[...].
[...], ut Sol unus in Axe Poli.
Sunt qui plures esse volunt, sunt qui quo
(que) nullum;
Fax hominum haec praeceps quò malesana ruit!
Vult alius Reges ex aequo scilicet omnes;
Haec Paritas secum
[...]
[...]e perîcla trahit.
Nec plures sunto, nec nullus sunto, nec ommes;
[...], tantùm Angligenis esto
[...]
Unus erat nostris quondam majoribus; unus
Esto simul nobis; pluribus h
[...]ud opus est.
Dum te fata sinunt, tu solus, Carole, Regna;
Pòst, tua Progenies Sceptra Britanna regas.
CANTERBVRIE MARCH Beaten up, on the day of KING CHARLES HIS INAVGVRATION March the xxvii. 1648.
By some of His MAIESTIES little, but Loyall Subjects and Servants, under the Conduct of Signior Ilermo di Manta.
Our Colours, as the Crosse will shew,
Are English; and because but few
Conceive the Motto; for their ease,
I'le thus explaine it, if they please.
ONE LORD, ONE KING: in Greek 'tis writ,
If any aske the cause of it;
Know 'tis as 'twere that Golden-Fleece,
Which sometime
Iason fetcht from
Greece.
I'tis here th'
Inauguration day
Display'd; to cloath in Rich Array
King
CHARLES; who though yet in distresse,
Shall have, we hope, e're long redresse.
Ilermo di Manta Philanax Oenopola Grand Majestre de la Rose.
Printed in the Yeare, 1648.
Canterburie March.
Fellow Souldiers;
Y'Are marching forth into the Field,
To try how each his Armes can weild,
His Sword, his Pistoll and halfe Pike,
Mark well your Drum, how it doth strike;
And that each Posture may be neate,
Know when t'advance, when to retreate.
Y'are going now but to a sport,
Yet, think it were to take a Fort,
Or fight an Enemy hand to hand,
As long as side either canstand;
If e're it come to such a push,
Feare not, but on with courage rush.
Creepe in a Hedge! fly to a Tree!
Lurk in a Pit! this must not be;
A Souldier truly valiant
Will (like a Lyon salliant)
Beare all before him, rather die
Than offer once away to fly.
Honour is all a Souldiers ayme,
And whosoe're to that layes claime,
Must not outbrave't with Bombast words,
But through the midst of thickest swords,
Put on, and farther still advance,
As did onr English Kings in
France.
But, I have done; now of the Day,
Heare what your Leaders have to say;
Order your selves, and silence keep,
Be whist, as when you sweetly sleep;
Attend your charge, be sure yee do,
Else here's the Marshall, up ye go.
You'le stride the woodden Horse at least
And that's a villainous sharp-back Beast;
The hardest Hackney in this Towne
(Though one should ride him up and down
Without a Saddle) would not more
Torment your Twist; beware therefore.
Besides, there is the Gantlope Race,
Where he speeds best that runs apace;
Yet be he neer so swift of foote
Hee'le smart for't when he comes unto't:
Be silent then, full well you'le speed,
If of your charge you take but heed.
Deering.
1. Come, Noble Sparks, I hope y'are square,
Keep Rank and File from Van toth Reare;
March bravely on, and let's display
Our Colours, to set forth this day,
In which King CHARLES our Soveraigne
Amongst us first began his Reigne.
Yate.
2. It's fit we should; for though of late
(Through Englands most unhappy Fate)
It hath, as 'twere, been smothered,
And in oblivion buryed;
Yet wee le revive it, what we may,
And give due honour to the day.
Stocker.
3. In honouring it, we honour give
To him, by whom our Lawes do live:
King CHARLES
I mean, who though as yet
He's force't as one forlorne to sit
In solitude, yet certainly
E're long he'le have good company.
Frognall.
4. A Sunshine day hath oft appear'd
After the blackest Night, and clear'd
The cloudy Sky: a storme at Sea
May last a while, but 'twill allay,
When
Neptune with his Trident Mace
Commands each Wind into his place.
1. Time brings things about, which we
Could hardly once beleeve would be;
Let man plot what he please, there is
A Power, that over-ruleth his;
This either makes or marres the end,
What ever mortall men intend.
2. The world (we use to say) runs round;
The Heavens indeed do, but the ground
Stands fixt on its stability,
And yet from mutability
Not fre'd; we ring the changes here,
From day to day, from yeare to yeare.
3. It fares with man, as with a Bowle.
Which on the Green when it doth role
Turns up and down; or as a Ball
At Tennis, struck from wall to wall;
Say't fly ith' hazzard; make no doubt
But that at length it shall come out.
4. The Sun sets darkish in the
West,
Yet doth next morning in the
East
Arise most glorious, while its Face
All Fogges and Mists away doth chase;
Such heavy Meteors have not force
To out his light, or stop his course.
1. Come then, Comrades, cheer up with me,
We hope good dayes againe to see;
Dayes of Plenty and of Peace,
Dayes of Ioy, and Trades increase,
Dayes of mutuall Amity,
And Truth without Hypocrisie.
2. Were
Phoebus once but in his Spheare,
And had his wonted motion there,
The work were done; then straite those dayes
Would crown our Cypresse browes with Bayes;
And after many a deading day
Make us as fresh as Flowers in
May.
3. O how mine eyes would joy to see't!
[Page]My heart would leap, my legs and seet
should nimbly trip it o're the Plaine,
With many an honest-hearted Swaine;
Chaunting out loud with frolick Mirth
King
CHARLES his new and second Birth.
4. Some sawcy Tongues are over-glib,
Sorting with Princes
Tom and
Tib;
They cry they're Kings and Queens each one,
From Madam, to the meanest
Joane;
They would be so in very deed,
But, I'ie not bid their Plough God speed.
1. What? Princes all? Why this were brave,
Then every Master and his Knave
Should share alike:
Jack Straw did say,
As many
Jacks do at this day;
When Adam
digged and Evah
span,
Who was then a Gentleman?
2. Why how now Levellers? Is it fit
That Pesants cheeke by Iowle should sit
With Princes? What foule
Ataxie
Would you bring in with
Anarchie?
The labouring man ought use his Spade,
Kings Scepters were for Soveraigns made.
3. One King, no more: no more at once,
Who e're sayes nay,
I think his Sconce
Runs Wild-Goose-chase; he may seem wise,
But surely he is otherwise;
Let him seem sage, yet (sooth to saine)
Hee's but an Asse, and Foole in graine.
A King must be a King alone,
None should be his campanion,
But much lesse his Superiour,
That makes him an Inferiour;
And sure hee'le be of small account
Vnlesse he be Lord Paramount.
1. To give a Prince of Soveraignty
Check-mate with upstart Parity
4. Is ill beseeming; Kings are they
That ought to rule; whom to obey
Subjects are bound, in all that tends
To Vertuous and Religious ends.
1. Put case they should command what's ill,
(While Reason is o're-borne by Will)
We must submit; yet how? to do
The thing that they command us? No;
But rather beare with patience
Even Death, than offer violence.
3. They are not to be withstood by force,
Subjects ought take another course,
That's better far; a milder way;
It is, to Counsell and to Pray;
Such means with them will more prevaile,
Than to oppose, defame and raile.
4. Touch not the King in any wise,
That may to his dishonour rise;
Not in thy thought, nor word, nor deed,
For never well did any speed,
That durst adventure such a thing
Against their Soveraign Lord the King.
1. Kings be Supream, and Subjects are
As to the Sun each lesser Star;
Of them, ne'r since the world begun,
Any one striv'd to be the Sun;
No River e're did enterprise
The Ocean Sea to equalize.
2. Dales rise not up, high Hills to nose,
But quietly do below repose;
The
Lapwing must not partner be
With th
Eagle in his Soveraignty:
That builds oth' ground, but this above,
And's call'd cheife Armiget to
Iove.
3. Each Element moveth in its place;
To Nature 'tis a foule disgrace,
[Page]When her well ordered Nation
Is turn'd into confusion;
All is as't should be, when all's right,
Let day be day, let night be night.
4. One King, no more, our Colours cry,
And with them we will live or dye;
We are but
Tyroes; yet from
Greece
We fetcht of late this
Golden-Fleece,
To'adorne King CHARLES with rich Array,
On this INAUGURATION day.
1. Some say hee's poor, but we say nay,
It matters not what others say;
Can he be poore that's rich in Friends?
Why?
Codrus, but with his Coblers ends,
(If well
[...]elov'd) hath riches more
Than
Craesus had with all his store.
2 CHARLES is not poor then, being belov'd
Of Loyall Friends: this will be prov'd,
When that day comes, which is not yet,
We must with patience wait for ir,
Himselfe doth, being assur'd that he
Shall be at length, what he should be.
3. A Monarch still amongst us here,
As now this foure and twenty'th year
He hath been: yet, not such as now
Vnder a Cloud, I know not how:
The Cloud, I hope, will break at length,
And
Sol will then shine in his strength.
4. He avens grant it, maugre all the spight
Of Envy, Hatred, Malice, Might:
I wish these twenty foure yeares Raigne
May be redoubled: but in vaine
This vote may seem, for such a date
Of life did long since terminate.
2, Well howso're, we wish long life
(Devoyd of farther jars and strife)
[Page]To CHARLES our King; The Parliament
Desires it too: but some are bent
Another way, nor doe they spare
To run point black against the haire.
2. They are Sactaries and Schismaticks,
State-Troublers and Church Hereticks,
Brownists, and Antinomians,
Iesuites and Amsterdamians;
If any such be in this place,
I bid defiance to his face.
3. These are the seeming Saints, that make
A shew of Holynesse; doe but take
Their Vizard off, and you shall see
They scarce have common honesty;
The Divell by a cunning slight
Will seeme an Angell even of Light.
4. Hence Viprous Brood, what make you heere,
Who thus the Kingdomes Bowels teare?
Were you but gone, we'd soon agree
With mutuall Peace and Vnity;
King
Charles should sit upon his Throne,
And none should Rule, but he alone.
1. One People, and one only. King,
Observe this even in every thing;
The Bees, the better for to thrive,
Will but one Maister in one Hive:
The Heavens have but one onely Sun,
Nor e're had since the world begun.
2. The Eagle is the King of Birds,
The Lyon of the Beasts and Herds
That in the Forrest have their chase,
And each one keeps his severall place;
The very Ant, that little thing,
Is not without its petty King.
3. All these acknowledge sëoalty,
And do performe it faithfully
[Page]To him that is their Head and Guide,
Nor do they ever out of Pride,
Rise or resist; content are they
To let him rule, and doe obey.
Its strange (ô strange!) that any then
Should live among the Sons of men,
Who dare by force and treachery
Attempt to beate down Monarchy;
Yet such there be, more reasonlesse
Than are the Beasts 'ith Wildernesse.
Had they, I think, but common sense
To help their weake Intelligence,
They would be wiser than they are,
And stop, before they run too far.
Be other States, what they list be,
Great Britan's now a Monarchy.
2.
[...], our Ensignes word,
Is, let there be one only Lord;
[...] is, let there be
One King supreame in Majesty,
The Motto's very faire I hope,
Who ere sayes nay, beware the Rope.
3. One only King we constantly
(So long as breath shall last) will cry,
King CHARLES is He, yea He alone,
Vntill by death he quit his throne
(A faire death be't) unto his Seed
That in their Right shall him succeed.
4. March on brave blades, stand to your Armes,
Fear neither force, nor Magick charmes,
Stand for a King, and but for one,
Be not for many, nor for none:
Then are you truly right and square,
Though such of late were very rare.
1. They were indeed, yea very thin,
But now me thinks they do begin
[Page]To wheele about; insooth they must,
For, else they know whereto totrust;
Even to their heeles, yet divers say,
The'le rather turne, than run away,
2. I think so to; They'le never straine
To turne, and turne agen for gaine;
These whirligiggs were all of late
(I marry were they) for the State;
The Publick-good sounds well to'th eare,
But, do'st thou think that was their care?
3. Yes, if they count themselves the State,
For many a cunning-crafty Mate,
And simpering-soothing Separatist
(Let be his Sect what ere you list)
Within a while hath gotten more,
Than e're in all his life before.
4. Had these but loved the State indeed,
As they pretended, better speed
The Common-wealth had found; but now
(As 't were a waggon in a flough)
It's foundred; Let us, might and maine,
Labour to get it out againe.
1. It's deeply plunged, it 'ith mire and clay,
And like is longer there to stay,
Vnlesse the Master Waggoner stand
And set thereto his helping hand;
Then it shall run on wheeles againe
Beeing kept up right by Char-le-main.
2. Me thinks I see't begin to rise,
Fill me a cup of upsy-frize.
To joy our Friends: such Friends I meane,
As doe unto the right side leane;
Who being Loyall to their King,
Ne're wrongd the State in any thing.
3. These are the cordiall Royalists
That love (not as the Familists)
[Page]Their King, and Country, Church, and State,
Nor doe they seek to animate
Each against other furiously,
But study peace and unity.
This unity is hell'd by none,
That have more Ruling-Heads than one;
The manyes multiplicity
Produceth such variety
Of judgements, that they know not where
To set their staffe up, here or there.
1. No King at all, some faine would have,
And some would all, even every Knave;
These mad-head, Hare-braines have such fits,
They run themselves quite out their wits;
Let them goe on, and run their fill,
For nought they'le doe but what they will.
2.
England, search all Antiquity,
Hath thrived best under Monarchy:
Our Ancestors approv'd of it,
And why should any question it?
Oh I-these are wiser, and doe see
More cleerly than their Ancestry.
3. There are in th'
Indies, Travellers say,
Some Monsters calld
Acephaloi:
All breech and body, but no Head,
If we prove such, we'are ill bestead:
Yet many a woodcock, tooth and naile,
Labours to do't, could he prevaile.
4. It's dangerous cutting through the Maine,
(Say, but from
England into
Spaine,
Nay lesse, not many words to spend,
Be't but from
London to
Graavesand)
Without a Pilot: Let him sayle,
It's ten to one, if safe we sayle.
1. Each Kingdome is a ship, and it
Ought 't have a Pilot that is
[...] ▪
None can be more than is a King
Experienced in every thing,
That to his Kingship doth belong,
Right to maintain, and punish wrong.
King
Charles is such, then happy we,
Could we our happinesse but see-
But ah, the lately new-sprung Light
Hath put out many a Weaklings sight;
So operative is its excellence,
That it doth quite corrupt the sense.
They call 't a Light, but yet indeed
It rather heat, marke with what speed
The Zealots in their fiery fit
Run headlong, being inflam'd with it.
Call't what they will, 't hath prov'd more dire
Than ever did Saint
Anthonies fire.
This Light like
Ignis fatuus,
Or
Iack with a wispe hath led us
Quite from our Thoame, about let's tacke,
And then away to the Fiels wee'l packe;
Packe? March, I would say, for that word
Becomes not him, that wears a Sword.
Vive le Roy, long live King
Charles,
Maugre the spight of envious Carles:
King of
England, Scotland France,
And
Ireland too: come, let's advance,
All his just Titles to maintain,
Proclaming him, once and again,
Defender of the Faith, o're all
Civil and Ecclesiastical
Supreme, subjected unto none
That lives in his Dominion:
Having a right in every thing,
Such as is due to an
English King.
This is his Title, but of late
It's almost quite worne out of date▪
One crieth
Charles, and lets slip King,
Whch is a pretty upstart thing;
As if he onely had a name,
Without a Kingdom to the same.
The King, cry others; but,
sans ours;]
Indeed they onely count him yours,
Who with a free and loyal heart
Do both your selves to him impart,
And what is yours; To do him good,
Not sparing even your dearest bloud.
There is a third sort (man to blame)
That use nor King nor
Charles to name,
But onely He, He who is plac't,
Here over us; Will this still last?
I hope it will not; ere't be long,
They'l packe, or sing another song.
Renowned
Charles, thy suffering
Being past, Thou'lt be a glorious King:
Fire purifieth the Gold from drosse,
The way to th'Crown is by the Crosse;
Th'hast three Crownes now, and time to come
Reserves thy fourth of Martyrdome.
Come, strike up Drummes, and bravely beat
An
English March, our
Charles the Great
Shall never fall, whise we canstand,
In this, or any other Land:
Triumph he, wheresoe're he goes,
With honour, over all his Foes.
Vive le Roy, & tous les siens,
Dieu luy garde, & tous set biens.
FINIS.