1679. GRATULAMINI MECUM:

                                          OR,

A Congratulatory Eſſay upon His Majeſties Moſt Happy Recovery.

       By ROBERT WHITEHALL, M.B. Oxon.

–––––––Auguſto Cæſare Salvo. Salvi omnes––––––

THanks High and Mighty one by whom Kings
We now return unto our ſelves again: (raign,
The Head affected could the Members all
Lie otherwiſe than Apoplectical?
So when a Spring-head has not Paſſage clear,
The Brooks ſubſide, and gaſping Fiſh appear.

WINDSOR, whoſe loſty top mounts to the Skie ;
WINDSOR , that Writers do ſo Magnifie?
How had thy Name ſneakt under ground, & fail'd,
Had the Blood-thirſty Traytors PLOT prevaild ?
Or had ſo good a PRINCE by Nature dy'd,
Nature & Thou(as guilty) had both been try'd.

In Thee too long (for ſhame) without a Tomb,
The Beſt of Kings lay after Martyrdom ;
Regardleſly full Thirty Years were ſpent,
('Twas well his Virtues ſtood his Monument;)
Whence, let Contrivers do well or amiſs,
MAUSOLUS never had the like to His.

His Sacred Urn diſturb'd, who could have heard
Without Convulſive-Fits what Good Men fear'd?
The Perfume of whoſe Aſhes clear'd the Air
More than Arabian Spices could by far ;
So that the Paroxyſme had Remedy,
Not from dull Phyſick, but by Sympathy.

Ask the Phyſician what an Ague means,
He'l talk of Ebullition in the Veins,
Ferment and Circulation ſtopt, and chat
VVhat Baker knows, and Brewer from his Fat :
Take him aſide, and ſmile him in the face ;
Indeed quoth he, an AGUE'S our Diſgrace.

And ſo it had been , with a Witneſs, ſure,
Had Providence not found a Soveraign Cure ;
That Providence that ſlumbers not, nor ſleeps,
But his Anointed ſtill in ſafety keeps;
Vouchſafing Combinations to reveal,
When the Foundation's laid as deep as Hell.

VVhether the breathing of a Vein gave eaſe,
And did the Præternatural Heat appeaſe
In Royal Blood whoſe Spirits are ſo purely fine,
They of themſelves might to give eaſe incline,
VVe argue not ; but I dare promiſe it,
'Twas not the Jeſuits Powder chekt the Fit.

Summon Apothecaries, let them tell
How often our Oaken Bark for it they fell,
And This as well as That has prov'd a Spell.
Sacred to JOVE, how could her Boughs do leſs
Than yield a MONARCH Shelter in Diſtreſs?
For which the Powers above we ever Bleſs.

There lies our Fort, our Rock of firm Defence,
'Gainſt Foreign and Domeſtick, Violence ;
Thoſe Signal Demonſtrations have been given
Of Preſervation (maugre Spite) from Heaven ;
Prove CHARLES on Earth Immortal ; whoſe
Remove,
May it be late, then let him Reign above.

Breath of our Noſtrils, who us Life doſt give,
Defender of our FAITH , And Us ; long live,
Leſt thoſe that practice Miſchiefs on Us, ſay
The Shepherd loſt, the Sheep ſhall be our Prey :
Rather let Day of Doom then that Day come,
When Proteſtants ſhall truckle under ROME.

Had Romulus not held a Wolf by th'Teat,
That Seven-Hill'd City had ne'r been ſo great,
Nor greedy ; But now (by S. Peter's leave,)
All Fiſh that comes to th'net they muſt receive
Nay more,if they ſhou'd com(as once't was done)
With Money in their mouths, 'tis all their own.

Welcom Great Sir, to Your Majeſtick Seat,
ToWhite-hall Royal, and Your Chair of State ;
From whence let Tamiſis the Tidings ſend
To Tyber , that our Fears are at an end :
Then let the Conſiſtory meet again,
Fret, and lay Cap aſide, to cool the Brain.

LONDON, Printed by NAT. THOMPSON at the Croſs Keys in Fetter-lane. MD CLXXIX.