The Noble Monk: OR, An ACROSTICAL panegyric to the memory of his EXCELLENCY The Lord General George Monk.  

GLory or Shame, Renown, or Infamy  
Ever on Great men's ways attendant be,  
Our Noble George, with th' later 'gan to play;  
Right dark it was before the Break of day:  
Great now's our hope: Our Morning is begun,  
Earnest we look, and long for th' rising Sun.   

May we not style this Champion our Jove Stator,  
Our city's Cure, our Countries Liberator?  
Now England, in whose Nostrils friars stunk,  
Knows She is highly bound to bless a MONK.   

Go on brave Hero, as thou hast begun,  
entail that honour th' haste already won  
On thy successors. Let thine actions shine,  
rendering thee truly ' a Branch o'th' Yorkish Line,  
Grow Great and Good, like him that rightly chose  
(Emblem of Innocence) the Milk-white Rose.   

Make it appear to th' world that thou art He,  
ordained by God for England's liberty:  
Now look not back, nor once withdraw thine hand,  
Know 'tis no small thing for to save a LAND.    

LONDON, Printed by Tho. Milbourn for the Author, 1660.