coat of arms (of Henry Oxinden?)  crown surmounted by animal  portrait of Henry Oxinden (Oxenden) of Barham 
Hen Oxinden de Barham  
Non est mortale quod opto. 1647.    

CHARLES TRIUMPHANT, etc.  
This is that CHARLES, who did from CHARLES proceed, Who shall in Greatness CHARLES the Great exceed.  
CAROLUS e CAROLO descendens, erit CAROLO magno major.   wreath 
LONDON, Printed in the year, MDCLX.   

TO THE KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS, His best Vicegerent CHARLES II. Who shall be greater than CHARLES the GREAT;  
The Author wisheth All the Blessedness, and Glory; All the Love, and Power; All the Majesty and Dominion that an earthly God is capable of.  
Rex si me Argligenis vatibus inseres,  
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.  Hor. Car. lib. 1. odd. 1 

Great KING if you'll be pleased to grace  
Me in your heart with a near place  
The world to come shall see   

My head shall reach heavens lofty Sphere,  
And as the stars I will shine there,  
Such shall my Glory be.    

THE AUTHOR'S OPINION.  
THE Choristers of Heaven rejoice and sing:  
Beholding now the Triumphs of our King.  
And he who grieves this blessed sight to see,  
Must either Devil or grand Rebel be;  
Ah! curst's that soul can be an Heraclite,  
At the rejoicing of the Sons of Light.   

THE Author TO THE READER.  
REader I here have set before thine eyes  
A heavenly Image in Triumphant wise,  
The sacred Offspring of thy Lord and King:  
Let now thy heart a peal to heaven ring  
At this so glorious a sight: for why?  
In viewing him thou viewst a Deity.   

THE AUTHOR'S HYMN.  

O Let us now rejoice and sing  
Praises unto our Lord,  
Because he hath restored our King  
Even of his own accord.  
How great his Kingdom to us is  
In doing of the same!  
O let us evermore for this  
Extol his Holy Name.  
And let us thanks unto him give  
For all his Mercies tried,  
And pray that long our CHARLES may live  
Who us indemnified.  
And in the fire did cast the rod,  
His mercies bearing sway,  
For this praise we the Lord our God,  
Praise we the Lord I say.   

BEhold a Triumph which no servant's scoff  
Can possibly eclipse, or  put off.  
For CHARLES his chariot shall triumphing run,  
Coeval with the horses of the Sun,  
And loyal acclamations likewise make  
Royal hearts dance, but hearts of Rebels quake.   
Jo. Hobart Of Quarrington in Mersham in Kent.   

ON CHARLES Triumphant, A POEM, Dedicated to His Majesty by H. Oxinden Esq  
Most gracious Sovereign,  
AFter the Countries well meant dusty greets,  
Turning the deserts in your road to streets;  
And pu●● past● gladness of the gaudy town,  
Where some joys were heard in some swallowed down,  
Besides the shouts of the converted Host,  
Guarding before the Crown upon a Post:  
With Catsdung throngs of Courtiers 'bout the Throne,  
Crowding for places till they left you none:  
View this Aeschylian Authors loyal strain,  
Such Gratulations spend, and last again;  
Born without pangs, Offspring of Ecstasy,  
Since you transported was, why may not He?  
Rapt with a Sovereign influence, 'bove those  
Whose thanks are healths profound, and shallow prose.  
Yet if your smiles infuse not vital mirth,  
'Twill prove abortive, or Saguntine birth;  
Which come your Holocaust, if now it dies,  
And if it stands, your living sacrifice:  
First fruits from him, whose All for Charles is bred;  
He that presents the feet, dares stake the head.  
H. B.   

On the most ingenuous Author of Charles Triumphant.  
THE splendid Triumphs of the Town and Court  
Ambitious are to be great Charles his sport;  
Arches advanced be to raise his Name  
Above the Clouds, till they obscure their frame;  
But this high Author only can advance  
His fame beyond the power of force or chance;  
And by the verdure of Poetic Bay  
Make his whole life a Coronation day:  
Others dread King may crown your head with gold,  
This golden Verse preserves from growing old  
Your eviternal praise; and in this thing  
By b'ing his Subject, you are more his King.  
Thomas Williams.   

TO HIS Most Honoured, because most faithful friend (the Author) upon his Triumphant Poem.  

APollo's darling, for thy due renown  
'Tis just thy Royal verses wear a Crown:  
My Muse is dumb, whilst thine sublimely sings  
The best of Poets to the best of KINGS.  
AUGUSTUS smiles, CAESAR accepts a mite,  
●ow VIRGIL'S Genius doth English write.   

●et common Poets prattle common things,  
Whilst Monarches triumph on thy Muse's wings;  
●ing noth ' but Kings, thou canst not higher rise:  
●t is not meet Jove's bird should stoop at flies:  
Nature and Art being married in Thee,  
Muses conserve their true Posterity.   

Heaven's me defend from being thine Enemy,  
〈◊〉 would not be laid forth before I die:  
Who willingly would meet his Death, his Hearse,  
His Funeral in thy Triumphant Verse?    

TO HIS Much esteemed Friend and ever honoured Patron, Henry Oxinden Esq upon his most incomparable Poem, CH. TRI.  

Lately you wrote against our Hydra-state  
As a Sharp Satirist: and England's fate  
You did bewail, and wisely did presage  
If Charles were absent in that direful age  
Religion would expire; her end was nigh;  
So you prepared for her an Elegy:   

But now your verses in another strain  
Do run, and sing Triumphant job again;  
Since which you once resolved to set by  
All verse, and take your leave of Poetry,  
But God would not permit your Muse to cease  
In so much blessed and Halcyon times as these;   

When Britain doth possess within her Sphere  
Her wished long expected jupiter  
Our blessed Sovereign who in the space  
Of twelve years finished his wand'ring race,  
And now no longer shall a Planet be,  
But a Star fixed, or Stationary.  
Surely those Gods who caused the Star to shine  
At Charles His birth, to show he was divine,  
The very same scent Phoebus down it inspire  
Your mind, and kindle a poetic fire  
At your books birth, where you so sweetly sing  
The famous Acts of your most valiant King:  
In strains so ravishing, as might provoke  
The much amazed, and famous Royal Oak,  
To follow you, as Orpheus once did make  
The Trees to dance, and mighty Mountains shake    

The same to the Authors Momus.  
If Mists arise, and seem to cloud thy praise,  
Think it not strange, Phoebus can't choose but raise  
Such envious vapours, therefore murmur not,  
Such a black cloud is but your Beauty-spot.  
This is your glory, for not only you,  
But Sol himself wears these black patches too.  
J. W.   


Lib. 1.  

I.  
Lo I! who once had Helicon giv'en o'er,  
And thought to climb Parnassus' Hill no more  
I who the Funeral in forty nine  
Sang of Religion, & did then divine  
Until King CHARLES came it would never have  
A total resurrection from the grave.  
I who at that time earnestly did pray  
That Christ might to his Kingdoms lead the way,  
And also wished, and that with good intent,  
A speedy end to the long Parliament.  
And I the man who did in fifty one  
extol jobs ' patience unto Heaven's throne.  
(The very Type of our Great Martyr slain  
And his dear Son, rightly our Sovereign.)  
And I who ' yerst my fancy to delight  
OXINDENORUM series did write,  
And did decipher blessed Eliza's bliss  
Triumphant (would God I were where she is)  
And I who lately in my Image Royal  
Extolled a Noble Soul for being Loyal.  
And therein Monarchy did justly own,  
Of Goverments the best of all that's known:  
And 〈◊〉 ●●e very same who Nol, and's Nose,  
〈◊〉 Rump, and all King CHALS his mortal foes  
Admired alike; I, even I who have  
Wondered who was of these the greater Knave,  
Will to my paper once more set my pen,  
And welcome home the best of Kings and Men;  
His Enemies disclaim, his Glory sing,  
For 'tis my duty he's my Sovereign King.   

II.  
And since, great CHARLES, I who thy subject am,  
Have chosen thee the miror of all fame,  
I'll scorn assistance from the Muse's Hill,  
And pray great jove himself to guide my quill;  
For whilst I of a God sing, I defy  
All help beneath that of a Deity.  
Great Father jove send from the Imperial Pole  
A heavenly spirit into my loyal soul,  
For now Divinities my Theme, even He  
Whom God himself hath said a God to be.   

III.  
GREATFR than CHARLES the great thou shalt be; I  
Aver it; for the Prophet would not lie,  
Who said a CHARLES, should from a CHARLES proceed  
Who should in Greatness CHARLES the Great exceed  
Great PRINCE this all men say is meant of Thee,  
The People's speech is Gods own speech say we.  
Surely Thou art already such an One  
As I the like on earth acknowledge none;  
Thy Splendor's such, as Traitorous is that eye  
which spies not in Thee supreme Majesty.  
Phoebus' himself's eclipsed by thy Rays,  
O object worthy of the Angel's praise!  
The Cherubins and Seraphins on High  
Are fit far to speak thy worth than I,  
So that I doubt 'twill be in me too great  
Presumption of so high a King to treat,  
And doubt like Phaeton whilst I a pitch  
Too high do soar, may fall down in ' the ditch:  
How ere I must proceed, doubts get ye gone,  
For I feel jove himself me spurring on.   

FOUR  
Create CHARLES at whose blessed birth Heaven did bring forth  
A Star foreshowing thy transcendent worth.  
Which added lustre unto Titan's light,  
More rare, more wonderful than he at's height,  
How can I choose but thee admire, and love,  
Being the offspring, and increase of Jove?  
Tell me ye whole Chaldaean race, what e'er  
Ye be, if that ye can, why then, and there  
It gloriously appeared, if not to show  
A God on Earth was born to us below?  
One that should us from Tyrant's woes deliver,  
Cut off th' entail of th' Beast and Oliver,  
Did not the star which did in th' East appear  
Full fi●teen hundred fifty and nine year  
Now past, to th' world betoken some such thing,  
Then being born a Saviour and a King?  
Both Saviour's; with reverence, here's the odds  
CHARLES is of men, CHRIST both of men an GOD'S.   

V  
CHARLES bodies, CHRIST souls, CHARLES in time, but CHRIST  
For ever saves, and is of Kings the highest.  
He CHARLES his Saviour is, as 'tis well known,  
And CHARLES him for his Saviour doth own.  
Ye Epicurean wits, who do surmise  
Yourselves to be so mystically wise,  
Fancying Religion to be like the Law  
Mere policy to keep bad men in awe:  
And think there's no such thing as providence;  
Come, and sit down by me, and learn from hence;  
Even from the Preservation of one,  
And he a King, that now sits on is throne,  
That God above who in the Heaven is  
Hath an especial care of all are his.  
Witness thee Scotland when as Thou didst bring  
Into a Labyrinth thy sacred King.  
And who but God did help him safe thereout?  
'Twas, He was He that did it, without doubt.  
Witness thee Wor'ster likewise; where though he  
Did show admired Magnanimity,  
And all the Caesars since the world begun  
Surpassed in what was fitting to be done;  
Yet being overpow'red ten to one,  
And most of's men of war slain, others gone,  
Also on every side with dangers clos'ed,  
In humane sense to noth, but death exposed,  
His Horse twice underneath him deadly shot,  
And the sad battle lasting overhot;  
when lo! behold a Troop of Angels were  
Sent by our God, to be his Lifeguard there,  
And safely thence convey Him in despite  
of Cromwel's fury, or the Devils might.   

VI  
'Twas God did put it in his mind to change  
His royal Robes for those that were more strange  
For such an High, and Mighty Prince to wear  
As He was, and to cut off all his hair,  
Whereby he could pass better undescried,  
And so himself, might in himself best hid:  
Thus He to Foes a dark cloud did appear,  
But to his truly friends a light most clear.  
I say it was his God who did cause this  
(By his own Genius) Metamorphosis.   

VII.  
Who was't great KING that made Ioves own dear Tree  
To lure thee to't, and therein safe to be?  
O sacred Tree? which didst at once enshrine  
Three Kingdoms well far, and a Power divine!  
Surely when He was in Thee, thou didst hold  
Such worth as Mortal man cannot unfold;  
Nay which of all the Angels can declare  
The heavenly thoughts contained then in thy  
The Oracle at Delphos never spoke  
Such truth, as He, when there He silence broke, Sphere?  
witness be Thou great Arbiter, above,  
Who didst Him hear, and his Supporter prove.   

VIII.  
'Twas thou who sa'vdst our King, and mad'st a Lane  
For his escape when CHARLES was in the wane,  
A lovely Lane, whose close Maeanders were  
So dark as none but friends could find him there?  
Sweet Madam Lane how much I have admired  
The holy wiles wherewith thou was't inspired?  
When as the Happiness of Kingdoms three  
Solely, and wholly trusted was with thee;  
Nver! ah never since Eve first did sin  
Did any woman threads so finely spin,  
Which though in haste, and danger they were drawn  
No fault could yet be found in all the Lane.   

XI.  
It was the Providence of GOD on high  
(Whose name be praised to all Eternity)  
Which did contrive ways (O how strange, and rare,  
How deep! how high, how vast his counsels are!)  
In order to our King's escape, and made  
The Sun to be preserved by the shade,  
Poor subjects now the Instruments to save  
A mighty King from foes, from Death and Grave.  
Who says that Miracles are ceased, since  
His safeties one, and must our thoughts convince?  
Not only many men, but women too  
The huge, and mighty load did undergo  
Of locking up a Secret in their breast,  
Such as by no means ought to be confessed,  
Women I say locked up safe in their breast  
A secret by no means to be confessed!  
A secret which temptations of Gold,  
Or threats of punishments could not unfold,  
A secret which most would have groaned under  
And of't to be delivered burst asunder.  
But GOD did hinder these from letting fall  
Such words as might their royal Guest enthrall;  
And did preserve him since in Spain and France.  
And the Low Countries to his own advance.  
Oh may, great Prince, the Lord whose mighty arm  
Upheld thee then, still keep thee from all harm.   

X  
'Tis Thee, Great Charles, I speak of, thee for whom  
I have so long prayed, let thy Kingdoms come:  
All which thy Kingdoms now are come to Thee,  
(Thanks be to God) and thou to them all three.  
The art come to them, and sure the Angels, they,  
Even Gods own Host Thee guarded by the way.  
And doubtless he's an Atheist who not sings  
Beholding Thee brought home on Angels wings.  
No Sadduce but would confess the same,  
Had he our Charles seen then, when thus he came:  
No Sceptic aught to doubt of this, and I  
Think, to gainsay it, comes near Blasphemy.  
O how those Angels at their Office joyed,  
In which the Lord of Hosts had them employed!  
And to behold those who had sinners been,  
Even Rebels late now turned from their sin;  
There is no doubt, those Messengers of Light  
Who do rejoice when men turn to the right,  
But that they did triumph when our King came,  
For unsquared hearts he then put into frame:  
So that at's landing I may boldly say  
Both men, and Angels kept a holy day.   

XI.  
Hail CHARLES! who came so well attended, hail  
To whom GOD Neptune did his Trident veil,  
And his dear Amphitrite gladly bring  
All her fair Nymphs to view so great a King:  
No wonder then that calm the waters were  
Sith Neptune Master CHARLES himself was there.  
Besides the Sea-GOD had the winds commanded  
Not to be boisterous till his guest was landed;  
And had a mind to see's own daughters dance  
Before the true, and la lawful Heir of France;  
The same who rules great Brittany, and with all  
Ireland, those Seas the narrow Seas we call,  
Whose moving Castles make the Ocean tremble,  
And some of its great Borderers dissemble.  
Witness thee Holland, and the rest; but I  
Now leave you strinking sail to's Mijesty.   

XII.  
Hail CHARLES once more of whom the Sea-Gods care  
So great was, that He in his arms you bare,  
And in whose presence so much mirth did pass  
As after times will doubt how great it was.  
Some say the waters smiled for joy, cause they  
Your comp'ny had, ' this merry month of May,  
And some affirm the fish your health did quaff,  
Whilst the sea Goddesses did sing, and laugh;  
Some Fish did half above the waters rise,  
Offering themselves to you a sacrifice;  
Others as sure to leap for joy were seen,  
As if that they had there transported been,  
And certain 'tis, some wondered to see  
The very ship that held your Majesty,  
And well may this be true, sith I do know  
Some men as well as Fishes that did so.  
O famous ship which didst three Kingdoms hold!  
This Argo's glory who can well unfold?  
O ship whose precious lading sure was such  
As that all India was not worth so much:  
O ship deserving highly to be graced  
And 'mongst the Stars in Heaven to be placed;  
Sith it hath brought of Mortals all, the flower  
Unto the British shore, in a good hour,  
Which some Fish following would not give over  
Unltil they saw you safe arrived at Dover.   

XIII.  
Now might Pythagoras have hea'rd if e'er  
The pleasant Music of each heavenly Sphere,  
And I myself, had I above them been,  
Ioves Choristers for joy triumphing seen;  
Yea some have thought that the damned spirits below  
Had intermission of their torments now,  
And Heraclitus though he ne'er before  
Was seen to laugh, might have laughed on this score,  
But certain 'tis some persons I did view  
who were so glad, as they themselves not known.   

XIV.  
Some in their thoughts so rapt now up on high  
As with their heads they touched i lofty sky  
Some knew not whether on the Earth they went,  
Or their feet trod upon the Firmament.  
Other some could not possibly refrain  
Aloud by words their gladness to explain.  
Some hollowed as if that they had meant  
The air to cleave, and clouds asunder rend  
By their exceeding noise, which was so great  
As it did reach up to Olympus' seat;  
Nor is't a wonder this was done by men  
Sith conduits French, and Spanish uttered then.   

XV.  
But O how Neptune foamed for anger, when  
He saw that you would part, and how He then  
Roared for grief, when you were near the shore,  
Fearing He might not see you any more;  
And when he saw that you would from him go,  
He bade the rising billows answer No,  
And so they did, which many an one did hear  
Who to your landing place were very near,  
And for a need the truth thereof can swear,  
For they did see the same when they were there.    

Lib. 2.  

I.  
And did the King at Dover land? then O  
You Dubrians thank him for doing so,  
Thank Him for ever for the great renown  
His Majesty did bring unto your Town;  
Now  be said whilst Sol his course shall run  
Here landed CHARLES our King, St. CHARLES his son.  
Fame will ride Post proclaiming the world over  
That CHARLES the Martyr's son did land at Dover.  
What land so barbarous as will not hear  
In short time now of famous Dover Peer?  
And what brave Soul who is at's own command  
Will not come see the place where CHARLES did land?  
O sacred Place! (and be't in th' Annals put)  
That had the honour first to to kiss his foot:  
All ye that see it revetently bow,  
And with devout affection Kiss it now;  
Fond Pilgrims who St. Thomas footsteps kiss,  
Behold King Charles' holier than his!  
(I mean the footsteps of St. Tom a Becket  
Who in the World did once make heavy racket,  
CHARL'S footsteps are divine, and who shall trace  
His steps, he doth to heaven bend his race  
Much surely are we bounden to our King,  
Who leads the way which doth to Heaven bring.   

II.  
CHARLES did at Dover land; a happy day  
●or ●s it was the twenthy sixth of May,  
Th' one thousandth year six hundred and threescore  
Of CHRST our SAVIOUR, when he came o'er;  
A day and year not e'er to be forgot,  
He is a Rebel sanctifies it not:  
The Sun did then put on his brightest Rays,  
And with brave Monk attend him on his ways,  
Now with all Christendom might Kent alone  
Have surely stood in competition:  
Sole Kent all Christendom then need not fear  
When our most High, and Mighty CHARLES is there,  
What named I CHARLES? that very name doth spell  
Deliverance, if we observe it well:  
Can have delivered us but He alone,  
None could have tied the hearts of men but He  
In Millions of knots of amity.  
Hen'ry the Roses, James two Kingdoms joined,  
But CHARLES was He three Kingdoms that entwined  
And O how mightily all things rejoiced  
As soon as our Kings landing safe was noised!  
As if they had esteemed it high Treason  
To have done otherwise in such a season:  
The Bells ' o'erjoyed were heard this Psalm to sing  
Over, and over oft, God save the King:  
The Churches they stood still; and it is well  
They did so, Lambert once had rung their knell,  
The Orthodox Divines did joy (and pray)  
Their joys were Orthodox, as well as they:  
They gave God thanks their sovereign was r●turn●●  
(And well they might, their live were adjou●n●●  
until his coming:) and the Guns great sou●●  
Drowned all, and made brains to their King tu●● roun●  
Such as before not much inclined were  
To do so, yet they did it, He being there.   

III.  
Nature was now beheld in her best dress  
To welcome home so longed-for a Guest,  
I saw the trees clad in a green attire,  
And some for joy even up to heaven aspire:  
I saw the Earth with flowers herself adorn,  
(Never more fine before since I was borne,)  
And in her lap the Lily, and the Rose,  
Israel's bravest King came short of those,  
(In all his Royalty he ne'er alas!  
As they were then (I know't) so clothed was.)  
I saw the very Beasts towered Him make haste  
Fearing, it seems, which of them should come la●●  
This is most certain I can boldly say,  
Some Horses which to Dover came that day,  
Together with their Riders can explain  
This Truth of mine, should I be thought to feign.  
And why may this unlikely seem to be,  
Sith some the very stones themselves did see  
Move CHARLS-ward on the beach; this is most true  
Many an honest man had him in view.  
But that which seemth yet to some more strange  
Is, that some Rebels than were seen the change  
To ring, (for joy of's landing) yet 'tis so,  
God moved their hearts to what their wills said no.   

iv  
But what I now shall witness will appear  
Less disputable, sigh it is so clear.  
I saw bright Phoebus with a cheerful eye  
Humbly salute his sacred Majesty,  
His earnestness was such to kiss his hand,  
As Monk his own self could not him withstand,  
True 'tis the great Commander did desire,  
To keep him off, but he grew hot as fire  
By the repulse; he would not be said no;  
For why? he knew't his duty to do so:  
And therefore he this took so much amiss,  
As when Monk bowed his Sovereign's hand to kiss;  
He in revenge of th' offered disgrace  
With red hot beams did fly into his face,  
But when as Phoebus saw 'twas Monk did stand  
Between them, he was friends and kissed his hand, wise  
Even as he did his sacred Majesties:  
More needs not here, few words are best to th'   

V  
But then how joyful the good General was  
To see his Sovereign in so good a Case,  
Cheerful, and well arrived; without control  
It cannot be expressed by any Soul,  
Surely his heart did in his body dance  
To a great height, even in the sight of France.  
The sight of France which truly I do know  
Unto my King obedience to owe,  
Make, make them paid, O mighty Man of war,  
The name of Monks enough all France to scare,  
Thou that hast here three Nations conquered soon  
Surely may'st a l c mode quick conquer one;  
And do thou banish those base Knaves from thence  
Who banished CHARLES, what e'er was their pretence  
Increase of honour shall thy Temple's Crown,  
And Albemarle be ever in renown.   

VI  
Befooled and Mazerined France repent, repent,  
Who twice didst send our Prince to banishment,  
Our Phoenix Prince extracted from the sum  
Of the blessed ashes of true Martyrdom;  
By my consent thy Antic modes we'll banish,  
And drink no other wine but what is Spaish.  
Nor will we though some Prote'stants now stick  
To love the faithful Spanish Catholic,  
For their great Charity did reach from Spain  
Past Faith and Hope, e'en unto Charles his wain;  
Heaven notice takes thereof, and hath set down  
So good a work, and echoes its renown.   

VII.  
Would GOD I had the whole world in a string  
That I might now present it to my King,  
Yet had I so I really believe  
Like Alexander, I should sadly grieve  
Because there were no more worlds, whereof I  
Might make a present to his Majesty.  
Ah! how it sadd's me that it should be true  
Some yet should think much to pay him his due,  
When all they have too little for him is.  
For they being Traitors all they have is his,  
'Tis his by right, what ever they possess,  
And all true Cavelleers believe no less.   

VIII  
Brave Cavalleers, the expectations which,  
At your King's landing did your hearts enrich:  
And the great hopes and joys you did surround,  
I'll leave it unto Fame herself to sound;  
Who commonly although she do report  
Actions at large, in this she must come short.  
For let her speak the utmost that she can,  
She can't speak out the thoughts of many a man,  
Who thither came; nor more than she can mine,  
Whose heart to him 'bove E la doth incline.  
Heaven knows my heart, He knows I wish t'endear Him,  
So much to me, as he might place me near Him;  
Then should I think myself with God to be,  
For where King CHARLES is, sure enough is Herald   

IX.  
From- Dover my dear Prince of high renown  
Was pleased to bend his march to Barham Dawn,  
Attended by a noble train of those,  
Whose chief delight themselves was to expose  
To any danger, or do any thing,  
Wherein they might show duty to their King,  
Some of them were of that same golden number  
Who many nights did neither sleep, nor slumber,  
For very grief ofs Majesty's hard case,  
To think how he from's Kingdoms banished was,  
And they together with him, and the reason  
Forsooth must be cause he committed Treason;  
A King act Treason? Ye why not? just so  
Heaven may turn Traitor to the Earth below,  
Divinity itself accused be  
For strange Rebellion 'gainst Humanity,  
This this a lass was the pretended cause,  
But sure it is that the intended was  
Unto this cursed end, that they themselves  
Who banished him (Hobgobling, Furies, Elves,)  
Might play their frantic tricks, and dance the rounds  
Whilst He was sure enough without their bounds:  
And that they might his Treasure, and his Lands  
His Forts and castles keep in their own hands.  
Lord God of Heaven, was ever the like known,  
As what hath been in this age of our own?  
Let all the Histories are penned be viewed,  
If one can match our case, I will be Hughed,  
And with old Oliver, and Bradshaw dwell,  
And I do think I had as good b'in Hell.   

X.  
But stay in following these we're gone so far!  
Out of the way, as lets see where we are,  
(The Lord have mercy on us) Hell well nigh,  
Where Oliver and Bradshaw I espy,  
And Hugh likewise, O how my heart doth burn  
Into the way I strayed from, to return.  
My meaning is toward Barham Down, where I  
With mine own eyes beheld his Majesty,  
In tranced I did see this blessed sight.  
When Paul-like I was ravished with delight,  
At his right hand the Duke of York did ride,  
And Gloster Duke close by his brother's side,  
(Brave Souls! whose fame surmounted hath the Stars  
As they have Merc'ry, and the God of wars.)  
At's left great Monk with reverence did attend him,  
And ready was, and willing to defend Him  
If any need had been, but thee was none,  
Charles had been safe, had he been here alone.   

XI.  
But O how many Noble souls were there,  
To see their longed for Sun, shine in his sphere,  
And the bright morning Star which did fore run  
The fair, and glorious rising of that Sun  
Leading wise men unto their King, good Lord  
Thou knowest, who there thy presence didst afford!  
This, This was at sweet Barham Down, the Down  
Which after times shall ere have in renown:  
It will not need be now for me to say  
That here 'twas Caesar did bis Host array,  
Tush, this is nothing to the glory which  
Our King bestowed, whose sight did it enrich,  
For why? hereof great Barham Down since boasts  
When CHARLES was there, were many Lords of Hosts.   

XII.  
Rejoice ye men of Barham for the honour  
Your King, and Nobles then bestowed upon Her,  
For here the Royal meeting was, 'twas here  
Where a God did in humane shape appear,  
And reconcile himself to man'y of those  
Who had of late been his degenerate foes:  
Five thousand and six hundred years and more  
By seven it is (I surely know) before  
The world was made, since which there hath not been  
Any Sight here so glorious to be seen;  
Great King I thank thee, cause Thou didst appear,  
And honour that same place which I live near.   

XIII.  
Welcome great Prince, whose presence now we see  
Makes us once more good Christians to be,  
Alas! before unto us thou didst come,  
'tis said we were no part of Christendom;  
Thou hast R'eligion raised, God's fair daughter,  
Of which most talked of, though but few sought after:  
We fore thy coming could not find her out  
She was so foully mangled by the rout,  
And in a monstrous hurry (O sad story;)  
Was made away with by the Directory  
In a Scotch mist, and buried in the City  
Of factious London, ah the more's the pity!   

XIV.  
Welcome great Prince, and all thy Subjects Royal  
Who are come with Thee, and continued loyal;  
Our sin the cause was that ye banished were,  
For we, alas! moved too much out of square,  
And now good Prince we'll mend our lives by Thine,  
You b'ing a sacred Pattern shall be mine,  
Such had been great King David, and his son  
Had both their virtues in one current run  
Unmixed with vice; and such had Adam been  
Had He held out a stranger unto sin.   

XV.  
Thrice welcome great Prince to thy Kingdoms three,  
Whose whole Wellbeing rests so much in thee;  
Thou art beloved both of God and man,  
To this both heaven and earth bear witness can;  
And sigh that thy great GOD, who is the King  
Of Kings and Lords, who ruleth every thing,  
Loves thee so well, and makes all hearts to love thee,  
And hath placed none except himself above thee.  
Surely we honour aught thy sacred name,  
And to the throne of Jove extol thy Fame  
Make thee our Centre, and draw every line  
Of love unto it, 'cause thou art divine   

XVI.  
You are divine, and in you is the sum  
Of all that's good in Kings through Christendom,  
The several virtues which do make them be  
Accounted royal, all abound in Thee  
Unmixed with their vices: Your heart wears  
The Spanish wisdom, but its pride forbears,  
The French activity you own and love,  
But of their fickleness do not approve.  
The like may said be of the rest, but I  
Cannot delineate the Cosmography  
Of your endowments, which such are, that all  
May you le Grand Charles, & le boon Charles call  
Round Hypocrites themselves this truth confess  
In heart, what ere their lying tongues express.   

XVII.  
You are divine, and all your words are true  
As Oracles, your actions Laws renew;  
Your Prudence, and your valour both excel,  
And Temperance and Justice in you dwell;  
Your other virtues, too, so many are  
That they the stars surpass in number far:  
And true 'tis I the Stars do finite know  
To be; but, Sir, your virtues are not so.  
May King and Angels on you wait, all who  
Highly admire your words and actions too.   

XVIII.  
You are divine above all earthly things,  
Descended from more than a hundred Kings,  
Hence in your veins, the quintessence doth flow  
Of the best blood of all the gods below.  
You are divine much after Gods own heart,  
To whom he hath vouchsafed to impart  
So many specral graces, as if He  
Had you intended a Monopoly.  
You are divine, intuitively such  
As from God's Angel doth not differ much,  
Whereby you in yourself a Council are,  
Such as excels all earthly Councils far.  
You are divine, and on you all may see  
(Who are not blind) such beams of Majesty  
Darted from Heaven, as do plainly make  
You of God's image royal to partake.  
You are divine, and only him are under  
Who made of noth ', and fills the world with wonder.  
Princely's your port! Imperial is your face!  
Sacred your eyes, and heavenly is your Grace!  
You are divine by Father and by Mother,  
A pair, such as the world can't show another:  
He the world's mirror is, and so is she,  
The like are you unto Eternity.  
Pardon great Prince this my attempt to speak  
Of your perfections since my skills so weak  
That it of them (alas!) comes shorter far  
Than th' earth is distant from a fixed star.  
And O dear (Marry, mother of my King,  
And God, pray speak my pardon for this thing.  
(Hail Marry full of Grace, the Lord with thee  
Be with, thou amongst women blessed be;  
And blessed be the fruit of thy chaste womb,  
The King of Triumphs, Heir of Martyrdom,  
Thus royal souls do pray with one accord  
Through Jesus CHRIST our only saving Lord.    

LIB. 3.  

I.  
Now call I Heaven above, and Earth below  
To witness whether I say truth or no;  
Before our King's return mnay soar neck  
Was vexed with tumours, which no Art could check,  
Which he hath cured, even with a touch,  
Nol or the Rump could not do half so much,  
The cures they did, they did them with a string,  
With Sword and Pistol, or with some such thing.  
They killed, not cured; they saved never an One,  
CHARLES cureth many, but he killeth none:  
His very presence only hath abated,  
O'er three whole Nations swell so dilated,  
As some thought them incurable, and I  
Know that the cure for man was much too high.  
All ye that scruple to believe, until  
Your sight convince your Reason 'gainst your will,  
Go see your King do things all sense above,  
And tell me then if that your hearts don't move  
Kingward, and whether you not think that He  
Participates much of Divinity.  
For my part I believe he doth, and why?  
behold! he acteth things for man too high!  
〈◊〉 never yet could any reason see  
●or these his cures, most wonderful to me,  
The more I do admire them, I the more  
Admire, and still admiring ne'er give o'er.   

II.  
Grear King, before You came, we had threescore  
Viceroys to king it over us, nay more,  
God knows how many, yea our servants all  
Our rebel Masters were both great and small.  
Did not we do what they would have us then,  
The Table's turned, we must turn Serving-men,  
And wait their worship's pleasures: O rare change!  
When all things did thus arsie versie range:  
And little better with us, 'twould have been,  
Had the wolf chanced to rule in the Lamb's skin.   

III.  
Now to the end that aftertimes may know  
As we do (to our cost) and shun the woe,  
To have a Church and State (alack!) without  
A Head and Guide, I here have set ours out  
In part, as it was lately; ah how then  
Transcendent were the sins of our Churchmen!  
Even so as that Hyperboles most high  
Too weak are to express their summity!  
Ye Mytered Angels, and ye Priests divine  
Did not unto their crying sins incline.  
'Twas ye Geneva Bulls were much to blame,  
Yea wild, and some doubt, ye are scarce yet tame,  
So as ye will to wolves and foxes be  
Joined rather, then unto the Hierarchy,  
And first make choice of any Jack to reign  
Then your own King, if he fit not your vein:  
And O how strongly are ye bend to be  
Each one of you that in Epitome  
You can't at large; and make your fingers small  
More heavy than the loins of Bishops all!  
This is so true as none may doubt of this  
Hypotyposial Periphrasis.  
Your crimes are such as have ascended to  
That place to which scarce Anti-Kings will go  
And they who th' Heavenly Hierarchy can't ever  
Endure; amongst the Angels dwell may never,  
As some do think: who do in Heaven prove  
Order to be, as well as joy and love.  
Sure there is order there and Monarchy,  
Or else no place 'twere for a Deity ..  
And is this so? O then let Earth resign  
Its model, to heavens pattern most divine.  
And my dear Prince sigh you intent to reign  
In wished for Peace, order in Church maintain.  
Now by your leave, I will proceed, and say  
Litely in what confusion we lay.   

iv  
Before you came, alas! both Church and State  
Were in condition most disconsolate,  
Our learned and best Divines they were put out,  
And Weathercocks put in, which turned about  
Nol-wards or Rump-wards, they not cared which,  
So that the wind which blew did them enrich:  
The Lord forgive them, how was't in their mind lief,  
Instantly to embrace each rising wind!  
They preached what they themselves did not be▪  
And like old Hugh each one laughed in his sleeve  
At their deluded Auditors to see  
What fools, they were, and would so cheated be.  
And this to the end they might more slily do,  
Extremely long they prayed, and preached too,  
So as they wearied God himself thereby,  
Who hated their prolix hypocrisy:  
Treason and Nonsense were the usual flowers  
Wherewith they graced their sermons of two hours  
Too long, alas! no loyal Subject could  
Hear them with patience, so blaspheme they would  
God and their King; one would have thought t●● dev●●  
Had spoken in them, or some spirit evil.  
The Sacraments that are the bonds of Peace  
They would not give, lest unity should increase  
Whereby men might agree in one, and bring  
Him home, whom they had long preached down their Kin●  
The Church's stones sometimes to weep were see●  
Whilst in their presence these things preached h●●● been  
And I am sure so fretted was old Paul,  
In the mean while, as he was like to fall;  
And God himself being angry, his wrath burned  
And hath them now out of their Pulpits turned,  
And O how justly! for as sure as Gun  
Would them uphold, this commonly was done.   

V  
Before you came our Nations were a Jail,  
A headless Monster, with a Nose and Tail,  
A hellish Bedlam without any light,  
Oceana like, a senfless Babel right;  
A second Chaos more difform by far  
Than was the first, for now did meet and jar  
The seeds of all Antipathies together,  
And in a most unnatural War persever.  
The wrangling Elements did struggle all  
●ike scolds at Billingsgate in a fier● brawl,  
●nd we like Moles, did in the darkness live,  
No Sun, or Stars to us the light did give:  
●nd whilst we thus were muffled up with woe,  
O dismal case! few knew that they were so  
That sickness is most probable to kill  
That doth not let the Patient know He's ill;)  
●las! this sickness did the heart oppress,  
●et in most danger still we feared the less:  
Whilst our State-mountebanks gave hopes and said,  
●●l's well no doubt, you need not be afraid.  
〈◊〉 the mean while, lo! they such Physic gave  
〈◊〉 might prolong the Cure, but would not save;  
●●d then they did administer most strong  
●●d violent purges, which wrought over long;  
●●d when they saw these did not do that good  
●hey did expect, they fell to letting blood  
●…n the Basilick vein, and let it run  
●●till Death had their Patients seized on,  
〈◊〉 times! O madness this was our sad case  
whilst the proud heels usurped the heads place.   

V  
Sir 'fore you came, our Laws (O horrid!) stood  
Like Draco's ah! all turned into blood,  
And our choice Rights were not disputed, but  
Like to the Gourdian knot asunder cut,  
Or else blown up with Gunpowder; and which  
Is more; such cruelty did then bewitch  
Our new fleged Tyrants, that they burdens lay  
Too heavy on us, yet stormed when we prayed  
For our deliverance; ready to give o'er,  
If we cried out, than they would load us more;  
And when our backs, and sinews all were stray●●…  
They would but jeer us and give out we feigned   

VI  
Nor were, these all the mischiefs, we endured,  
And with which we a long time were enured:  
During your absence, Sir alas! no soul  
Can set them out they were so sad and foul.  
Worse than the Plagues of Egypt they sent out  
Strange Caterpillars, their own rabble rout,  
Their Myrmidons, and Furies came to fear us;  
Their Teazers, and their Bloodhounds cam● 〈◊〉 tear 〈◊〉  
The Centaurs, Nemesis, and Atropos,  
Came rushing in with Aeacus, and Abros,  
Minos and those 〈◊〉 brother●, Rhadamanthus  
Brought with them Proserpin and many others;  
Sphynx, and the Satyrs with Medusa came,  
The Minotaures and Gorgon's did the same:  
Even Cerberus himself was now let lose,  
With the huge monstrous Giant bold Typheus',  
And the damned bats of Acheron and Nox.  
Together with them brought Pandora's box,  
And Aeta's daughter, men in show divine  
With hellish Charms turned into monstrous swine:  
Aello, Celaeno and Ocypete  
Coming to help fill up the Tragedy  
And that which added most unto our doom  
Was that old Nic himself did also come!  
This was our Case, and ten times worse, Great King,  
Before you came; but now there's no such thing.   

VIII.  
But what must we be called all this while?  
Forsooth a Commonwealth; a goodly stile!  
But certainly it was a common woe,  
The Lord of Heaven knew it to be so:  
Where Traitors even such as were of old  
A Metempsuchosis did now unfold;  
For Cain, and judas with proud Catiline  
Returned were in vizards most divine,  
Cruel Procrustes with Tiberius Nero,  
Busiris, Phalaris, and Biberius Mero:  
Besides th' Athenian tender hearted crew  
Did Rumpishly our miseries renew.  
Ah! such strange Monsters as now in our Isle  
Reigned; ne'er were seen in afric, Ind, or Nile,  
Where to the making up our English Saints  
The Infidel, Turks, jews, and Sycophants,  
The subtle Fox, the Panther, and Hyena,  
The Hydra, Crocodile, and Amphisbena,  
The Mermaids, Tigers, and the Scorpion  
Did all most divelishly concur in one.  
Religion these did look on as a babble,  
And GOD'S own sacred word as a mere fable:  
How many thousand souls were heretofore,  
And ere the world doth end how many more  
(Yet still before their grand cheats, they would fast,  
And pray and preach unto the very last.)  
Will be betrayed by the great abuse  
Of that word which is of most Sovereign use;  
And though Religion have been made a bawd  
To Pride, Ambition, Avarice, and Fraud,  
A stirrup to get up to Kingly power,  
A lather to ascend rich Croesus' Tower,  
And though that under neath its mask some have  
Been naught, and vile, and often played the Knave.  
Yet 'tis impossible for any one  
To climb to Heaven without Religion.  
Laverniones now regarded were,  
But few did to Apollo honour bear,  
For by Bellona Themis banished was,  
Astraea, and Minerva in like case;  
Mnemosyne of small account was deemed,  
And all the nine as little were esteemed,  
Witness thee Clio, and Melpomene,  
Euterpe, Thalia, Calliope,  
And thou Terpsichore, and Erato,  
Polymnia, and bright Urania too;  
Oxford and Cambridge also witness may  
This for a need no more beloved than they;  
And our Metropolis can likewise show  
This truth, from whence much of our was did flow,  
Where some with rampant Liberty grew mad,  
And Parl'aments without their Head as bad,  
Where Cross, and Harp in the Rumps breaches joined  
With God without them, you might ever find:  
Where our Prorectors Rebels did protect,  
But loyal Subjects kill, or else reject,  
Where Councils (such of safety men did call)  
Made it their common course us to enthrall:  
Keepers of Liberty did help t' enslave  
Three Nations, and brought them to their grave;  
If this a Commonwealth were, surely Hell  
A Common wealth may styled be as well.   

IX.  
Ah in my absence we did God forsake  
And had got near unto Avernus' lake,  
'Tis thou hast brought us back again, who fear  
Should thou not stay, we should be as we were;  
And that full soon, and altogether by  
The ears; sure such would be our destiny!  
Like damned Enceladus the Rump once more  
Would vent its flames out as it did before;  
And what is it John Lambert would not do  
To drive his ends, though he to Hell might go?  
Goblins and Elves, and Furies than would dance  
And lead the female Quakers in a Trance,  
And the new Lights would rise th' old to Eclipse,  
And she fanatics roundly will-E-wipse.  
Nay which is more than this? 'tis thought by some  
(And so think I) Pluto again would come  
And act his old scene o'er, and a worse too,  
If Hugh, and He could possibly it do,  
Together with their black Crew, for 'tis said  
They have a mind to it, and the plot is laid.   

X.  
Now enter Hugh, the bellows of our evil,  
An instrument most fitting for the Devil,  
Thou Tumbler, Lurcher, and Virtumnian spawn,  
Thou Traitorous Mountebank, fit to be drawn  
Hanged, and quartered, and thy limbs on high  
Set up, Rebellious souls to terrify.  
Amphibious Villain! I no words can find  
Which can set out thy false, and double mind  
Art Thou not Hugh that Hocus Pocus which  
Racked Hell, and skimed Don Dis thyself t' enrich  
That linsy woolsy sacred Dragoneer,  
Who in sheep's clothing foremost didst appear most High,  
Against thy King, and first gave fire?  
So doing did he not at thee let fly  
His damned shot? yes surely that he did;  
For thine Anointed in thyself was hid.)  
Thou cruel wolf that washed thy impious paws  
In Sovereign blood in spite of holy Laws,  
Or of the Lord himself? who did command  
That thou shouldst honour, but him not withstan▪  
Art Thou not He! who wouldst not College have?  
'Cause thence thou wert expelled like a knave,  
And the Tower's Records greatly didst desire  
To see translated into flames of fire:  
Withal advise that some would Paul's confound  
(Even reverend Paul's) and raze it to the ground:  
And then pave Thamesstrete with its (sacred) stones,  
Which, since their wicked motion, have their groans  
Sent up to Heaven, and brought down on thy head  
God's Vengeance, which will shortly strike thee dead.  
O hellish Monster who hast been most vile,  
Murdering one Father, th' other in exile  
Labouring with all thy Power to send, even thine  
Own Country's Father, gracious, and divine;  
And likewise hast been so extremely base,  
As to throw dirt in thine own Mother's face,  
And oft to stumble at a straw, wert seen,  
But high. and mighty blocks leap over clean,  
To strain much at a gnat, (O tender soul)  
Yet easily devour a Camel whole:  
Church Ceremonies thou couldst not endure,  
And yet thou mad'st it nothing to inure  
Thyself to an offence dark and unclean  
As Witchcraft; damned Rebellion I mean,  
Rebellion, that fowl, and filthy sin  
Which thy black soul deeply was bathed in.)  
Thou cry'dsi 'gainst Bishops, why was allthy moan  
They Anti-christian were cause Thou wast none:  
The Hierarchy most altogether down  
In policy thence to supplant the Crown;  
For there's no greater Truth in any thing,  
Then this tried rule, no Bishop, and no King.  
Art thou not He? who under the pretence  
Of Piety, helped banish it, from hence:  
And like a Player in the Pulpit showed  
Thy canting tricks, ah, how most vile. and lewd!  
Thundering out Providence a Prologue to  
Some horrid act thou wert about to do.  
And wonderfully swallow down thy throat  
Engagements, Oaths, and Covenants, & what not?  
With as much ease as jugglers do their Knives,  
Or thou embracedst Zealous loving wives,  
Or some strange lightning which the blade doth melt  
Within the Sheath, whilst that no scorching felt.  
Art thou not He? that didst lead out o'th' way  
The fervent Sisters, both by night, and day,  
Even when they came to hear thee pray, and preach  
Thou didst design them then, to over reach:  
Oh! how lascivious was thy intent  
Let Sinners judge of the long Parliament:  
I hope they ne'er may hear you any more,  
Nor the stout butcher beat you out o'th' door.  
Art thou not He? who with thy cunning pate  
Emptyedst the weaker vessels of their Plate,  
And when thou mad'st most show to seek the Lord  
Thou then most playd'st the Devil under board.  
Thimbles, and Bodkinss Jewels, and the like,  
Made them their Husbands with the scabbard strike;  
Thou having drawn the sword: O mighty man.  
Of war what flesh could once withstand Thee the▪  
In those thy Rampant days, when women risen  
Betimes, resolved to be led by th' Nose  
By a a seducing Sophister, whose end  
To lust, gain, and Rebellion did tend.  
In these thy summum bonum thou didst place  
Grand Hypocrite, even when thy Text was Grace  
Bible, as well as Alcoran might burn  
Alike for Thee, when thou hadst served thy turn,  
Thou Boanerges, Fire brand, Chaplain fell  
Most fit for Nol, and for the Devil in Hell.   

XI.  
But stay how now, Nol, and the Devil here  
I find conjoined, as they at Wor'ster were,  
And know not well how I shall part them, so  
For ought I see they must together go:  
O may they never more return, lest they  
Should join with new lights, and renew the fray,  
And like so many jack with lanterns blaze,  
And madmen make and fools lead Lambert's maze,  
Whereby a Monk may needful be once more  
To fright away the Spirits as before,  
And mystically set them such a spell,  
As Heaven alone could his good meaning tell,  
Georg the Great Arbiter of three whole Nations,  
O'er threw the Dragon to our admirations,  
And many a woodcock took in his dark net,  
Which he to th' purpose for john Lambert set  
'Mongst many there; but O behold th' event  
Both strange, and true, Jack in a box was penned.   

XII.  
What oracle that e'er was heard of vented  
Such dextrous language as George complemented?  
'Tis well that He himself knew what it meant  
Before the Posts, and chains did give it vent,  
How strange a Card to the Rebellious Rump,  
And it's well wishers did He turn up Trump,  
Who in a Northern mist white powder shot,  
Which scattered all his foes, yet sounded not.  
George on his horse, scarce seen, nor understood,  
Did conjure our of evil what is good,  
Good for the King. and Kingdoms, and for All  
Who date their rising from grand Rebels fall.   

XIII.  
The Dragon being conquered, and his Tail  
Pickled in sauce: whilst Fools did it bewail,  
George, and his Boys, O rare! the Rump did roast  
By such a fire, as was unseen by most,  
And unfelt too, till they the sauce did make  
And the true Members did their Places take,  
Who did assess what reckoning should be paid  
By those who had so many souls betrayed.   

XIIII.  
And now john Lambert tell me what that trick  
availed thee, thou served'st honest Dick?  
In Him persuading timely to resign  
His usurped place, that so it might be thine.  
And Dick where art thou now, (old Noll his son)  
Who Whilom hadst so many Healths begun  
Unto thy Father's Landlord? (if thou be  
Esteemed, or not, it shall not trouble me:  
I never was thy favourite, not his  
Nor the Rumps lover, (hang him up that is.)  
And what's become of all that perjured fry  
That vowed to God with thee to live, and die?  
They may one part keep of their vow, but when  
They'll keep it all, we shall see wonders then.  
Surely they with the New lights vanished be,  
For I not any one of them can see;  
I hope they ne'er will come again to cause  
Fools wander from their God, and from their Laws,  
Nor Monk occasion when they go astray,  
To bring them back into the King's high way,   

XV.  
Now thanks to thee good Monk, to whom God gave  
A large Commission, Nations to save,  
And Liberty to wear wise Gyges' ring  
To the advantage of thyself, and King,  
With strength to vanquish that Chimaera which  
Had joined with Mars three Nations to bewitch;  
Thou like God Janus truly haste divined,  
Looking not only 'fore thee, but behind;  
And beyond Argus such watch still didst keep  
As that no Mercury could make thee sleep.  
'Twas thou who stoutly (maugre all thy Foes)  
With burning Tongues held'st Cromwell by the Nose,  
And when as Atlas' shoulders did incline,  
Thou then all Britain didst uphold with thine.  
Monk! thou great Monk! whose worth a loan out spells  
And weighs down all the Monks in Rooms proud Cells.  
Pronounced I Monk? Why? then the man I named  
Who by a word both Land, and Sea new framed.  
Made the round world look square, out of night  
Extracted Day, out of a Chaos Light:  
I challenge all the Heathen Gods to one  
To do the like as mighty Monk hath done.  
The Name alone of Monk conquer more  
Than all the Guns in several years before,  
No Canon sounded like the Name of Monk,  
At whose report Lambert his homes in shrunk,  
And the scared Rumpers foully did bewray  
Their sears, and so most sweetly run away.  
And now I hope we may good times regain,  
For now (the LORD be praised) my CHARLES dot● 'raigne  
Well may he long do so, to his content,  
And live our KING, our Laws, and PARLIAMENT    

ANd now great JOVE my thanks aeccept I pray  
For bringing me thus forward in my way.  
Unto my KING, in sounding his renown  
Whose Triumphs blessed Eternity will Crown,  
Momus himself must needs, be strucken dumb  
Now CHARLES, (next under GOD'S,) his Kingdom's com●  
His Kingdoms come, and happy will be they  
Who fear their GOD, and do their KING obey.   
Amen.  
Finished june 1660.