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The Description of the coronation of His Sacred Majesty K. James II. and his illustrious consort Queen Mary celebrated on the 23th day of April, 1685 : with a brief account of the famous fire-works, which were upon the Thames, April the 24th.
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The Description of the CORONATION Of His Sacred MAJESTY K. JAMES II. And His Most ILLUSTRIOUS CONSORT Queen MARY Celebrated on the 23 th Day of April 1685. With a Brief Account of the Famous FIRE-WORKS Which were upon the Thames April the 24 th A POEM MY Ravish'd Muse in such bright Mazes dance So Rapture-struck and all dissolv'd in Trance That I her Pensel but in vain provoke To shadow out the Visionary Stroak Since She like Angels that above the Blest Feels Extasies too high to be exprest Nor blame the Muse that would this Subject shun Poets Limners should not meddle with Perfection All common stroaks their stinted Art may draw Whilst a Bright Vision keeps the Hand in aw And if th' Original they don't Transcend They only Libel what they would commend And who can add one little common Ray To the gay Splendor of this Happy Day A Day that no Hyperbole can Grace The only Paint that Beautifies a POEMS Face Hail Happy Day A Day so long Renown'd For Holy GEORGE and several Monarchs Crown'd Tho' now thy former Glories disappear As twinkling Stars when Day 's bright Gods draw near Yet greater Honours in their room are given From Earth's ray Calander thou art transcrib'd to that of Heav'n Long hast thou worn red Characters below But now the Gods will keep thee Holy too Tho' the Morn was spread with rebel show'rs of rain Yet Jove's kind hand soon forc'd them back again And now the Sun which long did Mourning wear Does in his Noblest Gayest Robes appear Whilst on Heav'ns brow no Cloudy frowns were seen But as the First-day Pleasant and Serene The gazing Gods throw those dark Screens away That they this Sight the Clearer might Survey But if the Sun had layn a bed 'till now Without his aid we 'd seen the Glorious Show The Souls of Kings and Heroes Blest above With Choirs of shining Spirits hither move Mantled in Rays of Light ne'r seen 'till now On wings of Joy they hover to and fro Follow'd by Chariots so Divinely bright To which the Sun but Darkness is and Night Or had this fail'd we might the Prospect take From the great Splendor which the Court did make As when we would the Richest Jewels try We need but their own Light to know them by Hark! what soft Aires and Raptures fill the Skies Perform'd by Infinite Choires of Deities Whilst Mortals too their rural Musick mix And with their Concord the Charm'd Planets fix Now Guardian-Angels quit their wasted Care And slie in Troops to Guild the London Air. Where Aeolus too in gentle Breezes hast Loaded with all the Odours of the East The Essence of each Fragrant Flower He brings And hovers o'er us with His Balmy Wings The Gods owe much to Bounteous Nature too From whose Rich Bosom several Treasures flow For had She Awkward been They had been set To the Expence of greater Wonders yet But hold where does my forward Pensel run To end the Day before 't is scarce begun Early I rose this Triumph to attend And saw the Royal Pair the Boat ascend Whose Sacred Presence such Devotion strike Poets themselves want Skill to feign the like By slow degrees on Silver Thames they road She as a Goddess He so like a God That I with Moses wisht an Interposing Cloud Objects so Bright should put on a Disguise Least the Adorers faint beneath the Rays In the same Sphere two mighty Suns behold Each of which does contain a Heav'nly World And did the Persians see this Royal Pair They 'ld slight their God and pay their Homage here He that has try'd to fix his daring Eyes On that vast Light which Guilds the Morning Skies Will find it yet more daz'ling to Survey This Pair of Suns this double Deity The rest o' th' Court I with more ease could view Yet they made more than Humane Figures too With Radiant Jewels being cover'd all o'er Half the Worlds Wealth with its Pride they bore Scarlet beneath the Massy-Lace was hid With Imag'ry o'er Splended Tissue spread Here the Fair Sexes Art and Patience see Emblem'd in ev'ry Rich Embroiderie Eight hideous Weeks which most should Work they strove Neglecting all the while their Health and Love And the green Girls preparing for the Day Made themselves Pale to make their Lovers gay On THAMES see numerous shining Vessels move Which dance like some transported Orphean Grove And like the Spheres their Artful measures take From the soft Musick their own motions make But when all did in one close Body meet They look'd like some new-built Elisian-street Or as if the highest Heav'n came down Fraughted Gems for his dear JAMES's Crown An earnest of His brighter last Eternal one Blest Thames hadst thou a Tongue thy bliss to own My Muse had not then made her weakness known But since imperfect signs thy thoughts declare I dare intrude as thy Interpreter Hail Sacred Princes thrice she seems to say Whom Instinct makes ev'n senseless nhings obey Your Royal Barge on my soft Bosom made The happy'd wound that Water ever had Vnder whose weight may I for ever live But Oh that wish You cannot like forgive Long may You wear that Antient Potent Crown Which now Great Sir You 're going to put on And may Your Sacred Glorious Scepter stand For ever firm and easie in Your Hand Your Crown too Mighty Queen long may You wear And be as Happy as You 're Good and Foir And when You 'll late be pleas'd t' inrich the Skie May some kind Stars exhale me too on high Where if the Gods so please may I reside Your fix'd and everlasting Pyramyde In the mean while close by Your Palace side I will with soft and constant numbers Glide The common Frowns which Nature bid me wear Shall at Your awful Presence disappear At that Command I 'll henceforth Ebb and â—low And will no Neptune Sir no Thâ—tis Madom own but You. This Speech being finisht she resign'd her care To the now Honour'd Ground of Westminster Where lo the Earth is ready to unfold That Pomp the Sea too narrow was to hold But Cloaths of State o're all the ground being spread This doleful Speech the sighing Tellus made What have I done ye Gods that I must meet This curst Exclusion from my Sov'reigns Feet Must I sustain more than half Europ's weight Without the just return of viewing it 〈…〉 whâ—â—ver did these Coverings lay 〈◊〉 spoil the greatest Wonder of this day 〈…〉 my wrong'd Bosom lie 〈◊〉 â—iâ—h all her Summer Treasury 〈…〉 â—â—lâ—ghting on great CAESAR's Road 〈◊〉 Sweets to spread her self abroad 〈◊〉 Hâ—ed she had been Proud to meet â—e 〈◊〉 from Your Royal Feet 〈…〉 she 'd something more to say 〈◊〉 Tryumps bore the sound away â—â—mâ—â—ous Crouds both far near were seen 〈◊〉 streets seem'd Pav'd houses Tyl'd with Men 〈◊〉 with the Fair Sex appear'd more bright 〈◊〉 with hard gazing fed their eager sight â—â—gh'd wisht did the rest in dreams at night … dy prest they did one Mass appear â—hen bright James his fair Queen drew near 〈◊〉 â—â—ghty â—ulk did its own self divide 〈◊〉 made a Golden Wall on either side 〈◊〉 which they to the Princes Chamber past â—â—ke Repose for Gods themselves must rest 〈◊〉 havinâ—â—â—s some short Refection 〈◊〉 Glorious proper Robes of State put on 〈◊〉 Ably now where Pomp and Tryumph waits … ld the Royal God-like CANDIDATES 〈◊〉 after numerous Ceremonies past 〈◊〉 … notion Oaths c. which several hours did last 〈◊〉 Sacred Heads receiv'd the Imperial Crown 〈◊〉 CANTERBVY's happy hand set on 〈◊〉 â—an what bliss hast thou receiv'd this hour 〈◊〉 … t couldst thou wish or could Heav'd give thee 〈◊〉 more Th'exact Description of the Cavalcade And the bright Figures eâ—'ry Order made What hands the Scepter Sword Staff 〈…〉 Or who Curtana or the Spurs did bear Or by what Peers the Crowns supported 〈…〉 What Favourites next the Presence did 〈…〉 Or what bright Youhs bore up the 〈…〉 How from the Temple to the Hall They 〈…〉 Where waited for them a Stupendious 〈…〉 What Hecatomb fell Victory to Their Board Or what vast Seas of Wine it did afford And lastly how with the vast Infinite 〈…〉 They to White-Hall now Crown'd 〈…〉 Are Thames that would a mighty Voluâ—◠〈◊〉 Nor is' t a Poets but the Heralds task Besides it would more charge of time require Then now my niggard Fate is pleas'd 〈…〉 But having yet Survey'd the Court alone I now would make the Peoples transpâ—â—ts 〈◊〉 But I alass want Language to express my own Ten thousand Bells in one loud Consort 〈…〉 Both Earth and Heaven it self to Entâ—â—◠〈…〉 Sure for this Reason they were rais'd on 〈◊〉 That the Gods might the better hear 〈…〉 The Pleasant Musicks nimble foot steps hâ—â—e Passing Harmoniously from Sphere to Sphere Which now the Starry Battlements has sound Which Hark reverberates and multiplies 〈◊〉 They Mans Officious and Injurious call Who interpos'd the design'd Miracle For Joy their useless Rapes away they'lâ— throw And Musick on their own aâ—cord bestow Next Loyal Fires the Peoples Offerings see Like Burning Groves raising their Heads on high As if this night was destin'd to devour What was design'd for the next Winter Store See how it Roars as if 't had an intent To reach the Stagerytes Fictitious Element Whilst on Thames too they such vast Fire-works make That all her Streams seem but one Flaming Lake The Frightned Gods thinking their Skies on Fire For safety to the farthest Heav'ns retire They fear'd another Race of Gyants rose Who now had Fire instead of Mountains chose But when Discreeter Gods saw the intent Instead of Thunder and Revenge they sent A Herald to proclaim this Complement Blest Change And now the Heav'nly Powers rejoyce That England does approve of their Wise Choice And to its Throne wrong'd Loyalty restore Where Treason stretch'd its ugly Limbs before Being Loyal grown Your Bliss is now compleat For You before all Blessings had but That This day you 've Crown'd a King whose God-like Reign Restores you the Blest Golden Age again FINIS Printed by Nathan Thompson at the Entrance into Old Spring-garden near Charing-cross 1685.