Caroloiades, or, The rebellion of forty one in ten books : a heroick poem.

The SECOND BOOK. (Book 2)

The Argument.

Intestine Discords by what Method spread, The Quarrel the unhappy Title bears Of King and Parltaments opposed Arms. And like the body of the State confus'd, The Members differ: Towns, Cities, Counties, Miserably behold their Magistrates, Tho' Guardians of their Peace turn'd Enemies, And arm'd in this destructive War appear.

WAR thus prepar'd and boldest Summons sent T'Incite more swiftly Minds to Fury bent, Without perceiving the Impetuous Source Of boundless Evils, which their Crimes did force. Or that Peace seem'd their Universal pain, 'Till after War 'twere begg'd of Heaven again. A Crisis oft gives Furious Tempers ease, When War's rough Physick proves their worst disease. What man can in most touching Numbers shew The various Ills with that Time's License grew:

When neither tie by Bloud, or Parents Tears, Nor Conscience which man's Soul diviner fears▪ Could Son or Brothers daring heart deterr From being ally'd more guilty by this Warr. Or not with headstrong fury soon oppose The side their dearest Friends for safety chose. Nor did the Aged then forbear to show, That Peace was wither'd no less then their Brow: Conspiring in the Autumn of their Time, To misguide others by their Graver Crime. Whence Evils with more Grandeur did augme•…•…t, As Age taught Youth so little to repent. And by their joint endeavours did assure, That this Wars fatal flame would long endure. The Forts and Castles that had slighted been, And by their Ruines told Wars Antient Sin; Laborious hands did Numerously repair; And with their Dusty Toils obscur'd the Air. Whilst distant Men affrighted did behold New forms of Terrour far surpassing old.

When but Bows piercing Shafts from Bulwarks flew, And not so horridly—as Guns Men slew. Thus some Lamented, whilst the Many strove Their Nations fury highest to improve. And did Tumultuous Rage through Regions spread, With Thefts from Wars bold License sadly read. Some total Plunder'd and their Persons sent, Revil'd by Crowds, to loath'd Imprisonment. Whilst others forc'd from Houses and Estates, Were left like Wanderers unto wretched Fates. Tho' Charg'd upon their Souls no other Crime Then not to Aid the Mischiefs of that time. When violent Men Delinquencies durst make In such as would not Peace with them forsake: Or hop'd that Moderate quiet might be had, When but to live secure was counted bad. Number the People's Monster, like the Birth Of that vast Giant fam'd the Son of Earth; Its own unweildy Power did roughly bring To Aid Intended Arms against the King.

Who tho' his Life and Crown he soon might Stake, Beheld his Leavies for his Cause too weak. Courage his Hope sustain'd, and Conscious Right, Which to defend Best Kings renown'dly fight. But e're his Enemies did neer him joyn, Or Re-inforcements further their Design; Their strongest Parties vigour he'd first try, And teach them from his Sword 'twas Just to fly. Whilst then his Power in Horse began to spread, And by most Gen'rous Bloud of English Led; Of whom he thought no praise enough cou'd be, Or Greatness joyn'd unto their Dignity, Untill Great Rupert, his Renown'd Ally, He made First Captain of their Cavalry. A Prince that did in his High Lineage joyn Best German Race with England's Royal Line. And what did most embellish his High Bloud, No less in Story fam'd for Brave then Good. Who for this Expedition duly chose Troops best approv'd to meet the hardy Fo••••.

Worcester that had Allegeance early shown, When many Cities were disloyal known; (Tho' her distress from future Fate did bring A Second Charles to live an Exil'd King.) Implor'd of Heaven a soon Auspicious hour, As near her then took Field the Royal Power. To which Campagne the Houses eager Vote, That War, on their part, should its haste promote, Had sent their firmest Regiments of Horse, In hopes they'd there succeed by strenuous force. Sands had these Glittring Troops; resolv'd for Fame, Led to this Field with full Couragious Flame. His thought's with Number rais'd and boldest Pride, To be held early signal by his Side. Not as he wou'd the Juster Cause maintain, But Glory sought mixt with pernicious Gain: Which profitable Encomium much did sway Men that the Houses serv'd for Praise and Pay. His Troups encounter'd, swift Resistance find; And next like Stubble scatter'd by the Wind

With a Confused Haste their flight confound, Whilst with their gasping Friends Death strows the Ground. Their Resolute Chief whose Courage could not yield, Timely to grant his Foes the Conquer'd Field, Too deeply wounded is a Captive made; The Prince, with Courteous grief, his Cure assay'd By best skill'd Surgeons who his wounds explore, But found, too far past aid, his Vital Power. Nor did his Valour harden so his end, As't did his Cause then Courage more commend. Great Rupert prosp'rous thus and fill'd with hope To gain by future Conquest further scope; Unto his Royal Unkle did retire With many Trophies of his Martial Fire. The King with Temperate Thoughts so poyz'd his Mind, That no events in him a Change could find: To his Brave Nephew, with Indulgent Grace, Did thus express; Tho' of my Princely Race, I gladly prove thy Valour such as may Preserve my Scepter in each doubtfull day,

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Should my Opposers fiercely still adherè To stain their Crimes more deeply by this War: Yet 'tis my Royal Soul that bids confess, That I must welcome less, then they, Success. Tho' they fight to resist what I maintain, Yet still my Subjects are on both sides slain. Wherefore so Lead my Battels that I may When Victor shew more Mercy still then they. As with Calm Glory thus the King exprest, A Warlike heat enflam'd Great Rupert's breast: Who thus replies, Since your severest Foes Cannot your steady Greatness discompose; In nothing I'le be wanting to incite Your boldest Troups with forward Zeal to fight. Nor shal't be said that I one Peril shun Where Service can for you by Arms be done. Unto your Powers Heaven daily does dispense Aids undiscern'd by Humane Providence. Your Royal Standard no where is display'd, But Welsh and English gladly are Array'd.

Who, when War's Discipline improves their Might, Will soon for you undaunted Soldiers fight. The King tho' in his Nephew thus beheld Example's Grandeur, which had oft upheld Daring Attempts by forward Captains Led Who Fortune's briskest Smiles had sometimes had: His Nobless, Gentry, to Atchievements prone, That most Magnanimous might assist his Throne. Yet could not ••e allay such Anxious thought As his Affairs in prospect to him brought. His Forces newly rais'd and thinly Arm'd, And more the Sinews of their Hearts uncharm'd By Coins alluring force, his Treasure spent, Or greatest part, unto his detriment! By the bold Houses rigidly possest, And in that Nerve of State him first distress'd. Whilst, to his grief, his wanting Files might say, That Duty set off almost ali their Pay. All which did in their Grievances declare How deep the King concern'd and Nation were.

Throughout its Parts and Orders un-intire, And Notion'd as did least their Peace conspire. Some Vassals, with their Lords, themselves array, Others their Lords by fighting disobey. No State or Birth their due distinction find, Whilst mean and bad then joyn'd their worst design. The Swain his tilt neglected in despair Of what his Globe might yield another year, Judging that Camps would better him sustain, Then his disorder'd toil for future Grain: No Aid whate're but did reception find; Wars Darling, Force, is best with Number joyn'd. Essex from London march'd with highest State, When thro•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉 •…•…s did his Soul clate, By th'Houses man•…•…ent, and Crowds design'd, To heighten Fervour in his Poplar Mind. Who with their Sanguine Zeal had less conspir'd, Had not Fame's Tinder so his Temper fir'd. By which Impulse, or from the Fate of things, That Rugged Souls to proner Violence brings:

He soon his Army full compleated Led Near to Campagnes in which the King's was spread. Not doubting but his Num'rous Warlike Force, So well accoutred by the Houses Purse, Would soon the King's best formed Powers defeat, When they should boldest his in Battel meet. And that his Cause no smooth pretext should lose, Which for its Vail the Senate's Votes had chose. Unto the King a specious Errand sends, That to his Sovereign safety recommends: By wishing he'd from Perils soon withdraw, Since no respect can flying Bullets awe: Or Swords promiscuoully in Battels kill, And may, 'mongst Lower Bloud the Highest spill. So plausible wou'd men their Figures take, If words, for their Offence, can Varnish make. The King, whose even Greatness did compose His Person to the wonder of his Foes, Thus to the Earl's delusive Message says; Tell the bold man who for Inglorious praise

Does near Imbattel'd to our sight appear; And dares by Arms to bid his Sovereign fear. That Phoebus may as soon decline his Lighr, When Cloudy Meteors would obstruct his sight, As witness my Just Glory I disown, Or Deeds my Scepter highest can renown, Tho' with my Pers'nal Sufferings shou'd combine The worst that Armed Subjects shall design. The King here ends: And next Great Lindsey spake, Since Me, Great Sir, your General you make, Suffer that I unto this Earl commit What may my Honours Station well besit. He is a Captain and I'de have him know My Prowess shall him equall'd that way show: But if before the fury of this day, He'l singly Combate me a Soldiers way. Our Persons shall our Battel's Signal be, As we begin to fight for Victory. This Errand thus return'd; Essex declin'd All other Fight then with his Army joyn'd.

Who judg'd that'twas a much securer course To wave then meet Brave Lindsey's single force. The King from Edge-Hill's top, like Jove on high, When Mortals once 'gainst Heaven Incamp'd did lie Undaunted saw the near Campagne disclose Power that durst him divine on Earth oppose. And as a Royal Chief did next descend Strictly to view if orderly extend His Battel, Wings, of Infantry and Horse; Inspecting next if their Souls vig'rous force Stood on their Looks, and how each Persons Face Spoke daring Conduct in his Martial place. 'Mongst these, as Valours Ornament, he saw Best Peers and Gentry Glistring Swords to draw. Not readier to Command then to Obey, Where Voluntiers they rank'd themselves that day. Mingled with these he more Intent beheld Some by him least oblig'd or favour'd hrld, T'inlarge his Royal Files did there resort, Without expected Gift or Place from Court.

Whilst others by his Royal Bounty rais'd To Honour, Wealth, ne're in their 'Scutcheons blaz'd; Ingratefully from his Just Cause withdrew, Or 'gainst him did worst Renegado's shew. Which frontless guilt when well the King compar'd With such, full-Soul'd with Duty, him rever'd; Their Loyalty unpamper'd by his Gifts, Whilst Falshood had in others gainfull shifts. How might this Prince hope Heaven his Crown won'd right, Since Conscience thus for him won hearts to sight? When Factions did the Houses Votes maintain, Blended with various Interests and Gain. Some Bankrupt Commons and of Gentry such Who safe Estates and Lives would others grudge: And purposely Commotions did Create, To share Large Gleanings by their Nation's Fate: Which gave the King occasion to deplore, Where his Arms lost they lessen'd Virtues Store; And could but low retaliation find, If Bloud they vanquish'd mean or unresin'd.

Essex, whose Talent was in words not great, Or like such Chiefs whose Oratory's heat The fervour of their Militants could raise, And by apt Speech and Conduct mingle praise: Yet Lest his Soul too heavy seem'd to fill His Organs, or unbent his Armed Will, He boldly own'd to Heaven, a specious way, His Lawless Cause as he pres•…•…'d to pray With Canting Teach•…•…, who could Prayers devise And Texts expound Rebellion to disguise: Besitting well the Factions of those Times, And men who fought and begg'd success for Crimes. Thus, to his Name's reproach, his Files he Led In Keinton-Field against his Nations Head: Where soon both Armies furiously Engage, That English might kill English on that Stage. When first from loudest Canons Bullets slew And Ranks of Men at remote distance slew. Some view'd their sever'd Limbs e're they could dye In parts by Deaths severest Cruelty.

Others were slain outright by one huge blow, And happy whom such Guns had killed so: Or were by stunning Shot bereav'd of breath, As Canons, without wound, enforc'd their death. Some Horse throw Riders wanting Limbs to tread, Others by Bullets torn in halfs lay dead. Thus with Man's Fate the servile Beast complies, And in Wars method most alike him dies. This Thund'ring Prologue ceas'd, the Scene did fill With thicker Mischiefs, tho' less Engines kill. Which Musket's close opposing Peals convey, Numerous as Attoms when the burning day Provokes their intermingled globulous flight, And by their adverse motions seem to sight. Which Slaughter past another did ensue, That gives some death who had scap'd Powders blow. And did as dismal Prospects soon expose, As these fierce Legions closer fought their Foes. Foot against Foot their brandish'd Pikes imploy, And with bold Stands no less the Horse annoy.

Such soonest fall as wou'd most daring live, In so short time Fames Stage can Honour give. But now as Fortune wou'd the King assist, Or teach his daring Foes less to resist: His Cavalry with furious drift had chas'd Th'Enemies Horse on their Right-Wing were plac'd. Whilst vanquish'd through this spacious Field they fly, Nor thought to stop howe're by flight they dye. So strangely fear produc'd Ignoble haste, Tho' Fate they prov'd o'retook their Lives too fast. Great Rupert who the Royal Cavalry Led, And had too far pursu'd Brigades that fled, Remembred then the Friends he left behind, And how distress'd perhaps he them should find. With whom the King might highest dangers share, Untill relieved by his Valiant Care. Thus he presag'd, and in his Mighty Mind, As much his boundless Valour then repin'd; That had surpass'd occasions Limits so, As Fortunes Time did from him backward go.

Whose Minutes slipt she proudly does disdain The self-same favours to bestow again. Whilst in that hasty hour the Thirst of Spoils Too soon had mingled with his Soldiers Toyls. Some seizing Baggage of the op'lent slain, When others vaster Booty strove to gain. Their Fatal Profit, as too early they Would have the Gleaning of the Field that day. Which by this Prince discern'd, with res'lute Brow And highest Indignation bids them throw To earth mean Pillage, and with boldest Might Return with him unbroken Ranks to sight. Being rally'd thus, like Billows on the Main That with more furious Tides revolve again, He forc'd his passage back through Armed Foes, And Horse and Man Impetuously o'rethrows. His Soul Impatient to accomplish more Then he had left behind undone before. Yet could not his Attempts, though prais'd by Fame, Prevent the froward Cast of Fortunes Game;

When the Essexians with great Valour fought, And the King's Battel unto hardship brought. Whose Valiant Infa•…•…ry tho' o'repowr'd with force, At once Encountred t•…•… both Foot and Horse. Whence many various sad effects ensu'd, As here Death had her T•…•…k Scene pursu'd. The hardy Pikemen that sometime withstood The strenuous Charge of Horse with loss of Bloud: 'Mongst Broken Foot, defended least by flight, In much disorder was enforc'd to fight. Their Front compell'd to mingle with the Reare, And many kill'd confus'dly sighting there. Some trod to death by Horse in furious hast, Others by Cruel Leisure fell more fast. Too many can't resist, resist wou'd fain, So much their Valour of their Fate did gain. Such Gen'rous Chiefs as could no longer guide Their bravest Conduct 'gainst the prevailing side, With their distressed Militants now yield To fall the Glory of this Bloudy Field.

Where Fortune dreadfull revolutions wrought, As if the Destinies her Aid had sought. When Valiant Bands, which like a Sacred fence Had stood the Royal Standards stout defence, Disorder'd were, yet then disdain'd to fly; Or cease to fight, but as they'd fighting die. Belford who res'lutely his Squadrons Led To force their room by laying Files first dead, With Steps well dy'd in Bloud a passage made Where the King's Standard's Glory was display'd. Which matchiess Trophy he aim'd to surprize As his bold Present to the Houses eyes. Whilst Loyal * 1.1 Varney, who with Valiant Trust That highest Ensign's safety hop'd to boast; As he with signal Prowess sometime stood Unconquer'd tho' expending Streams of Bloud, And as Life had thus bravely from him fled, The Standard fast supported held when dead.

But this Knight's fall, tho' in desert alone Enough to save that Emblem of the Throne, Could not without conjoyn'd Atchievments bring, Sufficient rescue to their a 1.2 Figur'd King. Which Glory valiant b 1.3 Smith with others gain'd, And to retire the Enemy constrain'd. A Prowess with their Fame must still survive, Whilst deeds in Keinton-field with Story live. What Epithites in Verse can aptly raise, Trophees, that may perpetuate their praise. Or History that gives Truth such a Test, As Famous deeds are thence recorded best. Too Numerous for my Measures to preserve, Or what my Muse may doubt she can't deserve. The day just spent (and well it happen'd so When both sides still to fight resolv'd did show) As if Heav'ns Conduct auxiously took care, How Men against their wills should Mankind spare.

And thus Night sever'd both these mighty Powers, So fiercely was Imploy'd that days sad hours. Night, in which Terrors most accost man's thought, And shapes bad deeds in worser forms then wrought; What apprehensions might her hour's instill, On such, whose latest Guilt had been to kill. Nor did the rising day to them appear, Less dismall to their Conscious Crimes or fear. The Sun beheld far more then usuall red, If not his blush when view'd the blood here shed. As sometimes Heaven does prodigies bestow, To Frighten Mortalls for Misdeeds below. And might then op'rate whilst with like decree, Both Armies quit the Field, yet neither flee. Essex to Warwick does his Forces guide, Enough exulting that his Stubborn side The King's had sought, and unsuppress'd cou'd own, Such spoils of Dead and Living his were known. And what Fate most peculiarly did prize, Brave Lindsey (after made his Pris'ner) dyes.

Lindsey, whose great Example valour taught, In perills bold, yet these not heedless sought; A Captain aptly in a Hero Joyn'd, As is for Honours Master-piece design'd. And in that days fierce Harrass like a Chief Of Infantry, On Foot led Foot's relief; Till overpower'd, and weaken'd much by wound, His foes him seiz'd, near dead upon the ground. Compleated thus his Memory does Claim A lasting mention from the Tongue of Fame. The King his Camp to Oxford next remov'd, Where his Commands were full obey'd and lov'd. As Arts to ••mpire must obsequions be, And Measure thence their best Felicity. The Court and Camp no sooner settl'd here, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fresh Emergencies of War appear. 〈◊〉〈◊〉, on which the King did most reflect, As a wide source whence slow'd the sighting Sect: That for the Houses s•…•…cest did oppose: To check which heat he did this season chuse.

Besides he judg'd that in that Mighty Town Were many Subjects highly did disown The Interest, which the Factious manag'd there, And might abate if his Force nearer were. But London's Temper would not then Endure To cease Rebellion by his force or Cure. T'approach that Town to Bransord he arrives, Where Silver Thames its usefull Current guides: And like Vicissitude in Humane things, An Intercourse of Ebb and Flowing brings. But here he finds his March obstructed so, That he must sight or else not forward go. The Streets and Avennues with Men beset, Who here (surviving Keinton-field) had met; And with like resolution durst defy, The sorce Conducted by arm'd Majesty. Hollis's Regiment being first at hand, Was led to combate by his bold Command. Soon were the Streets with gashly slaughters fill'd: Some Houses Ransack'd, and their owners kill'd;

The Town obscur'd from sight by smoak and fire, As if with Lives designed to expire. The Kings stout foot that wou'd not yield to be, Repuls'd by dangers worst Extremity: Had the opposing Infantry Compell'd, To quit the Post which they so dauntless held. And full of Resolution did proceed, To give their Vigorous force more Gallant speed. Untill observ'd that London Powers were brought, To aid the Squadrons that already fought, Then which; Not Mighty Seaven-hill'd Rome had shown, Legions more splendid Arm'd, and expert known; Tho' their unhappy Guilt that bloudy time, To be Defenders of their Senat's Crime. These Essex heads in hopes next to repair, His Parties loss, so much the Zealous care Of many smart and Comely City Dames, Who to his Strenuous Cause apply'd their Flames: And might his Manhood else not much regard, As doubting he too long liv'd Nature's Ward.

The King who did in this Conjuncture know Timely the Reinforcements of the Foe, Consults such Chiefs in Conduct most excell'd, And round his Person no less great beheld; Then famous Hero's did of old appear, When Arm'd in Field's they King's Advisers were. And as Fame does such high concernments blaze, Her Warlike records must these Worthies praise: Who did their subtle Enemies deseat, And in despite of more as bold retreat. Whilst with nine Ensigns won, and other Spoyls, The Royal Army then renown'd their Toyles. Tho' Kings by Martiall Glory least obtain, When by their Subjects loss they Trophies gain. Or so inforc'd to Vindicate their Right, As their just Arms must their delinquents sight. Who as their Swords in battell Princes daro, From dread of Justice Mercy next despair. Nor Law Infring'd more Resolute defy, Then Conscience, the Soul's inward Majesty.

Now had the Sun his Autumn Glory spent, When longer hours of Cold to Night were lent. And fields did in their fading Green appear, The Change of Livery Nature gives the year. Which season not admitting longer stay, Abroad for Arm'd, both sides withdrew their way. So Bees in Clusters from fierce Battles Come, By cold enforc'd unto their waxen Home: Untill refresh'd by ease and warmer Air, Their busy files to sight again prepare. Essex near London does his Quarters spread, Where by the Houses Votes they're warmly sed. And nothing's wanted might his loss Recruit, At Keinton-Field, or Bransord's later Rout. Yet Neither Boasted strength, or joys best Guise, Could tears repell from the Lamenting Eyes That griev'd for dear Relations wanted were, As in Death's Muster read their Numbers are. Tho' Pop'lar Conducts such Accompts most hide, Lest People thence their dangers less abide.

Or from the sum of Lives profusely lost, Perceive how dear such aid themselves must Cost. The Royall force to Oxford next return'd, Where Joy's were high and some disasters mourn'd. As with Auspitious deeds of Warr appear, Bays that must needs some sanguine Tincture bear. Whilst here the Court, that had with spendour fix'd, Shin'd as with fading Glories Intermix'd. Where Noble Matrons fear'd what Threads of Life Fate wou'd allow their Consorts in this Strife. No less did Beauties (fain would Love espouse) Dread in their Lovers more then Life to loose. Which high Asllictions Civil War does find To throw on best repose of Humane Kind. Yet now as Fame her Festival wou'd raise, For Celebration unto future days: Her Record swift she sends on Rum'rous Wing, As her high Present to be given the King: By which from his Illustrious Queen was known Her Person safe, and soon would meet his own;

Tho' Neptune more her Greatness to display, Allow'd his boldest Seas t'opose her way. Which did the far admiring world inform; How she, Our Heroine, vanquish'd Waves and Storm. Great Maro so did Fam'd Eneas blaze, His Glory heighten'd on the highest Seas. The King whose Love was servent to his Queen, By whom he, to her Fame, oblig'd had been, As she his Cause did to her peril aid: To meet her Person no delay he made. Attended by the Eminent of his Court, Fully compleated in their Noblest sort. Beside applauded Beauties that did wait On this so high Concern of Love and State. That Poets thence may future Copies take, When they'd Diana's Chorus brightest speak. Next unto these their Hero's did attend, Whom ••ame for Warlike Deeds could best commend. Edge-Hill, so near to Keinton-Field adjoyn'd, Was then the Sphere where all these Lustres shin'd.

Tho' Mortals that would bad Presages make From accidental Causes or Mistake, Might wonder that this Scene should here display, Where Time must still Inroll a Bloudy day: As if that Heaven by Circumstantial things Foretold Disasters, which the Future brings. The Queen whose Meen and Looks was Great beheld, And in her Persons figure too excell'd. More Comely did to distant eyes appear Then fullest Moon when shining in her Sphere. As here the King his Consort did behold, High Wonder did a while his words withhold. To shew her then Attractions pierc'd him more Then all the Darts that she had beam'd before: Which high surprise did on his Soul impose A Sense, above what Speech could soon disclose: Untill his Thoughts found strength enough to tell How far she did Supreamest praise excell: And to what Peril she her Life resign'd, To be more Great to his Assistance joyn'd.

To which the Queen with humble Greatness said, What Earthly Glory higher is obey'd, Or Power of Love, if lasting Time thence know That I your Virtue no less lov'd then you. A Greatness which my Life too cheap had cost, If I had for your sake in Storms been lost. When late th'assaulting Billows of the Main Oppos'd my safe return to you again. And Winds so highly Combated in Course, As if to Seas in Skies my Wreck they'd force. Tho' Love then gave me such Heroick power, That most your Loss in Me, I fear'd that hour: 'Till Heaven whose Scepter Boundless Flouds obey, Through their deep dangers me did safe convey: With Valiant Numbers fresh esteem have won In distant Climes; may that be far outdone As they your Aid and Safety do assist, How stubborn e're your Foes shall dare resist. And should these not Success for you obtain, Worse Seas I'de venture more Recruits to gain.

Tho' Merit seems too narrow for my Breast, Who in your Love am more intirely blest. And if Kings Beds throughout the World were seen, Yours wou'd contain the most obliged Queen. What Admirations might this Dialogue bring, Or desert heighten in this Queen and King. Whilst throngs in Counties did applauding wait On their Great Persons, 'till with Royal State At Famous Oxford Gloriously arriv••d; And which of Cities stands most beautify'd By Stately Colledges, and Learning known, And then the Center of the Camp and Throne. When for the welcome of the King and Queen, This City was more great and splendid seen, Then former time could her renown declare, Or highest Orbe of Science in her Sphere. And as she then did Celebrate her Joys, The Camp its mighty Engines too imploys; Which as they figure best loud Tongues of Fame, To Regions far applauses did proclaim.

And next best Trumpets, (Like to such of old By Mars held Sacred when their Charms more bold The Arm'd Inflam'd, or for the Conquer'd Field Their loudest Musick did to Triumphs yield) Had ears remote delighted with their sound, And Ecchoes that no voice before had found. And what did eyes as far remov'd imploy T'Admire the Skill was here and signs of Joy: The Famous Engineer had made by Art Bodies that acted beyond Natures part: When Fireworks did in vary'd Forms arise; Some like to Meteors blazing in the Skies: Others like fiery Bullets seem'd to ••ly, Or shot Granadoes Leaguer'd Towns do ply. Which being past, the men whose active Might In Running, Wrastling, Shooting, took delight: Or durst by hardy Arms for Prizes play, In Imitation of Romes Ancient way; Had places proper unto them assign'd, Where Chiefs and Hero's as Spectators Joyn'd.

And what sublimest does mans thought extend, The Learn'd as Emulators did contend How their Address they should profoundest make; Or in as many Tongues refin'dly speak As once th'Apostles did, tho' Scriptures tell The Spirit on them for that purpose fell. Nor did the Eloquence of Schools outdo The Gloss which Preachers did on praise bestow. Tho' Holy Writ no Person did convey That like this King so well could Love and Pray. As full his Consort's Soul they had Admir'd, If for Rome's sake they had been then Inspir'd. Next these some Poets gladly did dispense, In this high Juncture, their sublimest Sense. With what might most their Sovereigns Fame commend Whose Merit long on Feet of Verse should stand. Tho' of all Science, least the Muses date Concessions that, from Court, their value rate. In which high Orb few Gawdy things admit Their smallest deference unto better Wit.

A vain neglect most Pens dare boldly slight, That can of Courts and Men resin'dly write. Which Glory then the Muses chiefly sought, As that Kings Stile our Tongue had smoothness taught▪ Whose Book so matchless does his figure raise, As his Soul perfects there Immortal praise; And 'gainst his Foes such Eloquence does spread, That they will ever thence be conquer'd read. Well might Wise Poets him to Fame commend, Whose Wit and Virtue Divine Glory blend. These Celebrations past, the King and Queen No less Conspicuous in their Courts were seen. Where busy Joys and Whispers fill'd the Ear: If Joy, could Joy be call'd and War so near; Whose hours so roughly to their Periods flow, That Heaven does them by Angry Stars foreshow.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Sir Edmund Varney, Standard-Bearer to King Charles tho First.
• a 1.2

  The King being Represented in his Standard with his Sword Drawn.
• b 1.3

  Sir John Smith.