The heroick-lover, or, The infanta of Spain by George Cartwright ...

TO CHARLES the Second, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, upon his thrice happy return into England, after twelve years Banishment.

AS in a tedious Winter, ev'ry Plant, Seems dead, and out of life, and all for want Of the Suns presence; so Great Charles did we, Like dead men seem, and all for want of thee. But when the Winter's over, and the Sun, Returns again, to this our Horizon, How ev'ry thing revives, which we call Spring, Ev'n such is the return, of Charles our King! But Heav'n is kinder to these Plants below, 'Cause innocence, is all that they do know: Their Winter therefore, is but short to ours, We having had dayes, unto their howers: Which is no less a wonder that we live, Wanting so long that influence, that shoo'd give Us life, and vigour, lying in the Root, Which was grub'd up, 'cause we no more shoo'd shoot. But as it happens, oftentimes we see, In taking up of Roots, that there will be, An off-set, two, or three, left in the ground, Which by some skilful, honest hand, if found, And planted carefully, from thence may spring, Stock sufficient, as may from Charles our King. Which Heav'n we supplicate, that 〈◊〉〈◊〉 may raign, He, and his Off-spring, till Shilo com••s again.