IÖ CAROLE: OR An Extract of a Letter sent from PARNASSUS, WHEREIN Are contained several EPIGRAMS, ODES, etc. upon His Maiesty's Coronation. Printed in the Year 1661. Superscribed, To the Reverend and Learned Dr Jasper maine, England. Sir, UNderstanding how deservedly you are numbered among the Virtuoso's of the Age, I have been emboldened upon that account, to single you out for the Person whom I should certify of the most signal occurrences which have happened lately in this place; Perhaps this sheet or two may prove troublesome to the perusers of Books in general, and something uncivil towards you in particular; why, if they do, yet as to the first the admirableness of their Subject-matter will abundantly excuse them, which was the cause of their coming forth at all; and as to the second, your Fame will shelter them under her capacious wings, which was the cause of their coming thus Superscribed: The truth is, when I found how acceptable the Ragguagli di Parnassus (published by my predecessor) was to the ingenious part of mankind, me thoughts I could not but do the present and future generation a very great injury should I have concealed what now I hope may have the good fortune to pass through your hands farther into the World: Know therefore, Sir, that yesterday morning His Majesty Apollo discarded a Theologo of great note, who was discovered to have been first a Tremulist, than a Lacu-Lemanian, than a Theïst, next an Arnheimian, and now last of all a complete Orthodoxo only for fashion sake; Three days before that he had cashiered Mercurio Europaeo his Gazett-writer for publishing that for true, which was not so, neither was it at all like to be so, viz: that at the great solemnity of the Coronation of your invincible Archon CHARLES the TWO, the Prior of St Trinity took his place as Alderman of the great City: This morning the Ambassadors from Almain, whose errand hither was to be informed what those Fires, Crosses, Turbans, which they had seen at home in the air might portend, received this Answer in His Majesty's name from the Procurator of the Oracle, Presbytery is better than Independency, Episcopacy is better than Presbytery, but Quakerism is better than Trentisme: Just now at Dinnertime this present day, being (if I calculate aright) your first of May, there was much joy all over the Court by reason of a certain great benefit which is shortly to redound upon the whole Universe as Apollo out of his certain foreknowledge of things told a near Favourite; the particulars are not known, but it is to be by a Marriage betwixt two Mighty Princes both living near the Atlantic: Our Agents abroad send us not much news, by reason of the late happy General peace in Europe; only from what we have by private intelligence, we hope shortly to see from the double top of our Sacred Hill the Christian Princes of the West join forces against their common Mahometan enemy upon a better account than the determination of a blind Council at Clermont, that so by the help of their successful arms our proud Ottoman oppressors power may be abated, and he no more raise armies able to besiege Austria; it being more than time for us to be freed from his Tyranny, and date our letters not from the Flight of an Impostor, but from the coming of the true Prophet: In order to the improvement of Learning his Majesty has referred the care of new Experimental Philosophy to the honourable R.B. his Hermetical Esquire R: H, and the rest of the Right Knowing Verulamians; of Platonical Philosophy to H. M; of ingenuous writings to J. H. Esquire; And as for Poëtry (to omit the rest at present) he resolves to be himself still the vigilant overseer thereof, and to keep it up in its height; and he has already made good progress in his design by well improving so sublime a Theme offered as your April 22 and 23; for, being informed of the almost unutterable glory of those two days, of the Magnificent process of that sacred person to his Throne, and his more magnificent seating there-on, he presently summoned all the Poëtts, told 'em what he had heard, required them to exercise every one their several Fancies on so extraordinary a subject, and appointed Fam. Strada Master of the Ceremonies; but the silly, whymsicall Jesuit was under a firm resolution not to accept of any place either of profit or honour out of I know not what strange conceit, for fear (forsooth) lest he should be taken by some Virtuoso's for a Fanatic; where-upon his Majesty himself without any demur undertook that charge and beckoned to Homer to lead; where-at the noble Greek immediately stood forth, and expressed himself to this effect, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Which Apollo himself partly out of respect to his Firstborn son, and partly to honour the English tongue, was pleased taking upon him the person of Homer thus to translate, MUse tell the World of that late exiled King, And not his Sufferings but his Glory sing; He once indeed did heaven's wrath incur, And found Jove nothing but a Thunderer; While he was feign to fly through unknown ways, Led by his Stars then seeming all to blaze; And this sore plague was on poor England sent, That she should play the fool in Government, Her mighty Monarchy turned piddlïng State, Masculine Government Effaeminate; But Heaven now her Miserere's hairs, And towards her Great Lord compass'on bears, Gives him his Golden wand and Azure ball To seem and be a glorious Prince withal: Ne'er shall this year its room in Story want, Now Priam's son sits Crowned in Troynovant: Oh! what a flood of light from him doth flow! How like the midday-Sunn it makes him show! Such of Gold and Silver kill my brain, My Optics fail and I grow blind again: This Earthly Jove all sorts of men doth please; Inlanders leave their homes, Seamen their Seas, Both English born, and they that Neighbours are A part in singing and in shouting bear; You may the like in those fair gardens see Where Thousands buzz about one Royall-Bee: Should nature give me now a dozen tongues And half as many pair of lusty lungs, And those made of the lately sheathed steel, I could not word the joy three nations feel. Next Virgil was called upon to say something in relation to the present affairs of the renowned Western Isle, who so quickly took the summons that e'er any of the company were ware he was in the middle of a verse, and thus (as to what we could hear) he began, — Fractus bello fatisque repulsus CAROLIDES, cujus tria regna Wigornia secum Traxit in exitium, tot jam labentibus annis (Nam non sunt aeternae animis coelestibus irae,) Sceptra manu vibrans solióque potitus avito Ex alto populos videt atque videtur ab ipsis: Phoebe (fatebor enim) cùm se post nubila Clarum CAROLUS exhibeat, Majestatémque serenus Induat antiquam, subito haec Parnasseä sordent Culmina, quaerendúmque Tibi est in numine numen; Ille comâ meliore diem lucêmque deaurat Imbellem, radiósque T'uos fugat astra fugantes; Imò Tibi, occiduus Talem siquando videres, Eclipsin patienti esset nova causa ruboris: Clarus ubi (audivi) regis fratérque sorórque Majorésque jacent & avi tumulantur avorum, Spinea cùm nondum turgesceret Insula tectis, Cùm nondum in sacram tua moles surgeret Aedem, Te rude vulgus ibi coluit, numénque vocavit Et Phoebum docuêre referre altaria Mystae; Qui modò Te lucémque Tuam coluêre pusillam, Hoc quid crediderim facturos principe viso? Quòd si quid poterit splendenti luminis addi Stat juxtà miscétque jubar Dux iuclytus' armis; Nempè avulso uno non deficit alter & alter CAROLUS, & geminâ stirps regia frond triumphant; Fortunati ambo! nisi me praesagia fallunt Vestra novi condent ingentia facta Poëtae, CAROLIDUMque domus Longâ dominabitur Albâ Dum rotet astra polus, feriant dum littora venti. With how great applause this was received I shall not rehearse; Apollo (to continue my bare Relation) thought none so fit to render the divine Maro into English as the Author of the Heroical Epistles, M. D; him therefore by a beck he designed to that office, who thus performed it, GReat CHARLES by war, and adverse Fate undone, From whom three Nations in one field were won, At last (for heaven doth not always frown) Handles his Sceptre, and putts on his Crown; And from the highest seat of Majesty Sees his good people thronging him to see: Sir, I must tell you, now that HE is freed From those thick clouds, and shines as King indeed, I see no glory in this glorious place, And Majesty is setting in your face; He guilds your gold, and makes a double day; Stars fly from yours, from his your feebler ray; Should your when setting see the like, you'd find More cause to blush in being so outshined: In that rich Minster, where (as I have heard) Lie Charles' kin and Ancestors interred, E'er stately houses covered Thorny Isle, E'er your profaner Mosque turned sacred Pile, There in that place men owned you for Divine, Sung hymns unto you, worshipped at your shrine; They who adored beholding petty you Should a sight of Him what would they do? Now if such glory augmentable seems The Warlike Duke stands by, and mixes beams; See, two for one! if CHARLES the Martyr bleeds Another and another still succeeds: Partners in bliss! ne'er shall there want a verse (If I know aught) your Actions to rehearse, And your great Fam'ly in White-Hall shall Reign As long as Isles have shores, or Charles a Wain. The Esquire had no sooner done but up stood Ovid, and very well understanding himself to be the next to Virgil both in ability and renown, as also plainly foreseeing how ill it would be resented if he should be silent in such a case prevented the invitation, and of his hwn accord sweetly smiled out these ensuing lines, DII Maris & Terrae! nam (quae sunt saecula nobis) Et Maris & Terrae discimus esse Deos; Eia, bonum factum! supero quòd Carolus anno In sua sit placidis regna revectus aquis; Eia, bonum factum! quòd & hoc modò Carolus anno Ad sua sit nitidis tecta revectus equis: Naso Tomitanae notissimus incola terrae Ah! scio quid patrio sit caruisse solo; Non tamen id vatem quod sum grave passus adurit, Sed quod sustinuit Carolus exilium; Nempè cadunt arbusta, jacent pro more myricae; Aegrè procumbit celsior ulmus humi: Me miserum! quantos viduata Britannia luctus, Quanta diu rapto Principe damna tulit! Sive Scotos aliquis Dominum non ritè tuentes Narrârit, Scoticum corda tulêre gelu; Seu quis in Angliacum Gallorum murmura Regem Innuerit, miserae Gallia luctus erat; Seu quis pugnantes Dunkerkae dixerit Anglos, Et Dunkirka novi causa doloris erat; Plura ego non memoro; quid enim memorasse juvabit? Praeteritus minuet gaudia tanta dolour: Tam tardè adveniens lachrymas expressit Aprilis, Atque omnis planè mensis Aprilis erat; Hic istas oriens Sol siccat lumine guttas, Alter ut ille Orbis Caesaris ora videt: Ergò ego Saturnum, Martémque Jouémque silebo, Implentémque libros Amphitryoniadem; Námque quid Alcides? regnavit sanguine multo, Gessit bella, hominum corpora stravit humi; Sed pacem revocare, animásque domare rebels Herculis est decimus tertius iste Labour. What he expressed in Latin was as elegantly rendered into English by Mr Sands, in this manner; YE Powers upon the Land, and Powers by Sea, For (as things go) both sorts of Powers there be, Thanks for your last-years courtesy before In setting CHARLES upon his native shore; Thanks for your this-years favour to him shown In bringing him in triumph to his Throne: Forced myself to Scythia's ice and snow What 'tis to suffer Banishment I know; Thither I went, and well could tarry there, But Charles' banishment I could not bear: The ground is fit for such poor shrubbs as I; But Elms and Oaks are'nt used so low to lie: Ah me! what fears did headless England seize! How the Great Widow wept herself new Seas! How 'mongst the Scots he fared if any told, Her heart soon imitated Scotland's cold; Hearing the French against him murmured, Those murmur in her new troubles breed; Being informed of Dunkirk's bloody fight The name of Dunkirk put her in a fright; I'll not relate the rest; 'twill do no good, 'Twould spoil these present triumphs if I should; For want of such an April 23. Each month a showry April seemed to be; That Sun now rising dries up every tear, While he doth there to th'other World appear: Then farewell Saturn, Jove, and Mars, all three; And Hercules that fills up History; For what did he? he in his furious mood Conquered men's bodies, spilt in war their blood; But to make peace, and quell men's passions too, This t'other Hercules could never do. Martial was under a cloud at this time, and Apollo made a demur whether he should be employed or not; but for fear of discouraging his grand Epigrammatist whom such a slight would quite undo, and a little time might chance to reform, he set him on work, and this was the whole almost of what he produceed; Ad Lyoolitam. Attend, Loyolita, te velim paucis, Tam grande nè placeat tibi nimis Dictum; Modò verte Splendores Britannicos versùs, Citra tuam Monarchiam Vniversalem Potes videre Solem in Occidente Ortum. Ad Phoebum. QVaero ubi sit CAROLUS; respondes (Phoebe) roganti, Ante Palatinas concidit ille fores, Concidit? âh, miserè tua nos oracula fallunt Falsum (Phoebe) canis Túque, Tripúsque tuus; Concidit? Eccum ipsum! vivum, diademate cinctum! Quàm par mens, similis gloria, nomen idem! Credimus Assyrios renovant incendia nidos, Fabellae faciunt gesta hodiurna fidem; Jam frustra in Dominos plebs ferrea saeviet; in see Regius en regni semina sanguis habet. Ad Rotatorem Fanaticum. HArringtone, rotae faber jocosae, Nonnullus (fateor) tui Rotundi Vsus nuper erat, nec ipse multùm Errabas Carolo jacente nostro; Postquám advenerit alma Lux Geörgî Istam Machinulámque téque tollas; Scis versatilis ut potentiorum Fortunam Rota Principum figurat; Scis quisnam radius (perite rerum) Ad terras humili situ jacebat; Ille ut debuerat, volente Fato, Ascendens propiora cernit astra, Atque Illo Rota culminante tandem Stat nunc fixa nec amplius movetur. There wanted a fit person to be employed in the translation of Marshal, but for want of a better Sylvester did him thus into English, To B. the Jesuit. COme, Jesuit, and let me thee advise, Don't thou thy known proud Motto too much prize; On England's present glory cast thy eyes, A sleep thy Universal Monarch lies, Yet see the Sun there in the West arise. To Apollo. WHere's mighty CHARLES? Apollo, where? relate; he's murdered, answear'st thou, at his own gate; Murdered? no, surely thou'rt mistaken there, Deceived art thou, and Fallible thy Chair; Murdered? no, there he sits, alive, and Crowned, With th'same high soul; same name, and lustre found: The Phoenix in the fire is borne anew, These passages do prove that story true: Rebels, no more rejoice to see Kings die; Their blood, you find, 's the seed of Monarchy. To him that spoke last at the Rota. STate-wheel-wright, I must needs allow Thy whimm was useful once and thou; Thou seemedst orthodox of late Whilst CHARLES was yet unfortunate; Now there has been a Georges-day Engine and Engineer away; The Wheel thou knowst was found long since To show the Fortunes of a Prince; Neither canst thou well but know What spoke did lately downward go; That's Culminant (Fate turning round) As nigh the stars as once the ground, And now that to the top hath run The we'll must fix, its Motion's done. The Latin Poëtts having pretty well played their parts, his Majesty and the whole company looked all steadfastly now upon Du Bartas, now upon T. Tasso, which was a sufficient sign what was expected from those two, hereupon they both stood forth, but instead of falling to the business in hand interred into a dispute concerning their precedency one before the other, and appealed to Apollo which side of the Mountain was the more fertile soil for wits, and whither had more right to begin first the Frenchman or the Italian; his Majesty bade them both sit down again for the present, and come again for judgement an 100 years hence; then turning towards the English Poëtts, he thought to have brought old Jeffery upon the stage, but considering how little difference there is both as to matter and stile between him and Spencer, he pitched upon the last, who entertained us with this Dialogue betwixt one Thenot an honest Shepherd and one Hobbinol a Fanatic Goatheard. Thenot. Hobbinol. The. HObbin, to me a read what garrs thee greet? What maken thee so Melancholy? Hob. Thenot, much is y done that is not meet, I sigh at London peeples folly; The. Mischief on sighs; what art the bet for thy? Rise and with me to Cotsall go; Thither our bonny lads apace do high, Dover been there again, I trow; Come, Hobbin, let us frisk it o'er the plain We will frisk it merrily; Hob. Tho thou wouldst have me be a dancer, Swain; Nay, I may not dance with thee; The. But thou mayst frisk it when y bidd by Pan, Who will have us end our woe; Hob. How do I know that Pan commands it? Man; Then. The lit within us twinkles so; Tho, as thou art a lad, do ne yshend Our roundells fresh with ruthful lay; To eek our jollity we all intent, Our King maken thilk holiday: Hob. I ken not why there should be any King, Nature ordained parity; The. Tho congee to thy boy this evening, He was born as good as thee: Hob. Is not a Knit of Bath an uncouth thing? Many a one afore him went; Then. Religious Knits fit a Religious King, And their Order is most decent: O it would be a lawful dignity Were a red ribbond sent to you; Hob. At, but those habits come from Rome City; The. So did the Evangel too; Is wine the worse for being Lateran When from Italy sent hither? Does holy Bible straight turn Alcoran Because y bound in Turkey leather? Hob. The others eke I hate as cruelly Those buxom Knits of the Round Garter, Who, I am taught, founded were by— by— by That Popish King our British Arter; Then. Ah silly Hobbin! hit coal on thy tongue; Thus chatten folk they know not what; It is a fashion Christian Kings among, What Answer give ye unto that? Such decency all sorts of people use, And all rejoice thilk day to see But only you whom fowl leasings abuse, And robben of your whilom glee: Hob. Then I'll be blithe (so pleaseth me) and sing; I'll dance about as I were wood, And drinken healths unto our gracious King, Then. You're moved thereto, therefore 'tis good: Hob. Il'l hang his picture every wall upon, Cut Cs and Rs in all my box; Certes James Naylor is a very son, Georg Fox (I ween) s very Fox. Next Quarles succeeded, and knowing his excellency to lie in Illustration of Emblems spoke to the present purpose by way of allusion to the frontispeice of that Sacred piece, which we have here written in Letters of Gold, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, Which I reckon would be in vain to describe, seeing there are none who have seen any thing but they have seen that; thus the ingenuous Gentleman descanted upon it, 1. HOw does the table suit with what's been done, That cut with what we see! How well the Father's Mottoe's fits the Son! How both their lives agree! His Sire through sufferings did in triumph run, And through them runs he; Gramercy they who e'er this Emblem drew; This will the business fully show; I knew not where to borrow any else would do. 2. Though tumults raged against the King as high As 'gainst the rock the Sea, Though a dark night all overcast his sky As dark as dark can be, Though there did heavier burdens on him lie Than on the patiented tree, The Rock had learned (like Terminus) to stay, The night has turned a glorious Day, The Palme-tree's glory has anticipated May. 3. Never let loyal Rock fear boisterous Fate, Since CHARLES unshook has been; Nor England's Day e'er dread a night in state, Since Charles' is serene; Never let Royal Palm fear any weight Since Charles' is so green; And may that sure-fixt Rock no motion know, That Sun may he still brighter show; May that Great Palmtree greener still and greener grow. In the next place there were presented to his Majesty divers Coronation Poems, (as they were called,) to the number of 17, 16 whereof whereof were never looked into, Apollo having enough and too too much of the first, a Tetrastick whereof be pleased to take in the Authors own words, (Twelve months ago our Royal Sove'reigne land- Ed at the Dover cliffs in safety and Interred his Kingdom; now, behold! he sits Enthroned, and they whose rebellious fits; etc.) And from thence judge how justly the inditer there-of and his brethren were honourably dismissed each of them with a wreath of Absinthium Umbelliferum tenuisolium, and a nosegay of Atriplex ollida: These Pamphletteers being departed, his Majesty by way of divertisement cursorily perused an Heroïck Poem entitled CAROLEIS, which was written by a Virtuoso of your own nation, (some say a Theologo) but came hither to beg an Imprimatur; I may not send you a complete copy thereof until it be Licenced, but (if your patience be not quite tired out) you may take a taste of the whole in these few Stanza's: 1. NOw had our Royal Eagle for some time Been forced through Aire none of his own to fly, While paltry rooks into his Throne did climb Feather themselves and set their nests on high. 2. When that Great Monarch on whom Myriads wait, Who wisely rules the World he wisely made, Summoned his flaming Ministers of State, And in the midst of them sat down, and said; 3. " Who of you minds my World's more Western part? " who'll place the English King on English ground? " who'll counter-work Hell's plots with Heavenly art, " And so procure the Royal Exile Crowned? 4. " There is a time for wrath, a time for love; " I can no longer now forbear my smiles; " If I am Monarch, if I reign above " He shall be King below, and rule those Isles: 5. England's unseen Protector than arose, Or, if that word hath been too much profaned, The Spirit which for Britain's Guardian goes Boldly took heart, and openly complained; 6. " Sole Conservator of the Universe, " I would presume at length to make my moan; " But (ah!) what tongue is able to rehearse " What my poor Province there has undergone? 7. " My Albion long since had changed her name, " But never lost till now her Happiness; " she's nor in Church, nor yet in State the same, " By your permission Priestlesse, Monarch-lesse. 8. " By your Permission we are sure 'tis so, " But should that your Permission last too long " 'Twould seem your Will, and men would think below " You're like themselves and do delight in wrong: 9 " Then, ôh, both Court and Clergy now restore, " And that brave land in unity maintain, " Lest what my dearest Ina joined before " Fall into more than Heptarchy again. 10. " And those who so audaciously of late " Voted down Service-book and Monarchy " Disturb, distract, confound, infatuate, " Or else they'll next vote down your Deïty: 11. " CHARLES ripe for hundreds wants one Diadem " Robbed of his treasures, country, friends and all; " Oh might I steal from Flanders such a gem! " Oh might I be his Guide unto White-halt! 12. " Say but the word, I run, I fly, I'm there; " My haste no medium nor distance checks; " I'll soon unroost the Rump from Westminster, " And fix the Hydra's heads on other necks: 13. " I'll Him in his Great Loyal City set, " And bring him in such state unto his throne, " That people shall all former pomps forget, " And History not mention that of Scone. 14. " And so thou shalt (was Answered) I decree, " But let us take advice, my Faithful one; " How may this business best effected be? " Which course d'ye steer, & what must first be done? etc. His Majesty having given his verdict of and commands about this Heroïck Poem laid it by, and desired the Virtuoso which brought him the joyful news, and had not yet left the Court, to conclude the day, who recollecting such thoughts as he had in the street before, in the Abbey at, and at home after the Coronation put them all into this following Ode. ODE. 'tIs He; ôh! I shall view him o'er and o'er! That is the Duke which comes before; And this, it is the Abby-doore; Open thy door, thou house divine, Thou art not makebate Janus shrine, Open, in thee to day our CHARLES will shine: Thou one continued Monument hast been To show that Prince, and King, and Queen High persons die as well as mean; Thou hast been of'ts Mortality, Now thou shalt a witness be Of th'Resurrection of Majesty: Peter, thy keys; let in our Sovereign Into thy Illustrious Fane, Pounds not Pence shall be thy gain; Though we're not Antichristian, Nor think the King more than a man, Thy Abbey shall out-pomp thy Vatican: Rich Vestments make the Lords Spiritual gay, Coronets adorn the Lay, Then I'll put on my wreath of Bay, And for a kind of Poet go, (Worse than I have don't I know,) And bear my petty part in this great show: archangels (sure) leaving their glorious sphere Themselves have bodyfied here English Nobles to appear; And Earthly, gross, corporeal we Crowding so thick our King to see Use their laid-by Penetrability: Men used to be waited on can wait, Nor does their Pomp there-by abate, Since here to bows to sit in state, And now may Charles' lustre be The Proto-type of Majesty, The emperor's not King of Kings, but He: The newly-found Egyptian Anubis But a dull Hieroglyphic is Of our King's glory, Kingdom's bliss; Italy, though high she sings, Here-of no full resemblance brings Consular triumphs were such puny things. The Father now would slight Victorious Paul, His entrance, person, name and all, To see these Peers this Prince install; he'd find when Rome subdued her foes She came as short of us in shows As now her modern Glories do of those; Of all the Objects which sight-worthy be If he might have his choice of three What would he choose? what would he see? he'd see the Man with Godhead filled, See the Tent maker Churches build, See Charles' beams this OEta-Minster gild: That speck of Majesty, I should say spot, Though we with souls esteemed him not, Some of the many's honour got; Though they saw Noll headlong run And set all in combustion, Yet Phaëthon with them went for a Sun; Minutest things which to our eye do come Through a watery Medium Seem to be great and fill much room; Thus Cromwell's lowness high appears, His narrowness a great breadth bears, While men oppressed look on him through tears; But now the sceptre's sweeter for his sword, That Caitiff does this good afford The foil sets off our native Lord; So Diamonds do for Diamonds pass When confronted by dim glass, So Silver shines the more when placed by brass? Whitehall and Lambeth-house since one CHARLES died With small delight themselves have spied In th'waters which betwixt 'em glide; They saw themselves turned upside down, Gone was the Mitre and the Crown, Fal'n were their props King's robe and Bishop's gown; But all things now be again serene and clear, Now they like themselves appear, Now their stately tops they rear; Yonder sits he in our view Who'll give both Church and State their due, King long ago, at last anointed too. Were't not for th' Iö-Paeans of the town, The depths of nature I would sound, Into myself I would go down And seriously ruminate What 'twas could cause his so hard fate, What is the reason he is Crowned so late; Did redd-coat Mars into rebellion run, And confront the King his Sun, Presageing what should here be done? Did Iron-side in former days Eclipse the gold which Sol displays And make a new spot in's Meridian rays? Did Charles' wain fling its bright rider down? Or did the stars of either Crown Look something dull, and seem to frown, As Thummin-stones their shine would lose And prognosticate sad news When God to bless a design did refuse? Was it because that he was rule to bear Over the British Tribes that are All Judah and none Issachar, To deal with spirits bold and free? But we for ever have been we, Yet when was English Prince so used as he? I must confess even in the open street Not to my Priest but t'all I meet, And do penance in this street; Religion it tottering stood, Philosophy 'twould do no good, Reason was at a loss do what it could; These things seemed that, or something like unto't Which, though it don't his temper suit, Yet malice would to CHARLES impute; They like to Tyranny did look, And I did want a Construing book, Was with a fit of Lucianisme took; I could not brook in Fate such uncouth Laws, I could not salve in her such flaws, I could not solve such Aenigmas; But that I knew the Queen of Kings, Mistress of Persons and of Things Fortune doth stand upon a ball with wings; I knew the Fire Gold-Reall too must prove, That CHARLES was dear to him above With whom to chastise is to Love; That what is slowly's surely done, And whom heaven will fix fast in's throne. It is the longer setting him there-on: Then (Mighty Sir) at length ascend your Throne, Possess the seat long since your own, And filled with your Great-Selfe alone; Assume your Sceptre and your Mound, Your (ah! but) gold- and pearl- set Round, Till better jewels, better metals found; He mounts, he ascends, h'assumes his Diadem, Whose every ounce of gold and gemm Take worth from him, not he from them; A sight which won't be done when done, But still and still be thought upon, And thought on even convert Rebellion: Mars thus would shine, and such a presence bear If, what a Comett once did dare, he'd sit in Cassiopea's chair; Apollo would look with such state If when he does culminate His fore-head-beams were taught t'incorporate: This day Triumphant George doth claim as his; Indeed such glory a prospect is Only for such a time as this; Nor is there the Solemnity In the least with this can vie But yesterday Proaem'all bravery: How London was with the whole Nation lined! How was outshined, The Sun to his own Sphere confined! How the rich metals did abound, As if the King returned had found Rio de Plata flowing through his town! How the first curious Arch was beautified, Yet both its cheeks in purple died, Blushing that CHARLES should through it ride! What reverence Thames to him did show! How Neptune waving's Trident too Did from his stately Cabin homage do! How did the Temple ovally ascend, And by its figure round portend This peace and joy should have no end! How did Flora's fruits revive, How did they grow a fresh and thrive To see Great Pan Great Pan again alive! How sensible the houses were 'twas HE! How London would not Majesty But in her gown of Arras see! How long hours seemed a little while Whilst he giv'ing every street a smile Shott th'Huge, the Naval, Rural, Sacred pile! Yet why do I one only Sacred call? Caesar has consecrated all In's Royal journey to Whitehall: May they outlive like piles of stone; May they (at least) be let alone Till Livia too pass through them to the Throne: Go, sheathe thy Dagger London; jarrings cease; Have for thy pains an endless peace, While CHARLES makes love and trade increase, The World (or Poets guess amiss) The World is in reversion his, And thou designed that World's Metropolis. You may a little wonder at the length of the Ode, but the Author being a native of England his Apology is made to his hand; whom when Loyalty had suffered to make an end, Apollo arose from his seat, and thanked him and all the rest in a pithy speech, wherein he shown himself as much the Lord of Oratory as he is owned to be of Poëtry, and then dismissed the assembly: So, Sir, craveing pardon for the trouble I shall have put you to by that time you are come thus far in the perusal of these papers, and presuming upon the grant, I make haste to subscribe myself, Sir, Your unknown but real humble Servant Bocalini Jun.