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CHARLES do'st thou mean, we King of England call,
That Liv'd within the Mansion nam'd White-hall?
Yea—'Tis too true—confusion's in the street,
Distraction in the face of all we meet;
As if the Chain of Causes now did break,
And we all saw the Dreadfull Day of Doom;
No Tongue, but Faces, Eyes, and Actions speak;
They walk like Men just risen from a Tomb.
With that my Garments I in haste put on,
And in the Spirit utter'd many a Groan.
Whilst I in this disorder'd Gesture move,
Some Friends of mine, that CHARLES did always Love,
With Zealous hast Approacht me, full of Tears,
Vnmanly Actions caus'd from jealous Fears.
The City-Wives the Book of Martyrs Read,
And with those Thoughts their Easie Husbands Lead;
They talk of Christians Spitchcockt, Roasted, Broil'd,
Of Martyr'd Consciences in Smithfield Fire,
With newfound Deaths their Thoughts are Toyl'd,
Their's nought but Treason do's their Hearts Inspire.
But we do that opinion Disallow,
And for the future will to CAESAR bow.
Entering dispute, precisely we run o're
The Signal Graces He to us had shown,
(For we Dissented on a Different Score,
Though we withdrew, we ne're oppos'd the Crown)
By oft forgiving, Woing us to be,
By His Example, joyn'd in Harmony
With Englands Church, and Truths Integrity:
Though finding us a stiff, Misguided Crew,
Yet daily still His Love he did renew,
And moderates the Rigour of the Law,
Which our selfwill doth hourly on us Draw;
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And doth consent the Pensylvanian Shore
We may possess, and tempt his Laws no more.
As Saul among the Prophets, here CHARLES stood,
But greater far, being exquisitly Good:
Anointed both, yet CHARLES the Lawrel got,
He Moses's Meekness had, Saul had it not:
Saul as a scourge was to his people giv'n,
CHARLES as a Guardian Angel sent from Heav'n.
For us to speak thy Praise, or shew thy worth,
Which is above the reach of Flattery,
Is much too hard for a weak Holderforth:
None but thy Brother e're could equal thee.
We never knew, Whilst we the Wealth Injoy'd,
The Value of our all-forgiving Prince,
Untill the Tyrant Death our hopes Destroy'd,
To place him on a Throne, far, far, from hence,
In the Immortal Mansion of the Sun,
Where he receives a never-fading Crown;
And left his Earthly to a Prince, whose Fame
The World shall fear, and tremble at his Name;
The Second JAMES his Brother, and his Friend;
Though Factious Crouds did for his Right contend
To hang it o're a Disobedient Head,
Whom with a Crown these Tantalize a while,
As Richard they, when Oliver was Dead,
Proclaim the Man, but at the Bubble smile.
We take not Absalom's, but David's part;
Nor no Achitophell, with his false Art,
Nay, joyn'd with Zimries Poyson, ever shall
Like the Disloyal Corah make us fall.
Had we but Lordships in a fertile Plain,
To inable us in Parliament to set,
Our Native true Obedience we'd regain,
By Loyal Votes that want Example yet.