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On the Thunder, Happening after the Solemnity of the Coronation of CHARLES the II.
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On the Thunder, Happening after the Solemnity of the Coronation of CHARLES the II.
On Saint GEORGE'S Day, 1661.
Exhilarant ipsos gaudia nostra Deos.
Mart.
Heavens!
we thank you, that you Thundred
As We did here, you Cannonado'd too.
A brave Report! as if you would out-vie
Volleys, discharg'd by Charles His Cavalrie.
'Twas still in Clouds and Tempests your voice came!
For lesse than That could not have spoke His Name.
Thus Mighty Jove, Co partner in our Joy,
Out-sounded, what we cri'd, Vive le Roy!
A sacred kind of Rival-ship! for here,
We gladly Feign, what they are doing there
'Tis a bold Challenge (but I'le make it good)
Whether our Flames were lesser than their Flood?
As if St. George's Bon-fires would have done
As We did here, you Cannonado'd too.
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Volleys, discharg'd by Charles His Cavalrie.
'Twas still in Clouds and Tempests your voice came!
For lesse than That could not have spoke His Name.
Thus Mighty Jove, Co partner in our Joy,
Out-sounded, what we cri'd, Vive le Roy!
A sacred kind of Rival-ship! for here,
We gladly Feign, what they are doing there
'Tis a bold Challenge (but I'le make it good)
Whether our Flames were lesser than their Flood?
As if St. George's Bon-fires would have done
More, than They could, by Inundation.
Avaunt Phylosophy, we plainly prove,
The World must burn, but—'Tis with Charls his love.
Well! let us think upon't! who ere did view
The Sun in's Glory, but 'twas cloudy too?
Great Lights Eclipse the less: nor were you made
To shine so clear, as not t'admit a shade.
You are Our Light, Our Comfort, and Our Hope;
Every good Subject is, your Heliotrope.
Avaunt Phylosophy, we plainly prove,
The World must burn, but—'Tis with Charls his love.
Well! let us think upon't! who ere did view
The Sun in's Glory, but 'twas cloudy too?
Great Lights Eclipse the less: nor were you made
To shine so clear, as not t'admit a shade.
You are Our Light, Our Comfort, and Our Hope;
Every good Subject is, your Heliotrope.
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Two Suns, at once, within our Horizon!
Whilst we dispute, which was the fairer one!
A pretty Emulation! Both did strive
Who should receive most beams, who most should Give:
'Til th'upper-Lamp shrunk in his useless ray,
And left, the Conquering Charles, to rule the Day.
'Twas his Discretion, for had Both shone Bright,
Heat had surpass'd the comfort of the Light;
Then did he weep for joy,—A lovely weather!
It Rain'd as Heaven and Earth would come together:
And yet—these April-tears, would have us know,
They griev'd above, at Male Contents below.
Whilst we dispute, which was the fairer one!
A pretty Emulation! Both did strive
Who should receive most beams, who most should Give:
'Til th'upper-Lamp shrunk in his useless ray,
And left, the Conquering Charles, to rule the Day.
'Twas his Discretion, for had Both shone Bright,
Heat had surpass'd the comfort of the Light;
Then did he weep for joy,—A lovely weather!
It Rain'd as Heaven and Earth would come together:
And yet—these April-tears, would have us know,
They griev'd above, at Male Contents below.
To see, that Heaven, should design a Court
For Us, like Theirs, and some—not Thank
For Us, like Theirs, and some—not Thank
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