AN HUMBLE MONITORY TO THE MOST GLORIOUS MAJESTY OF THE High and Mighty MONARCH CHARLES' the Second KING OF Great Britain, France and Ireland, DEFENDER OF THE FAITH, The Great Representative of the Almighty in Majesty and Mercy.  
Presented unto Him in His Passage from the Abbey of Westminster, upon the Glorious and happy Day of His CORONATION,  By His most humble and faithful Subject, THOMAS WARMSTREY, D. D. 
DRead SOVEREIGN, in the midst of all Your Glory,  
Think what will be the period of Your Story:  
And though Your state be Excellent & Brave,  
Yet even in this You're marching towards the Grave.  
Remember the Afflictions you have had,  
And who it is this happy Change hath made;  
The Heavenly Sun that hath displayed this Beam,  
The Fountain, and the Channel of Your Stream;  
The Author, and the Instruments whereby  
You are advanced to this Majesty:  
Suppose Yourself in Holland or in France,  
At Worcester Fight, the Rout! and then the Dance  
Through night and darksome Woods, the Oak, the Lane,  
That did secure you from the poisonous bane  
Of your malicious Foes; how ill the Clown  
You acted, and how often to be known  
You were in danger, and how glad you were  
To quit your Kingdoms to discharge your fear.  
Remember France again, and yet again;  
And (though but once removed) how you were fain  
(Oh the French Compliment!) thence to remove,  
To let us know the Frenchmen and their love.  
Remember Brussels, Bruges, and the Hague,  
Where you have been secured from the Plague  
Of pestilent Sedition, and preserved  
Unto that Honour wherewith now you're served.  
Remember Spain; and (which I had forgot  
Almost) how you were used by the Scot:  
Remember to forget it, and may they  
Forget to do the like another day.  
The stormy road of your Calamities,  
Present as in a Map before Your eyes:  
Let this the prospect of your Haven be,  
The methods of Your Mercies thence to see:  
And then remember how from all Your grief  
You have been rescued by a strange relief;  
An harmony of Wonders, whoes consent  
Did make three Kingdoms all at once relent;  
And laid asleep your foes, whose palsy hand  
Could wield no Sword, Your Glory to withstand:  
Give God the Honour then, and let Him be  
Advanced in all Your State and Dignity.  
Oh! let each day to us these tidings bring,  
That You're the Holiest and the Happiest King  
That England or the World did ever see;  
Long live, as Good, as Great, Amen, say we:  
And when you do ascend unto Your Throne,  
Remember, all this Glory will be gone.  
Remember that the brightest Earthly Ray  
May be obscured by a Cloudy Day,  
And must be shrouded in the Night of Death,  
Which will condense the Air of Humane Breath,  
With a cold Frost to mourners tears and dust;  
And all Your Gold is subject to this rust.  
'Tis but the shade of Heaven, when that Light  
Appears, this shall no more be bright:  
These Glowworms shall be dim, these Stars shall be  
Combust i'th' Rays of the Divinity:  
For what think you Sir? Can Your Dukes and Earls,  
With all their Rubies, Diamonds and Pearls,  
Contest with those great Courtiers above,  
That shine with Heaven's Brightness, burn with love  
Of that Celestial Flame? With Seraphims,  
And those that next attend the Cherubims?  
Can all Your Viscounts, Barons, or Your Knights,  
In splendour equalise those Heavenly Lights  
Of Angels and Archangels, and the rest,  
That do repose themselves in God's own Breast?  
Raise then your thoughts to that immortal Crown;  
That when this Sun of Glory shall go down,  
You may be Crowned with that, and be as high  
In Heaven, as here you are in dignity.   

LONDON, Printed by Matthew Inman, and are to be sold by James Magnes, living in Russel-street, near Covent-Garden, 1661.: