THE King's MOST EXCELLENT majesty's welcome to his own House, Truly called the Honour of Hampton court, who came thither on the 24. of August, and so consequently hoped and humbly desired to White-Hall.  
Written by his majesty's most humble servant John Tailor, one of the Yeoman of His majesty's Guard.  
alias Poeta Aquatticus.  
From my House at the crown in Globe Lane (Alias phoenix Ally, ne'er the Globe tavern in Long acre.  
Printed in the year. 1647.   

THE King's Most Excellent majesties, welcome to his own House, Truly called the Honour of Hampton-Court.  

MOst Gracious (Suffering) sovereign Lord & King  
Had I a quill plucked from the phoenix wing,  
Or Homer's Muse, or Virgil's towering stile,  
(Thy ten times long wished welcome to compile)  
Had I all these great aids, all were to few,  
Thy Subjects long expected joys to show  
Thy presence hath inspired this Muse of mine,  
More than Apollo and his triple Trine,  
he's dull brained, and a Poet cannot be,  
That wants a Muse (great King) and writes of thee.  
A juster Master servants never had  
And servants false to man, to bad  
But as the Eagle never cast his eyes,  
On abject, objects, vermin, gnatts or flies,  
So thou not minding injuries, hast still,  
With thine own goodness overcome their ill.  
Ingrateful men took clothing, wages, food,  
From thee, and have repaid thee ill for good:  
Which thy heroic mind still slighted hath,  
As most unworthy of thy royal wrath.  
there's not a grace, a virtue or an Art,  
But are in●hroned in thy Princely Heart:  
Faith and Fame unshaken with the wrongs,  
Of perjured writers and perfidious tongues,  
Thy 〈◊〉 Hope in thy majestic Breast  
That fixed belief, shall be made manifest  
By charity, which thou hast showed to those  
Who are thy cursed causeless mortal foes.  
Whereby thy virtues patient constancy,  
Hath won thee a more glorious victory,  
Then if (by conquest) thy sharp sword should pierce  
Through all the kingdoms of the Universe.  
Thy Mercy and thy justice are the gems,  
And richest jewels in thy Diadems.  
To sum up all; 'tis truly understood  
there's nothing may be named just or good  
But is in thee ingraffed, and nothing ill  
Thou sayst or dost, but 'tis against thy will.  
Thy Master Christ (the light made thee discern,  
And this blessed Lesson thou from him didst learn.  
That he that Loveth, Father, Mother, wife,  
Children, earths goods or glory, or his life  
More than his Saviour (such a sordid Spirit)  
Is most unworthy of his Master's merit:  
This precept thou hast practised this thy troth  
Kept in thy Christian Coronation Oath,  
Wife, Children, crown, and kingdoms, friends, Life, all  
Thou hazzardest either to rise, stand or fall,  
Thy Love (Great King) to thy great King of Kings,  
By thee hath been pr●●'d above all things,  
For which he'll crown his Gifts in thee, and he  
Will crown thee glorious with eternity:  
Thy constancy hath triped up fortune's heel,  
Thy mind ne'er minded her Inconstant wheel:  
What good, or bad occurrences effected;  
Thy Spirits were ne'er errected or dejected;  
Not with a stuped humour stoical,  
But with a Christian Mind majestical:  
And with Impregnable strong confidence,  
Still trusting in the almighty's Providence.  
Now may we see that Patience, clemency,  
Religion, and true magnanimity,  
Are Talents lent, whose value doth excel:  
And all the profits theirs that use them well.  
And (Royal Sir) Thou hast done well (no doubt)  
Thou hast not wrap'd thy talon in a Clowte,  
But so improved thy trust, in thy Trustee,  
That ten fold ten times more thy trust shall be.  
And now poor England, hath so many years  
Been plagued with causeless jealousies and fears,  
Which (like black clouds) dispersed with wavering wind:  
Made Wit squint-eyed, and understanding blind,  
Whearby each hour was frighted hence sweet Peace  
And every moment miseries increase:  
But as bright Phoebus (Interposed by clouds,  
Which with a mourning face the earth e'en shrowds)  
At last dispels them with his radiant Ray,  
And makes the dolsome dark, a glad some day.  
So we (mistaken Subjects) hoodwink over  
With Ignorance, our sights again recover,  
King Charles shines clear, as Sol's Corn scant beams  
Hath proved our Jeallous fears were ●●sse than dreams,  
Mild dovelike King brings Peace with th' Ollive branch,  
Whose Love (like balsam, Bleeding wounds will staunch  
Our cheerful faces, shows our minds (like Mirrors)  
Free from suspicious thoughts, or needless Terrors:  
Hearts over flowed with joys, thanks up erected  
To God, who for us hath this good effected:  
Our joyful eyes shows April drops of pleasure,  
And showers of Joy fill th' orisons measure,  
Th' almighty hath thy troubles seen and heard,  
And hath thy upright heart in such regard  
That (Maugre mischief) His outstretched arm  
Hath, doth, and will defend thee still from Harme,  
Base Shiemei rails not as he erst hath done,  
Nor rakehell Sheba (Bieri's cursed son)  
Doth roar and rail with loud infernal yell,  
Or cry out, to your Tents o Israel  
That Sectaries no more contention Breed  
But humbly learn to know their Christian Creed,  
That Judases no more hail Master say  
When as they mean their Master to betray.  
That Reverend Levites of a new hatched Brood,  
Make England drunk no more with English Blood.  
That we may have our Queen and Prince once more,  
And use them Kinder than we did of yore.  
Triumphing trumpets sound shall mount tothth' stars  
And not the dreadful charge of civil wars,  
Sweet Peace (we hope shall still the Churlish Drumb,  
And murdering, thundering, Guns. Commanded Dumb,  
justice and Mercy both kiss (when they meet)  
No heavy sad complaining in our street,  
No more shall England bathe in her own Gore,  
Or leading to captivity no more.  
Sword (drunk with blood) shall in their scabbards rest,  
No plundering or free quartering shall molest.  
The painful farmer, ploughman, or the swain,  
And weapons shall give place to gowns again.  
The Church resume her rights she had before,  
The clergy to be scandalised no more.  
Thus each man hopes he shall his right enjoy  
And all cease one another to destroy.  
The King shall have his own again, and see,  
His enemies ashamed and odious be.  
Upon thy Head still flourish may thy crown,  
And ten times troubled be thy high renown  
That thee and thine in glory here may reign,  
Until the King of glory come again:  
For such as speak peace, and do war intend,  
For any Sinister or privateend.  
That of tranquillity do prate and prattle,  
But wish for war, yet dare not see a Battle,  
Let all such never claim a Christian Name  
Whose trade or pleasure in Blood and Flame,  
Of their dear Country; to rip, Rend and tear,  
Their mother's womb, which did such Bastards bear.  
Belike some fear that Peace would drive 'em hence  
To England New, or th' Isle of Providence:  
Virginia, Barmoodies, or St. Kitts.  
Barbadoes, Mevis, or besides their wits:  
But those that offering to the Altars bring,  
To raise new wars 'gainst kingdom laws and King,  
Let them go westward to the Triple tree,  
And like false traitors, hang both he and she.  
Those sons of hittites and of Amorites,  
God do to them, as to the Midianites,  
As Heathen Sisera, and as Fabin did  
At Endors Field, (where Kishowes Brooke doth slyd)  
As they became as dung, so let them be,  
That to a blessed Peace will not agree,  
The peace of God, grant us thou God of Peace,  
Let us cease sin, thou wilt our sorrows cease.  
Let's frame our lives according to thy word  
Ang let no Sword be drawn, but Justice Sword,  
To which ends, thou good God of Consolation,  
Send happy peace to this afflicted Nation.  
So welcome good King Charles to Hampton Court,  
And God be still thy shield, defence and fort.   
FINIS.