But whilst Armies on earth fought for the Usurper, the Hosts of Heaven fought in their courses for your Majesty; [SN:  Spaine.] dashing your greatest enemy upon that Rock, which afforded you shelter, till that Tyranny was over past:  And how welcome to Us was that blessed day qui tyrannum abstulit pessimum, Principem dedit optimum!  He liv’d by storming others, dyed in one himself, _& post Nubila, Phoebus_.  Yet did not that quite dissolve our fears, till that other head of Hydra was cut off, that despicable Rump which succeeded, not by the sword, or any humane addresse, least we should sacrifice to our own Nets; but by the immediate hand of heaven, without noise, without Armes, or stratageme, the fame of your vertues, more then the sense of our own misery, universally turning the hearts even of your very Enemies; and then that Northern Star began the dawning of this day, till your nearer approach did guild our Horizon, brighter then the rayes of the Eastern sun, from whose spicy coast, like a true Phoenix you were to come; For so at the sight of that Royal Bird was the memory of Sesostris, of Amasis and Ptolemy ever fortunate, and so was yours to us;

    _——­Tum rusticus ergo
    Suspicit observans volucrem; nam creditur annus
    Ille salutaris——­_

the happy presages of our glorious Returne, stupendious indeed and almost indicible:  For no sooner did your Argo hoise sail, that the Eagles themselves fled not swifter, then the report of your approach from ten thousand mouthes of brasse, echoing from ship to ship, and shore to shore, with their thundring voices, out done yet with the shouts and acclamations of your glad people, when our shaken Republique rushed at once into your princely Armes for safety and Asylum, not by the occult power of Destiny, or blind revolution, but the extraordinary hand of Providence, whose pathes are in the great Waters, and whose footsteps are not known:  O novum atque inauditum ad principatum iter, who that shall write Annals, or Verses can ever forget that day? not decrepit age, not the sick, not the tender Sex were kept back from resolving to behold that miraculous entry of yours; The very little children pointed to you, the striplings and young men exsulted, the Antient men stood amazed, and those who were under the empire of a cruel disease, leaped out of their beds, to have the sight of you, that were the safety of the People, returning with cure and refreshment:  Others protested, they had even now lived long enough, and were ready to expire with joy, and the transports of their spirits; as satisfied that this Ball could not present them with an other object worthy their admiration; others wished now to live more then ever, that they might still enjoy their desired object; and women forgetting the pains of childbirth, brought forth with joy, because they gave Citizens to their Prince, and Souldiers now to their lawful Emperour.