MacLean, Gerald, editor. The Return of the King : An Anthology of English Poems Commemorating the Restoration
of Charles II / edited by Gerald MacLean
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Dolor, ac Voluptas.
Title: Dolor, ac Voluptas, invicem cedunt. / OR / ENGLANDS / Glorious Change, by Calling Home of / KING CHARLES / THE SECOND. / Together with the Royalists Exaltation, / And the Phanatiques Diminution. / [text] / LONDON, Printed in the year 1660.
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Dolor, ac Voluptas, invicem cedunt.
Glorious Change, by Calling Home of
Together with the Royalists Exaltation,
And the Phanatiques Diminution.
1: COme Muse; did'st ever joy in recreating,
2: And solace of thy self in nominating
3: Dangers expel'd; When in a calm of Peace,
4: Thou resting ly'st, as in a Bed at ease.
5: Didst ever hear that War was sought of any
6: Unless by those which (as their Trade) kept many
7: Sluggards, and such, who nothing had to leese,
8: Except it were their Cloaths, their Lice, and Fleas.
9: Peace ea'nt for such, then soon absent your selves,
10: It is a Rock that must destroy these Elves;
11: They hang their heads, yet dare not seem to cry,
12: At this their unexpected misery.
13: They know that if they vissibly do frown,
14: There is a rod will whip their Stomacks down,
15: Our worthy General, whose eccho'd fame,
16: Shall sing aloud great Trophies of his name --
17: 'Twas he that came here as a Favourite,
18: Who seemingly did own the Rumpers right,
19: Not through his fear, 'twas through his policy,
20: To period the Kingdomes misery,
21: Not by a bloody fight, there need no more,
22: Such massacring as we have had before.
23: Such waste of blood in stopping of that flame,
24: Which through the fire of Swords had rais'd the same.
25: Go Lobsters hide your selves within the deep,
26: That is the fittest place for you to creep,
27: Shew not your heads Phanatiques, our intent,
28: Is for to serve the King and Parliament.
29: You as the wicked weeds amongst good Corn,
30: Shall by your deepest Roots from thence be torn;
31: You Coblers, Plough-men, which thought it no crime,
32: With others means, to make your selves sublime.
33: Know wee've a King a comming (long Exil'd)
34: To punish you, but oh he's farr to milde:
35: He dont delight his name abroad to spread,
36: Or make his Foes by Rigour his name dread:
37: He's mercifull, firm in his undertaking,
38: His old, and trusty Friends, in not forsaking,
39: Pittifull unto such who have deserv'd
40: His angry Brow, and from his Cause have swerv'd;
41: But woe to you, new Lords, your first degree,
42: Had been a Thousand times more fit for yee.
43: And you Poor Royalists, which were a prey,
44: Unto those Wolves, and long time obscure lay,
45: Advance your selves, lift up your heads on high,
46: Your Shepheards looks, will make the Wolves to fly;
47: Your long expected CHARLES is comming home,
48: Never such joy ere came to Christendome.
49: Our Nation like a Ship e'ne over blown,
50: Our Laws, Lives, Liberties, e'ne overthrown,
51: Our Churches jeer'd, our Ministers dispis'd,
52: Nothing for Christianity is priz'd;
53: But what's allowed, by the Quaking Dogs,
54: Who were in swarms, resembling Egypts Frogs.
55: Till God beholding us, did pitty take,
56: Destroying them, even for his Gospels sake;
57: And for a MOSES, he a MONK did send,
58: Who with his rod, did us from them defend.
59: Then let us not ascribe this unto Fate,
60: Or unto Chance, as being fortunate;
61: But unto th'Almighty God, who did portend
62: These blessings for us, give praise to -- --
LONDON, Printed in the year 1660.