compiler always took care to note the anniversary of the death,
execution, or downfall of a Royalist.


What BOOKER doth prognosticate
Concerning kings' or kingdoms' fate?
I think myself to be as wise
As he that gazeth on the skies;
My skill goes beyond the depth of a POND,
Or RIVERS in the greatest rain,
Thereby I can tell all things will be well
When the King enjoys his own again.

There's neither SWALLOW, DOVE, nor DADE,
Can soar more high, or deeper wade,
Nor show a reason from the stars
What causeth peace or civil wars;
The Man in the Moon may wear out his shoon
By running after Charles his wain:
But all's to no end, for the times will not mend
Till the King enjoys his own again.

Though for a time we see Whitehall
With cobwebs hanging on the wall
Instead of silk and silver brave,
Which formerly it used to have,
With rich perfume in every room, -
Delightful to that princely train,
Which again you shall see, when the time it shall be,
That the King enjoys his own again.