GENTLEMAN

GIve end unto your rudeness: Know at length Whose time, and patience you have urged, the Kings. Whom if you knew, and truly, as you ought, IT would strike a reverence in you, even to blushing, That King whose love it is, to be your Parent! Whose Office, and whose Charge, to be your Pastor! Whose single watch, defendeth all your sleeps! Whose labours, are your rests! whose thoughts and cares, Breed you delights! whose business, all your leisures! And you to interrupt his serious hours, With light, impertinent, unworthy objects, Sights for your selves, and sav'ring your own tastes'; You are too blame. Know your disease, and cure it, Sports should not be obtruded on great Monarchs, But wait when they will call for them as servants, And meanest of their servants, since their price is At highest, to be styled, but of their pleasures! Our King is going now to a great work Of highest Love, Affection, and Example, To see his Native Country, and his Cradle, And find those manners there, which he sucked in With Nurse's Milk, and Parents piety! Oh Sister Scotland! what hast thou deserved Of joyful England, giving us this King! What Union (if thou likest) hast thou not made? In knitting for Great Britain such a Garland? And letting him, to wear it? Such a King! As men would wish, that knew not how to hope His Like, but seeing him! A Prince, that's Law Unto himself. Is good, for goodness-sake; And so becomes the Rule unto his Subject's! That studies not to seem, or to show great, But be! Not dressed for others eyes, and ears, With Vizors, and false rumours; but make Fame Wait on his Actions, and thence speak his Name! Oh bless his Goings out, and Comings in, Thou mighty God of Heaven, lend him long Unto the Nations, which yet scarcely know him, Yet are most happy, by his Government. Bless his fair Bed-mate, and their certain Pledges, And never may he want those nerves in Fate; For sure Succession fortifies a State. While he himself is mortal, let him feel Nothing about him mortal, in his house; Let him approve his young increasing Charles, A loyal Son: and take him long to be And aid, before he be a Successor. Late, come that day, that Heaven will ask him from us: Let our Grandchild, and their issue, long Expect it, and not see it. Let us pray That Fortune never know to exercise More power upon him, then as Charles his servant, And his great Britons slave: ever to wait Bondwoman to the GENIUS of this State.