An Apologie for the Royal Party; and A Panegyric to Charles the Second

>But behold the scean is again changed, not by the Royall party, the Common Enemy, or a forreign power; but by the despicable Rumpe of a Parliament, which that Mountebanke had formerly serv'd himself of, and had rais'd him to that pitch, and investiture: But see withall, how soon these triflers and puppets of policy are blown away, with all their pack of modells and childish Chimæras, nothing remaining of them but their Coffine, guarded by the Souldiers at Westminster; but which is yet lesse empty then the heads of those Polititians, which so lately seemed to fill it.

For the rest, I despise to blot paper with a recitall of those wretched Interludes, Farces and Fantasms, which appear'd in the severall intervalls; because they were nothing but the effects of an extream gyddiness, and unparallel'd levity. Yet these are those various despensations and providences in your journey to that holy land of purchases and profits, to which you have from time to ti