FESTA GEORGIANA, OR THE Gentry's & Country's Joy FOR THE CORONATION OF THE KING, ON St. GEORGE'S DAY.  — Quis non laetabitur?—  printer's or publisher's device 
LONDON, Printed in the Year MDCLXI.   

FESTA GEORGIANA, OR THE Gentry's and Country's Joy, etc.  

I.  
BEloved Albion, Happy Soil,  
The eye of Islands, Fairest Land,  
Who placed by careful Nature so dost stand,  
Thy fertile plains do scarce require a Toil.  
Darling of Neptune, and the Seas,  
Whose waves do seem themselves to please  
When billowing in their unevened Ranks  
They gladly come to kiss thy fruitful banks;  
And joyful they may be  
Honoured in serving thee,  
Thy Ships like numerous mountains may  
Dance on their waves, & on their billows play.  
Whilst the Caerulean god protects them from all harms,  
And stored with Gold returns them with full tides into thine Arms.   

II.  
Happy in every thing that may  
Enrich, or make a Kingdom blest,  
Fully replenished with all goods, the best,  
But yet most happy in this glorious day:  
This day, (the sum of all our joys)  
For without it they all were toys,  
Fancies Chimaeras, we could only boast,  
The Gods had sent their bounties to our Coast;  
But would not now they were at hand  
Permit, or suffer them to land;  
As if they had a mind to show  
Their blessings to us, but still let us know,  
That though they showered them, down with a plenteous hand,  
Until confirmed by this day's work, they were at their command.   

III.  
But now the Seal is past, and they  
Made sure to us, the writings sound  
And we may safely say, the gods are bound  
Still to continue them whilst we obey:  
Our happiness lies in our will,  
Nor can we ever lose it, till  
We first break Covenants, and so once more  
Render ourselves more wretched than before.  
But that's a foolish Tenant sure,  
Who having once made forfeiture  
Of's Lease, when by the Courtesy  
Of his good Landlord, it restored shall be,  
Will desperately adventure for to break his bonds, forget  
The kindness, and a forfeit make again of that and it.   

iv  
Worthy St. George, Heroic Knight,  
Mirror of valour, for which more  
Shall we thy blessed Memory adore,  
That with the Dragon thou maintain'dst a fight,  
And didst the beauteous Virgin save,  
Who trembling stood to meet her grave,  
Expecting when her Corpse should be made guest,  
And lodged within the jaws of the fierce beast;  
Or shall we Celebrate thy fame  
That on thy day, and 
‖ George Monck.  by thy name,  
We freed are from a beast more fell,  
Than threeheaded monstrous Beast of hell:  
For on this day is fully quelled a Dragon, who did stand,  
Not ready to devour a maid, but this whole flourishing Land.   

V  
No more shall Traitorous Villains now  
Such fond and foolish reasons bring,  
To justify Rebellion 'gainst their King,  
'Cause yet the Crown had not enchased his brow  
Such fiery Dragons now shall feel,  
St. George can brandish still his steel;  
And that the strong endeavours all are vain  
Of those would snatch us from our joys again.  
How would the grateful Romans strive,  
To make the memory to live,  
Of such a Saint, how would they build  
Him Altars, and due Adoration yield!  
But if we do deny him that, let's not do this I pray,  
That though we Deify not the Saint, let's Canonize the day.   

VI  
A day that needs no outward show  
To make it glorious, for within  
Our hearts should Pageants of joy be seen,  
They are the sacrifices which we own  
To such transcendent good, and bliss,  
To such surpassing joy as this.  
What need the Citizens such fabrics rear,  
As if they'd make them touch the very sphere,  
As if they would the stars out vie,  
And make St. Paul's Church not seem high.  
'Twould be far better, could they boast  
They sacrificed their loves, and not their cost:  
But we'el not blame them, since such is their joy, they can't with hold,  
To offer up to it, the god they most adore, their gold.   

VII.  
Let them think so, they have done their parts,  
we'll strive their offering to out do  
Though not so rich, our victimes are more true;  
They offer dross, we put up loyal hearts:  
Hearts which armed with Royal love,  
Still shall soar, and mount above  
All their vast Pyramids, and high built toys,  
And there rest fixed for to confirm our joys:  
Whilst the Trophies of their cost,  
Will not last six months at most,  
But must down; Our Loyalty  
we'll propagate unto eternity,  
And make the envions' Sun too soon shrink in his head above,  
To see he must withdraw his beams,  we withdraw our love.   

VIII.  
Nor will we be wanting still,  
To express our outward full content,  
Though heaven to us the blessings have not sent,  
To do like them, what we can do we will.  
Though we can't such Monuments raise,  
But the wonder of nine days,  
we'll raise our voices three notes higher, sing  
Carols of joy to Glorious Charles our King.  
And thus we'll every year renew  
Those sports shall make our joys still new  
Freely chant our thoughts, not cares,  
Invent no plots, nor study jealous fears:  
Strive to make those our Counsellors, who do no goodness own,  
And but for faction and schism had never yet been known.   

IX.  
Our mirth shall harmless be, yet free,  
Mixed both with love and Loyalty  
we'll live as if the golden age were now  
Returned, and with the Crown on Charles his brow:  
All thoughts of mischief were exiled,  
Those days returned when we beguiled  
Our time with harmless mirth, before the pains  
Rebellion brings, were crept into our veins,  
Before that May poles were thought gods,  
Or King and Parliament at odds.  
Before Lawn sleeves were judged unholy,  
Before 'twas thought a sin to seem but jolly;  
Before we run ourselves into that deep abyss of shame,  
And by overthrowing Church and State, Murdering our Sovereign.   

X.  
This is true mirth, will make us blest;  
Thus we'll enjoy ourselves, no fears  
Of innovations shall disturb our rest,  
Or headlong set's together by the ears:  
we'll blessed live in innocence,  
Religion shall be no pretence  
For Rebels, we'll not credit presbytery,  
'Cause we already know't so gross a lie.  
Our Loyalty shall be our guard,  
By that all mischiefs shall be barred  
From breaking in, for to annoy,  
Or in the least disturb our well fixed joy.  
Plenty and riches too shall flow, while we enjoy our King,  
Allegiance and Obedience 'tis, will peace and plenty bring.   

XI.  
we'll laugh at those fond fools who do  
Think harmless mirth to be a sin,  
Believe their outward purity but a gin  
To draw us to those mischiefs we must rue.  
The Rochet and three corner'd Cap,  
Shall be no more a Puritan trap  
To drive us from our duty, we'll believe  
No longer there's a Dee'le in a Lawn sleeve.  
The High Commission shall not fright us,  
Alas! they cannot there indite us,  
'Twas made for them whose purity  
Seducing snares are, to catch others by.  
Whilst in a doleful tone, Sternehold and Hopkins they disgorge,  
we'll to the merry Organs sing Hymns to the brave St. George.   

XII.  
To brave St. George, whose happy day  
Thus puts an end to all our woe,  
Our merry songs, our joyful hearts shall show,  
Not in dull strains, for ever and for aye;  
No our inspired souls shall stretch  
Out Paeans 'bove the Muse's reach.  
Phoebus to yield his harp to us shan't grudge,  
Were not dull Midas, but skilled Orpheus' Judge:  
And yet our Songs shall something teach  
Not such as Presbyterians preach,  
Invectives, but more Loyal strains,  
The Products of the Sack flows in our veins:  
That clears our blood, and makes it good, and that shall teach us sing,  
With tides of joy, exalted notes to our new Crowned King.   

SONG.  

I.  
Rejoice, Rejoice,  
Strain, strain your voice,  
A note or two yet higher,  
Let the Bells loud ring,  
Whilst we merrily sing,  
More sweet than the heavenly choir.  
Our Woes are all past,  
For they could not long last,  
To vex and torment us more,  
Our joys are made sure,  
And will now endure  
More certain than ever before.  

Then let us be merry, and drink full cups round  
For to day, for to day, for to day our King's Crowned.    

2.  
By so much the more  
Were our sorrows before,  
By so much our joy shall be greater,  
Though our griefs did long last,  
Yet now they are passed,  
Our pleasures will be but the sweeter.  
We may sing and carouse,  
We may drink, we may bowse,  
So still we continue but loyal,  
Those blessings which before  
Were denied us, we now more  
Will enjoy, for our plagues were our trial.  

Then let us be merry, and drink full cups round,  
For to day, for to day, for to day our Kings Crowned.    

3.  
To St. George we will drink,  
To St. George we will skink,  
And offer whole quarts of Canary,  
we'll clear our hoarse throats,  
And strike up our notes,  
And make the whole world to be merry.  
we'll faction forswear,  
And all Rebels Laws dare,  
For he needs must be loyal that's jolly,  
When the Devil first gave birth  
To Rebellion on earth,  
The Midwife was Melancholy.  

Then let us be merry, and drink full cups round,  
For to day, for to day, for to day our King's Crowned.    

4.  
Who a health doth refuse,  
Like the race of the Jews,  
Let him prove both a scandal and scorn,  
Let his Memory rot,  
And his Name be forgot,  
As if he had never been born.  
'Tis your merry, merry souls  
Who take freely their bowls,  
That still are as constant as fate,  
Whilst your dull-beaded sots  
Are construing of plots  
To ruin the Church and the State.  

Then let us be merry, and drink full cups round,  
For to day, for to day, for to day, our King's Crowned.     

XIII.  
Thus in free jollity we'll flow,  
And yet not surfeit in our joys,  
A moderation's good, to much annoys,  
How far to pass, and where to stop we know;  
The best of all things are made worse  
Gorrupted; blessings may be made a curse,  
No surfeit's's good, but the excess of things  
We love, the worst of all diseases brings.  
All things should have their time, though now  
We joy at heavens smiling brow,  
Yet we'll not spend our joys unto a dearth,  
Lest their decease should be our sorrows birth;  

We can convert our smiles to tears, and make it our due cares  
To pray, since God hath blest us thus, that still he'd hear our prayers.    

XIV.  
we'll pray, that as our King is Crowned  
So he may reign for ever, no hard fate  
Put Period to his Life, our blessings date,  
That as in Crowns, he may in good abound:  
That no Puritan tricks may move  
Subjects from his, him from their love:  
That no Rebellion may disturb his ease,  
Or break this Kingdoms but new-setled peace:  
That both beloved and feared, he like a god  
On Earth, may live loved here, and feared abroad:  
That we may happy live, to see  
Brave Royal branches of this Princely tree:  

That as a George restored his Crown, the same George may advance,  
The Conquering St. George's Cross, into the heart of France.     
FINIS.