The ROSE of Delight,
Or, An excellent new Song in the praise of his GRACE
James D. of Monmouth:
My Female Wishes may they never end,
For I Great Monmouth still will be thy friend,
While I retain my poor immortal soul,
Ile Joy with thee, and wanting thee condoul.
Tune of, No, no tis in vain to sigh and complain,
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NOtwithstanding the frown that descends from the Crown on my Lord that once was so dear,
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Preferd above other, undone by a Brother, & the hate of an Unckle so near, then let them tread on
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& end as begun, my love it shall ner be forgot, but in envys despight Il take my delight in Mon-mouth; ner known in a Plot.
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Of great places at Court,
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Turnd him out, as a sport,
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Pretending that he soard too high,
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Or fearing he might
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At last claim a Right
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And become a great Beam in their Eye;
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Cause the Mobile ran
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And admired each man,
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Yea, Welcomd him with a glad Heart,
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But who can do less
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For whom God doth bless,
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since Monmouth we know thy desert.
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These monsters of Rome
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They first hatchd his Doom,
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Because that he stood in their way,
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And stopd their Carrire,
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When their Plots did appear,
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To make our Religion their Prey:
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Now each Famous Lord,
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As much is abhord
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And termd as great monsters as he
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By that Tory Crew,
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Who hath nothing to do
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But scandall brave Monmouths degree.
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May they Shimei like
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In Cursing delight,
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Till the Fall on their own Heads rebound,
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And he like the Palm
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Supprest, firmer stand,
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And the more shall be blest with Renown,
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For who can he be
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Thats so happy as he,
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That smilingly so can forgive,
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The dangers of late,
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supposd from the State,
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Brave Monmouth be happy, and live.
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For the Heavens may grow clear,
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And great Charles may appear
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With the smiles of a King as before,
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As he promisd to me,
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He ever would be,
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And he my great Monmouth restore
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To his Places of state,
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That he may be great,
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And his Enemies unmaskd may be,
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Who indeavoured to bring
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Him in frowns with the King:
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Brave Monmouth I love Charles and thee.
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May thy Royal Father
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Sway the Scepter forever,
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And flourishing Govern this Land,
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May the Turk and the Athiest,
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Presbiterian and Papist
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Turn one, and in Unity stand,
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Then shall be firm Peace,
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And our Jars they shall cease,
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In Church, Government when we agree,
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And in the mean time,
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may the Crown keep the line;
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Brave Monmouth we happier shall be.
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