dolour, ac Voluptas, invicem cedunt. OR England's Glorious Change, by Calling Home of KING CHARLES THE SECOND. Together with the Royalists Exaltation▪ And the fanatics Diminution.  
COme Muse; didst ever joy in recreating,  
And solace of thyself in nominating  
Dangers expeled; When in a calm of Peace,  
Thou resting liest, as in a Bed at ease.  
Didst ever hear that War was sought of any  
Unless by those which (as their Trade) kept many  
Sluggards, and such, who nothing had to lose,  
Except it were their clothes, their Lice, and Fleas.  
Peace ea●nt for such, then soon absent yourselves,  
It is a Rock that must destroy these Elves;  
They hang their heads, yet dare not seem to cry,  
At this their unexpected misery.  
They know that if they vissibly do frown,  
There is a rod will whip their stomachs down.  
Our worthy General, whose echoed fame,  
Shall sing aloud great Trophies of his name.  
'Twas he that came here as a Favourite,  
Who seemingly did own the Rumpers right,  
Not through his fear, 'twas through his policy,  
To period the kingdom's misery,  
Not by a bloody fight, there need no more,  
Such massacring as we have had before.  
Such waste of blood in stopping of that flame,  
Which through the fire of Swords had raised the same.  
Go Lobsters hide yourselves within the deep,  
That is the fittest place for you to creep.  
Show not your heads fanatics, our intent,  
Is for to serve the King and Parliament.  
You as the wicked weeds amongst good Corn,  
Shall by your deepest Roots from thence be torn;  
You cobblers, ploughmen, which thought it no crime,  
With others means, to make yourselves sublime.  
Know we've a King a coming (long exiled)  
To punish you, but oh he's far to mild:  
He dont delight his name abroad to spread,  
Or make his Foes by Rigour his name dread:  
He's merciful, firm in his undertaking,  
His old, and trusty Friends, in not forsaking,  
Pitiful unto such who have deserved  
His angry Brow, and from his Cause have swerved;  
But woe to you, new Lords, your first degree,  
Had been a Thousand times more fit for ye.  
And you Poor Royalists, which were a prey,  
Unto those wolves, and long time obscure lay,  
Advance yourselves, lift up your heads on high,  
Your shepherd's looks, will make the wolves to fly  
Your long expected CHARLES is coming home,  
Never such joy e'er came to Christendom.  
Our Nation like a Ship e'en over blown,  
Our Laws, Lives, Liberties, e'en over thrown,  
Our Churches jeered, our Ministers despised,  
Nothing for Christianity is prized;  
But what's allowed, by the Quaking Dogs,  
Who were in swarms, resembling Egypt's Frogs.  
Till God beholding us, did pity take,  
Destroying them, even for his gospel's sake;  
And for a MOSES, he a MONK did send,  
Who with his rod, did us from them defend.  
Then let us not ascribe this unto Fate,  
Or unto Chance, as being fortunate;  
But unto th'Almighty God, who did portend  
These blessings for us, give praise to—  
THE END.  
T. W.   

LONDON, Printed in the year 1660.