Face where may be seen His Worth and Parts that sculk within That Face that justly stil'd may be As true a Discoverer as He. Think not he ever false will prove His well known Truth secures his Love Do you a while divert his cares From his important grand affairs Let him have respite now a while From kindling the mad Rabbles Zeal Zeal that is hot as fire yet dark and blind Shews plainly where its birth-place we may find In Hell where tho' dire flames for ever glow Yet 't is the place of utter Darkness too But to his Bed be sure be true As he to all the world and You He all your Plots will else betray All ye She-Matchiavils can lay He all designs you know has found Tho' hatch'd in Hell or under ground Oft to the world such secrets shew As scarce the Plotters themselves knew Yet if by chance you hap to sin And Love while Honour 's napping shou'd creep in Yet be discreet and do not boast O' th' Treason by the common Post So shalt thou still make him Love on All Virtues in Discretion So thou with him shalt shine and be As great a Patriot as He And when as now in Christmass all For a new Pack of Cards do call Another Popish Pack comes out To please the Cits and charm the Rout Thou mighty Queen shalt a whole Suit command A Crown upon thy Head a Scepter in thy Hand Funeral Tears upon the Death of Captain William Bedloe SAd Fate our valiant Captain Bedloe In Earths cold Bed lies with his head-low Who to his last made out the PLOT And Swearing dy'd upon the spot Sure Death was Popishly affected She had our Witness else protected Or down-right Papist or che Jade A Papist is in Masquerade The valiant Bedloe Learned Oates From Popish Knives sav'd all our Throats By such a Sword and such a Gown Soon would the Beast have tumbl'd down They conquer like the Hebrew King And Oaths at Rome's Golia sling And never take God's name in vain As many Oaths so many slain The stoutest of the Roman Band Could not their thund'ring Volleys stand But all those Missioners of Hell By dint of Affidavit fell Great things our Heroe brought to light Yet greater still kept out of sight And for his King and Countreys sake Still New Discoveries could make In proper season to relieve He still kept something in his sleeve He was become for England's good An end less Mine a wastless Flood Still Prodigal yet never Poor No spending could exhaust his Store But Eeath alas that Popish Fiend To all our hopes has put an end Has stopt the Course and dry'd the Spring Which new Plot-tidings would bring This Witness did the Fates so please Had sworn us into Happiness Made the Court Chaste Religion Pure And wrought an Vniversal Cure Sworn Westminster into good Order Reform'd Chief Justice and Recorder The Land from Romish Locusts purg'd And from Whitehall the Chits had scourg'd Had judg'd the great Succession-Case And sworn the Crown to the right place ENGLAND thy mighty loss bemoan Thy watchful Centinel is gone Now may the Pilgrims Land from Spain And Vndiscover'd cross the Main Now may the Forty thousand Men In Popish Arms be rais'd agen Black-Bills may flie about our Ears Who shall secure us from our Fears Jesuits may fall to their old Sport Of burning slaying Town and Court And we be ne'r the wiser for 't Then pity us exert thy Pow'r To save us in this dangerous hour Thou hast to death sworn many men Ah! swear thy self to life again ANAGRAM and ACROSTICK On the Salamanca-Doctor Anagram TITUS OATS JUST A SOTT WHen Adam proper Names on Beasts confer'd The Salamanca-Doctor was it 'h ' Herd The Midwife she foresam 't would prove a Dunce So gave him Name and Character at once Which but unfold and joyn again with Art Both Sott and Drunkard lurk in ev'ry part Nor is his Temper thus alone betray'd 'T is on his Face in Ruby Signs display'd Well may we doubt the Gospel of that PLOT Whose chiefest Evidence is JUST A SOTT AN ACROSTICK Trayter to God damn'd Source of Blasphemy Insect of Hell grand Mass of Perjury Thorough pac'd Villain second unto none Vnless to Judas if by him out-done Satan's black Agent Hells Monopoly Of all that 's called Sin and Villainy Acursed Parent of an Hell-bred Brood Teacher of Lies Spiller of guiltless Blood Englands dark Cloud Eclipsing all her Glory Satan's Delight and Hells Repository The Convert SCOT and Apostate ENGLISH 1. CLeveland thy Ashes sure will rise The Scots are Proselites become Here were those Rebels in disguise And now thou wouldst reverse their Doom 2. 'T was our Fanatick Presbyter The Devils Factors made the Plot By them misled the Scots did Err When then thou call'dst Apostate Scot. 3. The Proverb From the North no Good Is now turn'd South where Perjur'd Slaves Swear us to Goals and in a Flood Of Butchery scarce give us Graves 4. The Damned Crew of Angels fall Whose Pride first mov'd them to Rebel But you Incarnate worst of all Through Malice God and Man would Sell. 5. Devil to Devils all were true But Man to Man no thought can reach Nature would cease to be if you Might cut off all you would Impeach 6. The Laws construction doth lie In Judges Breasts the Letter kills Justice such Evidence throws by Whose lives are Infamous for Ills. 7. There 's seven of them and seven more Have Covenanted all with Hell To make seven deadly Sins their Whore None ever knew her half so well 8 These Villains charge themselves with Crimes They have not done Damn'd Policy That what they swear at other times May be believ'd though Perjury 9. To which a Pardon-being had Then Hang who e're they will accuse And make the Raging Rabble mad When any man for Justice Sues 10. Reason is Witchcraft or else why Can any Man of Sense believe Such Basket-Crew e're came so nigh To Courts and Councils to deceive 11. Commissions Armies Fleets and France All this Intrigue discover'd be Oates Bedloe Dugdale Dangerfield and Prance Who can believe so strange a Lye 12. Did ever men sell their Belief To Goals and Pillories who yet Gives Credit to a Common Thief Or Branded Rogue on mischief set 13. Plague of the Innocent the Nations Curse The hand of Heaven will cut down Since God made Man none ever worse Pretended yet to save a Crown 14. But these the Vulgar Hereling Slaves The Bashaws use to Storm their Works And raise themselves upon their Graves Such are our English Noble Turks 15. Justice awake Scroggs sit thou fast Thou wert o'r rul'd by Perjuries But Langhorn's Case urges thy hast To clear fair Truth from Forgeries 16. Now un-deceived be just and bold You dare enough do then as well And growing Good as you grow Old Ages to come may your Justice tell 17. Our Laws are founded or should be On the Laws of God Who never Kill
the KING's Life For the First 's sake the Last you can forgive But no Denyers of the Plot must live Nor Conscience nor my Honour will Dispence That I should Murder my own Innocence And rather than I falsly will expose The Lives of Guiltless Men my own I 'll lose Their Art or Friendship was amaz'd to find So great a Calm and Constancy of Mind And when they found eluded every Bait They gave him up to his own Sullen Fate But as to Christ into the Desert led The Tempter vanish'd Angels did succeed So did our Hero's Soul this Combat past An Earnest of Heavens Joyes begin to taste On GOD spent all his Thoughts on Prayer his Breath To his new Purchase he so long'd to go And take Possession that Death seem'd too slow That Tragick Scene to every Eye but his That Day of Guilt to some to Him of Bliss At last appears and Swarms of People crown'd The Fatal Hill for Noble Blood renown'd Of different Temper each his Pleasure finds Part come with Curious Part with Cruel Minds Some only in the Strangeness of the Sight Others in the Butchery and his Blood delight Poor Animals how Savage and how Blind They want the Eyes and Bowels of Mankind And now to Them and Him the welcom Hour Summons our Noble Prisoner from the Tower As some East-Indian Carack homeward bound Of Earth's vast Globe having gone all the round Twice cut the Line and with bold Canvas run Beyond the Limits of its Rival Sun Making to it's Native Port the Cheering Gale With Joy each Heart with Wind fills every Sail So does our Hero now from Storms releast Move to the Scaffold as his place of Rest Heaven this last Favour does to him afford To tread the Footsteps of his Dying LORD In whom live all his Hopes dye all his Fears By whom Tower-Hill Mount Calvary appears On his Great Leader in his Dying State He hopes in Glory as in Death to wait And that his Blood for Crimes pretended spilt Of his True Sins may cancel all the Guilt The Scaffold Steps did Jacob's Ladder seem The Scaffold was a Monarch's Throne to him And with such Joy he did resign his Breath As other Mortals save themselves from Death For those who caus'd his Death was his last Prayer And his last Words his Innocence declare Stafford farwell May thy Pacifick Blood Of Crimes and Judgments stop the Raging Flood Our Blindness cure and by a holy Charm Of it's Dread Thunder Angry Heav'n Disarm In vain their Bloody Guilt some strive to skreen With Forms of Law and Oaths of Perjur'd Men. What weak Excuse how slight those Fig-leaves are Christ and his Martyrs and King Charles declare Judge on which side disputed Truth mustly All swear these swear and live these swear and dye In vain your Bable of a Plot you boast ' Gainst Heaven and Truth your Labour will be lost No more your fancy'd Deluge can prevent Which must with Blood and Perjury cement Already ' mongst the workmen by just Doom Of Jarring Tongues the old Confusion's come Heavens Beacons lighted in a Blazing Star Too sure a signal of Impending war This Corrupt Mass away it self will purge And all by Turns will be each others Scourge Then with his Gauls should Brennus hither roll How will your Geese protect your Capitol The name of TITVS will hereafter sound As once in Palestine on British Ground A Perjur'd Tongue like Records will afford Of Slaughters here as there the Victor's Sword I wish Repentance may their Eyes Unseal And from their harden'd Hearts remove the Steel And that the Victims of their Cruelty As Martyr's Blood Pacifick Hoasts may be God may for them men's Prayers receive When they the Prayers of Dying men believe But if their poyson'd Hearts they will obdure For such Malignity Heaven has no Cure Now Carver thy Instructed Chissel may To the rude Stones their proper Forms convey His Glorious Image better Light will give To make thy Labours and these Numbers live All other Hero's of a lesser Rate Owe to the Poets their Immortal State That lasting green they from their Laurels take Which does the freshness of their Glory make But our high Theam this order does reverse For now the Subject will Embalm the Verse Which as the Shadow on the Sun doth wait Will justly though obscurely Him relate And in that Noble Office shall out-live These worst of Times and Time it self survive Shaftsbury's Farewell Or the New Association GReatest of Men yet Mans least Friend farewel Wits Mightiest but most Useless Miracle Where Nature all her Richest Treasures stor'd To make one vast unprofitable Hoard So High as thine no Orb of Fire can rowl The Brightest yet the Most Excentrick Soul Whom midst Wealth Honours Fame yet want of ease No Power could e'er oblige no State could please Be in thy grave with peaceful slumbers blest And sind Thy whole Life's only Stranger Rest. Oh Shastsbury had thy Prodigious Mind Been to Thy self and thy Great Master kind Glory had wanted Lungs thy Trump to blow And Pyramids had been a Tomb too low Oh that the World Great States-man ere should see Nebuchadnezzar's Dream fulfill'd in Thee Whilst such low Paths led Thy Great Soul astray Thy Head of Gold mov'd but on Feet of Clay Yes from Rebellions laâ—e Inhumane Rage The Crimes and Chaos of that Monstrous Age As the old Patriarch from Sodom flew So to Great CHARLES His Sacred Bosom Thou But Oh! with more than Lot's Wifes fatal Fault For which she stood in Monnmental Salt Though the Black Scene Thy hasting Foot-step flies Thy soul turns back and looks with longing Eyes Ah Noble Peer that the Records of Fame Should give â—rostratus and Thee One Name Great was his bold Atchievement Greater Thine Greater as Kings than Shrines are more Divine Greater as vaster Toils it did require T' inflame Three Kingdoms than One Temple fire But where are all those blust'ring Storms retir'd That roar'd so loud when Oliver Expir'd Storms that rent Oaks and Rocks assunder broke And at his Exequies in Thunder spoke Was there less cause when Thy last Doom was giv'n To waken all the Revellers of Heaven Or did there want in Belgia's humble Soil A Cedar fit to fall Thy Funeral Pile No Die and Heav'n th' Expence of Thunder save Hush'd as Thy own Designs down to Thy Grave So hush'd may all the Portents of the Skie With Thee our last great Comet 's Influence die May this One Stroke our lowring Tempests clear And all the Fiery Trigon finish here With Thee expire the Democratick Gall Thy Sepulchre and Lethe swallow all Here end the poyson of that Vip'rous Brood And make Thy Urn like Moses's wondrous Rod So may Our Breaches close in Thy One Grave Till Shaftsbury's last Breath Three Nations save And dying thus t' avert His Countreys Doom Go with more Fame than Curtius to His Tomb. But is he dead How Cruel Belgia say Lodg'd in thy Arms yet make so
Whip to lash those Cattel That by their Scribling bid the Kingdom Battel Wou'd I cou'd lash you with such mighty force As I have us'd to lash my drudging Horse It 's the dull Satyrs of this envious Age That puts my Fancy in so great a rage They swarm in ev'ry Street in ev'ry Shop They are the Froth of ev'ry idle Fop. He that has nought to do takes Pen and Ink Calls for some Paper and a Pot of Drink And then the Maggot works and Noddle rings And they 'l not spare the best of British Kings Malice and Pride and Drink are all agreed Then drive on Car-man but none cries God speed Their wicked Wit 's on wheels but why so fast I am afraid you 'l pay for this at last Your head-strong Fancy must be curb'd e're long The Judge will make you sing another Song A King 's a puny thing in your conceit And all by reason of a shallow Pate A Duke 's a Trifle and Queen 's a Toy It 's death to you to sing out Viv'le Roy. And a grave Bishop or a learned Dean You do abhor as much as King and Queen Judges are next to nothing in your eye So boldly from all Government you fly That with your dirty frothy hair brain'd Pen You lash your Kings even like our Common men Touch not the Lords Anointed it is said But when with Ale and Beer you 're muddy made When with a little Drink your heads are warm You touch the King and do his Prophets harm You rail abuse contemn despise and jeer You lash them like your Horses without fear It matters not for Sense be they but Rhimes Then there is hopes they 'l suit with these dull Times Away they run to Smith and he corrects them That 's a mistake he Prints and he protects them From Friend to Friend they march about the Street And ev'ry un-Baptiz'd Brother's glad to see 't Oh how they shrug their Elbows with delight To see such dang'rous things appear in sight He 's wise that 's bold the fittest man for th'Times That dare presume to write the worst of Rhimes Hang Sence that 's out of fashion so is Reason Come let us see you write Sedition Treason Move for a Commonwealth cry down the King Another Royal Head to th' Block let 's bring Rail at the Bishops and the Common-Prayer Abuse the Papists this is past compare Let us beat down all those too Loyal Elves Then we may hope we shall set up our selves This is the Language of the Baptist Beast The heart of ev'ry Presbyterian Priest Did they but fear a God they 'd love a King They seldom Harp on such a pleasant String They make long Pray'rs your Houses to devour They 'l pray for half a day and preach an hour They 'l Fast in earnest turn up th' white o' th' eys Even like a Parâ—ketto to the Skies They 'l walk demurely chatter like a Saint Their Language is so zealous smooth and quaint You wou'd not think that they cou'd act ought ill Much less that they their Sover'ign Lord wou'd kill Give them but pow'r you 'l find them greater Cheaters Than old Noll Cromwel or his Chaplain Peters What has our Law no limits for our words And shall our Pens cut like two-edg'd Swords And none regard them shall our Libels swarm And will no Judge take notice of the harm Seditious Libels surely have a Charm There 's not one Judge that dare put forth his Arm. Then let our Pamphlets swarm about the City Be deaf and do not shew Conformists pity Satyr them unto death the day 's our own Our Judges now we find are weary grown Spare neither King nor Subject let all share A like that love the Mass and Common Prayer Come drive on Car-man set thy brains to work And write as if it were against the Turk Puddle-dock Coach-man hold thy Dung-Cart Pen Spurn not against such great and pow'rful men They do but let you run to your wits end Now you must pay for what you wrote my Friend Thou that didst sin against both Judge and King And stole the Honey now must feel the Sting Thy Libels now are all upon the File That swarm like Hornets in a pleasing Isle Imprimis answer thy Tom Ticklefoot I fear that that will put thee hardly to 't Item remember thy late New-years-Gift Thy Neck thou from this Noose canst no way shift Unless it from a twisted Halter be Unto a wooden Noose call'd Pillory And thy late Satyr will not be forgotten When Smith and 's Anvil are decay'd and rotten Judgement has Leaden heels but without doubt At the long run 't will find the Rabble out Then woe be to ye better you were choak'd Than deal with Judges that you have provok'd My life for yours they 'l stick upon your Skirts And pay you home for all your Jeers and Flirts You and your hireling Scriblers will repent That their Time and you your Money spent One witty Jeffreys and a sharp Recorder Will timely bring you all to better order A Pillory will tell us you were Rogues To write against a Judge so just as Scroggs Whose Worth and Judgment Wit and Justice flies With far more Fame thanks to your Scribling Lies The Last Will and Testament of Anthony King of Poland MY Tap is run then Raxter tell me why Should not the good the great Potapsky dye Grim Death who lays us all upon our backs Instead of Scythe doth now advance his Ax And I who all my life in broils have spent Intend at last to make a Settlement Imprimis for my Soul though I had thought To 've left that thing I never minded out Some do advise for fear of doing wrong To give it him to whom it doth belong But I who all Mankind have cheated now Intend likewise to cheat the Devil too Therefore I leave my Soul unto my Son For he â—s Wise men think as yet has none Then for my Polish Crown that pretty thing Let Mon take 't who longs to be a King His empty Head soft Nature did design For such a light and airy â—rown as mine With my Estate I 'll tell you how it stands Jack Ketch ought t' have my Cloaths the King my Lands Item I leave the damn'd Association To all the wise disturbers of the Nation Not that I think they 'l gain their ends thereby But that they may be hang'd as well as I. Armstrong in Murders and in Whoring skill'd Who twenty Bastards gets for one man kill'd To thee I do bequeath my Brace of Whores Long kept to draw the humours from my Sores For you they 'll serve as well as Silver-Tap For Women give and sometimes cure a Clap. H d my partner in Captivity False to thy God and King but true to Me To thee some heinous Legacy I 'd give But that I think thou hast not long to live Besides thou 'st wickedness enough in store To serve ' thy self and twenty
291 An account of an Apparition that appeared to Titus Oates 311 A Paradox against Liberty Written by the Lords during their Imprisonment in the Tower 314 The last Speech of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's Ghost 322 Advice to the Painter's Adviser 323 The Hypocritical Christian or the Conventicle Citizen 326 On the Kings most Happy and Miraculous Deliverance at Newmarket 334 A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of Ormond 336 Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King Charles the Second 341 Scotlands Loyalty or Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Sovereign His Sacred Majesty 344 An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Charles II. 347 To his Sacred Majesty King James II. 349 Ireland's Tears A Pindarique Poem upon the Death of our late Soveraign Charles the II. and the Peaceful and Happy Succession and Inauguration of our present Great Monarch King James the II. 351 An Heroick Poem most humbly Dedicated to the Sacred Majesty of Katharine Queen Dowager 362 The Description of the Coronation 369 A Poem on the Coronation 388 BOOKS Printed by Nath. 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Extracted from the most Authentick Testimonies of the best Historians and Antiquaries of their times Price bound 1 â— Janua Scientiarum Or a Compendious Introduction to Geography Chronology Government History Phylosophy And all Gentile sorts of Literature Price â—ound 1 â— POEMS THE VVAKING VISION OR REALITY in a Fancy AS I was walking reading in a Book Of all the Plots that Hell had undertook Methought I heard a sudden murmuring Rout And cuâ—ious to behold I fac'd about When soon the Croud did to my sight appear With a young Hero stalking in the Rear Their Leader was an old man known too well By that false traiterous name Achitophel He fac'd about and waving round his Wand The cringing Rout stood still upon 's command Lieutenant Absolom forsook the Rear And strutting forward did i' th' Front appear Thus fixt in their Array the first that broke The silence was Achitophel who spoke With roaring voice and visage most austere When to his Eccho all the Rout gave ear All big with expectations till the bold Snake-like Achitophel this story told I need not tell you of the case betwixt ye If you remember Forty eight and Sixty How happy were we in the first of those When no man durst our Laws and Wills oppose Wills as obliging as the Persian Laws We fought and prosper'd in the good old Cause None durst oppose our Faction or appear In vindication of a Cavalier Then all our Party in one humour stood To bleed the Nation tap the Royal Blood Till envious Death at last did basely trip Old Noll up with his short Protectorship Then turn'd the Game and Monk began to sing In Loyal tone Now Boys a King a King Against our wills he did by force restore The King to that which was His Right before Then all those plaguy Rogues call'd Cavaliers Began to peep abroad and shake their Ears Each one expecting from the King to be Rewarded for his Truth and Loyalty When thus we saw our Plots go down the wind We chang'd our Note and spake in other kind And made the World believe 't was only We Restor'd the King to Crown and Dignity When if we could but still have been obey'd No Stuart e're had Englands Scepter sway'd But since what 's done can't be undone again Why stand we idle gazing here in vain Let 's try our wits and Plot for to obtain And play the Old Game over once again Do as our Fathers did come play our parts And let the people know you're English hearts That are not given to change Eighty one offers us a mark as fair As ever Forty did come strike prepare Take Oaths of Secresie and Covenant To ease the Nation of her groans and want Right and Religion Liberties and Laws Will make the Rout quickly espouse our Cause Tell 'em if they don't stir they 're quite undone Religion 's ruin'd Liberties are gone Perswade 'em that the Pope and Popish Train Are just returning to the Land again That 's a pretence ne're fails but always takes And of a Bad Old Cause a Good One makes Now now 's the time strike up for if you miss You 'l never meet a time so pat as this Here 's Popish Plots discover'd and found out With Fears and Jealousies to charm the Rout And soon perswades them all their Lives are lost That they must burn like Martyrs at a Post Unless they get the Popish Party quell'd That are by Evil Counsellors upheld Here 's Grievance upon Grievance these are Knaves And those would make the free born Subjects Slaves Tell them the King 's a Tyrant and Oppressor And that we have a damn'd Popish Successor The Parliament's Disolv'd and we must be Govern'd by Arbitrary Tyrany But yet be sure to keep you in the shade And do what e're you do in Masquerade If any Senator against you sit Be sure to call him Papist Jesuit Mac-Tory Protestant in Masquerade That would your Liberties and Rights invade Now one word more and I have spoke enough Go fall to work for I have found you stuff Which having spoke the Rout were jogging home But soon return'd at voice of Absolom Who with andacious tone cry'd hark my friends Come side with me if you 'l attain your ends Achitophel shall change and take the Rear And I my self will in the Front appear And good old David soon shall know that I VVill be his Heir or else I 'll bravely die VVhat though my Mother was his Concubine The fault was hers I 'm sure it was not mine I am his Son and from his Loins did spring I am of Royal Blood and will be King Do you but help me to obtain the Crown I 'll rule by Law and all your Foes put down I 'le part the
Corrupted Age is try'd That ever wants an Oath on either side Judges themselves their way can hardly see Through the thick Mists of growing Perjury Shall Oaths for Goods and Land be laid aside And all receiv'd where Men for Life are Try'd Shall neither Profit Malice nor ill Fame Nor Counter-proofs bate this devouring Flame Can nothing but Heavens Judgements make it known How Earth with Blood and Perjury does groan Now with loud Summons signal of the War The Cryer calls our Prisoner to the Bar. Some previous Storms and Skirmishes past o'er The Charge begins and the great Ordnance roar The Monster from his Battery rais'd on high A Thundering Peal of Mortal Oaths let fly Whilst from the Lawyers Throats in fatal sound In loud repeating Echoes does rebound Since first the Monster touch'd in English Land He and the Gown-men went still hand in hand Who in a formidable League combin'd To drive All before them and run down Mankind 'T is true the Gospel and the Law reveal The ways to future Bliss and present Weal But when ill Acts convert them to a Trade They Guard not but our Happiness Invade As Labouring Men their Hands Cryers their Lungs Porters their Backs Lawyers hire out their Tongues And vilest are those Hirelings who abuse Their Calling to the most destructive Use A Tongue to Gain and Hire accustom'd long Grows quite insensible of Right or Wrong And true and false with them is Cross and Pile The Winning side is only worth their while And of that Tribe some Tongues no less are gor'd With Blood of Innocents than Herod's Sword The Breath of Lawyers and of Peoples Minds Are like the yielding Waves and blustering Winds Each Mobile its Driver does obey These Tempests raise by Land as those by Sea And so the Crowd to whose discerning Skill The greatest Cry is Demonstration still Second the Charge with Hums and rude Applause And on the Monster 's side pre-judge the Cause Alas of Peers themselves this high Degree From this contagious Frenzy is not free That generous Blood which Nobler Veins doth fill No Faction should enflame no Fear should chill They in a higher Region plac'd should know None of those Popular Storms which rage below But should with serene Thoughts and Courage bold And with Impartial Hand the Ballance hold Yet like those Peers of Heaven we find of late Too many faln from their Exalted State And from Attendance on the Highest Throne To serve a factious Populace sunk down But still the Fall of the Apostate Band Makes for their Glory who with firmness stand Truth will to both be just Angels that fell The first Distinction made of Heaven and Hell Now Carver with some likeness to express Our Hero greater still in his Distress Proving the Storms standing the rudest shock Thy work requires something more firm than Rock Of bloody Slanders who undaunted can The deadly Shock endure is more than Man Nothing of Sublunary Growth or Make Of that Immortal Temper can partake We learn this Lesson only from the Chair Where God and Man joyntly Professors are No less a Master could make understood A Doctrine so averse to Flesh and Blood Thus taught our Champion perfect in his Roll Did honour to his Master and his School For with such Calm of Mind and Air serene As in white Innocents is only seen He saw his Life by bloody Oaths atack't And the dire Charge by a whole Nation backt He saw his Honour and himself run down By horrid Hellish Crimes but none on 's own Their Crimes they only were who swore them so And who those Oaths so lightly did allow It was not to find out Truth they thither came But like keen Huntsmen to run down the Game For with design all was so aptly squar'd Their Tackling and their Tools so well prepar'd The Oaths were all so positive and home That for the Lawyers Skill they left no room They ran at ease and hardly did blow for 't For never yet did a false Oath swear short Our Prisoner wanted not in his Defence Proofs of their Guilt and his own Innocence But from such lyes what Pleading can relieve Which some invent some swear and most believe When byas'd Minds Faction or Fear does fill They judge not by their Reason but their Will All on the Favour'd side they Gospel call And on the Other side all is Apocriphal But on these Judges heavy Judgementsly Who use false Weights when Life and Death they try And the deciding Ballance hold a wry Now from the Fatal Urn the Lots are cast Judgement of Death is on our Hero past Some when they found him Guilty wept but still They did like Crocadiles both Weep and Kill And the Inhumane Verdict to Disguise As Pilate wash'd his Hands they wash'd their Eyes More at the Barr than Block at H'estminster Than on Tower-Hill suffer'd our guiltless Peer A just Regard must of those few be had The Good are still out-number'd by the Bad. Who yielded not to Factions swelling Tide But follow'd Truth though on the weaker side Carver in Living Brass inscribe their Name As some Attonment of our Nation 's Shame Tell future Time how manfully they stood And durst in such an Age as Ours be Good Thus of their Glory will thy Work partake But of the Adverse Part no mention make Heaven's Retribution will more fully tell Which did in Honour which in Guilt Excell The time is come for Divine Power to shew When Nature is too weak what Grace can do No greater Load on Innocents can ly Than for a Crime so Infamous to dy And yet more Unconcern'd than others Give He does the Sentence of his Death Receive Of all the Law inflicts that only Part Which touch'd his Wife and Children touch'd his Heart Nothing but their Undoing rais'd his Fears His Death in them a Massacre appears But Heaven's Elixir can our sharpest Pains Convert to Joy to Liberty our Chains Can Glory reap where Infamy is sown Turn Death to Life our Cross unto a Crown Thus in his Carriage none the Marks could see Of a Defeat but signs of Victory He march'd with such Assurance from the Bar As Conquering Generals from a Prosperous War His seeming Friends thought it not yet too late Since Nature on their side was Advocate With the strong Baits of Life and an Access Of Wealth and State to draw him to confess To all the vain Suggestions on their side Our Christian Hero thus in short reply'd My Age no less doth give me than the Doom So near a Prospect of the World to come That t were a foolish Bargain to Redeem With an Eternal Stain my Inch of Time By that of others I shall chuse to Dye Rather than live by my own Perjury If I confess the Plot my Life 's my own Then welcom Death with all its outward Shame It is my Joy that I Truth 's Martyr am One would believe by all this mighty Strife You value more the Plot than
only for a Slave The Humble of a Nature poor and base The Chaâ—â—â—â—â—â—ng a dull insipid Race And Tempâ—rance a Gallant 's chief disgrace In Vertues garb the great Mans Vice they dress Giving it names with sound of Worthiness They call his Pride the Graniduer of his mind And for his lust the Name they have design'd 〈◊〉 a Compliâ—aâ—â—â—â—yr that makes men kind Profaneness is his Wit and his Excess By a Gay janty Humour they express All his Debauches too must be no less Thus they lap ruin up and guild our Crimeâ— But Vice destroys like Ivy where it climbs In us the dangrous state th' Ambitious see Of Greatness Avarice and Flatterie Gifts Honour Office Greatness Grace of Kings Raise the Ambitious upon treach'rous wings Till from the mighty hights they giddy grow And fall into the Ruin lyes below If the first fail which do support our state The last our fall serve to percipitate This with to dear Experience we have bought And learnt a Lesson which too late was taught Prosperity's a Drug that must be ta'ne Corrected Opium like or else 't is bane A more Lethargick quality's in her Than ever yet in Opium did appear Her fatal Poyson to the Mind she sends And uncorrect in sure destruction ends Whilst in the way her guilded snares she lays Easie and credulous Man she soon betways Who sees her â—oâ—es and her Lillies here But her concealed Snakes doth never fear Prosperity a repasts puâ—â— up the Mind With unsubstantial and unwholesome wind T is a 〈…〉 do use And 〈…〉 But when Affliction moulds your dayly bread 'T is then the staff of Life with which she 's fed Affliction like the River Nile bestows Her fruitful blessings wheresoe're she flows And if when she withdraws strange Serpents rise Not in her streams but in Soyl it lyes Which like the great Apollo she strikes dead By the same Influence they first were bred If she return and shew her hidden head Great minds like the victorious palms are wont Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount Strongly supprest and hurl'd upon the ground Fill'd with sublimer thoughts they more rebound Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown Whether she give or take away a Crown Our Walls are Tyded and by that we know She always ebbs when she doth leave to flow And constant in Inconstancy does grow Make an attacque all Injuries that can They sall like Waves beneath a rising Swan Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care Here we our heads above the billows bear Till from our shoulders they transplanted are And from their summits with dum gapes proclaim Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame But during all this Storm we still do find An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind Not beaten now though then expos'd to th' Wind As Nightingales our bosoms we expose And sing environ'd with the sharpest woes Degraded from vain Honour here we grow More great and high as Trees by lopping do Honour 's like froth in each Man's glass of Beer 'T is least of use though topmost it appear The common Vouchee for ill acts she 's grown It and Religion all our Mischiefs own She raigns in Youth with an unruly heat And in her falser Mirrour shews them Great Till Age and Time convince them of the cheat Rash heads approve what sober Men despise And the fantastick Garb offends the Wise She rarely now is seen but in Disguise True Honour and plain Honesty 's the same From various Dwellings comes the various Name For whilst she gay in Courts she 's Honour there But Honesty with Us in Durance here In differing States most things have difference What pleas'd this day the next offends the Prince The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love Prisoners abhor what free they did approve And still there 's power in each Mans choice to make Himself content if he can wisely take And think his own though hard a happy Stake In ev'ry state does some Contentment dwell And here we find a Pallace in a Cell Good is good ev'ry where and ev'ry thing And good can of it self no evil bring All good 's a raye of the first Light alone When Ill approaches only that 's our own Vertu 's not gain'd by spending of our days In pleasure Princes Courts or from the Rays At Vertue 's Coast by Travel we arrive And so by Travel Virtue 's kept alive She dwindles if she want due Exercise But us'd grows brighter and still multiplies Virtue increases Snow-ball-like rowl'd onâ— A lazy Vertue 's next of kin to None Pris'ners indeed they be that do lay by At once their Fredom and their Industry If Men turn Drones within their hony'd Hyves It lyes i' th' Pris'ners heart and not his Gyves The good grows better here the bad grows worse The Spur that maiâ—es this go does jade that Horse Hence the great'st part are male-content and sad Since that the Good are fewer then the bad A Bliss that springs from pâ—netential joy Is the Minds balsome in each sharp Annoy Fools only their own Comfort do destroy To this Râ—â—rement we can freely go 'T is the great'st pace of Majesty below Or stirring out imports the World to know The Goâ—ler ' Centinel to guard our Doors And Castles are contain'd i' th' narrow Floors More happy and more safe secur'd from Foes Than those whom Troops of Enemies enclose Much more as Pris'ners our high bliss we boast Being secur'd from such a mighty Hoast Of deadly Foes so fierce with wrath might Our selves so feeble and unfit to fight ' Gainst the black band of vicious and Profane Who thousands do undo in each Campain In the Assault we seldom brook the Field But flye like Hares or else like Cowards yield Yet this the World esteems an hard estate And Us who feel it count unfortunate Shew then Philosophy the state wherein Such Safety and so much content is sâ—en Wherein less rugged or steep hind'rance lyes T'obstruct the Path unto Perfection's prize The useful Rod's only bound up for this To whip and lash the Childish on to Bliss Who sullâ—nly refuse the Rod to kiss And so the Blessing in the Whipping miss Some like the Whale only design'd to play In fruitless pleasures drive the flying day As Boys with Clackers drive the Lent away Whilst here we stop the hours of time that flyes With Contemplation's nobler Exercise Maugre all Goals think we e're long must dye And then enjoy an endless Liberty Death will redeem from long Captivity Man's Life 's a Piece spun of a various Thred In some 't is sine in some a couâ—ser Web. The Threads across th'Occurrences of Fate Cut early from the Loom by Death or late The Dread of Kings Death does not us dismay To Dye's less then be Tantaliz'd each day What Man complains with Weariness opprest That Night is come the only Time to Rest The last Speech of Sr. Edmundbury Godfrey's Ghost LOok up Base Croaking zealots of the Age Before
the Muses Task and Pride of Fame Pan â—arly chose and made him great in Pow'r When the Wolves rag'd and did our Flocks devouâ— He took the guard of the molested Plains Saw our Lambs â—â—d chear'd Vs srighted Swains Wak'd with us midst dark Nights and pinching Colds To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds In all which time Pyrrha His charming Bride Oft came and watch'd as He did by His side Of his worst dangers still her part would bear And for all Joys She gave him ask'd but care Now ye poor Flocks go bleat about and stray Ye Shepherds cast your Scrips and Hooks away Stretch'd on the ground your Fatal loss bemoan And call on Pyrrha's Name at ev'ry groan MYRTILLO Full fifty happy years this matchless Pair Liv'd in unshaken Love No Jealous care Or mean Distrust did once their Joys molest So in a Noble Off-spring were They blest Of Warlike Youths worthy their Fathers Name And Dâ—ughâ—â—â—s spotless as their Mothers Fame Bold Celadon the Darling of loud War And Strephon now whose pious shoulders bear The burden of his aged Fathers care Young Damon lovely as the Beams that play About our East and lead the coming Day Fair Phyllida who was with Aegon wed And blest Him with a Faithful Fruitful Bed Generous Lysca too by Nature taught To recommend the poor mans cause unsought ALEXIS All these the Off spring were of Pyrrha's Womb Come then ye Mothers mourn around Her Tomb In Pyrrha's Name your Mystick Rites perform When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm Either the lab'ring Matrons pangs to ease Or bless the Barren Mourner with increase MYRTILLO Oh! kind Alexis still pursue thy Song How these fair Branches grew or wither'd young ALEXIS Brave Celadon through â—ate untimely fail'd And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd Some mourning Muses sung Him to his Tomb Yet others selt more grief and thence were dumb Young Damon faded in His Beauties Pride And Phyllida no less lamented dy'd But long may Strephon's Life rejoyce the years Of good Alcander and assist His Cares Fulness of time kind Heav'n to Lysea give 'T is for your Honour Gods that she should live For She the more of days you Her afford By Her good Deeds will make You more ador'd Since Lysea was of pious Pyrrha born And Pyrrha's Virtues Lysca's Heart adorn MYRTILLO Put what shall now give good Alcander joy ALEXIS The Gods when Fate took Celadon away Call'd Daphnis forth th' Heroick Race to run Which his great Parent had so well begun From Celadon's brave Loins young Daphnis came â—ull of His Heat and conscious of His Fame Whose Mind his Fathers Deeds did so imploy He grew Alcander's Hopes and Pyrrha's Joy Pâ—râ— ha lov'd Daphnis and with pleasure found The Hero's Virtues in the Youth abound When Daphnis languish'd Pyrrha did provide The charming soft Aminta for His Bride Aminâ—a tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny morns and Innocent as They Sweet as those â—vâ—ning Airs that gently blow Where the rich fragrant Eastern Spices grow Calm as our Groves in a fair Summers night And â—ovely as the first-created Light Daphnâ—â— wâ—s born Amintas with him joyn'd To chase all sorrows from Alcander's mind To add new Honours to His store of â—ame And a long Race of Heroes to His Name 〈◊〉 â—â—me which shall with Pyrrha's Praises last 〈◊〉 Time â— no more and Natures Works lie wast Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second THe Noon-day Star that once out-fac'd the Sun Charles his bright Phosphor has its period â—un And resting Charles with more six'd Glories crown'd Has past his mighty finish'd Circle rounâ— All th' untired race of Prodigies the late Continued shame of this Stupendious sate Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore Those never-sleeping Pores now move no more Myriads of Gardian Angels all disband And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand Whilst Truth invincible unbyast Right Goodness unbounded Mercy Infinite Honour Unsullyed All the brightest Train Of Ministring Graces t' his Illustrious Raign Their Royal Robes to Funeral Sables turn All Mourners o're their Sacred Masters Urn But'midst the Tears our streaming Sorrows pour Three Wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Showâ— How feebly does our Voice of Mourning sound Whilst Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd No Heart like James with killing Loads o're prest Kindest of Brothers and of Friends the best So sad the pangs of parting Friendship prove Immoderate Câ—ief and ever burning Love Râ—â—d His Great Soul and their keen passage sorce Methinkâ— I see Him at the Dire Divorce Whilst the Grâ—â—â— James like Great Telesia stands With 〈◊〉 Cryes and with up-lifted Hands With rended Garments and a flowing Showâ— Of bitt rest Tears deplores the dismal Hour Till from above behold the grining Sky The Fiery Steeds and Flaming Chariot fly Th' Ascending Saint ' midst shouting Angels round With purer Joys brighter Diadems Crown'd Here with sad Tyes he took His last Farewell And grasp'd the Wondrous Mantle as it fell With Prime Transmigrating Glories sir'd Fill'd with the Mounting God with the whole Charles inspir'd O Mighty Charles what have not only We Three Kingdoms but even Empire lost in Thee Founder of Monarchy for Thou alone â—â—ood'â—t the unshaken Bulwark of the Throne When the old Storm yawn'd for th' Imperial wrack Thâ— Hand â—â—one beat the sierce Torrent back â—â—ction 〈◊〉 by Thy strong Arm o'rethrown Whilâ—â—◠〈◊〉 World was Thy great work alone Glory and Peace but in Thy Sun-beams play Whilst thou' rt the God of our long Halcyon day The Old Fanatick Fiend so late before Drunk with a Martyr'd Monarchs Purple Gore Whilst with th' Old Poyson and th' Old Rage he stood All Thirsting for new Draughts of Royal Blood The Crowns long Foe and Blackest Imp of Hell His Sting just Fastning Thou alone couldst quell Thy Book of Fame with this last Glory fill'd What shall Great James on thy Foundations build Strike Royal Heir th' half Conquer'd Serpent dead Charles bruis'd his Teeth and Thou shalt crush his Head Peace Vnion Concord all so well begun Tho' Thou Great Charles thy Race like Moses run Thy People led by Thy Miraculous Hand To th' Milk and Honey of a Blessed Land Call'd hence too soon by the Almighty Voice Saw'st but the Borders of the Promis'd Joys That God-like Joshua sills Thy Royal Seat Who Thy unfinish'd Wonders shall compleat Translated Saint now thy â—ull Honours seize Blest with thy own Eternal Handmaid Peace Around thy Head Immortal Honours play Brighter thy own Restoration Day Like thy own Mercy soft be thy Repose Whilst on thy Brow that Perfum'd Fragrance flows Sweeter than the Odours even of that Rich Fame That shall Embalm Thy Everlasting Name SCOTLANDS Loyalty or Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Soveraign His Sacred Majesty CHARLES by the Grace of God King of Great Britain France and Ireland c. LEt Musick cease yet let true Subjects Sing Sad Ela's
Note in Sorrow for our King Whom to the worth no Poet can bemoan Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon But there 's no need our Sorrow to Infuse Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉 Hearts the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉 â—loods of Tears though in the end Relief Great Charles is Dead who was Great Britains King 〈◊〉 â—n Exploits who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉 and â—lenty to His own three Realms â—â—rough storms of State which he did turn to Calms Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth Then cast up Virtues to one total sum Perfections Product will be found in Him We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure With Diamond of the Black Rock to endure Till after Ages that our Children may Pay Tears for Tribute to His Sacred Clay Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke We 'll kiss the Rod though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate Yet we 'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse That 's dipt in Tears and Elegiack Verse T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame Then rest dear Saint though dead yet still alive Though laid in dust Times Age thou shalt survive Thour' t mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests to wear a Cross-less-Crown And though our Grief cannot our loss prevent Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent EPITAPH HEre lyes Grave Majestick Dust Which when alive was Good and Just Great Charles the second Britain's King Whose valour makes us Weep and Sing His Crown environ'd was with Thorn Which makes His Subjects double Mourn By Land and Sea he did our Work The Fear and Terrour of the Turk He Peace to Europe did restore When other Kings had given it o'r Defender of the Faith that 's true Vntil he had the World adieu Let Princes Eternize His Name And make his worth their Diadem Now since the Sighs that did Eclipse our Skie By His Successors Light begins to flye O're Tears we 'll Triumph since our sore doth bring The surest Salve which is a Lawful King We 'll pâ—â— Allegiance due on Charles his score To JAMES the VII and many Millions more P. K. An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Death of the Illustrious and Serene CHARLES the Second KING of Great-Britain France and Ireland c. Who departed this Life February the 6th 1685. HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad and call The Royal Palace Black and not White-Hall Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears and true Of Orient Pearl but Occidental Hew Since Britains Phoebus hath forsook the Stage Before he reach'd the Tropick of his Age. The interval betwixt our Setting Sun And Rising Soveraign ' ere his Light begun Was short yet till our Sorrow soung Relief We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief Yet tho' our Soveraign doth our Mourning ' swage And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage We 'll make no Bonesires for it were in vain Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again All Israel when good Hezekiah dy'd To his last Bâ—â—ath true â—â—oyal Honour pay'd Where 's then the Boldest Critick â—n deny 〈…〉 CHARLES his worth a Dâ—leful ELâ—GY 〈◊〉 Worth to Times last â—riod shall Endure In 〈◊〉 of Envy oâ— the Grave Secure And Children yet 〈◊〉 with Tears shall pay A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 use â—o his sacred Clay He from His Child-hood was of great Renown He bore his Cross before he wore his Crown Brancht in the stock of Trouble 't is well known His Fruit was Ripe the Blossom yet unblown Great Britains Bane and Blush Eclips'd his Skie E'r England knew his Soveraignty But as his Sun ascended the Noon-day Aâ— Clouds like Vapours vanish'd quite away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—right Calms of Peace did still remain â—â—â—ough the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign Then Rest dear Saint tho' now Intomb'd in Dust Unâ—il the Resurrection of the Just And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief Because our Sorrow doth admit Relief The Vail of Death no Christian needs dismay The King of Kings Himself did guide the Way And since our Sore a Salve along doth bring God save Great JAMES our Second Soveraign King Let his Dâ—minions preface Black and White Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing Like Birdâ— Reviv d in the returning Spring Let Court and City raise their joyful Voice And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by And Treason turn to purest Loyalty Hence thâ—n projecting Traytors stand aloof His Loyal Throne is sure and Treason-Proof Lest sit on Edâ—e by old Seditious Smâ—â— Your Treasâ—ns Trapturn round upon your Neck His Presence may no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Resort Nor base 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Court But Reign in Peace whil'st we have in our Eye CHARLES still live in JAMES'S Royalty But since he 's Dead and gone let this sad Verse Tho' undeserving yet attend his Herse EPITAPH HEre lyes Great Charles the Just the Good As ever came of Royal Bloâ—d To Troubles Born he Early knew What Kings as Men are subject to His Morning Glâ—ries were â—'recast And by some Fatal Star Opprest But as his Sun ascended Noon The cruel Comet did fall Down In Peace he Liv'd in Peace he Dy'd The Kingdom and the Churches Guiâ—e The Guardian of the swelling Main The Terrour of the DUTCH and DANE At his Command all war did Cease And Europe Owes to him her Peace Diseases at his Power did Crouch And own the Virtue of his Touch. Let KINGS and PRINCES in him Glory And make his Reign their Directâ—ry To His Sacred Majesty King JAMES II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom â—â—'â—y Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Ruâ—â— When Time Your Wondrous Story shall unsold Your Gloriâ—us Deeds in Arms when â—â—â— but Young Your strange â—scapes and Dangerâ— shall be told Your Battles Fâ—â—ghâ— Your Guildâ—◠〈◊〉 is â—â—â— When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st noâ— share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before You the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As sill this Lucky Years Account O're England
there should Reign a Star Of that Divine and Gracious Influence Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove And bless the Land with Plenty Peace and Love 'T is YOU oh Sacred Sir for Empire Born Shall make the great Prediction true And this last Miracle perform To make Us Blest and make Us own it too Oh may Your â—uster with Your Liâ—e renew â—ong may You Shine and spread Your Beams as far As from the Morning to â—he Eâ—â—ning Star 'Till Your Convincing Rays Your Foes o're come And for Your Glâ—rious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room FINIS Ireland's Tears A Pindarique Poem upon the Death of our late Soveraign Charles the Second and the Peaceful and Happy Succession and Inauguration of our present Great Monarch King James the II. I. AS distant Thunder in a rowling Cloud First Murmures inwardly then Roars aloud O're the amazed list'ning Crowd Till the Dread Clap scares ev'ry Mortal Ear Too weak Heav'ns angry voice to bear Such was the sad astonishing News Which February's 6th Ides did bring The dangerous Sickness of our Dearest King It stun'd all Ears and did all Minds amuse All the sad Tydings so bemoan As if it were not His Sickness but their Own Trembling and full of Fear we wait To know what the next Messenger will say And all the while we Weep and all the while we Pray When suddenly Death's Herald spoke the Dreadful Fate Alas the Miserable Day The News too sad to Hear too Killing to repeat II. Horrour and Cryes fill all around Distracted Looks and Throbbing Hearts As if 't were the last Trumpets sound In ev'ry place are found And hideous Groans do Eccho from all parts Frighted with what I saw and heard But much more with what I sear'd The blasted City soon I left And as of Reason quite bereft I wildly roam'd about to seek some place Less Doleful than that City was Where without Partners or Lookers on I might Enjoy my Grief alone And for a little space Might lay the weighty burden of my Sorrow down III. And long I had not rov'd about E're an approv'd Retirement I found out Ruins that to Religion Sacred were of Yore Nor now less Venerable than heretofore Where all things did my Melancholly Fancy please Murmuring Waters awful Cliffs wither'd Trees There Cheerful Birds n'ere Sing nor e're blows Nor any Beast or Humane Face gentle breeze Was to be seen upon the lonely Place To this Forlorn and Uncouth seat Well suited to my Troubled state I softly with my load of Grief retreat Where each Rock and ev'ry Tree Wou'd I knew Condole with me Only stearn Fate would un-relenting be Thus then with many a Tear and Groan My Dead Prince I did bemoan IV. Charles the Clement and the Good Charles the Flow'r of Princely Blood Of all we Earthly Gods do call Charles the most Belov'd of all Our Heart's Delight Joy of our Eyes And whom not we alone did prize Through the whole Universe His Glory flies Ev'n Nations Strangers to our Faith and God Heard of His Fame Rever'd His Name And Eastern Princes Dazled with His bright Renown Which did so much Eclipse their own Sent their Embassadors Abroad To Court the Favour of this Second Solomon Of Him to learn the Royal Art To Govern and secure the Peoples Heart While Christendom in ev'ry weighty All Did to His well-known Justice still Appeal Whose Word and Wisdom ever turn'd the Scale V. He that can tell the drops of Rain Which on an April day do fall Or his sad Subjects Tears can count Which to a greater number mount May reckon up the Graces but not all For that Essay would be in vain Which did adorn his Life and Glorious Reign For who will e're Attempt to tell Things that are unexpressible Great Lord of Wit Patron of Arts He was Learnings strong Atlas Poetry's best Friend Crown'd with each Ray and blest with ev'ry Grace That could a Prince or make or recommend But if in any one He could did Himself Excel 'T was that of Clemency Herein He was Heav'ns Parallel Nay be 't with Reverence spoke He Heav'n out-went In Pard'ning the Impenitent Is Heav'n it self so Merciful as He VI. But as Ten Thousand scatter'd Rays By Art are made to Center in one Glass So all the Tenderness and Love Which in His Heart did towards all His Subjects move First on His Royal Brother fell and through Him did pass Not fearing loss of Empire or of Life When High-born James's Foes were rife When sawcy Factious Senates menac'd high And blush'd not to Decry The Crown 's Just Heir and Truest Friend to Monarchy Our King close to His Brothers Interest stood And stem'd the Impetuous Flood To the Damn'd Project soon He put an end And shew'd Himself not more a Monarch than a Friend Friendship like This the World did never know Save what the King of Heav'n did show Who for our sakes descending here below Ceas'd to be Happy that we might be so VII How Dear to Heav'n its Champion was our Prince Who did so well Defend the Crown And Faith which He receiv'd from thence â—till valuing the Publick Weal more than his own Let the long Chain of Miracles convince Which Maugre all the opposition Of Fiends Fiend-like Men combin'd in one Destin'd him for and Brought Him to and kept Him on His Throne Witness that shining Herald sent To tell the World of His Illustrious Birth As if Heav'n had hereby meant Another God is Born on Earth At Noon we saw the New-born Star Shine on his Infant Brother here With a Mild Aspect yet so Bright and Clear As did out-vie the Mid-day Sun As far as He Himself all other Kings has done VIII And when Rebellion Black and Dire Had harass'd long His God-like Sire Whose Life it Barbarously took away Of all things Great and Holy made a Prey And turn'd three Kingdoms into One Aceldam Our late Ah wretched word Heav'n-lov'd King Kind Providence did wond'rously convey And sheltred Him beneath its wing From all the Ills which War and Chance And Treasons blacker than the Night Did'gainst His Sacred Life advance Witness His Happy ' scape from Wor'ster's Bloody Fight Where Hov'ring Angels with their Mighty Sav'd Him from all the Hazards of that Dread-Shield And their important Charge by ways unknown ful Field T' a Neighb'ring Friendly shade convey'd Where sturdy Oaks stretch'd out their Arms Oh shame to Mans Barbarity To Receive and shelter Distress'd Majesty on high Witness O Boscobel thy Monumental Tree IX From thence through Dangers numberless In mighty Wants and deep Distress At Home Abroad by Land and Seas As once his High-fam'd Ancestor the wandriâ— Trojan Prince By many a wondrous Providence During his Nine Years Exile hence Heav'n its Regard of Him did Evidence When the Almighty King to shew his care Of such as his Vicegerents are When Humane Force could do no more And when Our dying Hopes could
a while ago Us'd by Cantarogax Your Agent then To th' same Realms tho' but in vain since when Others with like Effects have us'd it I Us'd the experienc'd Rule Presbytery This was the method Mighty Lucifer That brought ten thousand Rebel Souls a year For twenty years together to this place For Python's part an 't please your Grace He hatch'd a Plot I must confess but what Effects did this his so much talkt of Plot Produce VVhy 'faith he e'en sent here no more Than those who were Your Grace's own before For my own part I to the House will give Of all my Actions a short Narrative In grave and comly Hypocritick Dress Bearing the outward form of Godliness I cloath'd my self and to Vtopia went Haunted the City Court and Parliament And in short time pick'd up a numerous Crew Of all Religions every Sect a few I made all those my own who took great pains To make their seeming Godliness their gains All those who use Religion for a fashion Or seem to thrive by th' ruine of the Nation All who 'd at Court their expectations crost Or by ill manners had Preferments lost All those who were engag'd in the late Broils In the King's Death and the three Nations Spoils And had this King 's late Act of Grace abus'd By their unnatural Ingratitudes All who had lost their Games and now would fain For their own turn have the Cards dealt again I found one fit at last to steer these right A Favourite of theirs a much fam'd VVight Capricio call'd and thereby hangs a Tale Meager his Visage is his Face as pale As his Deeds black Dame Nature sure design'd That by his out-side men might know his mind Hell 's in his Body and his shrivl'd Skin Seems dropping from his rotten Bones within His Corrupt Tortur'd Body does convey Fresh spleen and rancour to his Heart each day Which lest it shou'd o'reflow or by mishap Be over-charg'd from Sun or Fleece a Tap Is in his Body fixt with curious Art Which from his double Envy-canker'd heart By pumping does exhaust th' exundant Juice Reserving still enough for 's daily use With this half Fiend I many Consults had And we at last this Resolution made Almanzor's due Succession to oppose Among his many unprovoked Foes We chose young Marcion not for any love But to undo the Youth as time will prove Poor easie Prince he littte thinks that we Prostitute this his weak Credulity To our own use to Anarchize the State And hasten his two soon intended Fate Disgusted Lords we got some two or three To put their helping hands to Anarchy Amongst the rest one Libertino nam'd Of him I must confess I was asham'd His vicious Life did much disgrace the Cause But 't was enough his hate to King Church Laws And Goverment in general drew the rude Unthinking Jealous Headlong Multitude To esteem him so that he this Title bears One of the Protestant Utopian Peers With these in close Cabals sometimes I past And forg'd a feasible Design at last 'T was thought without some provocation 't were Not fit our Cause in publick should appear I pitch'd upon a Rogue the truth to tell Has not his Fellow even here in Hell Among our Crew we forg'd a Plot which he First brought to light A Re-discovery He made as soon swore to and was believ'd Then our good Party found themseves aggriev'd And cry'd aloud These Tories Brethen see Behold we say the Lords Delivery This was some Bishop sure or Masquerader Soon after this a Son accus'd his Father Forward and backward swears at last he vows Sir He was subborn'd by that same Papist Towzer Things went on well now they thought 't was time The Ladder of Rebellion they should clime The Senate sate High for the Good Old Cause Magna Charta and Fundamental Laws No Arbitrary Power but we must give Necessary Limits to Prerogative Tho' the King mayn't yet We may break the Laws Punish at pleasure though without a Cause Then must Almanzor be excluded He Has too much Spirit too much bravery They must and will have presently Redress Of a long Bead-roll of Grievances And these are such as the K. won't nor can't Nature and Conscience will not let him grant If not no Money Sirs what e're come on 't A Fig for Foreign Foes so the K. want Councellors must be tax'd and most of all Hali whom they had nought to charge withal But only ' cause he could discern the weather And judge when Elements would clash together They do not think it safe that any Lord That has but sense should sit at Council-Board Those that sit there should in their Foreheads have Their Beast-ships mark of either Fool or Knave Who lov'd the K. was Voted straight to be Betrayer of the Subjects Liberty And their old long-lov'd Darling Property Capricio tells them next they want a Prince Fit to be trusted with the Rule and since The present King 's not such they think 't were fit That they be trusted both with Him and It. In short I 've brought that Kingdom now of late In all Conformity so near our State That whosoever sees both will surely Swear 'T is an exact true Pattern of This here Then such loud shouts from all the Senate came That I awak'd and found it but a Dream SEJANUS Or the Popular Favorite now in his solitude and Sufferings IS this thy Glory now is this thy Pride Of sticking to the Saints and Godly side Religious bugbear words that fright from hence From Subject all their Loyalty to Prince Make black Rebellion seem white Innocence Entitle Heaven to the vilest Crimes Make Deity like th' Rabble blame the Times Mad Zealots so Atheistically civil Baspheme the Gods to Complement the Devil The mightiest of the inspir'd Saints is come To Crown himself with fancy'd Martyrdom Geneva Whig that still cries out at Rome But raises still Domestick Broils at home How quietly Great Charles might end his Reign Which all in troubles the poor Prince began Now vext by Ghost meer shadow of a Man The cunning Hypocrite that still can spy The smallest Mote in his kind Prince's eye By Zeal and Nature made so double blind That in his own the Beam he cannot find Some say but one vast Luminary stands In 's surrow'd brow and watches all the Land But sunk into its hole crept out of sight As if it were afraid to see the Light His Skull 's too narrow Circle can't contain His Tow'ring thought vast Gygantick brain Blinded again with hopes of Reformation Poor little Poliphemus of the Nation That mighty Monster brav'd the rising Floud And this can wade thro' a whole Sea of Blood How hath this wretched Isle been chang'd and curst Since thou wert born and since it knew thee first How did its Tributary Rivers pay A bloody dreadful Homage to the Sea VVhilst on the Purpl'd Ocean thou didst ride And tack about still with the Wind and
abus'd The Robe was summon'd M d in the Head In Legal Murder none so deeply read I brought him to the Bar where once he stood Stain'd with the yet Un-expiated Blood Of the Brave Strafford when 3 Kingdoms rung With his accumilative Hackney Tongue Prisoners and Witnesses were waiting by These had been taught to Swear those to Dye And to expect their Arbitrary Fates Some for Ill Faces some for Good Estates To fright the People and alarm the Town Burnet Oates imploy'd the Reverend Gown But while the Triple Mitre bore the Blame The Kings Three Crowns were all their aim I seem'd and did but seem to fear the Guards And took for mine the Bethels and the Wards Anti-monarchick Hereticks of State Immoral Athiests Rich and Reprobate But above all I got a little Guide Who every Foard of Villany had Try'd None knew so well the old pernicious way To Ruine Subjects and make Kings Obey And my small Jehu at a furious rate Was driving Eighty back to Forty Eight This the King knew and was resolv'd to bear But I mistook his Patience for his Care All that this Happy Island could afford Was Sacrific'd-to my Voluptuous Board In his whole Paradice One onely Tree He had excepted by a strict Decree A Sacred Tree which Royal Fruit did bear Yet It in pieces I Conspir'd Tear Beware my Child Divinity is there This so out did all I had done before I could attempt and He endure no more My un-prepar'd and un-repenting Breath Was snatcht away by the swift Hand of Death And I with all my Sins about me hurl'd To th' utter Darkness of the lower World A dreadful place where you too soon shall see If You believe Seducers more than Me. The Parliament Dissolv'd at OXFORD March the 28th 1681. UNder 500 Kings Three Kindoms grone Go Finch Dissolve them Charles is in the Throne And by the Grace of God will Reign alone What would the Commons have the Royal Line Heaven does dispose of 't is not Theirs nor Mine But His by whom Kings Rule and are Divine I represent the King of Kings who gave The Crown the Sword the Scepter what I have I am Gods Servant not the Peoples Slave Their Frantick Votes Mad Resolves I hate I know a better way to heal a State Than to Sin rashly and Repent too late Bid them be gone F. they are damn'd uncivil To oblige Me to follow them to th' Devil To save Three Kingdoms I will not do Evil. The Presbyterian's sick of too much Freedom Are ripe for Beth'lem it 's high time to bleed 'em The 2d Charles does neither fear nor need ' em I 'll have the World know that I can Dissipate Those Impolitick Mushrooms of our State 'T is easier to Dissolve than to Create They shan't Cramp Justice with their feigned flaws For since I govern only by the Laws Why they should be exempt I see no cause To the Laws they must submit 't is in vain E're to attempt to shake off those again For where Charles commands there must Justice Reign When the Peoples Father does espouse the Law All those who Subjects from their Duty draw Do Viper-like through Parents Bosom gnaw When they attend Me next F. bid them bring Calmer thoughts bid them propose Legal Things Such as may both become Themselves Kings This will the Joys of our little World Compleat And all attempts of Foreign Foes Defeat Making the People Happy Monarch Great The RECOVERY YEt once more Peace turns back her head to smile And take some pity on our stubborn Isle She and her Sister Truth now Hand in Hand Return to visit our forsaken Land I see I see O Albion Bless the Sight Truth long Eclips'd lift up her Sacred Light And chase away the obscene Birds of Night Th' ill boding Screech-Owl we so long did fear Hov'ring above us in our thick'ned Air Whose fatal note was never heard but Death Follow'd th' Infernal Evidencing Breath Hail lovely Truth Oh! spread thy Rays Divine And bid thy dawning Beams more fully Shine Already thy Glad Influence we find And all now see but they who will be blind They see whilst thou hold'st up thy Guiding light The dangerous errour of their Former Night A Night which all our Heaven did invade By the dire skill of State Magicians made In a dark Cell the Wayward Brothers met I' th' midst a Chair there was for Satan set Which in his Absâ—â—ce A little wither'd Conjurer supply'd And all his Imps drank Venom from his side His word was then He out his Tap did pluck Come my young Pugs of Treason come and suck This Hellish Rite perform'd to work they go To raise up Darkness from the shades below Thick Mists of Popular Fears and Jealousies Did at their Necromantick Call arise And in Black Clouds hid the British Skies Here first their unskill'd Spirits the visions play'd And learnt their Visions to the Hatfield Maid Here first were rais'd the wond'ring world to The Armies Harris muster'd in the Air. But now the Charm's dissolv'd England's free scar From the Enchantment does its madness see See its vain fears of that expected day No Royal Blood stain'd the Fifteenth of May Prevailing Truth has open'd Britains Eyes And Folly seen begins to make her wise O let us then Unite make Faction cease Nor think Confusion is the way to Peace That Schism must the Churches Fall prevent Or breaking Law secure the Government Let Traytors to expected Tryal come And from the mouth of Justice receive their doom 'T is so the Traytor comes now now maintain Justice thy Seat nor bear the Sword in vain Tho Hackney Speakers wou'd o're Law prevail And Conquer Thee by telling a false Tale Though Factious or Guilty Lords appear To blunt that Sword whose edge they justly fear Tho Garter Blue and Star the Court should awe But Oh! that Star does now its Beams withdraw Nor at the Tryal will its Light dispence To cherish Treason with its Influence VVhat then are they who from thy hand would snatch The blackest Traytor Hell did ever hatch When they but once that Horrid Paper see Which does almost exceed in Villany Satan or his Vicegerent Shaftsbury Who in this Cause so much had never done But that he knew the ugly Brat his own Yet all in vain strives Councellour and Lord Revenging Goddess speak the fatal Word Nor let Confession turn aside thy Blow But once strike Rogues that own that they are so Had this been early done t 'had sav'd the Guilt Of so much Blood so prodigally spilt While certain Villany did hurry hence To unjust Death suspected Innocence But Justice now in this Triumphant Scene Thy Shame does end and Triumph does begin All this to thy Defender Charles is due Who now with Thee His Glory does renew Already with fresh Beams the Crown does shine Power Sacred grows and Majesty Divine His Majesty's Scepter 's in His Hand held fast Nor like a Reed
When they can Save and yet you see How Blood of Innocents we Spill 18. The Law condemns a Priest to die But Supream Law commands them no That for their Lives they must not flie One of the two they must forego 19. Our Faith in many points agree Our Birthrights we may claim of old What is it then to any he If ancient Verity I hold 20. Likely you Err for upward look What ages past believ'd do I And nearer to the Spring the Brook Far distant doth in Puddles die If at the Fount I Drink or Wash The Christal Spring hath us'd no dash 21. Hath Charity deserv'd to Die Our Saviour Suffered for that We sometimes kill an Enemy Not murther Friends for none knows what 22. Our Laws receive their force from Power And the Offenders forfeit Life Here 't is where Law doth Law devour And why such Law would end the Strife 23. Men long in Peace deserving well From King and Country now surpriz'd And charg'd with Crimes no age can tell But those who have this Plot devis'd 24. Now worthy Scrogs your Brethren too Unbyass'd let your Judgements fall We dare the World what they can do May we have Justice when we call 25. Oh! Cleaveland hadst thou liv'd this age Thou couldst not Write unless to Lie For none but Devils tread our Stage Where speaking Truth you surely Die For publick Good or Popery 26. A King to Govern or else none A Linsey woolsey Government 'T is Rabble Property they own And say 't is Law or so 't is meant 27. They stalk with one ambitions Fool Affecting Popularity Make use of Him as a Close-stool First fill Him up then throw Him by 28. The Monster Mobile then Roars Prepar'd by th' Mountebank of State We 'll have no Fools nor Sons of Whores A Common wealth shall end their Date 29 Nor King nor Parliament nor Laws Kill all pretenders to the Crown Nor Lords nor Bishop those Py'd Daws With all adherents shall go down 30. Then up go we we 'll share the Land Too long they have usurp'd our Right And now by turns we 'll all command And shew the World our last New Light 31. Are we not good as Fisher-men Our Hogan-Mogan Neighbours now They were call'd Traytors and what then Their King that was now does them allow 32. They did Reform it thriv'd so good God did intend what they should be They were inforc'd to let some Blood As We to purge Idolatry 33. Your Elders Laws have that vast scope Preliminary to all Power Each in his Parish would be Pope Like Baal's Priests all things devour 34. These are your Saintships Rules of State And Lueifer hath Lectur'd you All above you ye Deadly hate And would not God should have his due 35. Must still the Van Religion Led on by Lies and false pretence Bring up the Rear Rebellion And blind your Reason without Sense 36. Set up an Idol-Parliament Which with false Worship men adore As if Religion were now meant The House of Commons Common-Whore 37. The slights of Hocus not so plain Though Cheats our sight yet none believe But Hocus still he doth remain Through fine Conveyance in his Sleeve 38. Thus Captain Satan leads you on Your Pride and Malice makes you Swell Then Captain leaves ye all alone You 'l find the way your selves to Hell 39. Damn'd Hypocrites Rebellious Race In Power Impudent and Bold Pale Whining Cowards Face to Face Your Good and Hopes lyes in your Gold 40. Short-sighted Fools can your base Coin Corrupt that God who Kings protects Or suffer you to break that Line Which he hath made and still directs 41. 'T is not to cast down Popery But by your counterfeited Zeal To raise New-Englands Anarchy Devolving to a Commonweal 42. Too long on Caterpillers I Digression make but now to Men Whose Honour in Antiquity Deserves to be reviv'd again 43. Religion early there embrac'd By Race of Kings Christians bold Brave men at Arms and not debas'd And now this Age revives the Old 44 Now Sweet blows the Northern Air Dispelling Mists and no Clouds there The Rebel Covenant washed fair No thoughts against an apparent Heir 45. Brave Scots go on a Braver man Ne're wanted yet Protection Than our Great Duke of York what can But This merit Oblivion All that is past of Guilty Fact Lies buried here in this one Act. 46. None live Unblemish'd or who not deceiv'd Who ever Trusts unhappily May err If none must be believ'd We must forsake Society 47. Frailties to all men are allow'd We Plume not here on Angels Wings The weak or fearful in a Cloud Cannot distinguish best of Things 48. Repentance wipes out blackest Spots If ye relapse y' are sick to death Be henceforth call'd the Convert-Scots This Covenant sign now with your Breath 49. A Glorious occasion now Courts ye with opportunity Let after-ages say of You When all men fail'd us You stood by 50. Your King your Country all their Friends Now need your Duty and your Love Bravely appear and make amends Let 's Hand in Hand together move 51. Down with your Kirk-Roost Curb them so They cannot hurt take Sword in Hand Defend your King from In-bred Foe And York conduct you in Command 52. The Law of Nature binds Mankind And that Religion is so true To give and take with equal mind To God and Caesar what is due 53. Rouse then Brave men let the World see What you dare do for Royal Blood Your Lives and Country are not free ' Less you maintain Monarchy Good 54. But if ye fail all Good mens Curse On you and your Posterity May ye be Slaves and what is worse Beg Bread of your Presbytery A Postscript upon the D. of York's Return to Scotland NOw York again Shines in our Sphere A constant Day-light true born Son Which doth forebode a Happy Year Now finish what you have begun 2. If your wild Spirit is possest With Hellish Principles Rebel And against Legal Power protest Send them the shortest way to Hell 3. For speedy Justice in a Storm And Mutiny more Souls doth Save Then slow Proceeding by Laws Form Lost time a Master 's made a Slave 4. Examples made to terrifie Makes men consider what they do where no Reprieve is but must Die Men are unapt t' engage that Foe 5. Let your Great Council make an Act And by that Act all Subjects Bind To take an Oath or else be Rackt Till the Succession they have Sign'd 6. Our Lofty Shrubs rais'd by the King That on his Seat Justice Out-face Must tumble down that no such thing Be ever nam'd but with Disgrace 7. Ingrateful Brutes baser than Slaves The fallen Angels is your sin Who for your Makers do dig Graves But in those Pits your selves fall in 8. Foolish Achitophels his Fate Follows your Steps and you must Die For the same Cause and at the Gate Where Treason 's joyn'd with Perjury 9. The Protestant Religion Is the false cry and common
the Best of KINGS These things I did observe and many more But Tyr'd with the Relation I 'll give o'er True Loyalty in its Colours Or a Survey of the Laudable Address of the young Men and Apprentices of the City of London to His MAJESTY NO Name because you can't write well a Fist Is a Good Hand that can write Loyalist Go on Brave Youths and let your Paper show What Love what Service to your King you ow. How well Now London must be Judge of Thee When in thy Sons we find such Loyalty What Though the Jesuits a brooding lye To hatch for us a Mortal Enemy Loyal Addresses shall like thunder kill The Poison-gathering Viper in the Shell And quickly make the Factious Gang leave off To Lace their Coffee with Seditious Stuff The Roul contains most Trades who Swear they 'l be One Man t' oppose their Princes Enemy Th' Ingenuous Pothecary makes up a Pill And Swears it knows both how to Salve and Kill The Keen edg'd Barber with his Razor votes Instead of Cutting Beards to Cut their Throats The Shooe-Maker protests he 'd rather choose To wind Cord for their Necks than for their Shooes The Cobler too wou'd meddle with the Fools And wou'd instead of Soles Translate their Souls The Nimble Taylor swears each Finger itches To cut their Coats more than to sow their Breeches The brisk Vpholsterer swears by his Feather Their Souls and Bodies he will Quilt together The Damming Vintner Vows next time to bring Confounded wine to them that hate his King The Greasy Butcher Swears by 's Oxe's Head That at one Blow he 'll strike Sedition Dead Then Cut it open Quarter it and Treat The Devil with a Dainty Dish of Meat The Cockt-up Haberdasher briskly debates For Brushing of their Coats instead of Hats The Artificial Surgeon fain would Box 'em And send them all to Hell with a Pox to ' em The Cook cries cram 'em in my Pot 's Belly And I will stew their Rump-Beef to a Jelly A Carpenter comes in with a few Cringes And fain wou'd have 'em Hang'd upon new Hinges Then a Hot Bell-Founder cryes out of Spite They dead my Trade let them be hang'd outright But the slye Broaker Vows he dos not dare Venter his Coyn on such deceitful Ware Next unto him comes the ruff Brick-layer And he 's for Building up the Common Prayer The Loyal Coach-man this Sentence Broaches I am for making Plotters draw my Coaches The Brazier is for Burning them to see What Mettle afterwards they 'l prove to be The Strong-Water-Man would be at Stilling Of their ill Humours not at Killing Then comes the Lawyer hatching of some Evil And fain would bring him into Bond with th' Devil But says the Attorney Let 'em make uds luds An Execution t' me of Body and Goods The Rare-loyal Weaver makes a pother To have 'em Kickt from th' one side to the other The Gold-smith likes 'em best for well he knows Such Mettle both for Gold and Silver goes They 'l take what stamp we please they are such Witches A Caesar's Head as well as Oliver's Breeches Last comes a Printer and sayes Let me Dye If I don't brand 'em to Eternity I will transfer to future Age their Plot And what Reward their cunning Coleman got I will Transprint King Charles his Death and bid The Children Weep for what their Fathers did Papists and Factious both shall go to Pot While the True Loyally Draws a better Lot Loyalty Triumphant Or a Poem on the Numerous Loyal Addresses to His MAJESTY ROuse up my Muse For how in such a Cause Canst thou be Lazy or admit a Pause Why do not Words flow faster then thy Ink Or forward Verse scarce give the leave to think Thy Pen in such a Cause should Pregnant be To Write thy Fellow-Subjects Loyalty Subjects that dare in spight of Faction show How much they to the best of Princes owe That dare in spight of all the Politick Crew Who would the People and their KING subdue Be truly Loyal Honest Just and Good Four things the Others never understood Or if they ever did have long forgot Since first Sedition in their Hearts took Root Their Leaders Soul as well as Eyes do squint And could we search the Heart the Devil 's in 't He seems in shew as Loyal as the best But a full Fury Lodges in his Breast Ambition that Curst Fiend that fain would Tread Once more upon his Royal Masters Head Nor are his Followers behind in Zeal T' advance the Good Old Cause and Common-weal Reading the Votes of Parliament I found The KING with honest Men encoâ—â—ast round Who for the Publick Good did Wisely Vote That He for Tangier should not have a Groat At His own Charge He must the War maintain Or Tangier might be Lost for He in vain Assistance sought from them unless He 'ed give In Pawn for it His own Prerogative And against Nature's Laws cease to Defend An only Brother and a faithful Friend He must Exclude Him from the English Crown That when Great York they once had tumbled down They might set up an Idol of their own Whom if they cannot manage to their wills And make him Authorise unheard of Ills They 'l without scruple hurle them head-long down And tearing from his Brows the totter'd Crown Each will be King and set it on his own Amongst five Hundred Men some few there were That durst for Loyalty and Truth declare That durst the King's Prerogative Maintain ' Gainst Mighty Matchivel and all his Train But once discover'd they like common Foes Or Spies upon the Actions of the House Are first made Kneel before the Bar and then Our Loyalists such Principles despise Are still contriving how their King may rise How they may make Him Powerful and Great And in full Splendour keep his Royal Seat Still acting what their chearful words express Whilst each of them performs a whole Address Oh! may they still persist in doing well Till there be no Tongue left their Deeds to tell That they who did in This their King regard May in the other world meet their Reward The Club of Royalists COme Ganemede and fill each Glass with Wine Let each Muse Drink her share then fill up mine I with the Nine will Revel all this night Till Charles his Health bring back the Morning Light But hold a little Whither am I gone What need I run so far as Helicon Whilst Riding on each Beam the Sun doth bear As Loyal Drinkers as the Muses are For they I fear have caught th' infection too Since their own Sons bravely themselves undo For one who formerly stood Candidate For Wit and Sense with Men of highest Rate Apostatizes from his former Acts And from his own Cambyses Fame detracts No more in Verse his Mighty Talent shows But Libels Princes with Malitious Prose This Man in Cornhill if you chance to meet Or near the Middle of Threadneedle-street Know 't is to pay his Homage
thousand more To thee young G y I 'll some small Toy present For you with any thing may be content Then take the Knife with which I cut my Corns 'T will serve to pare and sharp your Lordsh Horns That you may rampant M push and gore Till he shall leave your House and change his Whore On top of Monument let my Head stand It self a Monument where first began The Flame that has endanger'd all the Land But first to Titus let my Ears be thrown For he 't is thought will shortly have his own I leave old Baxter my invenom'd Teeth To bite and poison all the Bishops with Item I leave my Tongue to wise Lord N To help him bring his what-de-call-ums forth 'T will make his Lordship utter Treason clear And he in time may speak like Noble Peer My Squinting Eyes let Ignoramus wear That they may this way look and that way swear Let the Cits take my Nose because 't is sed That by the Nose I them have always led But for their Wives I nothing now can spare For all my Live's time they have had their share Let not my Quarters stand on City Gate Lest they new Sects and â—actions do create For certainly the Presbyterian Wenches In Dirt will fall to Idolize my Haunches But that I may to my old Friend be Civil Let some Witch make them Mummy for the Dev. To good King Charles I leave though faith 't is pity A pois'ned Nation and deluded City Seditions Clamours Murmures Jealousies False Oaths Sham-Stories and Religious Lies There 's one thing still which I had quite forgot To him I leave the Carcass of my Plot In a Consumption the poor thing doth lie And when I 'm gone t will pine away and die Let Jenkins in a Tub my worth declare And let my Life be writ by Harry Care And if my Bowels in the Earth find room Then let these Lines be writ upon their Tomb. An Epitaph upon his Bowels YE Mortal Whigs for Death prepare For mighty Tapski's Guts lie here Will his great Name keep sweet d'y ' think For certainly his Intrals stink Alas 't is but a foolish pride To out-sin all mankind beside When such Illustrious Garbage must Be mingled with the Common dust False Nature That could thus delude The Cheater of the Multitude That put his Toughts upon the Wing And egg'd him on to be a King See now to what an use She puts His Noble great and little Guts Tapski who was a man of Wit Had Guts for other uses fit Though Fiddle strings they might not be Because he hated Harmony Yet for Black puddings they were good Their Master did delight in Blood Of this they should have drank their fill King Cyrus did not fare so ill Poor Guts could this have been your hap Sheriff Bethel might have got a snap But now at York his Guts must rumble Since you into a hole did tumble The Case is Alter'd now Or the Conversion of Anthony King of Poland published for satisfaction of the Sanctified Brethren EV'n as a Lyon with his Paws up-rear'd As he would tear in pieces all the Herd So of late days you Whigs as Rampant were An honest Tory scarce to speak did dare Nay it was almost an offensive thing The Bell-man scarce dar'd cry God save the King Thou my dear Titus and the Popish Plot Did'st fire my Zeal and make my Head so hot That then I whisper'd loud unto the Nation Now now 's the Nick of Time for Reformation You hufft and hector'd at a mighty rate When Parliaments of your own Mettle sate As if you had o're-grown the King and Laws And were beginning a New Good Old Cause But Remedy in Season did appear And stop't the Fury of your hot Carrear Thus for a while I danc'd to my own Pipe Till I was grown Association ripe But then Addresses from each County came And Loyalty did soon put out the Flame Then was the time that Tyburn claim'd his due But had it not for want of such as You Yet it had some small satisfaction giv'n By the deserved Death of Traitor Stephen Cabals and Factious Clubs so rife were grown And old Rebellious Seed so thick were â—own I hop'd e'er this the day would be my own In Coffe Houses you did domineer Aud pratled Treason without Wit or Fear Reason and Loyalty you over-rul'd And settled Nations whilst your Coffee cool'd The point you argued with a surly Face And he that did not yield and give you Place Was term'd by you a Tory void of Grace One House one Town one Kingdom scarce could hold Tory and Whig Sir Whig was grown so bold For this Recital Sirs pray do not blame us We ne'er baulk't Justice by our Ignoramus No no you meant no Harm I oft was told No more did your Rebelling Sires of old Thus for a while with Factious Rage you burn'd But Heav'n be thank'd the Scales at last are turn'd The Wheel at length is mov'd a little round And its worst Pieces lowest to the Ground The State has found a way to cool our Feavors Quench our new Lights and curb our strong Endeavours And we are taught Complyance with more ease To What and When and how the King shall please We to your Private Meetings now can come And seize your Holder forth and send you home Meet You at Guild-hall or elsewhere and then Help You make Choice of Loyal Honest Men. The Memory and Name of Moor be blest That Loyal President for all the rest Let Faction cease and Loyalty get Ground Till not one Whig be in the Nation found Then we'el rejoice as in the Days of Yore And Salamancka's shall be known no more The King of Poland's Last Speech to his Countrey-men I Know you hope all once to be Great Men of Note and Majesty For this our now Supremacy Is Nonsence Why should one Man for ever sway A Scepter who 's but made of Clay Why may not we our selves obey In Conscience But now 't is come Alas we see That all our Fame turns Infamy Ah! such a thing is Policy With Tories The buzzing Jealousies and Fears Into the Peoples list'ning Ears For all those many busie years Are Stories Since in late Plots w'have gone astray 'T is time to look another way And not in such a Case delay 'T will harm us No doubt y'have heard of Forty One Of all the Prancks that then were done And of the happy Conquest won Let 's arm us And play those very Cards agen For all those Antients were but Men Five Israelites may well beat ten Philistines Let 's cry Oppression through the Town Oppression of the Court and Gown And raise in Tumult every Clown To Listings We 'll first expose the Laws to Shame And next the Loyal Part defame If Good or Bad they 'r all the same No odds make Yet let Religion be the Word To shade Rebellion and the Sword Then play the Divel under board For God's
Flame Which Millions now do seek in vain Eternal Penance now 's thy Fate For having wept and sigh'd too late That short remorse that thou didst flie Is chang'd into Eternity Neglected Mercy hath no room When Justice once has fixt his Doom Prevent them timely by thy Care That endless Penance of Despair Then weep betimes your Tears here may Turn Night into Eternal Day It 's only they have power to move And turn God's Blessing into Love If by the Virtue of his Grace Thou shewest them a proper place Which grant we may for Christ's sake Majesty in Misery Or an Imploration to the KING of Kings Written by His late Majesty King CHARLES the First in his durance at Carisbroke Castle 1648. GReat Monarch of the World from whose Arm springs The Potency and Power of Kings Record the Royal Woe My Sufferings And teach my Tongue that ever did confine Its Faculties in Truth 's Seraphick Line To track the Treasons of Thy Foes and Mine Nature and Law by Thy Divine Decree The only Work of Righteous Loyalty With this dim Diadem invested Me. With it the sacred Scepter purple Robe Thy holy Unction and the Royal Globe Yet I am levell'd with the Life of Job The fiercest Furies that do daily tread Vpon My Grief My Gray Discrowned Head Are those that owe My Bounty for their Bread They raise a War and Christen It the CAUSE Whilst Sacrilegious Persons have Applause Plunder and Murther are the Kingdom 's Laws Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation Revenge and Robery are Reformation Oppression gains the name of Sequestration My Loyal Subject who in this bad Season Attended me by the Law of God and Reason They dare Impeach and punish for High-Treason Next at the Clergy do their Furies frown Pious Episcopacy must go down They will destroy the Crozier and the Crown Church-men are chain'd and Schismaticks are freed Mechanicks preach and Holy Fathers bleed The Crown is crucified with the Creed The Church of England does all Faction foster The Pulpit is usurpt by each Imposter Ex tempore excludes the Pater Noster The Presbyter and Independent's Seed Springs from broad blades to make Religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed The Corner Stone 's misplac'd by every Pavier With such a bloody Method and Behaviour Their Ancestors did crucifie our Saviour My Royal Consort from whose Fruitful Womb So many Princes legally have come Is forc'd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb. Great Britain's Heir is forced into France Whilst on his Father's Head his Foes advance Poor Child He weeps out his Inheritance With My own Power My Majesty they wound In the King's Name the King Himself 's uncrownd So doth the Dust destroy the Diamond With Propositions daily they inchant My Peoples Ears such as due Reason daunt And the Almighty will not let Me grant They promise to erect My Royal Stem To make Me Great â— ' advance my Diadem If I will first fall down and Worship Them But for Refusal they devour My Thrones Distress My Children and destroy My Bones I fear they 'll force Me to make Bread of Stones My Life they prize at such a slender Rate That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate To prove the KING a Traitor to the State Felons attain more Priviledge than I They are allow'd to Answer e'er they dye 'T is Death to Me to ask the Reason why But Sacred Saviour with Thy Words I woo Thee to forgive and not be bitter to Such as Thou know'st do not know what they do For since they from the LORD are so disjoynted As to contemn the Edict He appointed How can they prize the Power of his Anointed Augment My Patience nullifie My Hate Preserve My Issue and inspire My Mate Yet though We perish bless this Church and State Vota dabunt quae Bella negarunt Interrogatories Or a Dialogue between WHIG and TORY Whig WHat is term'd Popery Tory. To Depose a King W. What 's true Presbytery T. To Act the Thing W. What 's our best way to thorough Reformation T. By Lies and Fables to embroil the Nation W. Of Sin what 's greatest T. Perjury W. What then of Perjuries the worst T. By Hired Men. W. What Hired Perjury doth God most abhorr T. That which Religion feigns pretences for W. When doth this Crime portend a Kingdom 's â—all T. When countenanc'd 't is Epidemical W. What follows from degrading a Successor T. A Right of next Dethroning a Possessor W. When shall free Subjects be no more opprest T. When once they know what 't is they'd have redrest W. When shall sweet Concord our lost Peace repair T. When Covenant agrees with Common Prayer W. When shall the Brethren cease to groan T. When Eighty Two returns to Forty One W. Of all Mankind what 's the most Injur'd thing T. T is a French Subject or God save King On the Relief of Vienna a Hymn for the True-Protestants REnown'd be Christian Arm The Turkish Whigs be damn'd And lousie Holwel in their Head Who our blue Saints has shamm'd II. These are your precious Rogues Rather than not Rebel Against their Lawful Prince and God They 'l joyn the Devil of Hell III. These are your True-blue-men Who Persecution cry When They with Julian their old Friend The Christian God defie IV. But he has found an Arm To do the Royal Work And vindicate Himself against True-Protestant and Turk V. 'T was a true Christian Prince That made him know His pleasure And taught the Villains what is due Both to their GOD and CESAR VI. God bless our good King CHARLES And JAMES His own dear Brother And may they both live long live long To Sucour one another VII God bless the King of Poland too And every Christian KING The Name is sacred Hang the Dogs Who do not love the Thing A Narrative of the Popish Plot shewing the cunning Contrivance thereof The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses do fire How subtly they Plot the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain I. GOod People I pray give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey of his Death I must sing For how e'er they disguis'd we plainly can see Who murder'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my story if any man doubt W'have witnesses ready to swear it all out II. At Somerset-house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most fitting did seem For thither much People be freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to Post And shifted so often t 'had like t'
since Has wash'd away his Faults in Humble penitence And by a true Confession Of others Treason and his own With his most Gracious Prince may for the last Atone I wave the former since he justly dy'd And by his Death has satisfy'd But he has to himself been more unkind And his own Libel left behind Next Sydney comes a Name In brave Sir Philip known to Fame For Perfect Wit and Loyalty Though now by Algernoon mark'd with so black a Dye As does almost Eclipse the Fame of his Great Ancestry Hambden the last the worthy Son Of him well known in Forty One Grand Patron of the Canting Tribe How shall I thee Describe None can draw thee according to thy due But he that has the knack to Hang and Quarter too VI. These and a num'rous Train of many more Their dark Designs did secretly contrive Till Keeling who did long Connive To sound their depth and number all their store Broke forth shone like Gold a midst the Ore Against his Conscience nothing cou'd prevail Not Life and Int'rest in the other Scale All other by-concerns he laid aside And fix'd his mind with Noble Pride Upon a Name so Good and Great As sole Preserver of the Church and State What Thanks for such Obligement shall we bring Our Fortune and our Lives we owe For what you did on us bestow What then for our Religion and our King Take first our Hearts while we can only Pray God and his great Vice-gerent will repay VII And now the Horrid Plot appears Writ in the blackest Characters And ev'ry Page some Bloody Title bears Seditions Treasons Massacres What in a King so Good what cou'd they see To Arm that numerous Conspiracy Against so mild a Majesty Which like the Sun its beams does wear Not to Consume but Warm and Cheer Blest Prince and canst Thou still Dispence To this unthankful Land thy Gracious Influence Still canst Thou shed thy Favours upon those That are the near Relations of thy Foes Brave Capel and Southampton on this Hand Essex and Russel on the other stand He turn'd from these and fix'd his Princely view Upon the Nobler Object of the two And as he look'd on all their Friends his willing Favours threw Let Russel's Wife said he unpitty'd go But shall Southamptons Daughter fall so low Essex his Son shou'd want 't is true But what shall then Brave Capel's Grand-son do In his Indulgent Memory So long great Virtues live so soon Offences dye VIII Yet him thus justly fam'd for mildness of His Reign The Bloody Faction dooms to dye And to Enhance their Cruelty Wou'd in his Royal Brother Murder him again His Royal Brother who had always bin A Partner of the Troubles He was in Of all his dangers bore a share And still with him Joynt-Sufferer Ev'n him their Hellish rage Assails The Hercules that when our Atlas fails Must with his Shoulders prop the sinking state And beat unmov'd the mighty weight With them the Loyal all the Good and Great Must meet an unrelenting Fate For those by strong Antipathy they hate IX Nor can the Church escape this Cursed Band What once was to the worst a Sanctuary Can to its self no refuge be That with the State does always fall or stand And may both stand till Time it self has end And still each other mutually defend For whilst with open Force or secret Hate The two extreams assault the State The English Church keeps on her steady pace Fix'd in the middle Virtues place Nor e're Rebell'd against the Throne Under whose Gracious shade 't was planted and has grown But as the Ivy with whose Verdant Boughs Her Learned Sons may justly wreath their Bows Does round the Elm its loving Branches twine And when the Axe its kind support assails That also feels the Stroke and with it fails So while the Church and State their strict Embraces joyn The same rude Blow that over-turns the Crown Strikes its lov'd Partner too hews her down X. Ah! wretched England how art Thou The Worlds late Envy made its Laughter now Is' t not enough that Forreign Foes Disturb thy quiet and thy Peace oppose But must thy Children like young Vipers tear The womb which did them bear Hast thou so few abroad that Thou must be Thy own most dreadful Enemy At length Unhappy Land thy Errours view And give to Caesar and to God their due Leave Factious Arts nor let so stale a Cheat Twice in one Age impose upon the State Murmur no more when you shou'd Thanks repay And value Mercies least they fly away For they who spurn at God deserve to suffer worse And Blessings when abus'd oft turn into a Curse A Pindarique Ode upon His Majesties Review of His Forces at Putney-Heath I. THou more than happy Plain Thus honour'd with this Glorious Train The Awful Monarch of Blest Albion's Isle With all His Martial Pomp around Thus Circled and thus more than Crown'd A Sight would make even wither'd Autumn And the proud Thames in passing by smile Th' August Solemnity With a slow Ebb his Rowling waves convey Down to their Mother SEA To pay their Humbler Homage to th' Ador'd Great Charles the Sea Dread Sovereign Lord. Imperial CAESAR here Does no Associating Senates fear These Loyal Walls of Steel untainted stand Whilst faithless Capitols with Royal Gore Schism Sacriledge and Treason blotted o're Eternal Shame and Deathless Infamy shall brand No more are our Battalions led By an ungrateful Brutus in their Head Th' avenging Deity from that high Sphere Has thrown the falling Lucifer And the Great Heir of that Immortal Man Monk who our Sun 's bright Phosphor first began To mend the broken Wheels and set the vast Machine Of Monarchy a moving once again Now wields the Royal Sword To Guard that Majesty's Renown'd Sire restor'd II. Let the Old Roman Triumphs boast no more Their Costly Pomp of Yore What were their Golden Chariots What Those Shining Scenes of State Or'e Vassals Heads They only Rode O're Prostrate Hearts we 'll Mount our Driving GOD. Whilst Heccatombs of offer'd Souls shall come With one Rich Incense One Persume Till Towring to the Sky The Universal Great Oblation fly The Roman Eagles all Out-soar'd Outvy'd Their Pageants all their gilded Pride A Trajan Column or Egyptian Pyramide Poor Piles of Earth and Monuments of Clay Far far beneath the Rites we Pay When our united Shouts Vows Prayers all Circling round his Head Their more then Coronation Drops shall Shed Whilst the Victorious Charles shall March Under that Brightest Greatest most Divine Triumphal Arch. III. And Sacred Charles to Crown this Glorious Day Loud let Thy Canons roar so Bright thy Bannors play And hold thy Glittering Brandish't Sword so High Till Treasons Awed and Silenced lye Till Bursting Envy dye Till the Dread Sight alone Has that intire and Bloodless Conquest won Shall make the Hissing Tongues of Murmur All husht into a Calm and Dazled into Peace Thus Conquering thy Halcyon Reign
wicked Satyr's way of Bruital Love Hence forth he 'l have a Smarter Rod in Pickle For such Debaucher's of 's dear Conventicle From such Vile Cells as from Contagion flee Such Deeds were ne're seen in Monast'ry Believe it to th' Eternal shame of Meetings Nor in our Churches are such Carnal Greetings Then prithee disaffected Cit Comply With Law and thou'lt enjoy thy Liberty Securely live beneath thy Vine at ease Thy Credit and thy Fortune will increase Be Loyal and defend the Kings Just Right Ne're read a Factious Pamphlet with delight Ne're feed on Horse-flesh nor read vain Discourses 'Twixt Charing-Cross your Wool-Church-Horses Ne're have a Vicious thought ' gainst Majesty But let all Treason-Talkers silenc'd be Those Vermin that do girn at Monarchy Oppose their barking and let the World know You can be honest if you would be so The Comet that appear'd did sure portend That all your Factions here will have an end And Zealous Conventiclers will then amend On the KINGS most Happy and Miraculous Deliverance at Newmarket SO Weapons prosper which are form'd ' gainst Heaven Or it is Vicegerent Heavens peculiar Care To whom are more then Vulgar Blessings given And fire has sav'd whom men more Cruel wou'd not spare Some greater Genius him defends By mighty means for mighty ends And makes his Foes his Footstool be Or what his Goodness more Delights to see Makes them his Friends II. Nor do we more Congratulate The present safety of the State Then future Peace which we anticipate Now Treasonous Arts are so Expos'd to view The Plots as soon as hatch'd are blasted too Popery's coming in they well might cry Whose Methods wou'd fulfil the Prophecy Nor did they cheat the World who took such Pain The Jealousies they rais'd shou'd not be vain First Arbitrary Power must down Meaning the Crown Then must some Minister be in Disgrace Because a Rebel wants his place More Liberty the People crave Yet know not how to use that which they have Next that Mens Properties secur'd must be They'd made the King a Property What monstrous Blessings wou'd a Change create Might Atheists mend the Church and Knaves the State But shall we twice be gull'd by one pretence With our Allegiance have we lost our Sense These very Tricks ruin'd us once before Curse of such Arts which now are Arts no more All that is envy'd still attend the Throne And him that sits Thereon But when these Earthly Gods shall die like Men. Let only Nature then Nature the Rule of him by whom Kings Reign Appoint who next shall grace truth Maintain Many Names of Matchless Heroes of this Race Distinguish happy times till time it self shall cease A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of ORMOND Qua nihil majus meliusve Terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt Quamvis redeant in Aurum Tempora priscum Horat. MYRTILLO ALEXIS MYRTILLO IF loaded Eye-lids and a clouded Brow Cross'd Arms and rising Sighs great Sorrow shew And if one Friend may know anothers care Why these sad Marks does my Alexis wear ALEXIS Alas Myrtillo cast thy eyes around And tell me what like comfort 's to be found The Sun has not sent forth one chearful Ray But worn a Cloud of Mourning all the day See how our drooping Flocks no Pastures heed But bleat about us and neglect to feed Let Nature look in all her Orders sad Nor Envy dare to shew it if she 's glad Since nothing nothing now can Joy restore For Fate has struck and Pyrrha is no more MYRTILLO Pyrrha for whom our daily vows we pay'd And best-lov'd Younglings on the Altar lay'd For whose long Well-fare Life and happy State All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait Whose Virtue Nymphs were taught to copy young For 't was the Theme of ev'ry Shepherds Song Has Fate at last prevail'd And is SHE gone O whither now shall many wretched run The Injur'd for Redress the Poor for Aid Worth for Reward or Grief to be allay'd Since Justice Pity Bounty quits our Plains But Sorrow grows Eternal and remains ALEXIS As full blown Flow'rs that long have deck'd the ground And with their Odours fill'd the Air 〈◊〉 Bend down their heads at last to Mother Earth And fade away though to a second 〈◊〉 Or as tall Caedars who admir'd have stood For many years the Glory of the Wâ—â—â— â—inding in time their sacred Roots decay Are by the next rude tempest torn away So flourish'd Pyâ—rha and as high did rise Adorn'd the Farth and seem'd to reach the Skies Fair without blemish Lofty without Pride But Oh! the Tempest rose and Pyrrha dy'd Gone then 's all Spring now Winter's only ours Sighs rise like Storms and Tears must fall like Showers MYRTILLO If full of Years and Honours Pyrrha fell Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell While to a nobler work our minds we raise Suspend our Sorrows and Proclaim Her Praise ALEXIS As round Heaven's Throne whole Choirs of Angels throng Yet all their Triumph's one Eternal Song So here on Earth should Pyrrah's Praises last Till Time 's no more and Natures works lie wast MYRTILLO Ten let us tune our Reeds Thou first the Lay Begin Our Flocks shall listen and I 'll play So up to Pyrrha's Fame our Notes we 'll raise Suspend our Sorrows and proclaim her Praise ALEXIS Mean time ye boundless Winds your Gusts forbear And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear Keep back ye Rivers and forbear to run Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's â—ame be done Then let each wind bear it where-e'r it blows Catch it ye Hills and Valleys as it goes With your assenting Ecchoes in the close Murmur it Floods as to your Seas ye creep And with It add new Wonders to the Deep For the Renown of Pyrrha's Name shall last Till Time 's no more and Natures Works lie wast MYRTILLO On then ALEXIS As Stars before the rising day Seem in their Orbs to sink and dive away So all the Nymphs upon our sertile Plains Though proud and cruel to their sighing Swains When Pyrrha's pow'rful Charms approach'd they fail'd And any Satyr might have then prevail'd So much in blooming Youth cou'd she surprize Sh 'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes Come then ye Nymphs of Arcadia draw near Weep round her Earth and all your Garlands tear For Pyrrha's Beauty once no Equal knew But Fate has seiz'd Her now and must have You. MYRTILLO Pyrrha's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove And sir'd at last Alâ—anders Hearâ— with Love The Nymph found Him a Tryumph worth Her Charms And She alone was sit to fill His Arms Many did either Conquest wish t'haâ— made But only They each other could 〈◊〉 For in her Form did Nature seem improv'd And He was fram'd to Love and be Belov'd Therefore Heav'n smil'd and all the Stars look'd kind When Pyrrha Alcander's Hearts were joyn'd ALEXIS Who has not heard of great Alcander's Name So long