A ROYAL PROPHECY, Written long since concerning the KING'S RESTAURATION To his Crown in 1660.  
HOld out brave Charles, for thou shalt win the Field,  
Thou canst not lose the day, unless thou yield  
In such Conditions as may force thy band  
To give away thy Sceptre, Crown, and Land:  
And which is worse, to hazard by thy fall,  
To lose a greater Crown worth more than all.  
Thy poor dejected Cavaliers rejoiced,  
To hear thy Royal Restitution voiced:  
And are contented far more poor to be,  
Than yet they are; so it reflects from thee.  
We are not so ambitious to desire,  
Our dropping Fortunes should be mounted higher:  
When thou so great a Monarch (to our grief)  
Must sue unto thy Subjects for relief:  
And when they sit and long debate about it,  
Must either stay a time or go without it.  
No (Sacred Prince) thy Friends esteem thee more.  
Since thy Distress, than ere they did before.  
And though our Wings be clipped, our Wishes fly  
To Heaven by Millions for a fresh supply;  
That as thy Cause was so betrayed by men,  
It may by Angels be restored again.  
The time will come, and sure 'tis nigh,  
Though Blood it cost, and many dye,  
To purchase it, that Peace shall come,  
And quite dismiss Rebellion:  
Madness. submit to Reason, and  
Each his Religion understand:  
Ignorance again be loathed of Men,  
And treason be called treason, than  
The Royal Lion shall supply  
His Awful throne of Majesty.  
The Public Faith shall then by many  
Be cried abroad, all for a penny.  
Your Cupboard-heads shall then stand free  
From Popish Silvers Imagery,  
Your Loans and well-affected Losses  
Shall testify your hate to Crosses.  
If that should fail, you know an art,  
Called twenty times the twenty part;  
And than your Instruments of War,  
Shall turned be to Gibbits, for  
Your Cariage-sleadge, your Pole-axe will  
Serve you to be a Pole-axe still.  
The Law a Sacrifice will have,  
The Ram then Isaac shall not save:  
B●th must be offered, both must bleed;  
No Angel then will interceded.  
Each City's Gate will be renewed,  
And stuck with Limbs from Traylors hewed.  
Then Justice shall proceed, and then  
The Axe awe those who slight the Pen.  
He too will suffer in that day,  
Who did lie still, yet ran away.  
The indifferent Lords shall give good words  
Then to be called indifferent Lords.  
The Pulpit then shall utter Sense,  
And Learning counted no Offence.  
Sound Doctrine then more used shall be;  
Then Faces noise and Blasphemy.  
Militia Captains shall once more  
Go break: as they have done before.  
And surely some receive such checks,  
Will bring them off with broken Necks.  
The Presbyters will then go near  
To shake hands with the Cavalier:  
Order shall be confirmed; and then  
We shall have good Lord Majors again.  
All this and more I prophecy,  
They're now alive shall live to see.  
Now the Phanatique-brood's subdued,  
That foo'ld so long the multitude.  Astra regunt homines, sed regit astra Deus. By Facidicus Possiblis.  

London, Printed for H. B. at the Gun in Ivy-Lane. 1660.