AN ESSAY TO A Continuation OF ITER BOREALE; Attempting something upon the happy influence, which that seasonable and successful march OF THE LORD General Monck Out of the North, had upon the Arts and Sciences. BY a LOVER of LEARNING. LONDON, Printed for Robert Smith, and are to be sold at the Crane in Paul's Churchyard. 1660. An Essay to a Continuation OF ITER BOREALE. COme, come my Muse away, make haste to greet Great General Monck, go kiss his welcome feet; Indeed th' art something tardy but however The Proverb holds, 'tis better, late than never. Some Candid Reader will suppose the lack Of generous Wine, might set thy fancy back. Excuses may be found for coming late, For thankfulness is seldom out of date: What Art or Science shall not stoop to the Great Hero, Patron of their liberty. Lily and Cambden both, had ta'en their flight From British-coasts, and left a shady night, But for thy coming, they had packed away Their Parts of speech, and durst no longer stay: The Nouns were frighted at the Martial brood, And feared Declension as the Cases stood; The Substantives began to make their moan, They must have help, they could not stand alone; The Adjective that could not stand before, Did never look to be supported more; The Numbers were too weak to keep the field, And with the fifteen Pronouns meant to yield. Comparisons grew odious, what degree. Can be expected from an Anarchy? The Verb and Participle found no fence, That might secure them in the Future-Tence POSSUM was called with all his force, but he Confessed he wanted possibility. The other Parts of speech did want protection, Witness the sighing of the Interjection. SYNTAX despaired, saying, will they spare A quiet place where any concord's are; And poor Prosodia all besmears her eye With weeping to her mournful Elegies. But thou hast wiped them, and she means to raise Her highest note to celebrate thy praise. SECT. 2. Rhetoric that pleasant Mistress, Learning's grace Whose gaudy Varnish wont to hid the face Of horrid Acts, grows mute, and doth deny To colour treason by an Encomy. Her smother stile was turned to Haesitation, Stifled with guilt, it marred her pronunciation. But by thy coming, thou hast raised the hopes Of fainting Suada, and redeemed her Tropes By casting subtle figures, so that all She speaks of thee, must be Myoticall. Now may she speak her mind and may declare What kind of Mushrooms our late Courtiers were; That NOL a Brewer was, and PRIDE his Dray man, HEWSON a Cobbler, PACKER but a Layman The Rump forlorn, and of that cursed Crew Some lose their pelf, some bid the World adieu. Thus hast thou furnished Pytho with a spring, To curse the wicked, and salute a King. SECT. 3. Logic, the Queen of Reason, to whose bent All power stooped by force of Argument, Is now so baffled, that she prostrate lies A Captive Vassell to absurdities. 'Twould melt your heart to hear the doleful story And sad complaint from every Catagory; SUBSTANTIA lost her substance, and she meant, Hadst thou not come to turn an accident; 'Twas well poor QVANTITY was so discreet, To stay her time, thy kind access to greet. All QVALITY was so transformed of late, She lost her skill, nor could denominate: Princes, must go on foot and beggars ride, Cobblers turn Peers, and Carters magnified; The noble quality which want t' adorn The Courts of Princes now become a scorn To base Plebeians, you would spew to see A stinking Rump dressed up in Majesty. RELATIONS all grew heavy and each eye Was turned a Fount by kinder sympathy Nor do I wonder when all Royal ACTION Is solely managed by a cursed faction. PASSION grew high, and could not brook such things As mounting Beggars and deposing Kings. VBI looks out in hope she might descry Some kinder succour in extremity. QVANDO thinks long, and saith, what shall I be Servant of Servants to eternity. SITUS was restless; while she makes a moan, The worst of Varlets did profane the Throne. The HABITS were so wicked in the Nation, That now Rebellion calls for abjuration, 'Twas God that sent thee in this doubtful season, To make us men and bring us to our reason, The ill bred genus thou hast packed from hence, Defining Kingdoms by a difference; The cursed Juncto of Hypocrisy, Themselves are baffled by a fallacy: The World could not have found so fit a pate, In such a nick of time to moderate. SECT 4. Morals that wont to guide us heretofore, A crowd of Clowns had voted out of door. The vertuer hid themselves while bolder Vice Hath friends at Court, and is upon her rise. ‛ What need is there of Ethics, why should we ‛ Consult the heathen for felicity. ‛ Alas! Their summum bonum is a toy ‛ Compared with ours; three Kingdoms we enjoy, ‛ And can we keep them we shall not envy ‛ The great Mogoll in all his Majesty: ‛ Why should we Christians stoop to higher powers, ‛ Adam their Grandsire was, and so is ours. Thou heardst our rudeness, and couldst easily spy Our great defect in this Philosophy. Thou readst an Ethick Lecture, we incline And prove proficients in thy discipline: The great usurping Dons which governed ail, Were Taught a Lesson more Monastical. Thy precept and thy practice both do ply The strictest lessons of Oeconomie, And where thou findest a student is for tricks, Thou showst thy skill as well in politics. The saucy Rump who scorned the best of Kings, In lower Congees broke her twattling strings To entertain thee, while a Chair of State Must be prepared and all that's delicate. Thou taught'st the Court, the Camp, and all to cry, ●ong live KING CHARLES God bless his Majesty. ●ext under God we own thy conquering banners, ●he late Edition of our English manners. SECT. 5. PHYSICS had lost their Science, whiles that all Was out of course, and turned unnatural; In vain their Students shall hereafter pry In Nature's Secrets, alls a prodigy; Materia prima like, poor England stood For some Impression, give it what you wood. Nature's best friend thou camest and found us thus, And brought a Form, by bringing Carolus. The Causes all conspire, and God direct The blessed production of this good effect; Thou hast engaged the Sophister to ply The choicest tracts in this Philosophy. SECT. 6. THe Metaphysics feared their tender Ens With verum bonum would be banished hence; The Angels could not save, although they lent, The strongest force of each intelligent: It was the In-created substance stayed The spiteful hands, and made them all afraid, By sending great St. George, who by his might, Did banish darkness, and recover light. SECT. 7. THe Law's a Kingdom's Bulwark, and the Fence, The two edged Sword that keeps from violence, Lost both their tongue and sense, so that the wise Called all oppression, in a Legal guise; Our Lives, our Fortunes, Names and all must be Poor fettered Prisoners to necessity. What doleful sound was heard, what lamentation Of Plunders, Thefts, of Rapes, and sequestration? Here sits a weeping Orphan, and anon We meet another ruin'd and undone. Astrea went her way, but (O the pity) She left her business with a dull Committee. The * Meaning pretenders without the practice of godliness. godly mend their pack, the Saint inherit Not by the Norman Law, but seeming merit; Each place of Trust and profit that way ran, And lo, the Saint is turned a Publican. High Courts of Justice never known before. Must be erected as a Postern▪ door For King and Peers, and to stop the cry Of Royal blood, they cloak their Butchery By seeming Law; and by a strange pretence All that was done was done by providence: And wilt, O God, endure so great affront From Hypocrites, and stand no more upon't? What shall the worst, and greatest of Impiety Acted by men, be charged upon the Deity? Shall such unheard of mischief still be high, Under Religion's Cloak? let God forbid: Thou heardst our suit, and sent great Monk to chase The Rumpant Rebel and Redeem the Mace. SECT. 8. MFdicks whose skill was wont to bring again A swooning Patient and remove the pain, Consults her Herbal, but could not descry, A proper Plant for England's malady; The bolder Emprick comes, and for his Fee, Prescribes Purgation and Phlebotomy; The Noblest blood runs out, the dregs remain, And still the Patient doth increase her pain; Now giving up the Ghost she was heard to cry, O give me something Sovereign, or I die, Thou heardst, and dost employ thy utmost skill To give her ease by giving her her will. A College of Physicians do consent She must be pleased, her Cure is content. Then hoist up sail, and lets not spare for c●st, Bring home that Drug, or England will be lost, She gladly takes it, and anon her dolour Ceased, looks fresh, and gains her colour Nay, then great Sir, since we are saved thus, We I gil● thy Shrine, Great Esculapius. SECT. 9 ARITHMETIC whose chiefest skill doth lie In total Sums, forgot to multiply; There was so much Division and Substraction, Her total Numbers mouldered into fraction. Her eager Students cry, when shall we be Past Subdivision, at the Rule of three. The Cheating Treasurers began to boast, Th' had past accounts, but recked without their Host. What do I stand for Ciphers? Reach a Pen, There must be more, you must account again: Thus didst thou teach the cheating Knave a trick, And taught him better in Arithmetic. SECT. 10. ASTRONOMY whose Lectures made us wise In Revolution, and to read the Skies, Now curse the Stars, and do conclude from thence Her ruin came, Malignant Influence Became her bane, and now she must deny To Court the Planets, all's Inconstancy. The new erected Lights eclipse the Sun; Prodigious Comet ●ay we are undone. Lillie was nonplussed, and at last he sell From Reading Heaven to consult with Hell▪ But stay, me thinks a glorious star appear From Northern parts, presage a happy year; This Star Rise higher, and at length obtain The wished sight of Charles the seconds Wain. Now thanks to Heaven, all the Stars conspire To give poor England in, her hearts desire. SECT. 11. THEOLOGIE which teach us to adore One only God, and to admit no more, Bids us to rear an Altar, and to pay Our thankfulness, befitting such a day: A day, whose brighter beams did put to flight Those Owls and Bats that Revealed in the night: A glorious Church was brought to mere Confusion, Undoubted truth, expelled by strong delusion, Unhallowed hands profane the Sacred Rite, And Ignorance pretend to greatest light, The Cobbler lays aside the old Translation, Puts up his Tools, and works by Inspiration. The Canting Quaker makes a hideous cry, England Repent, Repent or else you die: The Dipper counts the wicked world unclean, And must be damned, or dipped once again: Now England's Ark may fear destructive Rocks, Whose only Sin was to be Orthodox But is there any hope some man of Order Will sympathise, and look upon our border? At length Religious Monk, was heard to say, Quaker be gone, fanatics all away. Thus didst thou give our Church a better face, And given hopes to see her wont GRACE. SECT. 12. MUSIC whose Noble Science did inspire, Diviner souls, and raised the fancy higher, Herself was out of Tune by raging Billows, And hangs her warbling Harp upon the Willows, Is this a time for mirth? May every eye Keep time in tears, and weep by sympathy. Are Law and Gospel both turned out of door? Put up the Viol bring the Lute no more. Thus lay the mournful Virgin like to die, But now recovered to an ecstasy: Now doth she choose her most delightful airs, And tunes her Song according to affairs; Now doth she make the Christian world to ring Thy great achievements for thy exile King: she'll serve the here, and when thou shalt expire, she'll raise her Heavenly Note a great deal higher, She may attend the in the Angels Qui●e. FINIS.