A POEM To His most Excellent Majesty Charles the Second.  Ego Beneficio tuo (Caesar) quos ante Audiebam hodiè vidi Deos: Nec feliciorem ullum vitae meae aut Optavi, aut sensi Diem. Paterc', &c. 
By H. BEESTON Winton'. Together with another By HEN. BOLD olim Winton'.  
Dum PREMOR ATTOLLOR  
LONDON: Printed by Edward Husbands, and Thomas Newcomb, Printers to the Commons House of Parliament, 1660.   

 emblems of England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland  
SIR,  

THe Business on Our Language is too great:  
Our Mother Tongue stutters beneath the weight  
Of sovereignty: To speak You, she must league  
With all the neighbour Nations, and beg  
Their Dialects which Your Majesty can frame  
Slaves to Your use, as them unto Your Fame:  
So that Your Praise is Yours; You must allow  
Matter, and Form: Theme, and Expression too.   

ON which side shall we trace Your Stock? beyond  
The loins of Egbert, or of Pharamont:  
Low sunk in Adam's Entrails it is found,  
And thence shoots throw the World, to You, all crowned.   

Vain Boldness of the Age, (Age of Deceits)  
Knew this, and therefore coined Praeadamites!  
This Blood (then) issuing from that distant source,  
Exalted, Maturated in its course,  
In Veins of sundry Monarchs Rectifid,  
(Made All Elixir) through Your Heart does glide.  
(Not Wine All, nor All Milk, but) mingled so,  
That Courage thence, and Innocence do flow,  
To animate th' exactest fabric, Heaven  
Has, since its Mould, to wondering mankind given.   

And seeing Beauties chiefest part does lie  
In Shapes and Lines (not fading Colours) I  
(Too low to praise, too true to flatter) dare  
Aver this truth, That You are CHARLES the Fair.  
Such Grace in Your heroic mien we spy,  
Where, all the strokes are sharp, and masterly.  
Be You then CHARLES the Fair, and Great, and Good,  
Your Sire bought CHARLES the Martyr with His Blood.  
— Stay forward Nymph of Helicon!  
And with thine undyed Buskins, go not on!  
Thou'lt weep thine Eyes out, into sorrows hurled,  
And I shall lead thee blind about the World.   

(Thus) Rich Your Blood is, and Your Make is Free,  
Completest Product of the Noblest Tree,  
Shrining a Soul (to favour our weak sight)  
Pure, Active, subtle, as a Beam of Light.  
And here we're lost, 'less some Intelligence  
Be settled twixt Divinity and sense.   

My quill's no Jacob's Staff, or if it were,  
It could not take Your Height, nor reach Your Sphere.  
Your mind's a Constellation fixed above  
The orbs, where Kepler, and where Tycho rove.   

Your Intellectual, and Your Moral Parts  
(Vast Comprehensions of Arms and Arts)  
Are for Your people's Veneration fit:  
Fit for Your Wonder, not so for their Wit.   

Courage inhabits there so quick and clear,  
It warmed an Army (once) from Van to Rear;  
(Cold as the North that formed it, bleak and thin,  
Covered and lined with nought, but fear and sin)  
And made it stand— The brave Gustavus so  
Opposed his naked Fins to th' armed foe,  
And showed the World, His gallant breast alone  
Was Currace, Gauntlet, Gorget, Morion.  
But had You conquered, You had been subdued,  
Lost Your peculiar part of Fortitude,  
Your Patience; which You may singly own,  
Since none (but You) suffered into a Throne.  
This was Your way; old Heroes cannot share,  
E'en let them pass for Barreters in War.   

The Wisdom and Experience of Your Soul  
Is such, as no Disaster could control.  
The Flitting French, and the unable Dane,  
The Trade-led Dutch, Remote Iberian,  
Nor Honest German did Your Cause restore;  
You knew their strength, and knew Your own was more.  
Firm as a Tabled Diamond and square,  
'Gainst coldness, force, or treachery You are.  
Of Dubious Friends You scaned the various Clues,  
What meant Your Courtships, Treaties, interviews?  
Of open Enemies You skilled th' Intents,  
The Causes, Counsels, Progresses, Events:  
No Prince so intimately versed has been  
In the Resorts of Business, and of Men.   

You are yourself a Senate, Diet, One,  
A single Council, Parliament alone.  
In You, so justly constituted, we  
Safely enchase our Jewel Liberty,  
Handed before to many a Roytelet,  
Sometimes in Steel, sometimes in Lead 'twas set.   

The dusky Intricks of Your Enemies  
May be supposed: All Cunnings, Not one wise.  
Each of our Rulers had more Worms in's Head,  
Then a Male Deer before he's Cabossed.  
So all their Projects broke, not any held,  
One by another out-achitopheled.  
The several foreparts through the Hedge make way,  
Behind the Hated tail is forced to stay,  
Till Hedge and tail the Bonfire overtakes;  
(The foreparts will be seen on Poles and Stakes.)   

They think the Vessel of the Nation will  
Sail tight, if cuned by Confidence, not skill:  
Boldness is Gospel, Law, and Policy,  
Jointure, Debt, Interest, and Legacy.  
The Frontless Swine with Impudence so tanned,  
Were (in the Face) high Car'bin-proof at hand.   

I purpose not to violate this Page  
With the unhallowed Monsters of this Age,  
Whose due Description should I dare to write,  
My Paper would appear a Sanbenite.  
The Guards of Heaven, Your subject's care and love,  
Such Objects from Your Royal Eyes remove!  
Not from Your Word—  
— As th' Ocean does move  
About Your Land, so let Your Peace above:  
And by Your Mighty Pardon let us guess,  
How Good th' Almighty is— for him You bless.  
A readier step to Him, may through You shine,  
Than any in the Scale of Bellarmine.  
These Beasts a Grateful Sacrifice can't be,  
They come to th' Altar so unwillingly.  
Let the Grand signior in pieces rive;  
Let the Defender of the Faith forgive.  
Reward them with the Christians Amends,  
Make those that pierced Your Bowels through, Your Friends.   

So when the Greedy Operator sounds  
The Wealthy Entrails of unsearched Grounds,  
The powerful Mine will change into its self  
(In time) the very Tools that digged the Pelf.   

Your father's Lovers, and Your own so crossed,  
Committee-scourged, Rump-rid, and safety-tossed,  
Tempted, or scared by Force, or by Consent,  
Part one, part tother, scarce are Innocent.   

The Nation's Criminal! Almost each one  
Leprous by Nature or Contagion:  
Yet now are cleansed by the tears they shed,  
(Tears due to CHARLES his Crown recovered.)  
Shed Tears; which like Oil-bennet, did increase  
The Flames of that Triumphant Night of peace:  
Night! that turned out the Day! The Welkin shone;  
Lighted with thousand fires besides its own:  
And where's the Roman, or the Greek Parade,  
Can march with Glorious Tuesday's Cavalcade?  
— Day of Your Birth and State! from every Eye  
Strictures of unsuborned Joy did fly.  
Poets (but Male factors until now)  
Resume their wit and spirit under You;  
Soaring about Your Throne with freer Wing,  
Working themselves in Your Palace, will sing  
Such Prophecies, shall make wise Annalists  
Attended to heed, and Register Your Gests;  
Which, will the orb in servitude engage  
Rapt and enamoured of its Vassalage.   

Bold with Allegiance, and with Duty rude,  
With these brisk happy thoughts, we may conclude,  
Sit still and taste the Blessings of Your Reign:  
United so as not to start again.  
Our Hearts directed unto You our North,  
Shall never vary from our Faith. Henceforth  
The volatile spirits of this Region  
Shall here be fixed beyond Reduction.  
So the keen wind (as Muscovites relate)  
Quick with Refining Force does operate  
And make a Gem, which can't apostatise  
From solid crystal, into Brittle Ice.   
H. BEESTON.   

To His Sacred Majesty Charles the Second, at His happy RETURN.  

SO comes the Sun after a half-years night,  
To the benumbed, and frozen Muscovite,  
As we (Great Britain's Influence!) welcome You  
Who are our Light, our Life, and Glory too.  
Your Presence is so sovereign, counter Fate,  
It makes, alone, our Island Fortunate:  
Whilst we (like Eastern Priests) the night being done,  
Fall down, and Worship You, our Rising Sun.  
But!—   

As devotee's (of old) did use to stay  
Below the Font, nor durst approach to lay  
Their Duties on the Sacred Shrine, so I  
(Not qualified for the solemnity  
Of Offering at Your Altar) stand at door,  
And wish as much as they, who give you more.   

May You live long and happy, to improve  
In Strangers, Envy; in Your Subjects, Love!  
And married may Your Computation run  
Even, as Time; for every year a Son!  
Until Your Royal offspring grow to be  
The Hope, and Pride of all Posterity!   

May every Joy, and every choice Content,  
Be trebled on You! and what e'er was meant  
My sovereign's care and trouble, may it prove  
Quiet, and Calm, as are th' Effects of Love!   

Last, having lived a pattern of such worth,  
As never any Age did yet bring forth,  
Ascend to Heaven; where th' Eternal Throne  
Crowns You with Grace, shall Grace You with a Crown.   
HEN. BOLD olim Winton.   
FINIS.