An essay of a loyal brest in four copies of verses, viz. I. to His Majesty, Charles the 2d, II. to his two houses of Parliament, III. to his general, the Lord Monck, IV. to that his good angel, Madam Jane Lane / by William Fairebrother ...

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An essay of a loyal brest in four copies of verses, viz. I. to His Majesty, Charles the 2d, II. to his two houses of Parliament, III. to his general, the Lord Monck, IV. to that his good angel, Madam Jane Lane / by William Fairebrother ...
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Fairebrother, William, 1612 or 13-1681.
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London :: Printed by John Field,
1660.
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Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry.
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To the Right Honorable, the two HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT.

WHat Poets feign of Phaeton above, (That, whilst he Sol's great Charet needs would move, The World was plung'd in Conflagrations, Through Reins then too-too loose) these three Nations Have late found true: As if Enceladus Had from-below turn'd a fresh side on us, To let-loose Aetna's flames; Or else, as if These floating-Islands had (by Waves most stiff And sturdy Winds) quite-lost their Anchor-hold, So now on this side, now on that side rowl'd; Whilst Sun and Moon were blended, and for Stars We direful Meteors had, the late Heav'ns Scars.
But (blest be God!) we are now once again Under th' kind Influence of CHARLS his-wain: And may we ever be so; with a Train Of lesser Lights, to spring about that main! Let Harington here fix blind {Milton's / Fortune's} ROTA; Nor let it stir the breadth of an Iota. This Land I promise firm: Again if thus. It must turn round, be he Copernicus; And so my self I'de rather Stoick plight, Than Peripatetick, or chief Stagyrite.
Strange Revolutions were, when Strickland's Holland Did England, Scotland, Ireland slight, as no Land! Then Tyranny and Rapine led the Van; And who 'de not act so, was the dang'rous man:

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Then Ireland reakt with blood: and then Scot-free Went Sacriledge: nor was't here Robbery, To pocket up a Church or Lands-divine; Because not diff'renc't with a Mine or Thine.
But now, I hope, w'ave met in Plato's Sphear, Where harbour can nor Jealousie nor Fear; Where Vertue shall court Vertue; where all vice Shall be disown'd, as 'twas in Paradise; Where each man safely may enjoy his own. And then, I'm sure, the King's to have a Throne, And be obey'd too.
And now to what, Ye Representatives, With whom entrusted are our very lives, Shall we you represent? a Loyal Spark; From billows sav'd a while, as in an Ark? A Moses here? and there a Noah old? Josephs some others, by their brethren sold? May ye get all off safe! may ye soon see As blest an Issue, as did all those three! They all were big with blessings. Did they curse? To whom they meant it, him they straight saw worse. Such may your Terrour be! and so perchance
No fouler Crime shall reign, than Ignorance. In fine: We all have err'd and gone astray, Leaving (much worse than Sheep) the righter way. Let's therefore beg of that most pow'rful One, That not to us or ours may ere be known (That saddest of Diseases, call'd) Kings-evil, Since 'gainst a good War's have been more-than-civil.
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