England's GRATULATION ON The Landing of Charles the Second, by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland at Dover, and his advance from thence to the City of London, May the 29. being His Birth Day.  
Attended with all the ancient-Nobility and Gentry of this nation, and a great part of the army commanded by his Excellence the Lord General MONK, His magnificent entertainment in the City of London, by the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor and his Brethren, and the great preparation for his Coronation, which will be more full of state and triumph then ever King of England had before.  SPES ADDIDIT ALAS  printer's device, consisting a winged skull and motto 
London, Printed for William Gilbertson.   

England's Gratulation on the landing of Charles the Second, King of England, Scotland, France. and Ireland, etc.  
ON Tuesday May the 29. His Majesty made his Entrance into the City of London: and it is very remarkable that Tuesdays are (with some Rubric at least) to be observed in our Almanacs. It was on a Tuesday that my late Lord King Charles Father to this present King, was beheaded. It was on a Tuesd●y that this King was born. It was on a Tuesday that he received the intelligence at Brussels, that a way was made for his inauguration in England. It was on a Tuesday that he came from brussels to Breda. It was on a Tuesday he was Proclaimed King. And it was on a Tuesday that he came unto London. The manner and gallant Equipage whereof is the present subject of this discourse.  
The King on Monday having been most Honourably received by the most Illustrious the Lady Mary, Countess Dowager of Richmond, did on Tuesday prepare himself himself for London: He had before at his first Landing been nobly entertained by the Mayors of Dover and Canterbury, where finding with what a flame of Love and Duty he was expected and attended, He made more haste to his City of London: there was never seen a more gallant train of the Nobility and Gentry of England then at this present, and every one striving to exceed another at much in loyalty, as in Gallantry, the ways on both sides were hedged with people, and the trees were filled with them to behold his Majesty as he Passed by, the shouts and acclamations were loud, and universal. Coming to Dartfort there were a hundred maids arrayed all in white, who strewed the way with Lilies and Roses before him, which sweet ceremonies were continued by these until he came to his palace at Whitehall, the streets as he passed all along were railed in: It was Ordered that no Muskets should be discharged, to the end that the Traitors (if any should be so barbarous as to make a desperate shot) might more readily be discovered; but had the Muskets of the City and the Army made never so many Volleys, the shouts and the Acclamations of the many thousands that perpetually cried God save the King, were so loud, that they would even have deafened the noise of the Guns: the King was on Horseback in a sad coloured Suit, and a Red Feather round about his Hat: On the right hand of him road the Duke of York, and on the left hand the Duke of Gloucester: a little before him road his Excellence the Lord General Monk bareheaded, and the marquis of Newcastle, Master of the Horse, and a little before them were the Lord Mayor, and his Brethren the Aldermen, and many other Citizens most richly habited, and behind there road bareheaded my Lord Viscount Mordant, my Lord the Earl of Northampton, the Earl of Northumberlands and my Lord Jocelin his Son, and a numerous and glorious company of the Nobility and Gentry. In this stately Equipage he came to Whitehall about six of the Clock in the evening, where Long may he live to Reign over us, and let all the people say Amen.   

England's Gratulation.  
Assist me all the Nine, help me to sing  
The glorious praises of great Charles our King,  
whom heaven hath tried and brought out of the fire  
And laid him low to raise him up the higher  
That to the wondering world he is become  
The Grace and Glory of all Christendom,  
'Tis he repairs our Breaches, and restores  
Our Land to safety, and doth heal our sores,  
'Tis he that strokes our griefs, and wipes our eyes,  
Sets us in order and doth make us wise.  
For ne'er was Nation so before misled,  
To Court the Tail and make the Rump their head?  
No more we now shall rail at Noble Blood,  
No more shall rich men for their little good  
Be look it upon as guilty, nor vile spies  
Enjoy the lust of their so murdering eyes.  
Men shall put off their Iron hands and hearts,  
The times forget their old malicious arts,  
With this new minute, and no print remain  
Of what was thought the former ages slain,  
where are our Saints now that would fain be known  
To have no other holiday but their own.  
Where are our cruel Regicids, and all  
The petulant Crew we Anabaptists call.  
Whose wild Religion and whose zeal doth border  
On Faction, Ruin, Falsehood and disorder.  
Whose Gospel speaks, It is too hard a thing  
At once, to fear God, and obey the King,  
And from their Bible's do expunge that text  
As too obliging, or too much perplexed.  
Behold the hours at hand that shall declare  
What men of conscience, and what Saints they are  
That still pursue [Oh most unhuman wrongs)  
The Lords Anointed with their threatening tongues,  
As if the Father slain, they had not done  
Enough, unless they massacred the Son:  
This to prevent, the King himself druws nigh,  
Full of his cause, his eye with Majesty,  
His brow with thunders armed, and on each hand,  
The youth of Heaven in files unnumbered stand.  
His glorious guard, for the world be't known,  
That heaven is pleased to make this cause his own,  
For who the King affront the like would do  
To th' King of Kings, could they come at him too;  
And as the Sun when his absented light,  
Approacheth nearer, day doth smile outright,  
And the thick Vapours of the night do fly,  
In guilty tumults from his searching eye,  
So now the King in person hath begun,  
To show himself like the Meridian sun,  
To shine in all his glories, and dispense,  
Throughout his Isle his powerful influence,  
The clouds of bold Rebellion, the false light,  
Of falser zeal, and meteors of the night,  
The sullen Vapours, and the mists that made  
A great confusion in so great a shade  
Shall waste before him, as he comes our states,  
Extremes to temper, for it pleased the fates,  
Though others laboured in the work yet none,  
Should heal our griefs but who our hearts do own,  
Nor shall this Isle regain her ancient worth,  
But by that monarch which this Isle brought forth.  
And fame no sooner to our ears did bring,  
The joyful story of the landed King,  
But all the Lords and Gentry of the land,  
Made haste to wait upon his high command,  
So full their train, so gallant their array,  
As if their splendour would outshine the day,  
There was the Noble General, with whom  
The best of all his men of arms did come,  
And many able Citizens were sent,  
To make the show seem mo●e magnificent,  
Who all so soon as they the King displayed,  
Who can imagine what a shout they made?  
The glittering of their  out vied the suns,  
Hats in the Air flew up; Guns roared to Guns,  
& trumpets deafened trumpets, who'd have thought  
These ere in arms 'gainst each other had fought?  
Th' outlandishmen that marked it, and stood by,  
In our behalf all out aloud did cry,  
Was never Nation now more blest than we,  
Nor ever monarch more admired than he,  
Environed thus, and come to the City's gate,  
He was received in all high pomp and State,  
By the Lord Mayor and his brethren who,  
Were proudly glad their Noble Prince to view,  
How great will be our growing joys we may,  
Presume will crown his Coronation day  
Which to his matchless merit will be more,  
Then ever King of Eugland had before,  
At which since heaven & earth with shouts do ring  
Let altogether say God save the King.  
FINIS.