A word in the King's ear.  
REPRESENTED To His majesty to be taken into Consideration, with the Propositions of both kingdoms for PEACE.  
Dread sovereign,  

GIve leave, great King, unto your Subject here  
Now, to approach your royal presence near,  
To beg your heart unto your Parliaments.  
To end your troubles, and their discontents.  
Lustre Your crown, and do three kingdoms good:  
And them recover from a gulf of blood.   

Your Subjects long, from their dark Cells, to see  
The glittering beams of your bright majesty:  
In splendour shine, of Britain Great the King.  
Great Charles in Honour through the World to ring  
The glory admired everywhere will be,  
When King and kingdoms shall in one agree.   

Your royal self, first placed in the front,  
Shining to us, like Moses in the Mount,  
Antiquity of greatness, by descent  
Of Kingly race, fixed in the government,  
Of England, Scotland, Ireland sovereign Lord.  
What Nation dare attempt to break this Cord?   

A monument of glory may you then  
On your right hand, with comfort rear again;  
The royal Progeny of valiant dust;  
Whose Fathers Acts no time can ever rust:  
Your royal Consort, and our noble Queen,  
That from your bed, so long hath absent been.   

And on the other side, we shall (with joy)  
Have future hopes, in your posterity;  
Those O live branches which from you proceed:  
To rule our Children, that shall us succeed:  
Long may the crown with you and yours remain.  
Even till the time that Shilo come again.   

Your Luster in the Houses than will shine,  
As if the heavenly powers did all combine  
To make you great, beset with lights about  
Both England, Scotland, Ireland, (eke) throughout.  
All Courts and Officers will be content,  
To borrow splendour from your Government.   

Unto the Parliament, great Charles unite.  
There is the royal Throne, your chair of right.  
There is the true state of Nobility,  
Prowess figured with magnanimity:  
By long contracted honour in their blood,  
Fitted for council for a Princes good.   

From all parts of the kingdom, there by summons,  
Sit at your royal feet, the House of Commons.  
England's great body, representative,  
Contracted so, to keep the head alive:  
Compelled to contribute, with heart and hand,  
Our sovereign, to preserve, and save the Land.   

Those Messages of grace which you have sent,  
To both your Houses of the Parliament.  
The kingdom's sad distempers to compose:  
Brought to your royal hand, what they propose:  
To beg your majesty's assent, O then!  
Let them return with Peace and joy again.   

Look on our Army (prostrate at your feet,)  
With brave deportment, England's King to greet:  
Your Subjects liberties safe to defend,  
They for the Land, their dearest blood will spend.  
To make you glorious in all Your Stations,  
Your kingdom's terrible to other Nations.   

May King and Parliament, and Army eke,  
Join hearts in one triangle as they speak,  
Treat, write, and Act, with great alacrity,  
May all their hearts be wrapped into an ecstasy:  
That those retirements which were made by spite,  
May reinforcements be, now to unite.   

May every one endeavour in his place  
By some sweet violence, (in such a Case.)  
Each other to surprise, by Acts of love;  
So firmly settled that no blast can move,  
Divide, or separate your Throne from you,  
Or you from us: so prays.   
VALKRUE  
FINIS.   

Printed in the year, ·MDCXL VII.