THE
Happy Return:
OR,
The PARLIAMENTS Wellcome to London.
Which was Adjourned till the Ninth Day of November, 1685. But now Sitting again
at WESTMINSTER.
To the Tune of, The Fair One Let me in.
This may be Printed, R.L.S.
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THrice Noble Lords, and Gentlemen,
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whose Faith and Loyalty,
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Was always constant to your King,
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and void of Treachery;
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We humbly wellcome you again,
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and wish you all content:
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That Subjects still may reap the Fruits
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of this our Parliament.
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Rebellion now is Rooted out,
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Sedition's like to dye,
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And all the Trimmers of the Times
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submit to Majesty.
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How can we then but wish those well,
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who sorrow did prevent,
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And pay allegiance to the King,
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and thank the Parliament.
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Now Trades-men muster all their tools
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and Seamen sail the main,
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This Fly-Boat now intends to France,
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that Ship is bound to Spain:
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The tempests of the Sea are great,
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but nothing to a rent
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Of state at Land that doth molest
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both King and Parliament.
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The evils that molest a state,
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innumerable are,
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But there is none to be compar'd,
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unto a Civil War:
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Then we are greatly bound to these,
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Who cur'd our discontents:
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Wee'll drink the King's good Health in Wine
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in Ale the Parliaments
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If peace and plenty be our fate,
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and truth be in our Land,
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A farthing for a forraign war,
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while James us doth command:
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Though all the Kings of Europe should
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'gainst us their passions vent,
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We have a remedy at hand,
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our King and Parliament.
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State-weather wise men did conclude,
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when Charles the Great did dye,
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The tempests of the Church and State,
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would quite eclipse our sky:
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But James the second with with his rays
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away the vapours sent,
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Then pray God save our Noble King,
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and bless the Parlament.
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Conjectures are no prophesies,
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and chance submits to fate,
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For providence governeth all,
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in Church all well as state:
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Men should resolve to live conform,
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to Gods Commandement,
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And always pray God save the King,
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and bless the Parliament.
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The chief disease which troubles us,
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swells from ambitious eyes,
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which doth molest the Kingdoms health
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and small things magnifies:
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Instead of mending up the hole,
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we pick Seditions rent,
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But let us pray, God save the King,
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and bless the Parliament.
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May all the Members be indeed,
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both honest, just, and true,
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Impartial, void of base presence,
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all Vices to subdue:
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May all their acts be righteous,
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and good be their intent,
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And then we'l pray God save the King,
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and O brave Parliament.
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