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ASTRÆA REDUX.
In such adversities to Scepters train'd,
The name of Great his famous Grandsire gain'd:
Who yet a King alone in Name and Right,
With hunger, cold and angry Jove did fight;
Shock'd by a Covenanting Leagues vast Pow'rs,
As holy and as Catholick as ours:
Till Fortunes fruitless spight had made it known,
Her blows not shook but riveted his Throne.
Some lazy Ages, lost in Sleep and Ease,
No action leave to busie Chronicles;
Such whose supine felicity but makes
In story Casmes, in Epoche's mistakes;
O're whom Time gently shakes his wings of Down,
Till with his silent Sickle they are mown:
Such is not Charles his too too active age,
Which govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage
Of some black Star infecting all the Skies,
Made him at his own cost like Adam wise.
Tremble, ye Nations, who secure before,
Laught at those Arms that 'gainst our selves we bore;
Rouz'd by the lash of his own stubborn Tail,
Our Lion now will foreign Foes assail.
The name of Great his famous Grandsire gain'd:
Who yet a King alone in Name and Right,
With hunger, cold and angry Jove did fight;
Shock'd by a Covenanting Leagues vast Pow'rs,
As holy and as Catholick as ours:
Till Fortunes fruitless spight had made it known,
Her blows not shook but riveted his Throne.
Some lazy Ages, lost in Sleep and Ease,
No action leave to busie Chronicles;
Such whose supine felicity but makes
In story Casmes, in Epoche's mistakes;
O're whom Time gently shakes his wings of Down,
Till with his silent Sickle they are mown:
Such is not Charles his too too active age,
Which govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage
Of some black Star infecting all the Skies,
Made him at his own cost like Adam wise.
Tremble, ye Nations, who secure before,
Laught at those Arms that 'gainst our selves we bore;
Rouz'd by the lash of his own stubborn Tail,
Our Lion now will foreign Foes assail.
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