A PANEGYRIC ON THE CORONATION Of His Most Sacred MAJESTY CHARLES II.  
BY SAMUEL HOLLAND.  
LONDON, Printed for William Plaice, at Grayes-Inne-Gate in Holborn, 1661.   

A PANEGYRIC ON THE CORONATION Of His Most Sacred MAJESTY CHARLES II.  
OUR hallowed Vows are heard, our Just Desires  
Are now obtained; no higher now aspires  
Our richest zeal: for in this radiant Train  
Our King hath brought the Golden World again.  
Hail, Prince's Phoenix! Thou who causest so  
In swelling Tides our Joys to overflow  
By thy blessed sight, and mak'st the World to see  
What unknown wonders do attend on Thee!  
Some swift-foot Nymphs, make haste from hence, and pray  
The Hills and Floods come keep this Holiday;  
To all the world proclaims our Joys, and Feasts,  
And do invite them to become our Guests,  
And as you meet in Neptune's Azure Hall,  
Bid them, bid Sea-Gods keep this Festival.  
This Day shall be for evermore renowned,  
This Day shall still our Calendars resound.  
And that our love may to this Day appear,  
Henceforth with it we will begin the Year.  
Great Prince, what Age shall count thy matchless deeds!  
Exceeding all what Fame and Time e'er reads.  
For Europe's lights (all bright in their degree,)  
Will lose their lustre, paralleled with thee.  
By just Descent, you from more Kings do shine,  
Then many can name Men in all their line.  
What most men toil to find, and finding hold,  
You scorn the treasures of suborning gold.  
And wisely think that Wealth to be the best,  
Which is locked up in the Minds noblest Chest  
No stormy Passions do disturb your Soul,  
No mists of Danger can it ere control.  
What Man hath been so meek? You life do give,  
To those who do repine to see you live.  
A Prince, that, though of none you stand in awe,  
Do first subject Yourself to your own Law.  
You joy in Good, and still, as Right directs,  
You measure Greatness by your good Effects.  
You Arms still manage for your own Defence;  
Wrongs to repel, and foster Innocence.  
Your Noble Virtues, your desires do grace,  
Stern Chance doth change, and to desert give place.  
No more contemned shall hapless Learning lie,  
The Arts and Muses shall be raised high.  
And th' Acidalian Queen amidst your Bays  
Shall twine her Myrtles, and grant happy days.  
O Haltionian, O most happy Age!  
No more shall Schisms, and Discontentment's rage,  
And vex Antarctic Climates: England's woes  
Do vanish now, Joy in our Zenith grows.  
Like your rare mind, which steadfast as the Pole  
Doth fixed stand, how e'er the Spheres do role.  
That Rapine, Schisms, and lusts are fled to Hell,  
And in their rooms with us all Graces dwell;  
That Honour now we more than Wealth respect,  
And Order more than Heresies affect;  
That Piety unmasked now shows her face,  
And Innocence with Greatness keeps her place;  
That late-stern Foes do now like Brother's love,  
And Vultures pray not on the harmless Dove;  
That our Towns smile, our ruin'd Temples rise,  
And their wind-courted Vanes do kiss the skies;  
That buried Arts now rouse them to the Day,  
And Night, and Falsehood, are both fled away;  
That Wolves with Lambs now friendship entertain,  
Are true effects of your most happy Reign.  
O Virtues mirror, Glory of our Times,  
Ordained by Heaven to expiate our Crimes!  
Great King, but Better far than you are Great,  
Whom State not honours, but who honours State.  
By wonder born, by wonder first installed,  
By wonder after to your Realms recalled.  
Young kept by wonder from homebred Alarms  
And saved by Wonder from bold Traitors harms,  
To be in this your Reign which Wonders brings  
A King of Wonder, Wonder unto Kings;  
All those Perfections which by bounteous Heaven  
To divers Kings in divers Times were given,  
The Starry Senate pours at once on Thee,  
That thou Exemplar to the world may be.  
Let Traitors boast of Blood, and spoils of Foes,  
Fierce Rapines, Murders, and a thousand Woes;  
Unhappy Traitors, who t'enlarge their bounds  
Have charged themselves with shame, their Friends with wounds:  
Who had no Law, but their Ambitious Will,  
And took delight their nearest blood to spill.  
You are true Victor sent us from above;  
What others strain by force, you gain by love,  
And loudest Fame to You this praise imparts  
To be the only Monarch of all Hearts;  
They many fear, who are of many feared:  
And Kingdoms got by wrong, by wrong are teared:  
Such Thrones as Blood doth raise, Blood throweth down,  
No Guard so sure as Love unto a Crown.  
Run on, Great Prince, Your Course in Glory's way;  
The End our Life, the Evening Crowns the Day.  
Heap Worth on Worth, and strongly soar above  
Those straits which made the World you first to love.  
Transcend yourself, and make your Actions past  
Be but as Beams, and Lightnings to your last.  
Let those outstrip all of your younger time,  
As far as Autumn doth the flowery Prime.  
Make happy long this Isle, which by your sight  
Hath now regained her former heat, and light.  
So ever Bays your Noblest Brow adorn,  
And never Time see your fair Fame outworn.  
So by your Subjects be you still desired,  
And by all Strangers feared, and admired.  
And may your high Exploits at last make even  
With Earth your Empires, Glories with the Heaven.  
FINIS.