The KING enjoys His own again.
To be joyfully Sung with its own proper sweet Tune.
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WHat Booker can prognosticate,
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or speak of our Kingdom's present state?
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I think my self 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 depth 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 will be well,
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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 Stars,
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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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delightfull for that Princely Train;
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The which you shall see, when the time it shall be,
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That the King comes Home in Peace again.
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Two Thousand Years the Royal Crown,
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hath been his Fathers and his own;
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And I am sure ther's none but he
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hath 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 will then cease
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When the King comes Home in Peace again.
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Till then upon Ararat's-hill,
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my Hope shall cast her Anchor still,
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Until I see some Peaceful Dove
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bring Home that Branch which I do Love,
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Still will I wait till the Waters abate,
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which most disturbs my troubled Brain;
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For I'll never rejoyce, till I hear the Voice,
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That the King's come Home in Peace again.
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Oxford and Cambridge shall agree
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crown'd with Honour and Dignitie;
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Learned Men shall then take place,
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and bad Men silenc'd with Disgrace,
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They'll know it was then but a shameful Strain
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that hath so long disturb'd our Brain,
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For surely 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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Church Government shall settled be,
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and then I hope we shall agree,
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Without their help, whose high brain Zeal,
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hath long disturb'd our Commonwell
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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 shall see when the time it shall 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 shall take Shops to hold their Ware.
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And then all our Trade shall flourish alamode,
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the which we shall e'er long 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 then shall enjoy their Mates,
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and Honest Men their lost Estates:
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Women shall 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 & my Friend
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all Subjects freedom shall 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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Though People now walk in great Fear
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alongst the Country every where:
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Thieves shall then tremble at the Law,
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and Justice shall keep them in aw,
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The Rogues shall flee with their Treacherie
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and all the Kings Foes most shamefulie,
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The which you shall see when the time it shall 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'll 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 the King enjoys sweet Peace again
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When all these things shall come to pass,
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then farewell Musket, Pipe and Drum,
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The Lamb shall 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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