A Worthy Kings Description:
Both Country and City give ear to this ditty,
Whilst that I the praises sing,
And fame his honour out doth Ring,
That best deserveth to wear the Crown;
For Worth theres none can put him down
And this is no flattering, to describe a worthy King;
His Subjects here their desires explain,
Desiring that he may enjoy his own again.
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BRave news there is I understand,
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Brought by one that late did land,
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Many that heretofore were sad,
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Their hearts full merry are, and glad,
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And rejoice for his sake,
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That amends will us make,
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And will please us all as then,
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for he that we did lack
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is now returning back
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For to enjoy his own again.
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Fair England will be well content
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With the chief of men in goverment,
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When the Churches Champion smiles upon her,
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Earths Majesty and Natures honour;
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His foes unto him he will draw,
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Hees the director of the Law.
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And the Nations Rights he will mointain:
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these things will appear
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before the next new year.
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When the King enjoys his own again.
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When the Scepter of mercy he doth hold,
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And true Justice doth unfold,
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And when he doth his own imbrace,
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There you may see the glass of grace,
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And the terrour of Treason
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Which is but Reason.
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The poor mans Cause he will maintain;
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no man can this deny,
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hees the life of Lyalty,
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When that he enjoys, etc.
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His command if Right is without dispute,
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Then will his power be absolute:
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In him Wisdome is very rife,
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And his favour will lengthen life;
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His Subjects his charge will be,
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And his care for their safety.
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This pleasure will true peace maintain,
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which we shall prove
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his joy to be our love,
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When the King, etc.
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His wisedome is not to be paraleld
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By all that ere the Scepter held,
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cause it is without all equallity,
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We hope no man can this deny:
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He is of great renown,
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And best deserves the Crown;
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For why he hath most right to raign,
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thus saith the Trump of fame
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that he deserves the same,
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For to enjoy, etc.
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If for the same he be appointed,
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And he be calld the Lords anointed;
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Like a King he must be served,
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Add be tenderly preserved:
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Then he the head must be
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Of the publick body:
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If that his right he doth regain,
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he will tender of us be
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if that we live to see
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Him to enjoy, etc.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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HEes a blessing over his people by plare,
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And Gods Vicegerent full of grace:
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He is no forreign Conqueror,
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But our Supream Governour,
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His safety his Councells cares,
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And his health his Subjects prayers:
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Whilst that on Earth he doth remain,
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his pleasure is his Peeres.
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that great Jehovah fears,
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And to enjoy his own again.
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And for to chear his Subjects sadnesse,
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His content will be their gladnesse,
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His presence must Reverenced be,
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According to his high degree;
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His person must not be scorned,
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But his civill Court adorned,
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When in fair England he doth raign,
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all men shall be free,
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and set at liberty,
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When the King, etc.
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What rightfull thing by him is said,
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Ought not for to be disobeyd;
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One thing cannot be denied.
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That his wants must be supplyed,
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Nor his place unregarded,
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But Royally Rewarded,
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And richly his state maintain:
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then let our prayers be
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these happy days to see.
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That the King may enjoy, etc.
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Although a God he cannot be,
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Hees more then an ordinary man we see,
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Wee do hope hees so divine,
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That from the right heel not decline.
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Nor yet will he delay
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Gods laws to obey,
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And all mens Rights for to maintain,
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which suddenly will be,
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when that men do see
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That the King, etc.
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I now crave pardon for this bold thing,
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For describing of a worthy King,
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And heartily for him will pray
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Unto the Lord both night and day,
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And under Heaven him commend,
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That the Lord will him defend,
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That he in this Land long time may Raign,
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these blessings then will be
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who ever lives to see
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The King, etc.
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Then shall London Conduits run with Wine,
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With melodious noise of Musick fine;
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Then Bells shall Ring, and Bone fires burn,
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For joy of his gracious return,
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From sorrow we
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Hope to be free,
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From Tyranny and slavish pain,
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then let us all rejoyce
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both with heart and voice,
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When the King enjoys his own again.
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