Amorea, The Lost Lover Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin |
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On His Sacred MAJESTIES haypy Restauration.
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On His Sacred MAJESTIES haypy Restauration.
Have you not seen after some boisterous night
The Sun's approach, when he salutes our sight,
Have you not view'd the lusttre that it yields,
In gilding everything, the very Fields
As yet bedew'd with tears, and coulds anoy,
Do weep and smile together both for joy;
Just so it is with us: hark what a noise
Runs through the Land, all to express our joyes:
Our Sun's return'd unto his longing Land,
And brought Amnistia with him in his hand,
Never did Persians rejoice to see
The Sun they worship, half so much as we;
Nor Greenland that hath darkness half the year,
Is not so joy'd when the Sun doth appear,
To stay six moneths within that Hemisphere.
Our King hath brought Religion home, & peace,
Attended on with with plenty and increase;
We know no war, no sword, no fierce Alar'ms,
But from Arm, Arm, we now goe arm in arm;
A blessed change, a such a change as this
Surpasseth any Metamorphosis,
Where men are turn'd to Monsters, here we see
Monsters put off their inhumanitie,
Here is the golden age return'd agen,
The Lamb takes up his rest in th' Lions den,
The very Pirates they turn Merchant-men;
And those who but a while agoe would slay,
Any of those they thought stood in their way:
And nothing heard of discord one with th'other,
There's no name known, unless the name of Brother;
And of our wrongs there's no reiteration,
A happy turn, a blessed Restauration,
See but the carrying on this mighty thing;
When we'd tri'd all, there's nothing but a King
Could heal our breaches, and when he was come,
All interests had their satisfaction,
And note the carriage of the work, and then
You'l see the hand of God, 'twas not of men,
The difference was composed, for we find
So many thousands to be of one mind,
And all agree in one, observe but this,
Both Land, and Sea, concurred in our bliss,
It is observable, the Moneth of May,
Did post unto her Nine and twentieth Day,
That day which first gave life unto our KING,
Was double blessed by his Coming In:
Should we abuse this mercy, (but 'tis sin
To think a thought to let Rebellion in)
By breaking of this happy Union,
When all is buried in Oblivion,
'Twould be a means such curses for to bring,
As Heaven defend us from.
The Sun's approach, when he salutes our sight,
Have you not view'd the lusttre that it yields,
In gilding everything, the very Fields
As yet bedew'd with tears, and coulds anoy,
Do weep and smile together both for joy;
Just so it is with us: hark what a noise
Runs through the Land, all to express our joyes:
Our Sun's return'd unto his longing Land,
And brought Amnistia with him in his hand,
Never did Persians rejoice to see
The Sun they worship, half so much as we;
Nor Greenland that hath darkness half the year,
Is not so joy'd when the Sun doth appear,
To stay six moneths within that Hemisphere.
Our King hath brought Religion home, & peace,
Attended on with with plenty and increase;
We know no war, no sword, no fierce Alar'ms,
But from Arm, Arm, we now goe arm in arm;
A blessed change, a such a change as this
Surpasseth any Metamorphosis,
Where men are turn'd to Monsters, here we see
Monsters put off their inhumanitie,
Here is the golden age return'd agen,
The Lamb takes up his rest in th' Lions den,
The very Pirates they turn Merchant-men;
And those who but a while agoe would slay,
Any of those they thought stood in their way:
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There's no name known, unless the name of Brother;
And of our wrongs there's no reiteration,
A happy turn, a blessed Restauration,
See but the carrying on this mighty thing;
When we'd tri'd all, there's nothing but a King
Could heal our breaches, and when he was come,
All interests had their satisfaction,
And note the carriage of the work, and then
You'l see the hand of God, 'twas not of men,
The difference was composed, for we find
So many thousands to be of one mind,
And all agree in one, observe but this,
Both Land, and Sea, concurred in our bliss,
It is observable, the Moneth of May,
Did post unto her Nine and twentieth Day,
That day which first gave life unto our KING,
Was double blessed by his Coming In:
Should we abuse this mercy, (but 'tis sin
To think a thought to let Rebellion in)
By breaking of this happy Union,
When all is buried in Oblivion,
'Twould be a means such curses for to bring,
As Heaven defend us from.
God save the KING.
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