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 LORD GENERAL GEORGE MONCK.

A Civil War; more than a civil War: How strangely now to me do those words jar! W'ave rather Peace, that's civil, more than civil; Mirac'lously it comes, in spight o'th' Devil And his black Imps, who to cry do not cease, That War may better be than present Peace.
A Monck! and from the North too! then (cry some) As soon expected may be Good from Rome. A Monck the Faith's Defender? Let's again Call-in Scot, Nevil, Haselrig and Vane: Let them their Forces rally: so we shall A new Creed straightway raise, or raze out all.
'Tis that, that last, (great Sir) those Atheists sought, When they our Charles the first to Tryal brought. But timely you stept-in; Religion sav'd; And count'nanc'd Arts, which we in vain had crav'd.
Sword and Pen kindly meet: Thou'st giv'n thy Troth, That Pallas now's again Goddess to both.
He's a Plantagenet; (some others cry'd) And so a Common-wealth will be defy'd:

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A Single Person hee'l erect: so fight, Whether for that name, or the True-names Right.
Double's their Charge: Let its last part be true; And then, I think, you act but what is due. Though* 1.1 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 with * 1.2 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 do shew, As Sibboleth with Shibboleth, I trow, They're not for Marks now, to discriminate Kindness for th' one sound; for the other, Hate. Where words in but-one Letter disagree, Let those men stand nearest in Unity:
Nay more; a York and Lancaster we see In Virgins-cheeks make an Identity: And the whole Nation owns now Red and White For the King's Colours, and Monck's true delight.
Thus have you clad us, whilst you put to shame The vast Temptations of a Royal-game: And if Plantagenet give-up the Crown, It may be said, it's now more Charles his own. In earnest thus (what some made you in sport, Y've found the right-high {STUART / Steward} of Hampton-Court: And thus y've stopt Rebels blasphemous Snarls, Belcht-out against our first and second Charls.
Hail then to thee! so soundeth ev'ry Lip, Thou glorious piece of Self-denial-ship; Thou Rump's Arch-traytor, but the Head's best Friend! A Head-piece so; better than Breeches-end.
Right-welcome home! Let's now erect an Arch For thy so famous bloodless Countermarch. Nor Steel nor Hemp then gaul'd: For such fair Quarter The King now dubs thee with St. George's Garter.

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And, if (sans soloecism) it may be said, That th' heir apparent can (the Father dead) To his own Subject be an Obligee, Then may I safely say; to Monck't must be.
Be blest in all your hopes of Wife and Son! A meet-Help Shee, as you the Work have done: With Rev'rence to her Honour, I shall say, You're next to Numa, she's Egeria.
Live thus renown'd! and whilst Charls shall Head stand, Mayst thou his Head-piece be by Sea and Land; That, what so e're his Ancestors have lost, He may by you regain with easie cost.
Thus, George-on-horse-back, (Sr. and St.) with Lance Me-thinks I see you give a shake to France; And your stout Troops proclaiming with drawn-swords, King Charls! King Charls! King Charls! thrice-blessed words!

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