UPON THE HAPPY AGREEMENT BETWEEN KING AND PARLIAMENT: AND THE Spanish Priest's Bonfire, March 8. 1672.  

WHat time a Storm Impended o'er our State,  
Plotted by Foreign and Intestine Hate,  
When Belgic Brutes, and Traitors had intent,  
Like Vaux, to undermine our Parliament:  
And with the Devil, undertook a Course  
To get by Fraud, what they ne'er could by Force:  
When Brandy sailed, and nought remained to them  
(Distressed Devils) but a Stratagem;  
When they had done all that the Dutch were able,  
And found Deceit was stronger than the Cable,  
From their Infernal Country straight they come,  
Impostures, to out Seminary Rome;  
And mongst us such Dam'd Seeds of Discord sow,  
As might ourselves, whom none could else o'erthrow.   

But Britain's Mighty Caesar soon looked in,  
And saw the Ass couched in the Lion's Skin;  
Making their closest Machines' but his Mirth,  
Alas! he spied 'em, ere they gave 'em Birth:  
And to the Members such a Speech began,  
The Voice of God they cried, and not of Man:  
Each Sentence so Serene was, and so choice,  
If 'twas not Gods, 'twas God's Vicegerents Voice.  
'Twas a Substantial Word, a Word in Season,  
Arched o'er with Honour, underpropt with Reason;  
So Gracious as his Auditors became,  
His Subjects double, both of Joy and Shame:  
So Sweet, so Clean, so Keen that every Word  
Hewed down more Laurel than his Royal Sword.  
Above 'em all they saw his Glory Fly,  
As high in Parts as principality;   

There he that worth Ten Thousand of us was,  
Did all the Wisdom of his Realms surpass,  
They that disputed, do themselves despise,  
The People weak are, but the Prince is Wise;  
My Lord the King, Wise as God's Angel is,  
Discerning what is right, and what's amiss.  
‛ Has given 'em now an understanding right,  
Right as the Righteous Cause, for which we fight.  
Now shines the Sun in Uigor and full force,  
And all the Glorious Stars observe their Course,  
Whose Royal Beams have so Enlightened them,  
Midnight cannot conceal a Stratagem.  
What Monarch in the World compares with ours.  
Heads such a multitude of Counsellors,  
Who while they well their proper Orbs maintain,  
May (under him) be each a Sovereign;  
They're Wise then, that keep close to such a Head,  
Whose Arms Expanded over Europe spread:  
So shall th' Audacious Dutch, that Huff it thus,  
Come Cap in hand, and Truckle under us.   

But now we Praise and thanks to Heaven return,  
And in Bonfires, that Hag Dissension Burn;  
Red Seas of Wine flow from each teeming Terse,  
As ' 'ttwere the Vintage of the Universe:  
Agreed, Agreed, they cry, O Heavenly Voice,  
The very Streets themselves seemed to Rejoice:  
The Spanish Priest, out did us all by odds,  
We Burnt but Faggots, but he Burnt his Gods.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for Thomas Vere, at the Angel without Newgate. 1673.