Rabble; so that whil'st they most unjustly cry'd down the oppression
of one of the best of Monarchs, and all Kingly Government: all England
found itself deplorably inslav'd by the Arbitrary Tyranny of many
Pageant Kings. Oh that we shou'd so far forget with what greatness of
mind You then shar'd the common Fate, as now and again to force Your
Royal Person to new Perils, and new Exiles; but such ingratitude we are
punisht with, and You still suffer for, and still forgive it.

This more than Human Goodness, with the incouragement Your Royal
Highness was pleas'd to give the Rover at his first appearance, and the
concern You were pleas'd to have for his second, makes me presume to lay
him at Your feet; he is a wanderer too, distrest; belov'd, the
unfortunate, and ever conscent to Loyalty; were he Legions he should
follow and suffer still with so Excellent a Prince and Master. Your
Infant worth he knew, and all Your growing Glories; has seen you like
young Cesar in the Field, when yet a Youth, exchanging Death for
Laurels, and wondred at a Bravery so early, which still made double
Conquest, not only by Your Sword, but by Your Vertues, which taught even
Your Enemies so intire an Obedience, that asham'd of their Rebel
Gallantry, they have resign'd their guilty Commissions, and Vow'd never
to Draw Sword more but in the Royal Cause; which Vow Religiously they
kept: a noble Example for the busie and hot Mutineers of this Age misled
by Youth, false Ambition and falser Council.

[Sidenote: Some of Oliver's Commanders at Dunkirk]

How careless since Your Glorious Restauration You have been, of Your
Life for the service of Your mistaken Country, the whole World knows,
and all brave men admire.

Pardon me then, Great Sir, if I presume to present my faithful Soldier,
(which no Storms of Fate can ever draw from his Obedience) to so great a
General: allow him, Royal Sir, a shelter and protection, who was driven
from his Native Country with You, forc'd as You were, to fight for his
Bread in a Strange Land, and suffer'd with You all the Ills of Poverty,
War and Banishment; and still pursues Your Fortunes; and though he
cannot serve Your Highness, he may possibly have the Honour of diverting
You a few moments: which tho Your Highness cannot want in a place where
all Hearts and Knees are justly bow'd in Adoration, where all conspire,
as all the Earth (who have the blessing of Your presence) ought to
entertain, serve and please You; yet