To His Majesty upon his happy arrivall in our late discomposed Albion.: By R. Brathwait Esq.

To HIS MAJESTIE, UPON HIS HAPPY ARRIVALL In our late discomposed ALBION.

Blest be that all-ey'd-Lord, who gave us eyes To see the Period of our Miseries. Now be our longing hopes safe brought a Shore, Our State secur'd, what can we wish for more? Secur'd! not so as we were us'd of late When our Security was through a Grate. But that Storm's past, we from those Shackles free, Our glorious State rid of that Anarchie Or Syracusan thraldom, which no age E're parallel'd with more tyrannick rage. Was ever any such distraction known, As no man might impropriate his own? All out of joynt; no sympathizing sence Applide a Cure to wounded Innocence. No Crime like Loyalty: He that would clime Must suit himselfe to th' Habit of the time. None to the Throne of Justice durst arise Unlesse He were o'th' Protectorian Size. That gave him footing, and dimension too, Acting what his Rebellion will'd him doe.

Were these pure Lesbian 〈◊〉〈◊〉 where morall Law Deriv'd her Spirit from u••urpers aw? Were these Cloanthes Tables holden meet For minced Justice to erect a Seat? And with an oily tongue delude the ear, Like Fauns o're-ballanced with gaine or fear? What rare Sysambres have we had, whose Sin Deserved well the forfeit of a Skin For their Skrude Judicature: — now struck dumb Me thinks they tremble at Your coming home, Fearing their sad Accompt; but if they grieve For what they've done, Your mercy can forgive, Such is Your Princely Candor: holding fit Where Justice dooms, Mercy should sweeten it. Which seems presented in that prudent sort As th•• Lyons Cave becomes Astraea's Court. Yet an Indulgence, to egregious Crimes Would not sort well with temper of these times. Such State-pretenders should Your Censure feel, Who under Colour of a Commonweale, Rear'd of their own foundation, have exprest Their Sole Concern to be self-interest; And to promote it as their supreame good, Imbrude their lawlesse hands in loyall-blood. For their destruct on, order, quality, To name them all would swell an Elegy To a vast Iliad. — There's no publick place Wherein the tincture of a Jewish ••ace Brands them not Conscious: should I write in Steel, Those rubrick Characters no age can heal Nor Annal parallel; it might appear A Subject fitting to extract a tear From the Perusers eye, but wanting Strength To Analize those tragick acts at length;

Which our Anarchiall Stage so late presented In lines of blood, and tyranny indented. Sometimes I made my walk in Rufus Hall, Where I might see a Scarlet-arras'd wall Deep-dyed in Crimson gore; this reft me Sence To find a Shambles on a Royall Bench, Asking what that ascendent chaire might be? Seat of High Justice, it was answer'd me. Inquiring further of him what it ment? Here, he reply'd, sits the Lord President Th Protectors Favourite, Commissioner Lisle, To try th' Delinquents of our Purple Isle. Rough Rhadamant, said I, blancht be his fame To derogate from such a loyall Name As Colchester perpetuates, where his prize Fames him his Princes LOYALL SACRIFICE; Whose innocent blood in Annals shall be found, Recording how no * 1.1 grasse grows on that ground. But in the revolution of that State Both Names and Natures were degenerate; For as th' First did his blood for's Sov'raign shed, In Subjects blood the Later surfeted. But let's divert our Current; Jubilees Reserve no Eare for such sad Histories. When th Sabine State appear'd without dispute Subjects to none, but Masters absolute; They'd wear no Black, nor tast an hearb was sour Upon the Choice of a new Governour. It skills not much for Habits, but I'm sure Your wish'd arrivall has applide a Cure To worse distempers then this age brought forth, By th' Conduct of that happy Starre o'th' North. But for as much as Humane Blessings give Their just proportion when Comparative

To our preceding sufferings: let each part Communicate a portion to the heart; And with an active vivid accent cry, Blest be th' approach of lineall Sov'raignty Cloath'd with a native Splendor! ev'ry way With Pouls and Bushes keep their Holy-day. Our Checker'd-curled Groves prepare their Bowrs Artfully wreath'd with shady Sycomours For their choice aery quires; whose cheerfull song Tyres not their Spirits though the day be long: Virgins their untoucht Loyalty display, Paving with fragrant flowrs his Highnesse way. Zeal makes all Tasks delightfull: but no tune In this our prelude to a cheerfull June. (Though * 1.2 May were th'month that brought our May-game in, Without which sight our hopes had blasted bin) Me thinks I hear of joy this Signall token Breath'd forth, A three-fold-cord is hardly broken Computed and Compleated in that Trine Of You, and Your two Brothers; from which line Spring our aspiring hopes, that Your blest Reigne Shall parallel the same of Charlemaine; And in Your Brothers princely vertues live To give Your Comforts a prerogative. This cheers mine aged hopes as much as any, And makes me sprightly, though my years be many: So as some think both by my face and gate That I had eaten Aesons herbe of late. But those sweet prosp'rous gales which waf't you hither Gave me that Colour which can hardly wither; That was the Herbe of Grace, or if you please A Chaplet interwoven with Hearts Ease. I court not th' rising Sun, to cause his rayes To dart their Splendor on my rurall layes:

Zeal makes my Muse enthusiastick; which Though it pretend not to a Bard that's rich, For these late times did publickly proclaime None should be rich that own'd their Soveraign, My ruin'd fortunes I shall nere bemone Though I have felt as much as any one Of the Delinquents whip: I'm still the man I was, before these Civil warrs began; Those Capitall Grand-Bugbears had no power T' affright Your Servant, though they might devour That small remainder which He then possest; Wherein they grew half-Sharers at the least: Amidst those dusky Clouds which adverse Fate Had thrown on mine anatomized State, The morning Sun shone cheerfully on me Because a subject sworn to loyalty. Th' infringment of which Oath has brought some witts In these distracted times to Bedlamites. We shall not need their features to display, Some have we catch't, and others run away In a disguised habit; who like Apes Aray'd in garish-counterfeated Shapes With royalized Ribbands, in them writ VIVE LE ROY, an Impreze most unfit For such perfidious Rooks, who boldly made VENDE LE ROY their universall trade; Have ta'ne their flight — and that they might appear In this their fev'rish passage to be cleare From Cordiall Rebeliion, upsefreze They drunk their Sov'raigns Health upon their knees. Brave Presidents of Justice! did Your House Teach Your imbrodered Honours to carouse? In blood it did; witnesse so many lives: They needs must run apace whom th' Devil drives.

Farre be these Scorpions from my Soveraigns head, Who eat Your Subjects as their daily bread. May You make Your distinction still 'twixt those Who be Your reall Friends and bosom foes. May You conferre Your honours on such men Whose loyall Service has deserved them. Your Royall Grandsire num••rously inthrall'd, No other then a Craft, a Kingship call'd; And sure, me thinks, that Simele may fit, For we shall find rare workmanship in it. Kings are like Hammers, and their Subjects like To Bells, which sound just as their Hammers strike. But if the Clock fall to a tunelesse Straine; Art more then Force must bring't to Frame again. Titus that princely Darling of Mankind, * 1.3 As in his life related we doe find, Would not bestow his Style on any man Unlesse his Actions with Vespacian Had merited that Title, which was done In honour to a Father by his Son. Gifts when they'r rarely given oblige the most, And by the Givers hand, then by their Cost More highly valued: Your Experience Knows the gradations of Munificence; How You the Fabrick of Your State should make, What Princes are to give, and Subjects take. Many rough Tempests has my Liedge sustain'd, And by those Sufferings infinitely gain'd In Your Observance; You have found how Kings Are oft-times mutable as other things In their affections: when successfull gales Breath with a prosperous convoy on our Sails, Each coast smiles on us: whereas adverse winds Make Seas not only brackish, but mens minds.

What a rich Lecture is it to read man! Wherein you were improv'd before you came, And can instruct your Courtiers in that feat Which in my judgment makes them most compleat. For what is it to know the use of Plants, Those various tempers of the Elements, The deep discovery of each Minerall, Nay, th' notion of all things since Adams fall, If our eyes in mans knowledge should grow dim Who doth contain a Little world in Him? To make the work exact, Augustus form Might with his Principles a Court adorn: His Course was this: That Courtier He approv'd Who his improvement seriously lov'd. Tasks he injoyn'd: Each' plide his Exercise In Musick, Posy, Gymnick Masteries. Sloath was exil'd the Court: though Stages were Enrich'd with State and Action; they were rare. Artfull Dramaticks in high-buskind lines Addrest their Sceans for These Theatrall times; And with such ample pensions gratified, Archtas sat close by Augustus side; Learned Mecoenas die not then refuse To become Patron to a Laureat Muse. Those Halcyon days crown'd Poets! as for those Who could Encomiums write on Casars foes As well as on his Friends, they were discarded, And with Contempt deservingly rewarded. I shall not need to give a further touch, Your piercing Judgment can discover such, Holding them worthlesse in a Princes eye; A Parasite dishonours Poetrie; Much more Seditious Pens who would advance A State usurp'd, and Styl't Inheritance;

This our Diurnals, Almanacks could doe, Which prudent eyes, no doubt, will look into. Lillies should fancy Candor, and retain Their Native Hue, and not be dy'd in grain, As that Star-starer in his Rubrick writ; Sure he was sign'd with Aries penned it: But let not his Predictions now deceive him, Neither his Book, nor Sweden Chaine will save him, Unlesse your pious heart indulgence give, And grant him life that merits not to live. As for Diurnals, we shall never read them, The Game is up, and therefore little Need'am: The Ev'ning crowns the Day; these Calmer times All Stormings chase and Sallies from our lines: But if Corranto's must be sent abroad, As Countrys have been burd'ned with their load, I hope we shall receive them stored more With Honest Novells then we had before. But let us gather yet one Select-flower From th' royall Seed-plot of that Emperour, And though long distanc'd by the course of time, May give a light to present Discipline, But specially in order to the Court; Where many beg who have small reason for't, Yet oft prevaile by means of such an one Whom many craving eyes are fixt upon. But should Great Gifts bestowed be on those Who in these Civil Warres became our Foes; Or should our Honours here be set at price, And in our Court made private Marchandice, So prudent is our Prince, so firmly just, No Mushrom Spirit shall have them, so we trust. May those who such Hydroptick thoughts have nurst With Grandure of their burden swell, and burst.

The best receipt prescribed by Physician Is Surfeting of Honour, to Ambition. That Prince withall a Catalogue did keep Which he perus'd before he fell asleep, * 1.4 Of his days-promises: and 'twas his Task To serve those first, who were the slow'st to ask. A Serious care he took what Courtiers were Worth the attention of a Princes ear: Some cull'd He, and indeard, because He found Their apprehensions quick, their Judgments sound; But of this Number scarce one chus'd of twenty, So as the City fill'd, the Court grew empty. Augustus well observing this decrease, No wonder, said He, if there were in Greece But found seaven Sages, when in this wise age The Court of Rome affords so little Sage. But he supply'd that want with such a Call, His Court appeared Academicall, Stor'd with best wits the Latian could afford; Complete in all both for the Gown and sword. Which Court-directions though they Ethnick be, They suit well with a Christian liverie. Politicall, and Civil too they are And may conduce much to a Princes care In rallying his affairs, which throughly wrought He acts not what he might, but what he ought. Levell be his dimensions, and so right As they draw by the Curtain of the night Lest it obscure their Splendor: such are you, To limne you fully in your Peoples view, A Model so transparent, as it gives By its Example, form to others lives. Such rare Idaea's Princes be, when worth Contests with Birth to set their goodness forth.

Let Him my Liedge, a modest boldness take Who has expos'd his fortunes for Your sake: And late ingag'd both life and liberty In his defence of Legall Sov'raignty; Sweep off those Gnats, and Cobwebs which resort To beg without deserving in your Court. He merits ill the Title of a Knight, That has more heart to vapour then to fight. My gratious Liedge, make Sponges of all such As soak your Land by draining it too much. Such numbers crouded at your Gate last day, Your ancient Servants could not find a way For their Addresses: let those Fauns decline, They'r held the Chattering Swallows of our time That flicker o're Successe, but hide their head, When those they hugg'd before, shall stand in need. He breaths not upon Earth can be pursude By a worse Fury then Ingratitude. Even-ballanc't Justice may she steer your State; Urim and Thummin o're the Clergies gate. The only way to make Presbytery Run Diapasan with Epispacy, Is to acquaint one th' other with their grieves, And stich up their Divisions in Laun sleeves. This may procure Church-union speedily, And make our Organs whistle cheerfully: Which presuppos'd, no Charity can want 'Twixt moderate Presbyter and Protestant. Now that your vine her branches may display, 'Twere fit luxurious Sprigs were lopt away; They cumber but the Land, and by their force, Should they grow great, your vine would prosper worse. But those Expressions from your royall pen 'Gainst vicious, prophane and debauched men

Confirme your Native Goodness, and ronut The knowledge of our Happinesse in you. This in your neer accession to your Crown * 1.5 Must needs redound much to your high renown. Peace, precious plenty, high-priz'd Liberty, Late Strangers to us, usher Majesty. These cheerfull accents breath'd from loyall hearts Methinks I hear resounding in all Parts. Our Seas grown calme; our Ayre refin'd, and clear, With joyfull News re-ecchoing ev'ry where, Our CHARLES safe return'd, by whose direction Were steer'd, and need not OLIVERS Protection. Our Score's discharg'd; our Liberty re-gain'd, And Nol who long * 1.6 triennially raign'd, Call'd to account: Mab and her Court broke up, And all his Sweets drench'd in a worm-wood Cup. His Rich Relations stript: He to be tride At th' Barre of Justice for a Regicide: Where if that wild usurping Beast get free, We'l Annals write in praise of Tyrannie. A new Call of sad Justices had we, * 1.7 Which, I confesse, did much dis-relish me. Green-Lapwing-Novices of sence bereft, Who scarcely knew the right hand from the left: Holding the Acts of Justice to be Dreams, As if they car'd not what their Office means. Such should be put Apprentices to Sence Before they were admitted to the Bench. Let ancient Justices mount to their place, Such will support the State, secure your Grace. These, these be they who can deliver sence, And make their Sessions seats of Conscience. Let honest Jenkins flowrish in your Isle, And passe a Sentence on perfidious Lisle.

Let onely such ascend unto that Throne Who scorn rewards and sleight an awfull frown. Those were the Lures our Ayri's did pursue, While State and Treason held their Interview. But th' Tide is turn'd; Themis now smiles on Thames, And crowns our Consuls with religious Names.

BY HIM, WHO EVER HELD HIS INTIMACY OF LOYALTY A SUFFICIENT REWARD FOR ALL HIS SUFFERINGS: AND HIS HOUSE MOST HAPPY IN THE HOSPITALITY OF YOUR SERVANTS.

Notes

• * 1.1

  As it hath been observed and constantly reported for a truth.
• * 1.2

  Ut Carolus rediit Terris Astraea refulsit; Nunrius ut Flo∣ris Maius, ho∣noris erit.
• * 1.3

  Procop.
• * 1.4

  He goes on with the disco∣very of Augu∣stus curiall care or Court dis∣cipline.
• * 1.5

  Alluding to his approach∣ing Coronati∣on.
• * 1.6

  Triennium mensium, peren∣nium dementi∣um incendium. Innocentium suspendium. Rhem. Miles.
• * 1.7

  A Glancing at those Mecha∣nich Justices, who were cre∣ated Commissi∣oners in our late Anarchiall Government.