1Those glittering globes of light which grace
2The vast expansion, when they leave their place
3Or hide their radiant heads, we never wonder;
Their place and splendency’s supplied by number.
5But should the sun forsake
the line ecliptic,
6Then total nature would be
7Just so’s our case since
royal Charles did die;
8In horrid, trembling trances now we lie.
Asoph may her sparkling splendour hide
10Four hundred years, yet we no change abide,
sad Electra may her beauties turn
12Away from us, yet none but Ilium burn.
13But if the sun in darkness be involved,
14Old nature’s fabric would be soon
15E’en so (aye me) since sacred
16Our spirits exhale, in sighs we turn to earth.
oviparous brothers so adored
18By navigators, would be
19By none but
them, nor do we care or fear
20The one or both of them at once appear.
21But if the sun should lose his heat and light
22We should invaded be with death and night;
23So since our martyred sovereign’s
24Our light and life, our hopes and joys, are dead.
25Nay, should the
poles or axes of the sky
26Their radiant lustre unto us deny,
Cynthia cease to wane or to increase,
28We should subsist, ’twould not disturb our peace.
29But should we lose the influence of the sun,
30All into chaos instantly would run;
31So since our king’s above in glories crowned,
32Anarchical confusion doth surround
fatal isle, and
devils here will dwell,
34As anciently, and turn this place to hell,
35Unless our God doth a second Charles
36(Which, O deny not) all our hopes are frustrate.