Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
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Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith. |
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Upon the Coronation of our Soveraign Lord CHARLS by the grace of God King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith.
Aspice venturo lætentur ut omnia sæclo.
Our Solomon is crown'd: A Crown will share
Not more of honour to his head, than care.
He wore, as the great King of Heaven would,
A Crown of Thorns, before his Crown of Gold:
Thus children, whom the Lord intends to bless,
Go to their Canaan through the Wilderness.
CHARLS, by the grace of God, (wise men foresee)
Greater than Charls the Great, in time shall be.
Almost to death unhappy England bled,
And liv'd a Monster long without a Head:
The Kingdom swallow'd up the Commonwealth,
And England, which was sick, is now in health.
Her Merchants shall bring gold, and pearl, and spice,
To make this Garden rich as Paradise;
And unto Cæsar, our most gracious King,
Great Nations shall their humble Presents bring.
Kings were neer Fountains crown'd, as Writers show,
Because from them, as from pure Fountains, flow
Our wealth, health, honour: If the Head be ill,
By sympathy the Body suffer will:
We may as well live without air, or fire,
Or bread, and water, which we all require,
As live without a King, because the King
Is like the Sun, which maketh every thing
To grow and flourish: He's the Stern to guide
Our wandring ships through every wind and tide:
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Gur Nursing Mother; It is always seen,
That if the careful Nurse be sick or ill,
The Child cannot be well, that sucks her still.
What doth befall, or what concerns the King,
It streams to us like Rivers from the Spring:
If that the King be glad, 'tis joy to all;
And if he stands, the people cannot fall.
God save the King, let all the people shout,
And give unto his foes a total rout.
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