinam contra opponens nunc robore mecum  
Hic notus adversa praeliae fronte gerat.  
Nota quod notus a Nasone pro vento qui perstabatur noto figurate sumebatur, ab Authore sumitur natus pro populo qui in Nota habitant eadem figura, Contimens pro Contento.  
Henry Vaughan, Cambro Britt.   
FINIS.