goods of
the slain, the Stock of Pupils, the plunder of Loyal Subjects; no
Testament, no State secure, and nothing escaped their cruelty and
insatiable avarice. For if it be sweet in prosperity, to consider of the
past adventures, if tempests commend the Haven; War, Peace; and our last
sharp sickness, our present Health and Vigour; why should it not delight
your Majesty to hear of the miseries we have suffered; since they
re-inforce your own felicity, and the benefits which we receive by it?
where then should I begin but with thy Calamities, O unfortunate
_England_! who hadst only the priviledge of being miserable, when all the
World were happy: But I will not go too for in repeating the sorrowes
which are vanish't, or uncover the buried memory of the evils past; least
whilst we strive to represent the vices of others, we seem to contaminate
your Sacred purple, or alloy our present rejoycing; since that only is
sign of a perfect and consummate felicity, when even the very remembrance
of evils past, is quite forgotten.

Miraculous Reverse! O marvel greater then Mans Counsel! who will believe
that which his eyes do see? what before a twenty years confusion had
destroy'd; behold a few moneths have restor'd: But the wonder does yet so
much more astonish, that the grief was not so universal for having
suffer'd under such a Tyranny, as for having been so long depriv'd of so
excellent a Prince: No more then do we henceforth accuse our past
miseries; All things are by your presence repair'd, and so reflourish; as
if they even rejoyc'd they had once been destroy'd, _Auctior tuis facta
beneficiis._ So as not only a Diadem binds your sacred Temples this day;
but you have even crown'd all your Subjects too; so has your auspicious
presence gilded all things; our Churches, Tribunals, Theaters, Palaces,
lift up their heads again; the very fields do laugh and exalt. O happy,
and blessed spring! not so glorious yet with the pride and enamel of his
flowers, the golden corn, and the gemms of the pregnant Vine, as with
those Lillies and Roses which bloom and flourish in your Chaplet this day,
to which not only these, but even all the productions of nature seem to
bend, and pay their homage.

And let it be a new year, a new _AEra_, to all the future Generations, as
it is the beginning of this, and of that immense, _Platonic_ Revolution;
for what could arrive more justly, more stupendious, were even the eight
sphear it self now hurled abou