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Poems lyrique, macaronique, heroique, &c. by Henry Bold ...
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Bold, Henry, 1627-1683.
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Wing B3473; ESTC R18476
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Now custom summons me with every man As springs pay Tribute to the Ocean To make Returnes and offer at that shrine Whence I derive that all I dare call mine And as in duty bound should thither come Not with a single gift but Hecatombe See the Stenography of Dearth and Scant Some want no store and I no store of want And can but this advantage gain thereby To priviledge my down right Poetry Oh could rime pay my scores or make amends I 'de have such verses at my Fingers Ends As without byting Knuckles should distill Hâ—d I steadily my Wit at will Till mountedâ—n â—n the spreading wings of Famâ— You should triumphant ride your vast name Be Eccho'd till it had reacht either Pole And so become immortal as your Soul Or were I rich but this age will not yeild More Argent to me then my Griffon's Field Or could he with his display'd Sable Wing As Pegasus did once create a Spring Which like Pecâ—olus with it's silver streams Should stil bring fresh supplies to mine extrems Had I this wish my Chief should never view A Moyle but Argent and imbordur'd too But oh this will not do no stock can serve To Pay or Praise you so as you Deserve A Frolick to W. M. Esq Returnd from France 1. OH for a Bowle whose wide capâ—cious fraught Was never fathom'd by a Poets draught To welcome Moyles return I 'de drink it up Of thanks the day should be of grace the cup. 2. I 'de court the driery Sea-gods now to send Their Ocean in a frolick while each friend Of Moyles shall suck it to an Ebb and they With tears of joy augment it's flow agen 3. Moyle whom so oft we fancy'd it our bowles Thy very name reviv'd our duller Souls And lent so kind a flavor to the wine It relish't good or bad as th' health was thine 4. Thou travelst not like those who only know To spit at wine to beat a drawer or so To ruffle Boot-hose-tops or pleat a Cuff Or set a Circumcised Cod-piece off 5. No thou art better bred thou went'st to view Strang manners lik'st the best learnd'st them too Our glorious envy though we cannot tell How much thou improv'dst thy parts we know how well 6. Hence at my noble Moyles return from France The winds did whistle to the waves to dance The sea-nymphs sung and seem'd to wanton more Then when the courtly floods Leander bore 7. But had they known as I how fair a shrine Thou cam'st t' adore Hero's being dull to â—hine Th 'ad snatcht thee from her while each rival she Had in her calme embraces swallow'd thee 8. Now happy pair where every mutual kiss Informs what pain it is to want that bliss The graces guard her while each muse shall be Or drunk in fancy or in Love with thee The Hang-mans Motto upon Burning the Covenant BEhold the Covenant and Kingdom quit That first set this on fire now this sets it Rebellion to the sin of Witchcraft turn'd The Covenant doing thus was therefore Burn'd The Covenant God bless us was an Oath Like a god-dam'-me to a Faith and Troth TO His Sacred Majesty Charles the II. At His happy Return SO comes the Sun after a half-years night To the Be-numb'd and Frozen Muscovite As we Britain's Influence welcome you Who are our Light our Life and Glory too Your Presence is so Soveraign counter Fate It makes alone our Island Fortunate Whilst we like Eastern Priests the night being done Fall down and Worship You our Rising Sun But As Devotes of old did use to stay Below the Font nor durst approach to lay Their Duties on the Sacred â—hrine so I Not qâ—alifi'd for the Solemnity Of Offering at Your Altar stand at door And wish as much as they who give you more May You live long and happy to improve In Strangers Envy in Your Subjects Love And marry'd may Your Computation run Even as Time for every year a Son Until Your Royal Off-spring grow to be The Hope and Pride of all Posterity May every Joy and every choice Content Be trebled on You what e're was meant My Soveraign's care trouble may it prove Quiet and Calm as are th' Effects of Love Last having liv'd a Patern of such worth As never any Age did yet bring forth Ascend to Heaven where th' Eternal Throne Crown You with Grace shall Grace You with a Crown St. George's Day Sacred to the Coronation of his Most Excellent Majesty Charles the II. By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. TRiumphs and Halelujahs let us Sing Hallowing the Day to our three Kingdom'd King Thus Vpper-Jove once when secur'd and free From Heaven-assayling Gigantomachie Conven'd the gods at his commanding call Like Charles and 's Peers at George's Festival 'Twixt Those and These there is but one Remove Lievetenants here to the Supreme above St. George for England Andrew Dennis They Are but as Vigils to our Holy-Day A Roman Triumph is Compar'd to This A Whitson Ale A meer Parenthesis Scarce hath the lazy Sun his Circuit gone But Revolution Revolution Our King Proclam'd Restor'd and Crown'd A Year Like Plato's sets us Even as we Were Blest be the Time oh may it henceforth be Calendar'd Englands Year of Jubilie For ever Sacred to the Crown of Charles And early Fame o th' Arch Duke's Albemarles He that does claim the Ends o th' Earth his Own May boast more Kingdomes but not such a Crown A Crown which o're your fairer Temples hurl'd As Drake did once encircles all the World Thanks to th' Eternal Powers who preserv'd For You so Long what You so soon deserv'd Shame on the Vile-Vsurpers what their Source Of violence sway'd your patience won perforce When they were dy'd in grain with Royal-Blood And nothing was but as they made it good When Hell had so enhanc'd Rebellion To Kill the Heir and take Possession Oh 't is Forgiven may it be Forgot He came to 's own they receiv'd him not When we o th' Loyal in despair were hurl'd As if your Kingdoms were not of this World When doubts and horror as at Day of Doom Come Had seiz'd us all then lo Your Kingdomes See! where He 's Crown'd A King of Kings like Saul As Proper too it may be not so Tall. As Glorious as the Sun on Easter Day â—â—rke like the Morning-Star does gild the Way Glocester's translated to another Sphere To Celebrate a Coronation There â— sacred Treason to His Brother Prince â—eizing His Birth-right and Preheminence â—e took Possession first receiv'd a Crown â—oâ—-like-to-fade an Everlasting One. â—s if the Grand Disposer had assign'd â—ternity to Heirs by Gavel-kinde But He that Wisht Himself and Heir were gods The next Son King of France as no great odds Had he but known the Wealths your Nations bear T' had been his Wish t' have Liv'd a Subject Here When the Great Lord of Light with 's fiery