A
TRIUMPHANT PANEGYRICK
In honour and Memory of
King Charles the Second
HIS
CORONATION.
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LEt not Rome boast her Obelisks,
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nor Caesar triumphs make:
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If Albion her Prince t'attend
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in splendor undertake.
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Their Chariots were with Tygers drawn
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in dayes of greatest state:
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But Charles is drawn with Cherubins,
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the heavens attend his Fate.
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Mention not AEgypts Pyramids,
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nor Rhodes great colosse here;
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W' admit of no such Pagentry
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in this our Hemisphere.
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Angels above, Kingdoms below,
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that lean upon this Arme;
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Cry touch not mine anointed now:
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nor do my Prophets harme.
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A Diadem of perfect gold
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adorn'd with many a gem,
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With all the wealth that India boasts
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are sacrific'd to him.
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He that endur'd an Ostracisme
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in many a forraign land,
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Does now captiv'ty captive lead,
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strokes Panthers tame with's hand.
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The bloody Tents of Tamberlain
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are turn'd to white again:
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No crying, no complaining now
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but Jubilates amain.
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Those channels and those rivers too
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that ran with blood and gore,
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Flow both with milk and hony now,
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as Canaan did before.
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Medalls of gold and silver both
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throughout the street are thrown:
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The Altars reak, the Bonefires flame,
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the Bells attend the Throne.
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London with all her Companies
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her Banners does display;
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The Cities of the Nations round
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in her their homage pay.
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She's now array'd in loyalty;
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her Trophies she does bring,
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And lay them down as Tribute due
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this day to Charles her King.
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White-Hall her candor re-assumes:
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Westminster's loyal too:
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Court, City, Countrey, Sea and Land,
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each others strive t'outdo.
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Cushan-Rushathaim that spread,
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the Kingdoms ore and ore,
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Lies shipwrackt now, and prostitute,
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like Dagon at's own door.
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Rebellion in's own chaines is bound,
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and Treason's strucken dumb;
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The amazed world to see this change,
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does here in numbers come.
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Whole Hecatombs of Loyal hearts
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are Holocausted here:
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The great triumphal Arches of
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the City make't appear.
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They stand like lofty Pyramids
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t' out-dare the glaring Sun:
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Adorn'd with Myryads, that to pay
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Allegiance here do come.
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The heads of all our Archontes,
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and Nantes too, are found
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With Chaplets all of Cynamon,
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and Lawrel to be Crown'd:
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Our Ephori, and Amphictiones,
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together marshall'd are:
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With them march the Conipides,
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sons both of Peace and War.
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Here's Gobria, and Gabatha,
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great Counsellors of State:
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Here's Jareb, and here's Elnathan,
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on this Procession wait.
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Here York and Lancaster are met,
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the Red-rose and the White;
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Our Lilies and our Lions joyne,
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and heaven and earth unite.
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The Prelate and the Potentate,
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with all the Martial train;
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The Lamb, the Lyon, Fox and Kyd,
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attend their Soveraign.
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The Ball, the Scepter, and the Crown,
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with Robes of Royalty:
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By Nobles and by Princes born,
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Ensignes of Majesty.
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Moab a loathed washpot is
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ore Edoms cast a shooe,
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And Judas still Gods Law-giver,
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what the Devil can do.
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Balam himselfe's forbid to curse,
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and forc'd to bless this day:
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The old and subtle Exorcist;
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is taught from heaven to pray.
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Blasted, and blister'd, be their tongues,
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that practice not to sing,
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In this our glorious festival,
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God save great Charles our King.
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Gloria in Excelsis, 'sung above,
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while Conduits here below,
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With all our costly Aquaeducts,
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with French and Spanish flow.
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The Pennons of the Seraphims
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stretch ore his Royal Throne;
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Cyrcling both Crown and Canopy,
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of this our Salomon.
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We burn no Oyle but Balsamum,
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within our Temples now:
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Great Constantine in dayes of state
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taught us the manner how.
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This is great Englands Jubile,
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it sets all Prisoners free:
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Proclaimes a Manumission too
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for all love liberty.
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Accursed be the Bethlite now,
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that shall attempt to build,
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That Jerico whose walls did bow,
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at Charles victorious shield.
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With health, and wealth, and victory,
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as tribute of the day:
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The heaven of heavens preserve our King
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let all the Nations pray.
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