r your blood, now ready to sacrifice their
own for your safety; _Digna res memoratu! ibat sub ducibus vexillisque
Regiis, hostis aliquando Regius, & signa contra quae steterat sequebatur_.
But I suffer [HW: surfeit] with too much Plenty, and what eloquence is
able to expresse the triumph of that your never to be forgotten Entry,
unlesse it be the renewing of it this day? For then were we as those who
dream, and can yet hardly be perswaded, that we are truly awake: _Dies
ille aeternis seculis monumentisque mandandus_, A day never to be forgotten
in all our Generations, but to be consecrated to posterity, transmitted to
future Ages, and inserted into Monuments more lasting then Brasse. Away
then with these Woodden and temporary Arches, to be taken down by the
People at pleasure; erect Marble ones, lasting as the Pyramids, and
immovable as the mountains themselves, and when they fail, let the memory
of it still remain engraven in our Hearts, Books, Records, _novissimo haud
peritura die_.

And yet not this altogether, because we have received a Prince, but such a
Prince, whose state and fortune in all this blessed change, we so much
admire not, as his mind; For that is truly felicity, not to possesse
great things, but to be thought worthy of them: And indeed Great Sir,
necessity constrains me, and the laws of _Panegyric_, to verifie it in
your Praises, by running over at least those other Appellations, which
both your vertue has given to your Majesty, and your Fortune acquir'd. For
he is really no King who possesses not (like you) a Kingly mind, be his
other advantages what they may: If the Republick belong then to _Caesar_,
_Caesar_ belongs much more to the Republick; and of this you have given
proof.

For no sooner were we possess'd of your sacred Majestie, but you suddainly
gave form to our confused _Chaos_: We presently saw when you had taken the
reigns into your sacred hands, and began to sit at Sterne, our deviating
and giddy course grow steady, and the fluctuating Republick at drift ready
to put into a secure Port.

You began your Entry with an act of general Clemency, and to make good the
advice of your Martyr'd Father, and the best Religion, forgave you
bitterest Enemies; and not only barely forgiving, but by an excesse of
charity, doing honour to some, _ut nemo sibi victus te victore videatur_.
This was plainly Godlike: For so rare a thing we find it, that Princes
think themselves oblig'd; or if they think it, t