A panegyric TO THE KING.  

GReat Sir, may all the World give you Content,  
And especially your Parliament;  
You I. account in state of Marriage are,  
The Wife's happy when you yourself so rare.  
All things, says the Philosopher, most happy be,  
According to the rise of each degree:  
That being done, things then will run most even;  
And great men below, live as 'twere in Heaven:  
Kings are like Gods, and therefore what they do say  
Is like the Oracle, to make us brisk and gay.  
And who won't by so good a King be lead,  
Wants Faith, and has Wind-mills in his Head.  
'Tis red, we must not boast of to Morrow,  
For if we do, 'tis the way to Sorrow:  
Let Time bring with it, and from her Womb  
Let her yield healths Daughter, or Sickness Son;  
Since he has  told us as to the Succession,  
He won't make voided by any great Concession:  
For Fathers, Mothers, and great Brothers dear,  
Legerdemain Nature, and they vanquish fear:  
'Tis each ones Case, we prefer a Brother  
Before Strangers, or yet any other.  
And shall we desire the same thing from him,  
Our Good, our Merciful, and our Gracious King?  
Nothing so bad that possibly can again  
Touch the Anointed, and his Golden Train:  
None would, or has a Power or Heart to do,  
But the Damned jesuit, and his Bloody Crew.  
Religion true, commands Obedience still  
To Kings, whether they are good, or whether ill,  
Since 'tis its Precepts, not to let fly  
Against blessed Christian Monarchy.  
For if that we do, in our own Nets we  
Shall be taken into Captivity,  
And carried to the dismal place of those,  
Where Joys fly off, and dismal sorrow grows.  
Let Prayers to Heaven therefore constant be  
For Kings, and all that are in Authority,  
For Parliaments, and also for Religion,  
Making chased and Loving like Turtle and pigeon,  
That Quiet, Honest, and eke Godly lives  
We may in Pleasure live with our kind Wives.  
And having by our duty done all we can,  
On we shall mount to the Heavenly Canaan,  
Where we shall be Rewarded as the blessed;  
And for ever shall take our joyful rest,  
As Christians, Loyalists, and that far and near,  
In the ravished Air above, beyond the Hemisphere.    

Printed for J. F. and are to be sold by Walter Davis in Amen-Corner.