The Fortunate Change: BEING A PANEGYRIC TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY, King Charles the Second, Immediately on his Coronation, being the 23. of April 1661.  
By Carew Reynell, Esq  
LONDON, Printed for Henry Herringman, at the Anchor in the Lower walk in the New Exchange. 1661.   

The Fortunate Change: BEING A PANEGYRIC TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY, Immediately on his Coronation.  
HOw tranquil are we grown, who heretofore  
Were harased by the 
(a) The Covenant, which was the cause of our distempers, had its Origine from Scotland.  Caledonian Boar!  
Was ever such a Change! from Stygian grief  
To mount to Heavenly joy! it were past belief,  
But that our eyes so plainly see't, and we  
Are drunk already with our liberty.  
O Noble Britain's! now the King's our own,  
Established, Crowned, and in the Regal Throne:  
Whose dazzling lustre there makes all confess,  
That in his Sceptre lies our happiness.  
When first he was invited to come in,  
Joy struck the Dutch stark mad, whose Rummerkin  
A minute ne'er stood still: to him they drunk  
Rhenish enough whole Dorps for to have sunk;  
And then they would not leave the business so  
But they must feast him too before he go.  
Ten days together did the Canons roar  
Till that he parted from rough Schiveling-shore.  
When whistling winds did give him passage sweet,  
Unto fair Albion's Isle; where the proud Fleet  
ne'er rang such peals of Ordinance: For the Thunder  
Pleased loyal Kentish, but was French-men's wonder.  
The English leaped to see their longed-for Prince,  
And vowed that they were never happy since  
His absence from them: and all persons strove  
Which should outdo each other in their love.  
The body of the Gentry did appear,  
And City too, to own their Sovereign dear.  
Their Souls and Vest'ments glittered both that day  
Joying him home the twenty nineth of May.  
Fresh glories did the Coronation show  
The glorious Prince hath made his Subjects so.  
The Triumphs of the Ancients mean appear,  
If we compare them with our Splendour here.  
The bravery of Metals, Gems, and Art  
Were prostrate then, their glories to impart  
Unto the Nobles, Cavalry, and those  
Who did their Sacred Sovereign enclose.  
The City beautified their streets, and built  
Lofty, and speaking Arches richly gilded,  
As if the Heavens to the Earth did bow,  
So things were Pompous and Magnific now.  
Amongst the throngs (Great Charles) that press to see,  
Pardon if I approach your Majesty.  
And Oh! that I could passion forth my Love,  
That all the World might in a passion move  
Of highest Joy.  
Castalian moisture, and the Phoebean fire  
Now Juvenize my Muse, my Soul inspire,  
That from the Centre of my raptured heart,  
My swelling joys may burst, and so impart  
Themselves to those, whose loyal spirits know  
To value Majesty, and what we own  
To such high Fortune, that with full Career  
Runs to all Quarters of our Hemisphere.  
And he that will not now let's heart run o'er  
With vast content, shall ne'er be happy more,  
By my consent.  
Prince of the World, whom Heavenly Powers design,  
And Nature too doth with the Gods combine,  
For to unravel all their stock of Art,  
To show what to the World they can impart,  
In framing you to be, just as you are,  
Beyond what we, poor Mortals, can compare.  
But then again of so Divine a Race,  
There is but one on Earth assumes the place,  
Which makes your Subjects proud, that they possess  
Your person, whose sole value is no less  
Than all the Orb beside. Great Sir 'tis you  
That makes us great, and makes us virtuous too.  
O! you are good, too good to be abused,  
Thus to be dealt with, and so basely used  

(b) The Schismatics of all sorts, that oppose the Church of England, or Monarchy, by their former, and continued plottings.  By some, whose ugly, black, and Hellish Souls  
Are listed in the first of Plutoe's rowls.  
Death in a thousand shapes for punishment  
Would not be equal to their vile intent:  
Who to affront your Sovereign Power make bold;  
Would unthrone God Almighty if they could.  
But loyal Subjects by such foils as these,  
I hope, seem brighter to your Kingly eyes.  

(c) For otherwise men of ill principles will wind in themselves to the Court, and other Offices of the Nation by Money and such shifts, and under the vizard of seeming Loyalty, endeavour to disadvantage the Royal and National interest.  Countenance those, brave Prince, and those alone;  
So shall you have a sure established Throne.  
For if to Heretic in Church or State  
You give an Inch, they'll take an Ell, and 
(d) Witness, after the King's extreme mild Ecclesiastic Declaration, they had the impudence to print and say, the King ought to stand to the Covenant taken, though his Majesty owned his crime in taking it, which some ill men had forced on him: & commanded a forgetfulness of it.  prate  
Their wild Opinions to the Multitude,  
Who'll know no reason, but from hand that's rude.  
Laugh we upon them, like the Black-Moor, they  
Will cut our Throats; well Cudgeled, they'll obey.  
What would men have? No People's like us free.  
've best Religion, best Propriety.  
All Nations court our true-framed Church, and boast  
Of all Reformed we are Reform most.  
But we have found the cheat; for now we're sure  

(e) To take away property, and alter the Government in Church and State.  Their aims to be most wicked and impure.  
For never honest man, and Learned both,  
Did write 'gainst English Laws or Subject's Oath,  
Or else 'gainst 
(f) They have the most ancient Right to sit in Parliament, who with the Lords heretofore made up the King's great Council without the Commons.  Bishops, Liturgy, or Rites,  
They are the Nerves which parts to th' whole unites.  
They who will not at least those props maintain  
Are all fanatics in the highest strain.  
No Nation needs more plagues than this alone  
That they a 
(g) Half Episcop. and half Presbyt.  Linsy-woolsey-Church must own.  
'Tis Union, Sir, and Uniformity  
Makes us all happy in your Kingdoms three.  
Let Country plate their grounds, contrive their Farms;  
And City mind their Shops, not Neighbour's harms.  
Let Pastors teach their Flocks true Faith and Love,  
And not Sedition, or Superiors move,  
Or tell close Counsels, lies, or public news  
In Parish-Church the people to abuse.  
This was their trade whereby 
(h) They were the Incendiaries that set the Nation on fire, and then kept it blazing till they were at last even burnt in their own flames, and looked upon by the then prevailing party as useless Creatures.  themselves they damned  
And Souls as fast as that men's Souls were framed.  
What Laws, or King and Bishop do appoint  
They spit at Heaven who give a public taint.  
They who the King's co-ercive power deny  
In Church-Affairs smell rank of Popery.  
But now no more of this: Our King is wise,  
Hath best experience and discerning eyes.  
Leave but the State to him, we need not fear,  
Let every Subject mind his proper sphere.  
Drowned with delights I am to think that we  
Have such a Monarch, such a Monarchy.  
Our 
(i) We have the unity of a Monarchy, as also its nobleness and gallantry, the benefit of an Aristocracy, and more true liberty and propriety than any Commonwealth.  Government so framed, we have all's good  
In any Nation of our Neighbourhood.  
The King's Supreme, whose 
(k) They are but very weak and raw Statesmen, that think the just prerogative is opposite to the Subjects good; that being the chief thing, that keeps us from intestine broils, that's the peaceful arbitrator.  just Prerogative  
Is so well built, as makes our Nation thrive.  
He makes our Laws: both the Estates consent:  
But the two Houses are no Parliament.  
Yet in opposing any of the three  
We banish Native Right and Property.  
For though some were, who cut us out our Commons,  
And would have had us fed as once the Romans:  
Yet trying all designs at last we came  
Most willingly to our Monarchick frame.  
For all the rest, they were so basely vain  
They did undo us in a Saintlike strain.  
But God be praised, now our wishes are,  
To be just 
(l) As we were for ancient Laws and Government, not as we were for heart-burnings and tumultuous uproars.  as we were before this War.  
And had we 
(m) These were extreme able Men for politic abilities, and really meant well for the public.  Laud and Strafford once again  
we'd kiss their footsteps, and adore their train.  
Our Church is glorious, to whose purity  
Apostles, Fathers, Moderns do agree.  
Luther and Calvin did the World improve:  
Yet had great Crimes, with which we bear in love.  
The one did err in point of Sacrament;  
The 
(n) Though he had many scandalous opinions in Discipline, and some points of Doctrine, yet he was for a public Liturgy, from which no man of whatever Eminency might recede.  other damned more than was God's intent.  
But Oh, the Church of England far outshines  
All Europe else for learned and choice Divines.  
She warned by others Crimes laid blest foundations,  
Not mixed with Rome or Schisme's deformations.  

(o) Any of these men not only went beyond Calvin, or the best Modern Divines their Antagonists, but even in abilities and Orthodoxy equalled, if not excelled many of the Ancient Fathers.  Jewel, and Davenant, Morton, Ʋsher, Hall,  
Andrews, and Prideaux did her Mother call.  
Brownrigge with Featly and great Hammond too,  
And of that judgement we have 
(p) We have now Bishops and Doctors of the Church fare excelling any Europe hath again. So that I wonder at the impudence of some Persons, that dare so affront God to his face, in presuming so fare against his Angels of the Churches.  hundreds more,  
Giants in Divinity which have deserts  
Beyond compare of any foreign parts.  
These are the men I speak of when I name  
The Church of England of un-spotted fame.  
I do not mean those Quacks which equal all:  
Skip up in Cloaks and tell the World a tale.  
Preach nonconformity, and noisome are  
To all good Christians; for they breed a War  
Where e'er they come. Oh! no, 'tis such as these  
Defile our Nation with their 
(q) When the Covenanters wrote to the foreign Churches their design, they shown a general dislike to it, especially Diodati, who, as saith a French Author, wrote to them earnestly to cleave to the King, and leave off defaming the Christian Religion by their rebellious actings.  frauds and lies.  
A Surplice chokes them: for that guilty crew  
That Sacred badge of innocence ne'er knew.  
Their works are dark and bloody; for they wait  
A time to garble both the Church and State.  
Were Argus with us and his hundred eyes  
He ne'er would find their Cabal-Mysteries.  
To speak the truth, themselves they do not know  
What they would have, or why they teach men so.  
But pride and gain 'tis makes them mad for action.  
Oh! itching sweetness for to head a faction.  
To be well rid of these 'tis happiness  
Beyond the power of Art for to express.  
But that which brings us peace, and makes us blest,  
Is Charles our King, who sweetly Crowns the rest.  
His rigidst Enemies no fault can find  
With any of his actions; and whose mind  
Well understands the malice of his foes:  
And themselves better than themselves he knows.  
Dread Sir, Great Caesar, or the Macedon,  
Had they but half your troubles undergone;  
Or had the hardy Man of Carthage seen  
Your tugging task; All these had surely been  
Startled in Soul at such a strange affair,  
And sunk into their Graves for mere despair.  
But you did Envy's cruelest Darts withstand;  
And direst shock of fate did Countermand.  
As eagle's eyes pierce Sun and Heaven's roof:  
So you outdared misfortunes, and were proof  
'Gainst rude Alarms: for there still did rest  
A never-shaken courage in your breast.  
Thus you endured, till pleasant gales and loyal  
Wafted you over to your Palace Royal.  
Monk was God's Engine to bring this about:  
If merits could win Heaven, that would do't.  
Great Prince, you're greater by unhappy fate,  
And more 
(r) He is one of the greatest Persons this day on Earth, take him as a King, as a Gentleman, as a pious prudent Person and Father of his Country, or a Courageous Person and get highly Clement.  accomplished made for Church and State.  
That which the Rebels for your ruin design  
Turns to a blessing by a power Divine.  
For you have seen and suffered, done, and known,  
And by experience made so much your own:  
That if affairs call Nations to a view,  
They cannot judge of things so well as you.  
You speak all Languages, you know all Arts,  
And persons Eminent for Soul or parts.  
The Princes Chief of our next Continent  
You know in person, and their heart's intent.  
The intrigues of their States, Sir, you have found,  
Which makes you able for to pick your ground.  
And 
(s) Judge ye, whether we have not cause to bless God for such a Prince. Consider really his parts, and then ye wise men of the World, let your hearts melt in his presence.  thus improved you come unto your Lands  
Bravely to strengthen their enfeebled hands.  
For in your absence we were all undone:  
VVolves in Sheep's Clothing did our Church o'errun.  
Propriety we lost, nor had we Laws  
Nor yet Religion; but the Cause, the Cause  
Which still was changed as new factions Rose,  
And plagues on plagues on us they did impose.  
Till you came with your sweetening hand, which brings  
Balm and Perfumes to change the worst of things.  
Oh! how already you have made us see  
Your Wisdom, Goodness, and your Piety.  
For you no sooner in your Country stood,  
But founded bulwarks for their lasting good.  
Which you by the Oblivion did declare,  
And that we should be perfect friends took care.  
That great and factious Army out of hand  
You by your sacred Art did soon disband.  
You gave free current to the good old Laws,  
And rescued us out of the Lion's jaws.  
But, Sir, your wisdom never shined more clear  
Than in the Church, whose Father you appear.  
By standing to th' Apostles Institution  
Against the wicked Parity's Confusion.  
By choosing Bishops truly good and Learned,  
Whose piety by all is plain discerned.  
The very meanest of those Seraphic Souls  
Their Judgements outweigh all Schismatic scrowls,  
And are of value and Authority  
Above all fancies of the modern cry.  

(t) Did the Enemies of the Church of England know, what fond and undigested Churches these are, they would by't their tongues rather than mention them.  Geneva, France, and Holland-Reformations  
Compared to ours are poor and sinful fashions.  
But I'll not speak more of their rough-drawn mould:  
Because 
(u) I have heard many of them myself wish it during my abode beyond Sea. The Synod of Dort they expressed also their desires for a Discipline like England.  they'd change for ours if they could.  
For we are pure in Doctrine, and are blest  
By that sweet order which St. Paul expressed.  
Thou sacred Order art that thing Divine,  
Rules Heaven itself: All things by thee combine.  
Thou art a riddle to the vulgar Crew,  
Who cannot judge of things beyond their view.  
But yet art Sacred, for the Ancients they  
Those ranked with Beasts that knew not Harmony.  
A silent crime in Doctrine less offends  
Our public peace and good, than that which tends  
To break our union stamped with Church's Seal,  
That hurts but one; this last, the Common-weal.  
The learned of all the Nations, Sir, approve  
Your Chapel-method, and your order love.  
You are a second Constantine to stay  
Our Holy Church from falling to decay.  
And Alfred-like in state you love to see  
Justice run hand in hand with Liberty.  
That Royal Star which at your birth did shine  
We see did mark you out in Grand design  
For brave Achievements. And your looks appear,  
That settling once your Nations void of fear  
Your mind will carry you to Regions warm,  
And Conquer all, who dare oppose your Arm:  
Should French but Swagger, Paris were our own.  
If Spaniard frown, his Mexico were gone.  
How many Sprightly Lads do wait when you  
Will call them out whole nations to subdue?  
Now you have conquered hearts, methinks I see  
Empires do homage to your Majesty.  
'Tis you we cleave to, Sir, and your desires  
bend to your Subjects, whence comes mutual fires  
Of ardent Love; the Prince and people join  
By Ecclesiastic and by civil twine.  
O! God of Heaven what shall we do  
Ourselves Sufficient Subjects for to show  
To him, whose love unto us so extends  
That for our good his life and fortune spends!  
Who by his presence and his lovely charms  
Stills our loud cries, and takes us in his arms.  
Heals them that will, and those that will not, he  
Doth interpose himself, that they agree.  
The Nobles, Bishops, Gentry, Clergy, all  
Join hands and hearts and Centre in Whitehall.  
We are quiet now, and if we will ourselves  
We may avoid all rough-hewen rocks and Shelves.  
Then one and all cry Charles, for he alone  
Hath wrought our bliss, gives every man his own  
In recompense for which, Sir, this we'll do  
Give you our Hearts, our lives, and purses too.  
FINIS.