LAETITIAE CALEDONICAE, OR, Scotland's Raptures, Upon the thrice happy Return of Her Sacred sovereign CHARLES the Second, Monarch of Great Britain, &c.  

WHat Poetaster bold dare undertake,  
An emblem of my mirth in rhyme to make?  
The tongues of Men and Angels, should but wrong  
This theme, so far transcending any Song:  
My Loyalty likewise it would Eclipse,  
If't were definable by human lips.  
Old Maro sure would blush, if he were here,  
And galled with this disaster, shed a tear;  
His soaring quill, which many Triumphs wrote,  
Should in defining this, its Triumphs blot:  
Parnassus Nymphs also, I dare be bound,  
Would curse their native Soil, for barren ground,  
That disproportion vast when they should see,  
twixt their best notions, and this ecstasy.  
How then shall Caledon, her sense express  
Of this unuterable happiness?  
This blessed arrival of her sovereign brings  
That true vicegerent of the King of Kings;  
Shalt be with flying cups? O that's hot fit!  
His Sacred MAJESTY prohibits it.  
Shalt be with ranting swaggering bravadoes,  
We will do wonders 'gainst his foes armadoes?  
This neither will suffice, himself can tell,  
This is the Dialect 'bout Bacchus Well.  
Shall we renewing Covenants, engage,  
His Person to defend, and royal badge?  
No He'll ne'er trust thee more; (and who can blame him?)  
Nor Tongue, nor Hand, that stopped e'er to disclaim him:  
What then shall our deportment be, and how,  
Shall we do homage to that Sacred brow?  
That brow! whose sweet appearance hath undone  
Those miseries, our follies had begun:  
Even this; each loyal Heart shall undertake,  
With resolution, recompense to make,  
By strong endeavours, never to back-slide  
Into these principles, did us divide  
From our allegiance, shun equivocations  
As Popish practices, to crush the Nations.  
Each sparkle of rebellion let us smother,  
And to that purpose strengthen one another:  
Each Overture that's made, before 't's appointed  
Let's ponder well, let not the Lord's Anointed  
Get any prejudice from what we do,  
Give him that right the Scripture doth allow.  
This will as in one atom us unite,  
And to commend us, foreign Pens invite:  
This will the Moderns move aloud to praise us,  
And our Posterities shall trophies raise us,  
With this Inscription, Blessed be our Sires,  
Their country's honour bounded their desires;  
Whose souls expiring, Loyally did sing  
With firm Devotion, long may our sovereign reign.   
FINIS.