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Comedies, Tragi-comedies, With other Poems

by Mr William Cartwright ... The Ayres and Songs set by Mr Henry Lawes

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To the King, On His Majesties Return from Scotland. 1633.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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To the King, On His Majesties Return from Scotland. 1633.

VVe are a People now again, and may
Stile Our Selves Subjects: your prolong'd delay
Had almost made our Jealousy engross
New fears, and raise your Absence into loss.
'Tis true the Kingdoms Manners and the Law
Retain'd their wonted Rigour, The same Awe
And Love still kept us Loyall: but 'twas so
As Clocks once set in Motion do yet go,
The Hand being absent; or as when the Quill
Ceaseth to strike, the String yet trembles still.
O Count our Sighs and Fears! there shall not be
Again such Absence, though sure Victory
Would waite on every Step, and would repay
A severall Conquest for each severall day.
We do not Crown your welcome with a Name
Coyn'd from the Journey; nor shall soothing Fame
Call't an adventure: Heretofore when rude
And Haughty Power was known by solitude;
When all that Subjects felt of Majesty,
Was the oppressing Yoke and Tyranny;
Then it had pass'd for Valour, and had been
Thought Progress to have dar'd to have been seen;
And the approaching to a Neighbour Region
No Faith but an Expedition.
But here's no Cause of a triumphant Dance,
'Tis a Return, not a Deliverance.
Your pious Reign secur'd your Throne; your life
Was guard unto your Septer; no rude strife,

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No violence there disturb'd the Pomp, unless
Their eager Love and Loyalty did press
To see and know, whiles lawfull Majesty
Spread forth it's Presence, and it's Piety.
So hath the God that lay hid in the voice
Of his directing Oracle, made choice
To come in Person, and untouch'd hath crown'd
The Supplicant with his Glory, not his Sound.
Whiles that this Pomp was Moving, whiles a fire
Shot out from you, did but provoke desire,
Not satisfie, how in Loyalty did they
Wish an eternall Solstice, or a Day
That might make Nature stand, striving to bring
E'vn by her wrong more Homage to a King;
But mayst thou dwell with us, Just Charles, and shew
A Beam sometimes to them: So shall we ow
To constant Light, They to Posterity
Shall boast of this, that they were seen by Thee.