Englands Great Prognosticator,
Foretelling when England shall enjoy a settled peace and happinesse again,
Not by Planets, Signes, nor by Stars, But truly tells when ends these bloody wars.
To the Tune of, When the King injoyes his own again.
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WHat Booker can Prognosticate
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Concerning of our Kingdomes fate?
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I think my self to be as wise
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As most that gazes in the Skyes
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my skill goes beyond
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the depth of Pond,
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Or Rivers in the greatest rain,
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by which I can tell
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all things will be well,
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Now the King injoyes his own again.
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Theres neither Swallow, Dove, nor Dade,
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Can soare more high, nor deeper wade,
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To give you a reason from the Stars,
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What causeth Peace, or Civill wars,
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the man in the Moon,
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may wear out his shoon,
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In cunning after Charls his wane,
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and all to no end,
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for the times they will mend,
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Now the King enjoyes his own again.
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Though for a time you saw White-hall,
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With cobwebs hanging on the wall,
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Instead of Silk and silver brave,
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As formerly it use to have,
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in every room,
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the sweet perfume
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Delightfull for a Princely train,
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the which you may see,
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now the time it shall be,
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That the King is come home in peace again.
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Full forty years the Royall Crown,
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Hath been his Fathers, and his own,
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And is there any more than be,
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Hath right unto that Soveraignty?
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then who better may
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the Scepter sway,
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Than he that hath such right to reign
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the hopes of our peace
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for the wars will cease,
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Now the King is come home in peace again.
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Till when, Ararat upon thy Hill,
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My hopes did cast her Anchour still,
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Untill I saw some peacefull Dove,
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Bring home that branch which dear I love,
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till then I did wait,
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the waters abate,
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Which most disturbd my troubled brain,
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and never did rejoyce,
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till I did hear the voyce,
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That the King enjoyes his own again.
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Oxford and Cambridge still agree,
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Crownd with honour and dignity.
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Learned men shall now take place,
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Tub-men be silencd with disgrace,
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for they shall know
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twas but an outward show
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That they so long disturbd their brain,
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so I can tell
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that all things will be well
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Now the King is come home in peace again.
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CHurch Government shall settled be,
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And then I hope we shall agree,
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Without their helps whose hair-braind zeal,
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Hath long disturbd the Common-weal,
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Greens out of date,
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and the Cobler doth prate,
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Of whimsies that disturbs his brain,
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the which you shall see,
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when the time it shall be,
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Now the King enjoyes his own again.
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Though many men are much in debt,
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And divers shops are to be let,
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A golden time is drawing neer,
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Men shall want shops for their ware,
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all Trades shall increase
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by the means of a Peace
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The which ere long we shall obtain,
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for which I can tell
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all things will be well,
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Now the King enjoys his own again.
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Maydens shall injoy their Mates,
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And honest men their lost estates,
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Women shall have what they do lack,
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Their husbands are a comming back
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when the wars have an end,
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then I and my friend,
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A Subjects freedome shall obtain,
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for this I can tell,
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all things will be well
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Now the King enjoys his own again.
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People shall walk without any fear,
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About the Country every where.
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Theeves shall tremble at the Law,
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And Justice keep them all in awe,
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Papists shall flye,
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with their trumpery
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And then a fig for Rome and Spain,
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the which you shall see,
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when the time it shall be,
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Now the King is come home in peace again.
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The Parliament most willing be,
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That all the world may plainly see,
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Now they do labour still for Peace,
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That all these bloody wars may cease,
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for they will spend
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their lives to defend
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The King in all his rights to reign,
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so I can tell,
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all things will be well,
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Now the King enjoys his own again.
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When all these things to passe shall come,
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Then farewell Musket, Pike, and Drum,
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The Lamb shall with the Lion feed,
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That were a happy time indeed,
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O let all pray,
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that we may see the day,
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That Peace may govern Charles his Wane,
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for then I can tell,
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all things will be well
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Now the King enjoyes his own again.
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