TO HIS MAJESTY UPON HIS HAPPY ARRIVAL In our late discomposed ALBION.  
C R  HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE DIEV ET MON DROIT  royal blazon or coat of arms Sidon. Vidi quod speravi, vidisse tamen dolui, peraegrè spectando quod petii. 
By R. BRATHWAIT Esq.  
LONDON, Printed for Henry Brome, at the Gun in Ivy-lane. 1660.   

To HIS MAJESTY, UPON HIS HAPPY ARRIVAL In our late discomposed ALBION.  

Blessed be that all-ey'd-Lord, who gave us eyes  
To see the Period of our Miseries.  
Now be our longing hopes safe brought a Shore,  
Our State secured, what can we wish for more?  
Secured! not so as we were used of late  
When our Security was through a Grate.  
But that Storm's past, we from those Shackles free,  
Our glorious State rid of that Anarchy  
Or Syracusan thraldom, which no age  
e'er paralleled with more tyrannic rage.  
Was ever any such distraction known,  
As no man might impropriate his own?  
All out of joint; no sympathising sense  
Applied a Cure to wounded Innocence.  
No Crime like Loyalty: He that would climb  
Must suit himself to th' Habit of the time.  
None to the Throne of Justice durst arise  
Unless He were o'th' Protectorian Size.  
That gave him footing, and dimension too,  
Acting what his Rebellion willed him do.  
Were these pure Lesbian 〈◊〉 where moral Law  
Derived her Spirit from usurpers awe?  
Were these Cloanthes Tables holden meet  
For minced Justice to erect a Seat?  
And with an oily tongue delude the ear,  
Like Fauns o're-ballanced with gain or fear?  
What rare Sysambres have we had, whose Sin  
Deserved well the forfeit of a Skin  
For their Skrude Judicature:— now struck dumb  
Me thinks they tremble at Your coming home,  
Fearing their sad Account; but if they grieve  
For what 've done, Your mercy can forgive,  
Such is Your Princely Candour: holding fit  
Where Justice dooms, Mercy should sweeten it.  
Which seems presented in that prudent sort  
As th● Lion's Cave becomes Astraea's Court.  
Yet an Indulgence, to egregious Crimes  
Would not sort well with temper of these times.  
Such State-pretenders should Your Censure feel,  
Who under Colour of a Commonweal,  
Reared of their own foundation, have expressed  
Their Sole Concern to be self-interest;  
And to promote it as their supreme good,  
Imbrued their lawless hands in loyall-blood.  
For their destruct on, order, quality,  
To name them all would swell an Elegy  
To a vast Iliad.— There's no public place  
Wherein the tincture of a Jewish ●ace  
Brands them not Conscious: should I write in Steel,  
Those rubric Characters no age can heal  
Nor Annal parallel; it might appear  
A Subject fitting to extract a tear  
From the Perusers eye, but wanting Strength  
To Analize those tragic acts at length;  
Which our Anarchiall Stage so late presented  
In lines of blood, and tyranny indented.  
Sometimes I made my walk in Rufus Hall,  
Where I might see a Scarlet-arrased wall  
Deep-dyed in Crimson gore; this reft me Sense  
To find a Shambles on a Royal Bench,  
Ask what that ascendent chair might be?  
Seat of High Justice, it was answered me.  
Enquiring further of him what it meant?  
Here, he replied, sits the Lord Precedent  
Th' Protectors Favourite, Commissioner Lisle,  
To try th' Delinquents of our Purple Isle.  
Rough Rhadamant, said I, blanched be his fame  
To derogate from such a loyal Name  
As Colchester perpetuates, where his prize  
Fames him his Princes LOYAL SACRIFICE;  
Whose innocent blood in Annals shall be found,  
Recording how no 
* As it hath been observed and constantly reported for a truth.  grass grows on that ground.  
But in the revolution of that State  
Both Names and Natures were degenerate;  
For as th' First did his blood for's sovereign shed,  
In Subject's blood the Later surfeited.  
But let's divert our Current; Jubilees  
Reserve no Ear for such sad Histories.  
When th' Sabine State appeared without dispute  
Subjects to none, but Masters absolute;  
They'd wear no Black, nor taste an herb was sour  
Upon the Choice of a new Governor.  
It skills not much for Habits, but I'm sure  
Your wished arrival has applied a Cure  
To worse distempers than this age brought forth,  
By th' Conduct of that happy Star o'th' North.  
But for as much as Humane Blessings give  
Their just proportion when Comparative  
To our preceding sufferings: let each part  
Communicate a portion to the heart;  
And with an active vivid accent cry,  
Blessed be th' approach of lineal Sovereignty  
Clothed with a native Splendour! every way  
With Paul's and Bushes keep their Holiday.  
Our Checker'd-curled Groves prepare their Bowers  
Artfully wreathed with shady Sycomours  
For their choice airy quires; whose cheerful song  
Tires not their Spirits though the day be long:  
Virgins their untouched Loyalty display,  
Paving with fragrant flowers his Highness' way.  
Zeal makes all Tasks delightful: but no tune  
In this our prelude to a cheerful June.  
(Though 
* Ut Carolus rediit Terris Astraea refulsit; Nunrius ut Floris Maius, honoris erit.  May were th'month that brought our May-game in,  
Without which sight our hopes had blasted been)  
Me thinks I hear of joy this Signal token  
Breathed forth, A three-fold-cord is hardly broken  
Computed and Completed in that Trine  
Of You, and Your two Brothers; from which line  
Spring our aspiring hopes, that Your blessed Reign  
Shall parallel the same of Charlemagne;  
And in Your Brother's princely virtues live  
To give Your Comforts a prerogative.  
This cheers mine aged hopes as much as any,  
And makes me sprightly, though my years be many:  
So as some think both by my face and gate  
That I had eaten Aesons herb of late.  
But those sweet prosperous gales which wafed you hither  
Gave me that Colour which can hardly whither;  
That was the Herb of Grace, or if you please  
A Chaplet interwoven with Heart's Ease.  
I court not th' rising Sun, to cause his rays  
To dart their Splendour on my rural lays:  
Zeal makes my Muse enthusiastic; which  
Though it pretend not to a Bard that's rich,  
For these late times did publicly proclaim  
None should be rich that owned their Sovereign,  
My ruin'd fortunes I shall ne'er bemoan  
Though I have felt as much as any one  
Of the Delinquents whip: I'm still the man  
I was, before these Civil wars began;  
Those Capital Grand-Bugbears had no power  
T' affright Your Servant, though they might devour  
That small remainder which He then possessed;  
Wherein they grew half-Sharers at the least:  
Amidst those dusky Clouds which adverse Fate  
Had thrown on mine anatomised State,  
The morning Sun shone cheerfully on me  
Because a subject sworn to loyalty.  
Th' infringement of which Oath has brought some wits  
In these distracted times to Bedlamites.  
We shall not need their features to display,  
Some have we catched, and others run away  
In a disguised habit; who like Apes  
Arrayed in garish-counterfeated Shapes  
With royalised Ribbons, in them writ  
VIVE LE ROY, an Impreze most unfit  
For such perfidious Rooks, who boldly made  
vend LE ROY their universal trade;  
Have ta'en their flight— and that they might appear  
In this their fev'rish passage to be clear  
From Cordial Rebeliion, upsefreze  
They drunk their Sov'raigns' Health upon their knees.  
Brave Precedents of Justice! did Your House  
Teach Your embroidered Honours to carouse?  
In blood it did; witness so many lives:  
They needs must run apace whom th' Devil drives.  
Fare be these Scorpions from my Sovereign's head,  
Who eat Your Subjects as their daily bread.  
May You make Your distinction still 'twixt those  
Who be Your real Friends and bosom foes.  
May You confer Your honours on such men  
Whose loyal Service has deserved them.  
Your Royal Grandsire numerously enthralled,  
No other than a Craft, a Kingship called;  
And sure, me thinks, that Simele may fit,  
For we shall find rare workmanship in it.  
King's are like Hammers, and their Subjects like  
To Bells, which sound just as their Hammers strike.  
But if the Clock fall to a tunelesse Strain;  
Art more than Force must bringed to Frame again.  
Titus that princely Darling of Mankind, 
Procop.   
As in his life related we do find,  
Would not bestow his Style on any man  
Unless his Actions with Vespacian  
Had merited that Title, which was done  
In honour to a Father by his Son.  
Gifts when they're rarely given oblige the most,  
And by the Givers hand, then by their Cost  
More highly valued: Your Experience  
Knows the gradations of Munificence;  
How You the Fabric of Your State should make,  
What Princes are to give, and Subjects take.  
Many rough Tempests has my Liege sustained,  
And by those Sufferings infinitely gained  
In Your Observance; You have found how Kings  
Are ofttimes mutable as other things  
In their affections: when successful gales  
Breath with a prosperous convoy on our Sails,  
Each coast smiles on us: whereas adverse winds  
Make Seas not only brackish, but men's minds.  
What a rich Lecture is it to read man!  
Wherein you were improved before you came,  
And can instruct your Courtiers in that feat  
Which in my judgement makes them most complete.  
For what is it to know the use of Plants,  
Those various tempers of the Elements,  
The deep discovery of each Mineral,  
Nay, th' notion of all things since Adam's fall,  
If our eyes in man's knowledge should grow dim  
Who doth contain a Little world in Him?  
To make the work exact, Augustus' form  
Might with his Principles a Court adorn:  
His Course was this: That Courtier He approved  
Who his improvement seriously loved.  
Tasks he enjoined: Each ' plied his Exercise  
In Music, Posy, Gymnick Masteries.  
Sloth was exiled the Court: though Stages were  
Enriched with State and Action; they were rare.  
Artful Dramaticks in high-buskind lines  
Addressed their Scenes for These theatral times;  
And with such ample pensions gratified,  
Archtas sat close by Augustus' side;  
Learned Maecenas die not then refuse  
To become Patron to a Laureate Muse.  
Those Halcyon days crowned Poets! as for those  
Who could Encomiums write on Caesar's foes  
As well as on his Friends, they were discarded,  
And with Contempt deservingly rewarded.  
I shall not need to give a further touch,  
Your piercing Judgement can discover such,  
Holding them worthless in a Prince's eye;  
A Parasite dishonours Poetry;  
Much more Seditious Pens who would advance  
A State usurped, and Styled Inheritance;  
This our Diurnals, Almanacs could do,  
Which prudent eyes, no doubt, will look into.  
Lilies should fancy Candour, and retain  
Their Native Hue, and not be died in grain,  
As that Star-starer in his Rubric writ;  
Sure he was signed with Aries penned it:  
But let not his Predictions now deceive him,  
Neither his Book, nor Sweden Chain will save him,  
Unless your pious heart indulgence give,  
And grant him life that merits not to live.  
As for Diurnals, we shall never read them,  
The Game is up, and therefore little Need'am:  
The Evening crowns the Day; these Calmer times  
All Storming chase and Sallies from our lines:  
But if Courantes must be sent abroad,  
As Countries have been burdened with their load,  
I hope we shall receive them stored more  
With Honest Novels than we had before.  
But let us gather yet one Select-flower  
From th' royal Seedplot of that Emperor,  
And though long distanced by the course of time,  
May give a light to present Discipline,  
But specially in order to the Court;  
Where many beg who have small reason for't,  
Yet oft prevail by means of such an one  
Whom many craving eyes are fixed upon.  
But should Great Gifts bestowed be on those  
Who in these Civil Wars became our Foes;  
Or should our Honours here be set at price,  
And in our Court made private Merchandise,  
So prudent is our Prince, so firmly just,  
No Mushroom Spirit shall have them, so we trust.  
May those who such Hydroptick thoughts have nursed  
With Grandeur of their burden swell, and burst.  
The best receipt prescribed by Physician  
Is Surfeiting of Honour, to Ambition.  
That Prince withal a Catalogue did keep  
Which he perused before he fell asleep, 
He goes on with the discovery of Augustus' curial care or Court discipline.   
Of his days-promises: and 'twas his Task  
To serve those first, who were the slow'st to ask.  
A Serious care he took what Courtiers were  
Worth the attention of a Prince's ear:  
Some culled He, and endeared, because He found  
Their apprehensions quick, their Judgements sound;  
But of this Number scarce one chus'd of twenty,  
So as the City filled, the Court grew empty.  
Augustus well observing this decrease,  
No wonder, said He, if there were in Greece  
But found seven Sages, when in this wise age  
The Court of Rome affords so little Sage.  
But he supplied that want with such a Call,  
His Court appeared Academical,  
Stored with best wits the Latian could afford;  
Complete in all both for the Gown and sword.  
Which Court-directions though they Ethnic be,  
They suit well with a Christian livery.  
Political, and Civil too they are  
And may conduce much to a Prince's care  
In rallying his affairs, which throughly wrought  
He acts not what he might, but what he ought.  
Level be his dimensions, and so right  
As they draw by the Curtain of the night  
Lest it obscure their Splendour: such are you,  
To limne you fully in your People's view,  
A Model so transparent, as it gives  
By its Example, form to others lives.  
Such rare Idaea's Princes be, when worth  
Contests with Birth to set their goodness forth.  
Let Him my Liege, a modest boldness take  
Who has exposed his fortunes for Your sake:  
And late engaged both life and liberty  
In his defence of Legal Sovereignty;  
Sweep off those Gnats, and Cobwebs which resort  
To beg without deserving in your Court.  
He merits ill the Title of a Knight,  
That has more heart to vapour then to fight.  
My gracious Liege, make Sponges of all such  
As soak your Land by draining it too much.  
Such numbers crowded at your Gate last day,  
Your ancient Servants could not find a way  
For their Addresses: let those Fauns decline,  
They're held the Chattering Swallows of our time  
That flicker o'er Success, but hid their head,  
When those they hugged before, shall stand in need.  
He breathes not upon Earth can be pursued  
By a worse Fury than Ingratitude.  
Even-ballanced Justice may she steer your State;  
Urim and Thummin o'er the Clergies gate.  
The only way to make Presbytery  
Run Diapasan with Epispacy,  
Is to acquaint one th' other with their grieves,  
And stitch up their Divisions in Laun sleeves.  
This may procure Church-union speedily,  
And make our Organs whistle cheerfully:  
Which presupposed, no Charity can want  
'Twixt moderate Presbyter and Protestant.  
Now that your vine her branches may display,  
'Twere fit luxurious Sprigs were lopped away;  
They cumber but the Land, and by their force,  
Should they grow great, your vine would prosper worse.  
But those Expressions from your royal pen  
'Gainst vicious, profane and debauched men  
Confirm your Native Goodness, and ronut  
The knowledge of our Happiness in you.  
This in your near accession to your Crown 
Alluding to his approaching Coronation.   
Must needs redound much to your high renown.  
Peace, precious plenty, high-prized Liberty,  
Late Strangers to us, usher Majesty.  
These cheerful accents breathed from loyal hearts  
Methinks I hear resounding in all Parts.  
Our Seas grown calm; our Air refined, and clear,  
With joyful News re-ecchoing every ev'ry where,  
Our CHARLES safe returned, by whose direction  
Were steered, and need not oliver's Protection.  
Our Score's discharged; our Liberty regained,  
And Nol who long 
* Triennium mensium, perennium dementium incendium. Innocentium suspendium. Rhem. Miles.  triennially reigned,  
Called to account: Mab and her Court broke up,  
And all his Sweets drenched in a wormwood Cup.  
His Rich Relations stripped: He to be tried  
At th' Bar of Justice for a Regicide:  
Where if that wild usurping Beast get free,  
We'll Annals write in praise of Tyranny.  
A new Call of sad Justices had we, 
A Glancing at those Mechanich Justices, who were created Commissioners in our late Anarchiall Government.   
Which, I confess, did much dis-relish me.  
Green-Lapwing-Novices of sense bereft,  
Who scarcely knew the right hand from the left:  
Holding the Acts of Justice to be Dreams,  
As if they cared not what their Office means.  
Such should be put Apprentices to Sense  
Before they were admitted to the Bench.  
Let ancient Justices mount to their place,  
Such will support the State, secure your Grace.  
These, these be they who can deliver sense,  
And make their Session's seats of Conscience.  
Let honest Jenkins flourish in your Isle,  
And pass a Sentence on perfidious Lisle.  
Let only such ascend unto that Throne  
Who scorn rewards and sleight an awful frown.  
Those were the Lures our Ayri's did pursue,  
While State and Treason held their Interview.  
But th' Tide is turned; Themis now smiles on Thames,  
And crowns our Consuls with religious Names.   
BY HIM, WHO EVER HELD HIS INTIMACY OF LOYALTY A SUFFICIENT REWARD FOR ALL HIS SUFFERINGS: AND HIS HOUSE MOST HAPPY IN THE HOSPITALITY OF YOUR SERVANTS.   

To the Crowd of Supplicants at Whitehall.  

HOw is it Friends, that you do thus resort,  
Crowd, and disturb the Quiet of the Count?  
Is this the Loyalty you have professed  
To give no time unto your King to rest?  
Be these your set employments thus to stand  
At th' Presence door to kiss his Highness' hand,  
Or beg an Office? How do you contrive  
The way to get where there is none to give?  
Honours He freely can confer, but those  
Will not discharge the Mercer for his .  
Be civil SIRS; He bears a royal heart,  
And will bestow on every one a part,  
When He is settled; mean time 'tis well known  
Where nought remains, the King must loss his own.  
Should all the Rebel's Lands to th' Chequer fall;  
Their values would not satisfy us all.  
Our Sufferings be so numerous, as alas  
We're like Barebones, who i'th' Last Synod was.  
Let it content us, that the State's our Debtor,  
And if unpaid, our own will thrive the better.  
Who serves his Sovereign for mere hope of gain,  
May have an Hector's heart, but's mind a Swain.    
FINIS.