The ROSE of Delight, Or, An excellent new Song in the praise of His GRACE James D. of Monmouth: 
My Female Wishes may they never end,  
For I Great Monmouth still will be thy friend,  
While I retain my poor immortal soul,  
I'll Joy with thee, and wanting thee condole.   
Tune of, No, no 'tis in vain to sigh and complain,  
NOtwithstanding the frown the descends from the Crown on my Lord that once was so dear, Preferred above other, undone by a Brother, & the hate of an Uncle so near, then ●et them tread on & end as begun, my love it shall ne'er be forgot, but in envy's despite I'll take my delight in Monmouth; ne'er known in a Plot.  

Of great places at Court,  
Turned him out, as a sport,  
Pretending that he soared too high,  
Or fearing he might  
At last claim a Right  
And become a great Beam in their Eye;  
'Cause the Mobile ran  
And admired each man,  
Yea, Welcomed him with a glad Heart,  
But who can do less  
For whom God doth bless,  
since Monmouth we know thy desert.   

These monsters of Rome  
They first hatched his Doom,  
Because that he stood in their way,  
And stopped their Career,  
When their Plots did appear,  
To make our Religion their Prey:  
Now each Famous Lord,  
As much is abhorred  
And termed as great monsters as he  
By that Tory Crew,  
Who hath nothing to do  
But scandal brave Monmouth's degree.   

May they Shimei like  
In Cursing delight,  
Till the Fall on their own Heads rebound,  
And he like the Palm  
Suppressed, firmer stand,  
And the more shall be blest with Renown,  
For who can he be  
That's so happy as he,  
That smilingly so can forgive,  
The dangers of late,  
supposed from the State,  
Brave Monmouth be happy, and live.   

For the Heavens may grow clear,  
And great Charles may appear  
With the smiles of a King as before,  
As he promised to me,  
He ever would be,  
And he my great Monmouth restore  
To hi● Places of state,  
That he may be great,  
And his Enemies unmasked may be,  
Who endeavoured to bring  
Him in frown● with the King:  
Brave Monmouth I love Charles and thee.   

May thy Royal Father  
Sway the Sceptre for ever,  
And flourishing Govern this Land,  
May the Turk and the Atheist,  
Presbiterian and Papist  
Turn one, and in Unity stand,  
Then shall be firm Peace,  
And our Jars they shall cease,  
In Church, Government when we agree,  
And in the mean time,  
may the Crown keep the line;  
Brave Monmouth we happier shall be.    

Printed for J. Conyers at the black raven in Duck-lane