THE
CHARACTER
OF AN
English-Man.
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BY the first Principles, of Mother Earth
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An English man is noble, by his Birth
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Hath a fine body, and an Aspect Rare
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Shines like the Stars in Northern Hemesphere,
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He being of the purest matter made
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As by the wise Phylosopher is said
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Crowns him, in the Figure of his Manhood high,
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As the Sun is the Candle of the Sky:
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Nature and Reason make him Rich and great,
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And plant him in their Golden Chair of State;
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So highly born, that from his Blood we hope
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That he may rule, in Princedomes Horoscope:
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He feareth God, and Honours high his King
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Acting, and doing well in every thing;
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His Ethicks are so high, and learning Rare,
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Though he treads on the Earth, yet flies in Air,
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And as Divinity doth Law excell,
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So in him, doth true Perfection dwell;
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Religious Reason is his sole delight,
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And loves to see both Church and State go right:
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To all he's Allamode, Jantee, and Neat,
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Brisk, Complaisant, Endearing, and Compleat;
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Having both Wisdom and good wit at will,
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And can do all things, unless that of ill:
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And for his Innocence and Conscience high,
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He'l duell with the Devils in the Sky?
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Following the Dictates of his reall Nature,
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Shewing that the reasonable Creature
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Is not for to be forc'd, but gently led
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By Governours, and by his dearest Head;
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He takes his Princes part against the Devil,
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And will not have him come to any evil;
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And yet Resolves that he will be no slave,
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Unless unto the Mighty, Good, and Brave;
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He payes all just Devoires, where truly due,
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And where it is Fictitious and not true,
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Grows careless of the Justice of his breast,
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And so leaves all to take his pleasant rest:
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Shewing 'gainst Reason and Religion,
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Nothing in humane interests is done;
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Since 'tis a thing that mounts him to the Grove
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Of Joy, and Peace, and Universal Love.
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Where when the Feast is o're, and Banquet done,
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Like th' Eagle he shall fly beyond the Sun:
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Where he shall see such Prospects of delight,
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As doth transcend all humane words and sight;
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And there be rendred happy in loves Arms
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With all Celestial and eternal Charms.
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From Heaven we pass, and down to Earth again
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To behold him in his curious Train?
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His Air, and Voice, proclaim the Angelick nature,
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Making him the Metropolis of the Creature:
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And all his vertues do denote him high
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To be the next a kin to the Divinity?
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Their Speech is mean like to the Birds of th' Field,
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Therefore a pleasant Conversation yield:
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Shewing the variety of the World,
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As differing Lights from the same Sun are hurl'd;
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But in him the Indies of his love's laid out,
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Which makes him turn the Giddy world about?
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'Mong Beasts, the Lyon, Birds, the Eagle high,
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So among men the English signifie,
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Among Flowers the Rose exceeds the other,
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Of the Pink, Tulip, and the Gilliflower;
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Heaven shewing it self most unto its own,
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Like a kind Parent to his belov'd Son;
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In short he's the Flower of the Creation,
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Still acting as best becomes his Station?
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The Favourite both of Heaven and of Earth,
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And blessed from his very Infant-birth,
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He lives here for a while to take his pleasure,
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And when he comes into the Starry Treasure
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The Powers above do treat him as a friend,
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In glorious Mansions where there is no end.
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See and behold the English, and draw nigh
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Unto their noble Prince in Majesty,
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So great he is that Greatness can't him raise
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Cloath'd with Majesty and Celestiall Rayes;
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In every degree a happy Creature,
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From the perfections of his mind and Feature;
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So mighty witty, and so rarely wise,
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The joy of Hearts, and wonder of our eyes?
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At whom we still draw near to, and look on
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Like Marygolds, when opening to the Sun;
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And as Jove's happy with his Joyes above,
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So England's King is in his Subjects love;
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And when Nature failes that he must dye
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He shall be Crown'd to all Eternity.
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