The poem by an unknown author, published in 1660, celebrates Charles II’s return to London after being in exile in Continental Europe during the Civil Wars and the Interregnum. The title is Latin for “the voice of the people,” and alludes to the maxim vox populi, vox dei, “the voice of the people is the voice of God.”
The text comes from Vox Populi: The Voice of the People, Congratulating His Majesty, King Charls the II. of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, in Thirty Heroick Stanza’s (London, 1660). Only a few obvious typos have been corrected. The notes are my own.
Vox Populi,His Sacred Majestys happy return |
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Britain behold thy King, and Royal Head, | |
For whom thy Nobles and Plebeians bled, | plebeians = commoners |
Thy common Safety, Glory, and the Sun | thy = Britain’s |
That ends the Night which in the Sire begun. | |
Whom absent thou so long hast doted on, [5] | |
The Heav’ns propitious to thy wish hath thrown | propitious = favorable |
Into thine Arms, that thou might know and see | |
T’was his Exile commenc’d thy Misery. | commenc’d = that began |
They were thy sins, not his that did engage | |
Him in so sad, yet Royall Pilgrimage, [10] | |
Whence he returns with Reliques stor’d to heal | whence = from where |
Thy Sick Estate, and widow’d Common-weal. | estate = condition; common-weal = country |
A Nobler Prince ne’re wore thy Diadem, | diadem = crown |
Of all that issu’d from that Noble Stem; | stem = bloodline |
Affliction made him wise, and Wisdom good, [15] | |
He is the best of Princes and of Blood. | |
Nor his return that made the Gallique State | Gallique = French |
Do homage to his Sword; nor his whom Fate | |
Design’d the jarring houses to compose, | design’d = intended; houses = warring factions |
Nor his that did, divided Britain close. [20] | |
Produc’d such quiet to his State, as we | |
Hope from his Soveraign Sacred Majestie, | |
His People’s only joy, their life, their love, | |
To whom all hearts as to their Center move. | |
He, he it is that can Fanatique rage, [25] | fanatic |
And Bedlams Quakers fury disengage, | |
The Elders and the Miters shall not jar, | jar = quarrel |
Zeal and Religion shall not henceforth war. | |
But both united Zealous Puritan, | |
And the Religious, Loyal Protestant [30] | |
Shall shake the tripple Crown, and make it know | |
We have Religion in the life, not show. | |
For now our Keepers and our chains are gone, | |
Pluto bestirs how to secure his own, | Pluto = god of the underworld |
Least of his despair should drive them down to Hell, [35] | |
They there attempt to frame a Common-weal; | establish a government |
That lech’rous House long Pandariz’d to please | lech’rous = lustful; pandariz’d = pimped out |
The rampant humours of State Tyrannies, | humours = moods |
The Monsters that for Laws forth from it came, | |
Would blister any modest tongue to name. [40] | |
They have out-done their Ancestors in crimes, | |
And Acted past belief in Future times; | |
Religion, Law like twins of grief lament | |
Th’invenom’d sting of that Tail-Parliament. | |
The Bloody Cannibals would shame to own [45] | own = admit |
Those Hellish Acts, this monstrous House hath done; | |
And cruell Tartar, barb’rous Arabs they | Tartar = Mongol |
Go not to Hell, through such a sanguine way. | sangine = cheerful |
But now those Meteors which we fear’d and felt, | astrological events |
Are by a Northern Star to vapours melt: [50] | |
O may they fall in Lethe’s stream, that so | river of forgetfulness in Hades |
Forgetting us, we may them never know. | |
And now our Bells report unto the Sky | report = ring |
The restitution of our Liberty; | |
And sacred Flames have purg’d th’infected air, [55] | |
The heavens now smile to welcome home the Heir. | |
Since then thou art most glorious Prince return’d, | |
See how thy love our loyall hearts hath burn’d; | |
Be thou the head, and we will Members be, | members = body parts |
Obedient Members to thy Laws and thee. [60] | |
Nor fear thou Treason now, we love too well | |
To breed up Vipers that are hatch’d in Hell: | |
Nor shall thy heart to thee more faithfull prove, | |
Then shall thy People’s fix’d and constant love. | |
No greater care doth on our spirits lye, [65] | |
Then how to care for (Charls) thy Majesty; | |
To see thee glorious, in a glorious Throne, | |
No great care have we then thee alone. | |
Men train’d for War attend on thy commands | attend on = listen to |
With Marshall Weapons in their warlike hands; [70] | |
What King more blest, what Subjects happier be, | |
Thour’t blest by them, they happy made by thee. | |
Nor may’st thou boast of some few Cohorts, we | cohorts = group of soldiers |
Auxiliar Legions here present to thee, | |
Whose daring swords do wait upon thy will, [75] | |
To save thine allies, and thy Foes to spill. | spill = kill |
A Legion yet of English lads there are | |
Born for to fight, and bred up in the Warre: | |
Let Monck but head them, stubborn France shall bow, | bow = surrender |
And humbly set her Crown upon thy brow. [80] | |
The Austrian house shall shake and quake for fear, | |
The Lyon’s Paw should the spread Eagle teare, | |
And force the vaster Continent to come; | |
To this your Isle for to receive its doom. | doom = fate |
Our hearts and Purses, we will ope’ together, [85] | |
Ask which thou wilt, we will deny thee neither: | ask for whichever one you want |
The first are thine, thou hast them in possession, | |
The latter shall be thine by free Concession. | concession = grant |
Command and have; who for a Prince so good, | |
Would spare to spend his treasure or his blood: [90] | |
We have no riches, but to spend for thee, | |
Our riches whil’st thou want’st are Povertie. | thou want’st = you don’t have |
Nor is your land lesse rich, then that of France, | |
And for her king, dares pound for pound advance; | |
What they do by constraint, we willing doe; [95] | by constraint = out of necessity |
We pray thee to receive, and thank thee too. | |
And though rich Spain be underlaid with Gold, | |
We’ve English Brasse, will force it from their hold; | |
We let them drudge to bring the Indies home, | drudge = work hard |
The greater part unto your Coffers come. [100] | coffers = money boxes |
The watry continent owns none but you | The ocean acknowledges no one but you |
As Lord; your Fleet did it long since subdue: | |
Nor Spain, nor Belgium dares, without you please, | without = unless |
To give them leave, appear upon the Seas. | leave = permission |
We have provided for you, such a Fleet [105] | |
As makes the Belgians tremble when they see ’t: | |
They’ve felt the vengeance of our Guns, and now | |
They think it safer then to fight, to bow. | |
Brave Mountague, he rules upon the Main, | |
And gallant Monck commands the Martiall Train, [110] | martiall train = military forces |
That, shall your Forreign foes ship down to hell, | |
This shall Domestick flames and fury quell. | |
See how the People throng unto the Town, | |
To see your brows invested with a Crown: | invested = dressed |
And thus by me they doe Congratulate [115] | |
Your blest return, to this now-blessed State. | |
Long live our Cæsar, our Augustus long, | |
May he triumph over our hearts and tongue’s, | |
Our hearts shall love, our tongues his praises sing: | |
Both heart and tongue, now cry, God save the King. [120] | |
Floreat Rex Angliæ. Floreat, floreat. |