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Carmen sæculare for the year 1700 to the King.
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Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721.
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CARMEN SAECULARE FOR The Year 1700. Carmen Saeculare FOR The YEAR 1700. TO THE KING Aspice venturo laetentur ut Omnia Saec'lo O mihi tam longae maneat pars ultima vitae Spiritus quantum sat erit tua dicere facta Virg. Eclog. 4. LONDON Printed for Jacob Tonson at Grays-Inn-Gate in Grays-Inn-Lane 1700. Carmen Saeculare For the Year 1700. TO THE KING THY elder Look Great Janus cast Into the long Records of Ages past Call out the Years in fairest Action drest With noted White Superior to the rest Aeras deriv'd and Chronicles begun From Empires founded and from Battels won Show all the Spoils by Valiant Kings atchiev'd And Groaning Nations by their Arms reliev'd The Wounds of Patriots in their Country's Cause And happy Pow'r sustain'd by wholesom Laws In comely Order march each Merit forth Mark ev'ry Act with its intrinsic Worth Then hast the Mighty Parallels to bring To Modern Wonders and to Britain's KING With Equal Justice and Historic Care Their Laws their Toils their Arms with His compare Confess the various Attributes of Fame Collected and Compleat in WILLIAM's Name To all the list'ning World relate As thou dost his Story read That nothing went before so Great And nothing Greater can succeed Latium was thy Darling Care Prudent in Peace and Terrible in War The Boldest Virtues that have Govern'd Earth From Latium's fruitful Womb derive their Birth Turn thither the fair-written Page From dawning Childhood to establish'd Age The Glories of the Empire trace Confront the Heroes of thy Roman Race And let fair Proof my bold Assertion grace If Mars's Son reduc'd the trembling Swains And spread his Empire o'er the distant Plains The Sabins violated Charms Obscur'd the Glory of his rising Arms. Strict Religion Numa knew On ev'ry Altar laid the Incense due Unskill'd to dart the pointed Spear Or lead the forward Youth to Noble War Sealing his Justice with his Childrens Blood Stern Brutus was with too much Horror good Fabius was Wise but with excess of Care He sav'd his Country but prolong'd the War Fabricius Paulus Curius greatly Fought And by their strict Examples taught How dang'rous Lusts must be controll'd And how much brighter Virtue was than Gold But scarce their swelling Thirst of Fame cou'd hide And boasted Poverty with too much Pride Excess in Youth made Scipio less Rever'd And Cato dying seem'd to own he Fear'd Julius with Honour tam'd Rome's Foreign Foes Too many Patriots fell e're the Dictator rose And tho' with Clemency Augustus Reign'd The Monarch was Ador'd the City chain'd Let their Deserts with mighty Praise be drest But be their Failings too confest Their Virtuc rowling like their Tyber's Flood It s rapid Force design'd their Country's Good But oft the Torrents too impetuous Speed From the low Earth tore some polluting Weed And with the Blood of Jove there always ran Some small allaying Tincture of the Man Few Virtues after these so far prevail But that their Vices more than turn the Scale Valour grown wild by Pride and Pow'r by Rage Did the true Charms of Majesty impair Rome by degrees advancing more in Age Show'd sad Remains of what had once been fair Till Heav'n a better Race of Men supplies And Glory shoots new Beams from Western Skies Turn then to Pharamond and Charlemain And the long Heroes of the Gallic Strain Experienc'd Chiefs for hardy Prowess known And in fierce Battels Bloody Laurels won From the First WILLIAM our Great Norman King The Bold Plantagenets and Tudors bring Illustrious Heroes who by turns have rose In Foreign Fields to check Britania's Foes With happy Laws her Empire to sustain and with full Power assert her ambient Main But sometimes too Industrious to be Great Nor patient to expect the Turns of Fate They open'd Camps deform'd by Civil Fight And made Proud Conquest trample over Right Afflicted Britain mourn'd their doubtful Sway And dreaded Both when neither wou'd obey From Didier and Imperial Adolph trace The fruitful Offspring of Great NASSAW's Race Devoted Lives to Publick Liberty The Chief still dying or the Country free Next see the Kindred Blood of ORANGE flow From Warlike Cornet thro' the Loins of Beau Thro Chalon next and there with NASSAW join From Rhosnes fair Banks transplanted to the Rhine Then call the Royal List of STUARTS forth Undaunted Minds that Rul'd the rugged North 'Till Heav'n's Decrees by rip'ning Times are shown 'Till Scotland's Kings ascend the English Throne And the fair Rivals live for ever One. Janus Mighty Deity Be kind and as thy searching Eye Does our Modern Story trace Finding some of STUART's Race Unhappy pass their Annals by No harsh Reflection let Remembrance raise Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise But as thou dwell'st upon that Heav'nly * Maria. Name To Grief for ever Sacred as to Fame Oh! read it to thy self in silence weep And thy convulsive Sorrows inward keep Lest Britain's Grief shou'd waken at the Sound And Blood gush forth from Her Eternal Wound Whither wou'dst thou further look Read WILLIAM's Acts and close the ample Book Peruse the Wonders of his blooming Life His Infant Patience calming Factious Strife Quelling the Snakes that round his Cradle ran For WILLIAM thus Alcides thus began Describe his Youth attentive to Alarms By Dangers form'd and perfected in Arms When Conqu'ring mild when Vanquish'd not disgrac'd By Wrongs not lessen'd nor by Triumphs rais'd Superior to the blind Events Of little Human Accidents And constant to his first Decree To curb the Proud to set the Injur'd free To bow the haughty Neck and raise the suppliant Knee His opening Years to riper Manhood bring And see the Hero perfect in the King Imperious Arms by Manly Reason sway'd And happy Pow'r by free Consent obey'd With how much hast his Mercy meets his Foes And how unbounded his Forgiveness flows With what Desire he makes his Subjects Blest His Favours granted e're his Throne addrest What Trophies o'er our captiv'd Hearts he rears By Moderation greater than by Wars How o'er Himself as o'er the World he Reigns His Life enforcing what his Law ordains Thro' all his Thread of Life already spun Becoming Grace and proper Action run By equal Virtues all the Piece is wrought Mixt with no Crime and shaded with no Fault No Footsteps of the Victor's Rage Left in the Camp where WILLIAM did engage No Tincture of the Monarch's Pride Upon the Royal Purple spy'd His Fame like Gold the more 't is try'd The more shall its intrinsic Worth proclaim Shall pass the Combat of the searching Flame And triumph o'er the vanquish'd Heat For ever coming out the same And losing nor its Lustre nor its Weight Janus be to WILLIAM just To future History his Actions trust Bid her with peculiar Care Trace ev'ry Toil and mention ev'ry War His saving Wonders bid her write In shining Characters distinctly bright Fair to be read when all that we can give To make our Master's Glory live