The KING enjoyes His own again:
To be joyfully sung with its own proper sweet Tune,
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WHat Booker can prognosticat[e]?
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or speak of our Kingdoms present state?
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I think myself to be as wise,
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as he that most looks in the Skies:
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My skill goes beyond the depths of the Pond.
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or Rivers in the greatest Rain;
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By the which I can tell, that all things wil be wel,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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There is no Astrologer then I say
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can search more deep in this than I,
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To give a reason from the Starrs,
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what causeth peace or civil Wars:
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The Man in the Moon, may wear out his Shoon,
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in running after Charles his Wain:
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But all to no end for the times they will mend,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Though for a time you see White Hall
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with Cob webs hanging over the Wall;
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Instead of Silk, and Silver brave,
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as formerly it us'd to have;
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In every Room, the sweet perfume,
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delightful for that Princely Train;
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The which you shal see, when the time it shal be
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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Full fourtie years the Royal Crown,
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hath been his fathers and his own,
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And I am sure there's none but he
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ha[t]h right to that Soveraignitie;
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Then who better may the Scepter sway,
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than he that hath such right to reign;
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The hopes of your peace, for the wars wili then cease,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Till then upon Ararats hill
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my hopes shall cast her Anchor still,
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Until I see some peaceful Dove
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bring home the branch which I do love;
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Still will I wait till the waters abate,
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which most distu[r]bs my troubled Brain,
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For I'le never rejoice, till I hear the voice,
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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Oxford and Cambridge shall agree
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crowned with honour and dignitie,
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Learned men shal then take place,
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and bid men silenc'd with disgrace,
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They'l know it was then but a shameful strain,
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that hath so long disturb'd their Brain.
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For I c[a]n surely tell that all things will be well
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Church-Government shal settled be,
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and then I hope we shal agree,
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Without their help, whose high-brain zeal,
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have long disturb'd our Common well;
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'Greed out of date, and Coblers that do prate,
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of Wars that still disturb their brain,
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The which you shal see, when the time it shal be
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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Tho' many men are much in debt,
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and many Shops are to be set:
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A golden time is drawing near,
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Men shal take Shops to hold their Ware:
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And then all our Trade shal flourish alamode,
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the which ere long we shal obtain;
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By the which I can tell that all things will be well
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Maidens shal enjoy their Mates,
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and honest men their lost Estates;
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Women shal have what they do lack,
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their Husbands who are coming back.
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When the Wars have an end then I and my friend
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all Subjects freedom shal obtain;
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By the which I can tell, all things will be well
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when we enjoy sweet peace again.
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Though people now walk in great fear
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alongst the Countrie everywhere:
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Thieves shal then tremble at the Law,
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and Justice still keep them in aw;
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The Frenches shal flee with their treacherie,
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and all the Kings foes most shamefullie,
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The which you shal see when the time it shal be
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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The Parliament must willing be,
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that all the world may plainly see,
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How they do labour still for peace,
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that now these bloody Wars may cease:
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For they will gladly spend their Lives, to defend
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the King in all his right to reign,
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So then I can tell all things will be well,
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when we enjoy sweet peace again.
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When all these things to pass shal come,
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then farewel Musket, Pike and Drum,
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The Lamb shal with the Lyon feed,
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which were a happy time indeed:
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O let us all pray, we may see the day.
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that peace may govern in his Name:
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For then I can tell all things will be well.
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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