ON THE THUNDER, Happening after the SOLEMNITY OF THE CORONATION OF CHARLES the II. On St. GEORGE'S Day. 1661.  Exhilarant ipsos gaudia nostra Deos. Mart. 

Heaven's! we thank you, that you Thundered so!  
As We did here, you Cannonadoed too.  
A brave Report! as if you would outvie  
Volleys, discharged by Charles His Cavalry.  
'Twas still in Clouds and Tempests your voice came!  
For less than That could not have spoke His Name.  
Thus mighty Jove, Co- partner in Our Joy,  
Out- sounded, what we cried, Vive le Roy!  
A sacred kind of Rival-ship! for here,  
We gladly Feign, what They are Doing there.  
'Tis a bold Challenge (but I'll make it good)  
Whether our Flames were lesser than their Flood?  
As if St. George's Bonfires would have done  
More, than They could, by Inundation.  
Avaunt Philosophy! we plainly prove,  
The World must burn, but— 'Tis with Charles his love.   

Well! let us think upon't! who ere did view  
The Sun in's Glory, but 'twas cloudy too?  
Great Lights Eclipse the Less: Nor were you made  
To shine so clear, as not t' admit a shade.  
You are Our Light, Our Comfort, and Our Hope;  
Every good Subject is, your Heliotrope.   

Two Suns, at once, within our Horizon!  
Whilst we dispute, which was the fairer One!  
A Pretty Emulation! Both did strive  
Who should receive most beams, who most should Give:  
Till th' upper-Lamp shrunk in his useless Ray,  
And left, the Conquering Charles, to rule the Day.  
'Twas his Discretion, for had Both shone Bright,  
Heat had surpassed the Comfort of the Light;  
Then did he weep for joy,— A lovely weather!  
It Reigned as Heaven and Earth would come together:  
And yet— these April-tears, would have us know,  
They grieved above, at Malcontents below.  
To see, that Heaven, should design a Court  
For Us, like Theirs, & some— not Thank them for't.   
Hen. Bold, olim e N. C. Oxon,