St. George's DAY Sacred to the CORONATION OF HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY CHARLES the II. By the Grace of God King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc.  

Caesaris alma Dies! & Luce sacratior illâ,  
Conscia, Dyctaeum, quâ, tulit Ida Jovem!   

Omnes cum Jove, nunc sumus Beati:  
At nupèr pudet, ah! pudet fateri  
Omnes, cum Jove, Pauperes eramus. Mart.   
— Quod optanti, Diuûm promittere nemo  
Auderet, volvenda Dies en! attulit ultrò. Virg.  
By Hen. Bold olim è N. C. OXON.  
LONDON Printed for R. Crofts at the Crown in Chancery-lane, 1661.  
— Non Displicuisse meretur  
Festinat, Caesar, qui Placuisse Tibi.   

St. George's Day Sacred to the CORONATION Of his Most EXCELLENT MAJESTY CHARLES the II. By the Grace of God, KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc.  

TRiumphs! and hallelujahs! let us Sing!  
Hallowing the Day to our three- kingdomed King!  
Thus Upper-Jove (once) when secured, and free,  
From Heaven assailing- Gigantomachie,  
Convened the gods, at his Commanding Call,  
Like Charles and's Peers, at George's-Festivall.  
'Twixt Those, and These, there is but one 
* 
— Non erit uncia tota  
Decîdat Tecū quâ Pater ipse Deûm,   Remove:  
Lieutenants here, to the Supreme above.  
St. George for England! Andrew! Dennis! They  
Are, but as Vigils, to our Holiday.  
A Roman-Triumph is, Compared to This,  
A Whitson-Ale: A mere Parenthesis.   

Scarce hath the lazy Sun his Circuit gone,  
But! 
* Ad reducendum litat Ara Jovem.  Revolution! Revolution!  
Our King Proclaimed! Restored! and Crowned! A Year  
Like Plato's, sets us Even as we Were.  
Blessed be the Time! oh may it henceforth be,  
Calendared England's Year of Jubilee!  
For ever Sacred, to the Crown of Charles,  
And early Fame, o'th' (Arch) Duke's Albemarles.  
He that does claim, the Ends o'th' Earth his Own,  
May boast more Kingdoms, but not such a 
* The Kings of Spain not crowned  Crown.  
A Crown which o'er your fairer Temples, hurled,  
As Drake did once, encircles all the World.   

Thanks to th' Eternal Powers! Who preserved  
For You, so Long, what You so Soon deserved.  
Shame on the Vile-Usurpers! what their Source  
Of Violence Swayed, Your Patience won perforce.  
When, they were died in grain, with Royal Blood,  
And nothing Was, but as They made it Good.  
When Hell had so enhanced Rebellion,  
To Kill the Heir and take Possession.  
(Oh 'tis Forgiven! May it be Forgot!  
He came to 's Own, and they received Him not.)  
When we o'th' Loyal, in Despair were hurled,  
As if Your Kingdoms, were not of this World,  
When Doubts and Horror, as at Day of Doom,  
Had seized us All, Then! lo! Your Kingdoms Come!   

See! where He's 
* Clatiùs in toto nil videt orhe Dies.  Crowned! A King of Kings! like Saul!  
As Proper too, it may be not so Tall  
As Glorious, as the Sun, on Easter Day,  
York, like the Morningstar, does gild the Way.  
Glocester's translated to another Sphere,  
To Celebrate a Coronation, 
— Paciunt ipsi nunc puto sacra Dei,  There.  
A sacred Treason to His Brother Prince!  
Seizing His Birthright, and Pre-eminence!  
He took Possession first, received a Crown,  
Not-like-to-fade, an Everlasting One.  
As if the Grand Disposer, had assigned,  
Eternity to Heirs by Gavelkinde.   

But— 
* Maximilian.  He that Wished Himself and Heir were gods,  
The next Son King of France, (as no great odds)  
Had he but known, the Wealths your Nations bear,  
T' had been his Wish, t' have Lived a Subject Here.   

When the Great Lord of Light, with's fiery Horse,  
Does, Giantlike, rejoice to run his Course.  
The Beasaunts of the Sky, are Sabled quite,  
Suffering Eclipse, from such redundant Light.  
But Charles his Starry-Peers, about Him Shone,  
As if They meant, to rival with the Sun.  
(Yet had an Eagle-Eye been Scrutinous,  
Sol in's full-Glory, was less Glorious.)  
Oh may Those Planets, that so Stately move,  
Ith' Lower-Orb, be lately fixed above!   

Th' Exalted Heads, o'th' Higher minded-Crew,  
Had they their Lights again, to take a View,  
Of this fair Prospect, where Divinity,  
Is so well tempered, with Humanity.  
Graces, and Virtues throned alike in You:  
'Twould e'en 
* 
— Infernis Ditis ab umbris,  
Si Cato reddatur Caesarianus erit.   Convince them, Their Conceits were True.  
Had they kenned Likeness, th' add ne'er grudged You room,  
On Earth, as His Vicegerent till He Come.  
Their King, and Ours, are Name sakes: for- 'Tis true.  
YE have been our Saviour, and Redeemer too.  
Safety was, erst, ill-sorted with Committee,  
And 
* Sub Quo Libertas Principe tanta fuit!  Liberty, with Keepers, (more's the Pity!)   

You are Anointed too, and so was Christ,  
And to the King, must be annexed the Priest,  
And Prophet too, for, till You 
* 
Priscis servatur honour,  
Te Praeside, Templis.   came, the Elves,  
Did serve God, Worse, than they served Themselves.   

He that refused the Host, because it came,  
As Christ did once, into Jerusalem)  
Upon an Ass, had he seen What ours do,  
He had Received it and been Thankful too.  
The Devil's a Saint! Both Prester-John and Joan,  
Handle the Word, without a Mitten on.  
Works are Apocriphaed, as little worth,  
Every She- Hinter, would be holding forth,  
The Surplice, Table, Rails, are railed upon  
As the Appurtenance of Babylon.  
But You 
Debantur quae sunt, quaeque fucre Tibi.  Undiffering Sect, and Protestant,  
The Church will cease, from being Militant.   

Here Lord increase our Faith! for he that tells  
Your Worth, and Gests, must needs write Miracles.  
At fatal Worcester, when Your Arms were grown  
Wearied and faint with Execution,  
By Multitudes oppressed, which still pursue,  
(Though utter 

Quis neget Curam esse Te Deorum?  
Propter quem fuit innocens Ruina?   Ruin could not injure You.)  
Just as the Soul is from the Body flown,  
Unseen, You scape their Inquisition;  
Like Bird from Snare: But— like You there was None:  
'Twas like 

Te protexit Superûm Pater & Tibi Caesar,  
Pro jaculo, & parmâ fulmen & aegis erat.   Yourself: Without Comparison.  
Wonders are not yet ceased: here's Divine Care!  
King's have their 
Sospite Quo, Magnos credimus esse Deos.  Angels truly- Tutelar.  
But! hast! my Muse, unto the 

Posse Deum paritèr Rebus, Musisque vacare  
Scimus—   Muse's King,  
And low, present Him, with this 
Offendunt nur quam Thura, Precesque Deum.  Offering!   

Know! and advance Your 
Quae nondum Data sunt Stulte Negata putas?  Friends! Your Foes keep down!  
And may no Argyle-Hand come near Your Crown!  
And when the Princes of the World, shall dare,  
In an ambitious-strife, to Cull the Rare  
Accomplished 

— Tecum sociales impleat annos  
Quae nisi Te, nullo Conjuge digna fuit.   Lady, of such eminent Worth,  
As Romance never feigned, nor Age brought forth,  
To serve You as a QUEEN; oh! may She prove  
One, that shall still achieve Your Princely Love!  
Let the continuing- pleasures of the Bed,  
Be iterations of a Maidenhead!  
And as in years, so in Affection grow,  
That when she's 
* 
Illa Marito  
Tunc quoque cùm fuerit, non videatur Anus.   Old, You may not Think her so!  
Peace be for ever here! no Disputes rise  
But which awes Most, Your Armies, or her Eyes.  
May from Your Royal Loins an 
* Cui Pater aeternas post saecula tradat habenas  Issue come,  
To Govern all the Tribes of Christendom!  
And let that Race supply this sceptre's sway,  
While Stars shall rule the Night, or Sun the Day:  
May all Your Sons be like You in th' Extreme!  
And ('tis presumed) None ere shall be Like Them.  
Else we despair when Fate shall lead You home,  
Of One, like You, lest 
* Tu si properas Juppiter ipse veni.  Jove Himself should Come.   

Go 

Pro meritis caelum tantis Auguste dederunt  
Alcidae Citò Di sed Tibi serò dabunt.   late to Heaven! (though too soon I fear  
They'll spoil us Here, to be enriched There)  
Where (Course being finished) take (as St. Paul hath)  
A Crown of Glory!— You have kept the Faith.  
This Day's Commemoration still remain!  
But— May I never see the Like again.   
HEN. BOLD olim è N. C. OXON.  
Haec, si Displicui, fuerint solatia nobis.  
Haec fuerint Nobis Praemia, si Placui:  Mart. 
FINIS.