As Kings doe rule like th' Heavens, who dispense
To parts remote and neare their influence,
So doth our C HARLES Move also; while he posts
From South to North, and back to Southerne coasts .
Like to the Starry Orbe, which in it's round
Move's to those very Poynts, But while 'tis bound
For North, there is (some guesse) a Trembling fitt
And shivering in the part that's opposite.
What were our feares and Pantings, what dire fame
Hear'd we of Irish Tumults, sword, and flame!
Which now we thinke but Blessings, as being sent
Only as Matter, whereupon 'twas mean't
The Brittish thus united might expresse ,
The strength of joyned Powers to suppresse ,
Or conquer Foes; This is great Brittaines blisse;
The Island in it selfe a just World is
Here no commotion shall we find or feare,
But of the Courts removeall, no sad teare
Or clowdy Brow, but when You leave Vs, then
Discord is loyalty professed, when
Nations doe strive, which shall the happier bee
T'enjoy your bounteous ray's of Majestie.
Which yet you throw in undivided Dart ,
For Things divine allow no share or part,
The same Kind vertue doth at once disclose,
The Beauty of their Thistle, and our Rose.
Thus You doe mingle Soules and firmely knitt
What were but joyn'd before, You Scots-men fitt
Closely with Vs, and Reuniter prove ,
You fetch'd the Crowne before, and now their Love.