A ROYALL LOYALL POEM.
LONDON, Printed for W. Place, and are to be sold at his Shop at Grayes-Inne Gate in Holborne, 1660.
A Royall Loyall POEM.
ALL hayle Great KING, whom Gods Almighty hand,
Hath in great Streights preserv'd by Sea and Land;
And hath kept firm thy Loyall SubÂjects hearts,
Rejoycing in oppressions dyrest smarts:
And that thy Foes the vast Worlds wonder cease
Their tumultuous waves, and sue for Peace:
What can eclips our joyes so bright, so high,
Settled on th' Basis of Divinity:
For here's no new Usurper to make good
This treasonable Claym through streams of blood:
[Page 4] Sparing no English Subjects to maintain
The profuse Ryot in his Rebellious raign;
No heyre not able to support the weight
Of Government either of Church or State:
Nay, here is no pretender to the known
Right Great
Charles hath to his three Kingdoms
No worthy Gentleman doth envy that
Our high born Prince should have command of what Crown:
His birth-right gives him, here's none thinks that he
Could rule so wisely as his
Majesty;
Here's no contention, onely to outvy
Each in brave acts of liberality,
Amazing all to see, our widdowed Land
Espous'd to joy so soon, by a
Monks Hand.
Presents on Presents pass by faithfull hearts;
Not equall to
My mind nor his deserts:
And these from loyall, Royall, Soules whom guilt
Had never staind, of blood unjustly spilt.
Had
Fleetwod, Baxter, Haslrig, and Vane,
Tichbourn and Ireton, with that cursed trayne
Disgorg d theyr full cram d chests unjustly got,
And then like
Judas hang d themselves, 't had not.
Been half so wel. No: let them dying live,
And perish by degrees: let Justice give
Them but their due: How will their concience gripe
Their perplexed Soules? And when grown ripe,
[Page 5] For vengeance, let tortures lead them to the Tree,
Where this accursed fruit may hanged be;
Too tedious here to read their Elegy.
Oh when to
Oliver they tidings bring
Of their fall'n State, and Glories of our
King,
How will his hot Nose swell, and
Bradshaw call,
And curse each other for each others fall?
There let them curse and howle with hideous yells,
Whilst we with Bone-fires shouts, and ringing Bells,
Heighten the hatred that their Quaking friends
Conceal, if possible, for Politick ends:
And that will damn them too, whilst safely we
May pray for
Charles our King and Progeny,
And drink a hearty cup toth Generall,
Who bravely, justly, wisely fool'd them all.
And with one word
Phanatick struck them dumb,
Some simply ask d if it were Scotch, and some
Whispered is't not Spanish, some Greek, but most
Sayd he was mistaken and would have it crost
Out, and put in Fantastick, Schismatick,
Or Anabaptist, Brownist, Heretick,
Shaking Sir
Harry Vanes fift Monarchy,
Or weeping
Fleetwoods quaking Anarchy,
H. Martins Adamites, Independents,
Sawcy Lay-Elders, Super-Intendents,
[Page 6] Any thing or all but that one strange word.
Coyn'd with an angry Stamp should all afford,
That
Oliver or
Lambert in their breast
Contain'd, troubles them more then all the rest,
Making their
Chimaera reformation,
Ridiculous and out of fashion;
And names of
Common-wealth and
Nation turn'd
To the right style,
Kingdom, which long hath mournd,
Commanding reverence to Gods holy Word,
Read in the Church, by them so much abhord:
When Preach'd by none but Orthodox Divines,
Whose life together with the Words light shines:
Now Subjects large Estates so long detaind
From the right Owners, shall by
Right be gaind:
And Universities and Innes of Court,
Englands great honour in the Worlds report,
Pestred so long with Sons of the Committee,
Excize-men, Captains, or at best some City
Heyres: shall with Knights and Squires Sons be planted,
And the Grave
Benchers who long have wanted,
An Audience fit for
Readings, now rejoyce,
To employ their wits & wealth for th'Publick voice,
When
Magna Charta, the known Lawes of th'Land,
Is spoke and writ in the old Tongue and Hand,
That it would prove a good Monopoly,
To teach Masters and Clarks their
[Page 7] When our new coyne (all that was mine is gone)
Shall bear the Kings Face and Superscription;
When noble
Spain shall bring her Indies wealth
Unto our
King, wishing him peace and health;
All Princes fearing our
Kings potent Strength,
Shall court him to an Union: At length
I fear the
Gentile and unbeleiving
Jew,
To be receiv'd into our Church will sue:
And then the World will end so soon, that we
Terrene joyes longer shall not live to see:
This is not Fancy: for what can seem strange,
After this great and unexpected change.
Reader your pardon, for since the King is given
A Subject for my Pen, I could reach Heaven
With numerous lines. So may your Prayers with mine
For a continuance of his Life and Line.
FINIS.