What Joy that Shunamite did once inherit
After her dead Son had receav'd his Spirit,
Such did the dead World take at the new birth
Of Charles his Sonne, the Wish of the whole earth:
And if the Preist doe yet remayne a Seer,
As he was wont, then heare the Prophet, heare.
This Child shall have attending his sweete raygne
Reverence and Love; his Common vulgar Trayne
Laborious and not wise; his Citizen
A better Judg of wares then newes or men;
A Gentry more Obedient then Learn'd;
And his Nobility shal be discern'd
By b'ing as Kings (for Love, not Powre) desiring
The Crowne may flourish, to it not aspiring;
No strife for Offices, when any fall.
Vertue shal marry Honour: and this shall
The sole Contention bee, to deserve best:
Wealth without Vice; & Law for who gives Least:
That Peace, rich warlick Peace, I meane Consent
Betweene the Closet and the Parliament;
No Trumpet sounding Wars, and when it must
It shall be forrayne, fortunate, and just;
His Victories not greivous unto those
Whom he shall conquer, no, not to his Foes;
Religion Pure and Practizd, argued less:
A preaching Pulpit and a silent Press.
Doubts putt to Synods, to Divines that know;—
What should the Law doe with the Gospel, tro'?
In his best Strength three Children shal he have:
A late old age, and Heavn after his Grave.