ἔις Κοί●ανος ἔςω ἔις Βασιλεὺς.   depiction of flag  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, ut Sol unus in Axe Poli.  
Sunt qui plures esse volunt, sunt qui quoque nullum;  
Fax hominum haec praeceps quò malesana ruit!  
Vult alius Reges ex aequo scilicet omnes;  
Haec Paritas secum ●●●●e perîcla trahit.  
Nec plures sunto, nec nullus sunto, nec ommes;  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, tantùm Angligenis esto 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Unus erat nostris quondam majoribus; unus  
Esto simul nobis; pluribus h●ud opus est.  
Dum te fata sinunt, tu solus, Carole, Regna;  
Pòst, tua Progenies Sceptra Britanna regas.   

CANTERBURY MARCH Beaten up, on the day of KING CHARLES HIS INAUGURATION March the xxvii. 1648.  
By some of His MAJESTY'S little, but Loyal Subjects and Servants, under the Conduct of Signior Ilermo di Manta.  

Our Colours, as the Cross will show,  
Are English; and because but few  
Conceive the Motto; for their ease,  
I'll thus explain it, if they please.   

ONE LORD, ONE KING: in Greek 'tis writ,  
If any ask the cause of it;  
Know 'tis as 'twere that Golden-Fleece,  
Which sometime jason fetched from Greece.   

'tis here th' Inauguration day  
Displayed; to  in Rich Array  
King CHARLES; who though yet in distress,  
Shall have, we hope, e'er long redress.   
Ilermo di Manta Philanax Oenopola Grand Majestre de la Rose.  
Printed in the Year, 1648.   

Canterbury March.  
Fellow Soldiers;  

Y'Are marching forth into the Field,  
To try how each his Arms can wield,  
His Sword, his Pistol and half Pike,  
Mark well your Drum, how it doth strike;  
And that each Posture may be neat,  
Know when t'advance, when to retreat.   

Y'are going now but to a sport,  
Yet, think it were to take a Fort,  
Or fight an Enemy hand to hand,  
As long as side either canstand;  
If e'er it come to such a push,  
Fear not, but on with courage rush.   

Creep in a Hedge! fly to a Tree!  
Lurk in a Pit! this must not be;  
A Soldier truly valiant  
Will (like a Lion salliant)  
Bear all before him, rather die  
Than offer once away to fly.   

Honour is all a Soldier's aim,  
And whosoever to that lays claim,  
Must not outbraveed with Bombast words,  
But through the midst of thickest swords,  
Put on, and farther still advance,  
As did our English Kings in France.   

But, I have done; now of the Day,  
Hear what your Leaders have to say;  
Order yourselves, and silence keep,  
Be whist, as when you sweetly sleep;  
Attend your charge, be sure ye do,  
Else here's the Marshal, up ye go.   

You'll stride the wooden Horse at least  
And that's a villainous sharp-back Beast;  
The hardest Hackney in this Town  
(Though one should ride him up and down  
Without a Saddle) would not more  
Torment your Twist; beware therefore.   

Besides, there is the Gantlope Race,  
Where he speeds best that runs apace;  
Yet be he near so swift of foot  
he'll smart for't when he comes unto't:  
Be silent then, full well you'll speed,  
If of your charge you take but heed.   Deering. 

1. Come, Noble Sparks, I hope y'are square,  
Keep Rank and File from Van tooth Rear;  
March bravely on, and let's display  
Our Colours, to set forth this day,  
In which King CHARLES our Sovereign  
Amongst us first began his Reign.   Yate. 

2. It's fit we should; for though of late  
(Through England's most unhappy Fate)  
It hath, as 'twere, been smothered,  
And in oblivion buried;  
Yet we le revive it, what we may,  
And give due honour to the day.   Stocker. 

3. In honouring it, we honour give  
To him, by whom our Laws do live:  
King CHARLES I mean, who though as yet  
He's forceed as one forlorn to sit  
In solitude, yet certainly  
 long he'll have good company.   Frognall. 

4. A Sunshine day hath oft appeared  
After the blackest Night, and cleared  
The cloudy Sky: a storm at Sea  
May last a while, but 'twill allay,  
When Neptune with his Trident Mace  
Commands each Wind into his place.   

1. Time brings things about, which we  
Can hardly once believe would be;  
Let man plot what he please, there is  
A Power, that over-ruleth his;  
This either makes or mars the end,  
What ever mortal men intent.   

2. The world (we use to say) runs round;  
The Heavens indeed do, but the ground  
Stands fixed on its stability,  
And yet from mutability  
Not freed; we ring the changes here,  
From day to day, from year to year.   

3. It fares with man, as with a Bowl.  
Which on the Green when it doth role  
Turns up and down; or as a Ball  
At Tennis, struck from wall to wall;  
Say't fly i'th' hazard; make no doubt  
But that at length it shall come out.   

4. The Sun sets darkish in the West,  
Yet doth next morning in the East  
Arise most glorious, while its Face  
All Fogs and Mists away doth chase;  
Such heavy Meteors have not force  
To out his light, or stop his course.   

1. Come then, Comrades, cheer up with me,  
We hope good days again to see;  
Days of Plenty and of Peace,  
Days of joy, and Trades increase,  
Days of mutual Amity,  
And Truth without Hypocrisy.   

2. Were Phoebus once but in his Sphere,  
And had his wont motion there,  
The work were done; then straight those days  
Would crown our Cypress brows with Bays;  
And after many a deading day  
Make us as fresh as Flowers in May.   

3. O how mine eyes would joy to see't!  
My heart would leap, my legs and feet  
should nimbly trip it o'er the Plain,  
With many an honest-hearted Swain;  
Chanting out loud with frolic Mirth  
King CHARLES his new and second Birth.   

4. Some saucy Tongues are over-glib,  
Sorting with Princes Tom and Tib;  
They cry they're Kings and Queens each one,  
From Madam, to the meanest Joan;  
They would be so in very deed,  
But, I'ie not bid their Plough God speed.   

1. What? Princes all? Why this were brave,  
Then every Master and his Knave  
Should share alike: Jack Straw did say,  
As many Jacks do at this day;  
When Adam digged and Evah span,  
Who was then a Gentleman?   

2. Why how now Levellers? Is it fit  
That Peasants cheek by jowl should sit  
With Princes? What foul Ataxy  
Would you bring in with Anarchy?  
The labouring man ought use his Spade,  
King's Sceptres were for Sovereigns made.   

3. One King, no more: no more at once,  
Who e'er says nay, I think his Sconce  
Runs Wild-Goose-chase; he may seem wise,  
But surely he is otherwise;  
Let him seem sage, yet (sooth to sane)  
he's but an Ass, and Fool in grain.   

A King must be a King alone,  
None should be his campanion,  
But much less his Superior,  
That makes him an Inferior;  
And sure he'll be of small account  
Unless he be Lord Paramount.   

1. To give a Prince of Sovereignty  
Checkmate with upstart Parity   

4. Is ill beseeming; Kings are they  
That ought to rule; whom to obey  
Subjects are bound, in all that tends  
To Virtuous and Religious ends.   

1. Put case they should command what's ill,  
(While Reason is o'erborne by Will)  
We must submit; yet how? to do  
The thing that they command us? No;  
But rather bear with patience  
Even Death, than offer violence.   

3. They are not to be withstood by force,  
Subjects ought take another course,  
That's better far; a milder way;  
It is, to Counsel and to Pray;  
Such means with them will more prevail,  
Than to oppose, defame and rail.   

4. Touch not the King in any wise,  
That may to his dishonour rise;  
Not in thy thought, nor word, nor deed,  
For never well did any speed,  
That durst adventure such a thing  
Against their Sovereign Lord the King.   

1. King's be Supreme, and Subjects are  
As to the Sun each lesser Star;  
Of them, ne'er since the world begun,  
Any one strived to be the Sun;  
No River e'er did enterprise  
The Ocean Sea to equalise.   

2. Dales rise not up, high Hills to nose,  
But quietly do below repose;  
The Lapwing must not partner be  
With th' Eagle in his Sovereignty:  
That builds o'th' ground, but this above,  
And's called chief Armiget to jove.   

3. Each Element moveth in its place;  
To Nature 'tis a foul disgrace,  
When her well ordered Nation  
Is turned into confusion;  
All is as't should be, when all's right,  
Let day be day, let night be night.   

4. One King, no more, our Colours cry,  
And with them we will live or die;  
We are but Tyroes; yet from Greece  
We fetched of late this Golden-Fleece,  
To'adorne King CHARLES with rich Array,  
On this INAUGURATION day.   

1. Some say he's poor, but we say nay,  
It matters not what others say;  
Can he be poor that's rich in Friends?  
Why? Codrus, but with his Cobbler's ends,  
(If well beloved) hath riches more  
Than Croesus had with all his store.   

2 CHARLES is not poor then, being beloved  
Of Loyal Friends: this will be proved,  
When that day comes, which is not yet,  
We must with patience wait for it,  
Himself doth, being assured that he  
Shall be at length, what he should be.   

3. A Monarch still amongst us here,  
As now this four and twenty'th year  
He hath been: yet, not such as now  
Under a Cloud, I know not how:  
The Cloud, I hope, will break at length,  
And Sol will then shine in his strength.   

4. Heavens grant it, maugre all the spite  
Of Envy, Hatred, Malice, Might:  
I wish these twenty four year's Reign  
May be redoubled: but in vain  
This vote may seem, for such a date  
Of life did long since terminate.   

2, Well howso're, we wish long life  
(Devoid of farther jars and strife)  
To CHARLES our King; The Parliament  
Desires it too: but some are bend  
Another way, nor do they spare  
To run point black against the hair.   

2. They are Sactaries and Schismatics,  
Statetroublers and Church Heretics,  
Brownists, and Antinomians,  
jesuites and Amsterdamians;  
If any such be in this place,  
I bid defiance to his face.   

3. These are the seeming Saints, that make  
A show of Holiness; do but take  
Their Vizard off, and you shall see  
They scarce have common honesty;  
The Devil by a cunning slight  
Will seem an Angel even of Light.   

4. Hence Viperous Brood, what make you here,  
Who thus the Kingdom's Bowels tear?  
Were you but gone, we'd soon agree  
With mutual Peace and Unity;  
King Charles should sit upon his Throne,  
And none should Rule, but he alone.   

1. One People, and one only. King,  
Observe this even in every thing;  
The Bees, the better for to thrive,  
Will but one Master in one Hive:  
The Heavens have but one only Sun,  
Nor e'er had since the world begun.   

2. The Eagle is the King of Birds,  
The Lion of the Beasts and Herds  
That in the Forest have their chase,  
And each one keeps his several place;  
The very Ant, that little thing,  
Is not without its petty King.   

3. All these acknowledge sëoalty,  
And do perform it faithfully  
To him that is their Head and Guide,  
Nor do they ever out of Pride,  
Rise or resist; content are they  
To let him rule, and do obey.   

It's strange (o strange!) that any than  
Should live among the Sons of men,  
Who dare by force and treachery  
Attempt to beat down Monarchy;  
Yet such there be, more reasonless  
Than are the Beasts i'th' Wilderness.   

Had they, I think, but common sense  
To help their weak Intelligence,  
They would be wiser than they are,  
And stop, before they run too far.  
Be other States, what they list be,  
Great Britan's now a Monarchy.   

2. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, our Ensigns word,  
Is, let there be one only Lord;  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is, let there be  
One King supreme in Majesty,  
The Mottoes very fair I hope,  
Who ere says nay, beware the Rope.   

3. One only King we constantly  
(So long as breath shall last) will cry,  
King CHARLES is He, yea He alone,  
Until by death he quit his throne  
(A fair death be't) unto his Seed  
That in their Right shall him succeed.   

4. March on brave blades, stand to your Arms,  
Fear neither force, nor Magic charms,  
Stand for a King, and but for one,  
Be not for many, nor for none:  
Then are you truly right and square,  
Though such of late were very rare.   

1. They were indeed, yea very thin,  
But now me thinks they do begin  
To wheel about; insooth they must,  
For, else they know whereto totrust;  
Even to their heels, yet divers say,  
they'll rather turn, than run away,   

2. I think so to; They'll never strain  
To turn, and turn again for gain;  
These whirligigs were all of late  
(I marry were they) for the State;  
The Publick-good sounds well toth' ear,  
But, dost thou think that was their care?   

3. Yes, if they count themselves the State,  
For many a cunning-crafty Mate,  
And simpering-soothing Separatist  
(Let be his Sect what ere you list)  
Within a while hath gotten more,  
Than e'er in all his life before.   

4. Had these but loved the State indeed,  
As they pretended, better speed  
The Commonwealth had found; but now  
(As it were a waggon in a flough)  
It's foundered; Let us, might and main,  
Labour to get it out again.   

1. It's deeply plunged, it i'th' mire and clay,  
And like is longer there to stay,  
Unless the Master Waggoner stand  
And set thereto his helping hand;  
Then it shall run on wheels again  
Being kept up right by Charlemagne.   

2. Me thinks I see't begin to rise,  
Fill me a cup of upsy-frize.  
To joy our Friends: such Friends I mean,  
As do unto the right side lean;  
Who being Loyal to their King,  
ne'er wronged the State in any thing.   

3. These are the cordial Royalists  
That love (not as the Familists)  
Their King, and Country, Church, and State,  
Nor do they seek to animate  
Each against other furiously,  
But study peace and unity.   

This unity is held by none,  
That have more Ruling-Heads than one;  
The manyes multiplicity  
Produceth such variety  
Of judgements, that they know not where  
To set their staff up, here or there.   

1. No King at all, some feign would have,  
And some would all, even every Knave;  
These mad-head, Harebrains have such fits,  
They run themselves quite out their wits;  
Let them go on, and run their fill,  
For nought they'll do but what they will.   

2. England, search all Antiquity,  
Hath thrived best under Monarchy:  
Our Ancestors approved of it,  
And why should any question it?  
Oh I-these are wiser, and do see  
More clearly than their Ancestry.   

3. There are in th' Indies, Travellers say,  
Some Monsters called Acephaloi:  
All breech and body, but no Head,  
If we prove such, weare ill bestead:  
Yet many a woodcock, tooth and nail,  
Labours to do't, could he prevail.   

4. It's dangerous cutting through the Main,  
(Say, but from England into Spain,  
Nay less, not many words to spend,  
Be't but from London to Graavesand)  
Without a Pilot: Let him sail,  
It's ten to one, if safe we sail.   

1. Each Kingdom is a ship, and it  
Ought it have a Pilot that is ●●●▪  
None can be more than is a King  
Experienced in every thing,  
That to his Kingship doth belong,  
Right to maintain, and punish wrong.   

King Charles is such, then happy we,  
Can we our happiness but see-  
But ah, the lately new-sprung Light  
Hath put out many a Weaklings sight;  
So operative is its excellence,  
That it doth quite corrupt the sense.   

They call it a Light, but yet indeed  
It rather heat, mark with what speed  
The Zealots in their fiery fit  
Run headlong, being inflamed with it.  
Call't what they will, it hath proved more dire  
Than ever did Saint Anthony's fire.   

This Light like Ignis fatuus,  
Or jack with a wisp hath led us  
Quite from our Thoame, about let's tack,  
And then away to the Fiels we'll pack;  
Pack? March, I would say, for that word  
Becomes not him, that wears a Sword.   

Vive le Roy, long live King Charles,  
Maugre the spite of envious Carls:  
King of England, Scotland France,  
And Ireland too: come, let's advance,  
All his just Titles to maintain,  
Proclaiming him, once and again,   

Defender of the Faith, o'er all  
Civil and Ecclesiastical  
Supreme, subjected unto none  
That lives in his Dominion:  
Having a right in every thing,  
Such as is due to an English King.   

This is his Title, but of late  
It's almost quite worn out of date▪  
One crieth Charles, and let's slip King,  
Which is a pretty upstart thing;  
As if he only had a name,  
Without a Kingdom to the same.   

The King, cry others; but, sans ours;]  
Indeed they only count him yours,  
Who with a free and loyal heart  
Do both yourselves to him impart,  
And what is yours; To do him good,  
Not sparing even your dearest blood.   

There is a third sort (man to blame)  
That use nor King nor Charles to name,  
But only He, He who is placed,  
Here over us; Will this still last?  
I hope it will not; ere't be long,  
They'll pack, or sing another song.   

Renowned Charles, thy suffering  
Being passed, Thou'lt be a glorious King:  
Fire purifieth the Gold from dross,  
The way to th'Crown is by the Cross;  
thoust three Crowns now, and time to come  
Reserves thy fourth of Martyrdom.   

Come, strike up Drums, and bravely beat  
An English March, our Charles the Great  
Shall never fall, whise we canstand,  
In this, or any other Land:  
Triumph he, wheresoever he goes,  
With honour, over all his Foes.   

Vive le Roy, & tous les scions,  
Dieu luy garde, & tous set biens.   
FINIS.