 | The Coronation |  |
Divisum Imperium cum Jove Cæsar habet.
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The Coronation.
Give me an Eagles quill that dropt at Noon,
While she was gazing on the mounted Sun;
That I may write Great Charles his Name, & tell
The rescued Royalist that things go Well.
While she was gazing on the mounted Sun;
That I may write Great Charles his Name, & tell
The rescued Royalist that things go Well.
Hallowed be the Altar, let the smoke
Ascend, dismisse the heifer from her yoke.
Prepare ten Hecatombs, and let them all,
Be Crown'd, and march in triumph from the staul;
For 'tis decreed, nor shall the joys we share,
Fall short of Cæsar's Amphitheater.
Ascend, dismisse the heifer from her yoke.
Prepare ten Hecatombs, and let them all,
Be Crown'd, and march in triumph from the staul;
For 'tis decreed, nor shall the joys we share,
Fall short of Cæsar's Amphitheater.
Once more we are our selves again, and know
To whom to pay th' Allegiance that we owe;
We know what Kingdome mean's, but Common wealth
Impos'd upon us, and got in by Stealth.
We know what Crowns and Scepters mean, but States
Came from the Netherlands, and boggie flatts.
The good old way ha's an ingenious Face,
Since when the Country-man lost half his Grace:
He understands not Mushrome titles, he
Was born under a King, and so will die.
To whom to pay th' Allegiance that we owe;
We know what Kingdome mean's, but Common wealth
Impos'd upon us, and got in by Stealth.
We know what Crowns and Scepters mean, but States
Came from the Netherlands, and boggie flatts.
The good old way ha's an ingenious Face,
Since when the Country-man lost half his Grace:
He understands not Mushrome titles, he
Was born under a King, and so will die.
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Let's take a view how we have liv'd of late,
Since Morall honesty went out of date:
Or did we live at all? hardly in troth,
Esquire and Knights had but from hand to mouth:
Collectors had the rest, yet all were bent
And wisht, and pray'd still for this settlement:
Without which Law had not it's proper course,
Was put to shifts, run in an unknown sourse.
Two words ha's mended all, now out of Prison,
(Alas, they snffer'd too long Ostracisme.)
Kingdom and Realm, both which have Hid their head,
And seem'd to Duck a while, yet were not dead:
The many headed-beast hath learn'd of late,
To put a difference 'twixt Realme and State;
And rather pay their Prince Corn, Oyle and Wines,
Then to a Corporall, or his assignes.
Since Morall honesty went out of date:
Or did we live at all? hardly in troth,
Esquire and Knights had but from hand to mouth:
Collectors had the rest, yet all were bent
And wisht, and pray'd still for this settlement:
Without which Law had not it's proper course,
Was put to shifts, run in an unknown sourse.
Two words ha's mended all, now out of Prison,
(Alas, they snffer'd too long Ostracisme.)
Kingdom and Realm, both which have Hid their head,
And seem'd to Duck a while, yet were not dead:
The many headed-beast hath learn'd of late,
To put a difference 'twixt Realme and State;
And rather pay their Prince Corn, Oyle and Wines,
Then to a Corporall, or his assignes.
Scripture will warrant Kings, and for that cause,
Our Bible was expiring with our Laws:
Which Year by Year grew lesse, that the Lay-Priest,
At last could Grasp and Clinch it in his Fist.
Squeezing the Non-conforming Texts no less,
Then when they underwent the Printing-presse.
Our Bible was expiring with our Laws:
Which Year by Year grew lesse, that the Lay-Priest,
At last could Grasp and Clinch it in his Fist.
Squeezing the Non-conforming Texts no less,
Then when they underwent the Printing-presse.
If we reflect on Men and Manners both,
Amongst us lately, who'd not take his Oath,
'Twas time, the giddy World were kept in awe,
Sentenc'd, forthwith to Bedlam and fresh straw?
When 'twas a Crime to go to Church, and scarce
Allowable ones Prayers to reherse
In Consecrated ground, but you might hint,
Or hold forth i'th' Church with a Chimny in't.
When Cunningly, and of their own accord,
Men Stole into their Graves, without a word:
When Plunging rais'd Men Higher, and the Funt
Was Superstitious counted, (out upon't.)
When mad Fanatick spirits took their swinge,
Meerly, because, the Law was off o'th' hinge:
Things spawn'd in March, when nature is most proud,
And brings forth Creatures, Blind, and Lame, & Bowd;
Things, that if Aristole were with us,
Would mend his book de Animalibus.
Amongst us lately, who'd not take his Oath,
'Twas time, the giddy World were kept in awe,
Sentenc'd, forthwith to Bedlam and fresh straw?
When 'twas a Crime to go to Church, and scarce
Allowable ones Prayers to reherse
In Consecrated ground, but you might hint,
Or hold forth i'th' Church with a Chimny in't.
When Cunningly, and of their own accord,
Men Stole into their Graves, without a word:
When Plunging rais'd Men Higher, and the Funt
Was Superstitious counted, (out upon't.)
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Meerly, because, the Law was off o'th' hinge:
Things spawn'd in March, when nature is most proud,
And brings forth Creatures, Blind, and Lame, & Bowd;
Things, that if Aristole were with us,
Would mend his book de Animalibus.
As for example; —see a Fellow come,
With Wax enough about his gouty Thumb;
To make a nodous tumour mend its pace,
Or Carbuncle spit venome in your Face:
See, and admire, this Fellow laying down
His Awl and Stirrup, is no longer clowne;
But sit's upon the Bench, and winks and nods,
As gravely, as if sent us by the Gods.
With Wax enough about his gouty Thumb;
To make a nodous tumour mend its pace,
Or Carbuncle spit venome in your Face:
See, and admire, this Fellow laying down
His Awl and Stirrup, is no longer clowne;
But sit's upon the Bench, and winks and nods,
As gravely, as if sent us by the Gods.
Or see a learned Farriar, who i'th' morn,
Was at his lawfull call, his Drench and Horn:
His beaten Ginger, and his Diapente,
Now Leader of a gang, of about Twenty.
And these of Nineteen minds, yet all combine
Against the Common foe, Church discipline:
'Tis Tyranny cry's One, unwarrantable,
A Second, and a Third Abominable;
A Fourth, what holy Writ can for it plead?
Why Saucebox, where it doth, thou can'st not read;
Or if ten thousand Texts were urg'd, you'l say,
The Spirit meant them quite another way.
Was at his lawfull call, his Drench and Horn:
His beaten Ginger, and his Diapente,
Now Leader of a gang, of about Twenty.
And these of Nineteen minds, yet all combine
Against the Common foe, Church discipline:
'Tis Tyranny cry's One, unwarrantable,
A Second, and a Third Abominable;
A Fourth, what holy Writ can for it plead?
Why Saucebox, where it doth, thou can'st not read;
Or if ten thousand Texts were urg'd, you'l say,
The Spirit meant them quite another way.
Obstinate ignorance! 'tis such a curse
That patient Iob himself ne're knew a worse.
This Farriar is a Iustice too; O yes,
His Conscience troubled him, till he was this;
And struts in his wide Hall, and scorns his Fellows,
Whom he has left behind to blow the Bellows;
Expecting when the Bride-groom, and his Bride
Shall by his Worship shackled be and ty'd;
These he together links (with's Hat on's head)
Using this form of Words, Kiss and to Bed.
That patient Iob himself ne're knew a worse.
This Farriar is a Iustice too; O yes,
His Conscience troubled him, till he was this;
And struts in his wide Hall, and scorns his Fellows,
Whom he has left behind to blow the Bellows;
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Shall by his Worship shackled be and ty'd;
These he together links (with's Hat on's head)
Using this form of Words, Kiss and to Bed.
Now must her lip take Custome, and Excise
From him in Velvet clad, to him in Frize:
But above all nothing so much a Martyr
As that poor Ell and half, her Wedding Garter:
From him in Velvet clad, to him in Frize:
But above all nothing so much a Martyr
As that poor Ell and half, her Wedding Garter:
The Saturnalian Riots were not such,
No such lascivious glance, or wanton touch:
Venus would blush, nay it would Pan incense
To be a Guest to so much Impudence:
Pallas defend me, and thy off-spring all,
When Vulcan's made a Priest Canonical;
A Priest! why set aside his other faults
The Old Law put's him by, for Vulcan halts;
What! no distinction made? no difference
Betwixt his Sea-coal, and their Frankinsence?
Is it all one to hammer out a Text,
And to Enucleate the same perplext?
Yes, yes, the rout eryes, and again yes, yes
Our Farriar has a gift, and can do this;
He has a call too, well; no difference though?
No, no, the rout cries, and again, No, No.
No such lascivious glance, or wanton touch:
Venus would blush, nay it would Pan incense
To be a Guest to so much Impudence:
Pallas defend me, and thy off-spring all,
When Vulcan's made a Priest Canonical;
A Priest! why set aside his other faults
The Old Law put's him by, for Vulcan halts;
What! no distinction made? no difference
Betwixt his Sea-coal, and their Frankinsence?
Is it all one to hammer out a Text,
And to Enucleate the same perplext?
Yes, yes, the rout eryes, and again yes, yes
Our Farriar has a gift, and can do this;
He has a call too, well; no difference though?
No, no, the rout cries, and again, No, No.
Thus an impetuous torrent, right or wrong
Sweep's down the bank, and hurries all along;
Till Neptune rouz'd at last begins to wag,
And puts the wind that caus'd it in a bag;
The Sea's not so unruly, doth not roare
Or foam as doth the Rout that humane Bore.
Sweep's down the bank, and hurries all along;
Till Neptune rouz'd at last begins to wag,
And puts the wind that caus'd it in a bag;
The Sea's not so unruly, doth not roare
Or foam as doth the Rout that humane Bore.
With indignation then the Valiant Monk
Took this same Hydra Elephant by th' trunck,
And made him yawn; still holding by the Nose
The late triumphant huge Rinoceroes.
Took this same Hydra Elephant by th' trunck,
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The late triumphant huge Rinoceroes.
Appear now Charls the Great, and let the Sun
Dance to behold his Rivals game thus wonne;
Exhibiting more minutes to each day,
And adding to his height a richer Ray:
Break out from your Eclipse, St. George is charme
Enough to guard your innocence from harm.
Dance to behold his Rivals game thus wonne;
Exhibiting more minutes to each day,
And adding to his height a richer Ray:
Break out from your Eclipse, St. George is charme
Enough to guard your innocence from harm.
Ascend Dread Soveraign, Sir, your Fathers Throne
Maugre the spight of Fate, 'tis now your own;
Not by domestick force or forraign powers,
But by sollicitous entreaties yours;
And all the sons of Earth relenting, say
They cannot live without You here, one day.
Maugre the spight of Fate, 'tis now your own;
Not by domestick force or forraign powers,
But by sollicitous entreaties yours;
And all the sons of Earth relenting, say
They cannot live without You here, one day.
So the parch't Earth the Sun-beam disallowes
Till over-flown with moisture, and with sloughs
An innundation comes, upon which fright
She that but gap'd before, now cryes outright,
Courting that Sun, with tears, which she of late
For his indulgent warmth began to hate.
Till over-flown with moisture, and with sloughs
An innundation comes, upon which fright
She that but gap'd before, now cryes outright,
Courting that Sun, with tears, which she of late
For his indulgent warmth began to hate.
FATHER of Us, and of our Countrey, You
Make out our simile, and illustrate too:
Great Joves concerne, and chiefest care, who took,
Your Sacred Self into his Sacred Oak:
What to our Ancestors did food afford
To us prov'd better then a Iona's Gourd;
The Fame of which makes Ganimede look down
And wish himself (this day) Sir Richard Brown.
But that the Gods, in Senate sitting, feare
He would no more return, but tarry here;
Who celebrating this great Festival
And Iubile, still for more Nectar call.
Eying the Male-contented Lad, lest he
Should steal the health down hither privately;
While this new setled Isle and neighbour Lands
Unanimously shout, and clap their hands:
While VVhitehall sounds by Tamisis rehearst,
Make out our simile, and illustrate too:
Great Joves concerne, and chiefest care, who took,
Your Sacred Self into his Sacred Oak:
What to our Ancestors did food afford
To us prov'd better then a Iona's Gourd;
The Fame of which makes Ganimede look down
And wish himself (this day) Sir Richard Brown.
But that the Gods, in Senate sitting, feare
He would no more return, but tarry here;
Who celebrating this great Festival
And Iubile, still for more Nectar call.
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Should steal the health down hither privately;
While this new setled Isle and neighbour Lands
Unanimously shout, and clap their hands:
While VVhitehall sounds by Tamisis rehearst,
Long live the mighty Heir to Charls the first.
FINIS.
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