(Charles the upright and the good;)
Whose hands refrain’d, and nobly scorn’d
To stain with transatlantic blood.
A temperate zeal, he did confess,
Became each lover of his king;
Then all join’d him in an address;
And thousands warmly did it sign.
A band more true, (what need of words?)
And of all loyal men the flower;
I mean Ned C——g’s house of lords,