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
1680. GO Best in all that 's good We cannot bear The Radiant Lustre of thy Virtues here Owls hate the Sun Dark Deeds abhor the Light Ills appear worse still by their Opposite Obey thy Heavenly in thy Earthly King Confound thine Enemies by Suffering O'recome by Good Let Furious Factions see Thine's Peace when their Religion's Cruelty Go Prince Couragious Prince Our Champion may Great Britains Guardian Angel lead thy way May the cold Hemisphere Thou go'st to Grace Receive new warmth and vigour from thy Face May all that 's Happy thy Companion be Till Heaven bring Thee to Us or Us to Thee Go Prince Great Britain's Genius with his Train Guard thee to Scotland Bring Thee safe again That like Great Constantine Thy glorious days May Crown thy Sufferings with Immortal Bays And as His Zeal the mis-led World did bring To Love and Honour their Celestial King So may thy Zeal move this misguided Nation To follow Thee in Loyal Reputation In being Just and Faithful to their King And all with one accord aloud shall Sing Long live Great Charles our Nations Joy And all Men sing Vive Le Roy. The DUKE's Welcom from Scotland to London ART come Sweet Prince Wil t ' once more daign to chear With Thy Bright Beams our drooping Hemisphere Can nothing check thy Love suppress thy Flame Still England's Guardian Angel Still the same Redoubled wrongs on Thee the Crown and State Can only move Thy Pity not Thy Hate Who Good for Evil dost Retaliate Thy tender Heart and soft-loves conquer'd Will Plead this though bad This is thy Country still Relaps'd into Her former Agony Gasping Britannia seeks relief from Thee Scotland that once contagious Vip'rous Land Doth now our Envy and Example stand Charm'd by thy prudent Head and gentle hand Under his Vine each chearful Swain doth sit The Serpent's crush'd that once demolish'd it Where Hemlock Wormwood Tares and Weeds did grow Now in full plenty Milk Honey flow Thrice Happy Landâ— May our invenom'd Sense With Treasons Poyson feel the Influence Of this all-healing Planet May we see All Hearts and Hands conjoyn'd in Loyalty May all Associating Traitors know Divinity dwells on a Soveraign Brow May those ungrateful Wretches who Contemn Mercy find Justice in the Diadem Great York in all things Great Great in Renown Great in Succession's Right to Englands Crown Great in thy Conduct Great in Peace and War Great in thy Birth In Virtue Greater far But above all Great in this Mighty thing In thy firm Love and Duty to the KING Welcom Sweet Prince Let sober Healths go round And all but Regicides thy Praise resound An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times INgrateful England curst to that Degre Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares yet thou 'lt obey no King To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne Yet being richer than I can express Art justly punisht with Unhappiness What thou art envy'd for and all adore Thou throw'st away and to thy self art poor And like the Miser that abounds in Bags Wallow'st in Wealth yet lov'st to go in Rags The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd They begg'd a King and then obey'd their Lord But stiff-Neck'd England just from Slavery sav'd Forgets and longs again to be enslav'd Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd Rebels that once did sacrifice their God True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell And ever since taught Traytors to rebel And now lest they should fail to reach him there They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite Still to what 's present to be opposite Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair And the bright Daughter of his Highness here The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty Old Albany they now alone shall grace Scotland whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame PRepare you Heavens disclose your brightest Ray All Day your Marble Night your Milkie Way Vrania comes the Goddess of our Isle Vrania that makes every Creature Smile All they were born for and can wish for here Is but to bless her and be blest by Her Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides And of her golden Bark surround the sides Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow For want of winds with wings supply soft gales And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave There whilst she Sails intombâ—d in â—ollow Earth Lie fetter'd close and groâ—â— for want of Birth And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene The Azure Blew with the smooth glassy Green You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills and with a Mask delight her Eye First let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats As Winter's shine or Summer when it sets No Icy Cloudy nor no Soultry Day But all like Morning and those Mornings May Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore Such as Arabia â—elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind But just so much as she in State may glide And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above As on Jove's Daughter and the Queen of Love Let thy shrill Trumpeters the Tritons blow And summon all the watry Pow'rs below The Nayades and Nereids to appear Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call And Sea Nymphs to adorn this Ocean's Ball Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face Till they shall see how far above their own Vrania's is and throw their Classes down The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play And hunt the Plain like Spanniels in her way Next let the great Leviathans resort And not forget â—o make the Princess Sport But at a harmless distance head the Train And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be That wondring Angels may look down to see And make the Show more full of Majesty Thou Nereus do this mighty Task with Care As much as was in Noah's Ark is here For since that Patrierch when the world was drown'd The like was never in one Vessel found Her
a Poets praise For all that VVrite should choose no other Theam Than the Immortal Glories of his Name And sing to all the VVorld the greatness of his Name But oh I see his Virtues plac'd too high I stand and wonder but want VVings to fly Struck with such Lustre ev'n the Laureat fell Tho' skill'd in all the Arts of Praising well 'T is true he fell but 't was like Phaeton Because he durst aspire to drive the Sun Oh boundless Fame how great is thy excess That Thoughts can never reach nor Words express With my small Bark I dare not tempt that Coast Where crowds of Ship-wrack'd Poets I see lost The greatness of the work disdains their toil This Jewel shines too bright to need a foil Nor could I think of Verse Griefseiz'd my Breast And Grief by Silence is the best exprest My Thoughts were dead till Duty led my way To where his Queen his Mourning Consort lay The Happiest Portion of his Happy Life The Tend'rest Kindest most Observing Wife Sorrow in pomp alas fills all the Place And sits Triumphant upon every Face But in her Looks Magnificent appears Drest in the sadness of her Royal Tears Heccnba the greatest Queen that World did know Fam'd for expression of her mighty Woe Had she liv'd now would here Example had Not how to rage but to be greatly sad The Indian Widows whom mistaken Fame Admires for dâ—ing in their Husbands flame Find of their Grief an easie Remedy To live in Pain is harder than to Die Here no unseemly clamour seeks Relief Her Breast contains the burthen of her Grief Which Fire-like supprest within her Princely mind Lives and preserves it self by being confin'd The Royal Mourner lay'd in her dark Room Receives th' Officious Visits as they come Those tedious Forms of Cer'mony and State Is a hard Fine she payes for being Great This Dismal Scene on my num'd Fancy wrought And sad Ideas gave new wings to Thought The Prophet with his Country born away Hung up his Harp and Wept but could not Play But when with Pious Sorrow he Survey'd The Great Jerusalem in Ashes laid From the sad Object soon new Fancies spring And Sacred Aleph first began to Sing Good Heav'n of all thy great Misterious ways That Reason comprehends not yet obeys None moves men more to wonder or distrust Than thy severe Probations of the Just For who can hear of Pious Catharines Name Great in the Glorious Rolls of Holy Fame And not from this sad Scene Expostulate At least lament the Frailty of our State To see that Good and Great both subject are to Fate Else Sh' had been free whose Life is so from Blame Whose Thoughts make highest Virtue all their aim At which hard mark She always shoots so right That every Action nicely hits the White Heav'n sent this Blessing on our English shore T' Instruct this Isle and Virtue to restore From hence long banish'd by misguided heat And teach us how to be both Good and Great Great in Her Birth whose Royal Linage Springs From a long Race of Lucitanian Kings And in the current of whose Blood does shine Glorious Remains of the Lancastrian Line She as a Dowry brought to England more Than any Queen that ever came before She plac'd the English Arms upon the Africk shore But still most Great in this high part of Life As England's Queen and Mighty Charles's Wife And yet When Charity implores Her as a Friend To see with how much Goodness she 'll descend To help th' Opprest and to redeem the state Of the Unhappy that are Slaves to Fate So the Bright Sun that Nature sets so high The Glory of whose Beams fill every Eye From the great height of his Imperial seat Nourishes all things by his kindly heat In those sad times when with a Powerful Hand Curst Perjury Infected all the Land Justice look'd on but durst not say one word Her Enemy had rob'd her of her Sword And by her side her Ballance useless lay For now what men believ'd they duâ—st not weigh Commanding Vice struck every Virtue still All but her Patience how to bear the Ill. The Epidemick Plague in every Breast The wholesom Spirit 's corrupted or opprest Nothing could now withstand nothing prevail Nothing but her Pray'ers that nâ—ver fail On what vain props all Wicâ—edness is built There 's some thing Self-confounding still in guilt Else Oh mistaking men else how could these Innuâ—'d in the success of Villanies Not see That the known Virtues of her Name Would guard her safe that t' attempt her Fame Must of their Story prove so hard a Test As shows the Native baseness of the rest Even Zeal it self could never think that she So fam'd for Virtue and for Piety Could never Cherish wretches to Rebel Or strike the Life of Him she Lov'd so well ' Or that a Prince could Harbour such a Thought ' Who had so bravely for His Country Fought 'A Prince within the circle of whose Mind ' All the Heroick Attributes are joyn'd ' That differently dispers'd havâ— made men Great A Prince so Lov'd so much prâ—serv'd by Fate 'To wear these Glorious Crowns and to repay ' What in His Brother She has born away This show'd the Cheat show'd what the Plot design'd And all men saw but such as would be Blind Susanna-like Accus'd Her Prayers are heard Her Enemies are Punish'd and she Clear'd But 't is no wonder Heav'n should take Her part That holds such large Possessions in Her Heart Who e're a Glorious Piety would Paint A great Triumphant Queen and Praying Saint From the high Image of Her Heav'nly Thought Might draw th' exactest piece was ever wrought The rising Sun no sooner did display His early Beams to kiss the new-born day But that she Rose to Offer up Her Prayers To Crown with Blest success Great Charles's Cares That this our Nation may be Prosp'rous still And for those few that ever wish'd Her Ill Mercy 's Her Natures great Prerogative She never thinks of Faults but to Forgive 'T is this Great Queen that makes me dare to bring To Your high Fame so poor an Offering Your Goodness knows to judge what we intend And how to Pardon if we do Offend This knowledge gives me hope you will not blame My too-aspiring Verse nor conceal'd Name My humble Duty here my Pride o're Pow'rs It dares not live in the same Page with Yours The Beams of your great Glory shine so bright I turn my Face away from my too much Light May Earth Great Queen give Joy to all your years And Heav'n be still Propitious to your Prayers May the great Blessings they alone could send On Charles's Happy Reign and Pious end Have Pow'r to make him in his second Birth As great a Saint as he was King on Earth Where e're you pass may all your En'mies bow And Fame when she relates your Name speak true May you possess a Chain of Happier days And better Poets rise to
Horror of yells and groans the Spirits strains Till on a sudden all flasht out in flames In which she Conventicklers sprawling cry'd For all Eternity must this abide With that a shower of Blood fell down upon 'em In which they spew'd stunk like Reb. dam'em For 't was the blood of Innocents they'd drawn When they liv'd here to make the K. their own Some of the Heads were hang'd up by the Tong. The rest the Devils pitch about with Prongues To make way for approaching great Procession Which howl'd roard without an Intermission Their Tongues hung out with Froth like lathering Soap These were the Rabble burning of the Pope ' Mongst whom were Curtis Harris Smith Care The Scene was just like that at Temple-bar Both Pope and Pageants Jeffreys and the Friers Of these that did support them and the Rout But there they roar'd here they us'd to shout Both Squibs and Crackers from their mouths did fly ' Gainst Church and State they belcht out Blaspemy Their Skins were vail'd with City-Mercuries Seditious Libels and their forged Lyes Which taking fire at once made such a smother Down fell the Pageants Rout and all together Did sprawl and howl in that infernal Flame Then I awak'd and all was but a Dream A DIALOGUE betwixt the Devil and the Whigs Now Reader tell me if you can Which is the Devil who the Man For if a Tekelite be a Turk They both do All the Devils Work Whigs WE have pursu'd those Plots thou didst invent And made our Parties in a Parliament And to no purpose what can we do more Thou let'st the Tories in yet keep'st the Door Devil When ought doth not succeed you first blame Me Amongst your selves Ye never did agree Your Wise-false-Brethren have undone your Cause And from no Subjects slav'd you to the Laws Whigs We know no Laws but those our Selves do make And Hanging ne're confess All for Thy sake Thou know'st what we have done and more would do But deal'st with us as Witches and leav'st us so Devil My Power is to Incline not to Compell You are the Ministers to Act for Hell But do not send me those I did expect Through your base Cowardise or Fools neglect Whigs Can We do more than Thou We kill'd a KING And his Best Subjects did to Judgement bring We sent them hence when they were under Ground We thought all Flesh was in the Devil's Pound Devil You speak as you believe were it not so Thousands of you might unto Heaven go But Your Association with Me Will keep us Friends to all Eternity And never be reproach'd for Perjury Whig Thou the first Rebel taught'st us to Rebel Surely Thou need'st no Company in Hell Thou shamd'st Us in Contriving of this Plot That GOD himself would oversee the Blot Because that in his Name it was Begot Devil There is a Bard as strange as is his Name A Power you know not who hath rais'd his Fame 'T is He whose Wisdom Countermin'd your Arts And on your selves return'd your poyson'd Darts Whig That Devil Observator Oh! 't is He We would not see GOD in His Company Our very Thoughts He seem'd to know so well They were in Print before they were known in Hell Devil His Demon circles Him I cannot Kill Nor Hurt him so much as to shake his Quill He Writes such Truths and Speaks such Sacred Things The Churches Champion and the Guard of Kings Whig Though Thou Confess Thou canst not yet Repent No more than We Then down when we are sent There curse the Fates who spin so long his Thread That he will live to see our Children Dead Devil Take Comfort yet the Blood that You have spilt No more Age can paralel your Guilt I did corrupt the Mobile of Heaven You did the like on Earth now We are even This Kindness I will do Over my Furies I 'll make You Presidents Judges or Juries A Congratulatory Poem to Sir John More Knight Lord Mayor Elect of London NO sooner doth the Aged Phenix dye But kind indulging Nature gives Supply Sick of her solitude she first retires And on her Spicy Death-bed then expires Thus unconcern'd Sir Patience now declines The Sword and all his Dignities resigns Next under God and Royal Charles 't was He Defended persecuted Liberty When the fierce fury of the Romish Flood Broke out beyond its limits He withstood The threatning Deluge of the angry Main And forc'd its beating Billows back again His circumspection seasonably reads The dark Intrigues of vain projecting heads He cou'd all Foreign Maladies resent And equally Intestine Broils prevent But now as dying Parents first commend Their Issue to th' tuition of a Friend And then as if their chiefest care was past Pleas'd with the Settlement they breath their last So he perceiving busie Date appear That with a Period will close his year Contentedly resigns his dying Claim To the Successor of his Charge and Fame One whose wise Conduct knows how to dispence Rigour to Guilt and help to Innocence Here we the City's wise Results may scan Their very choice is Metropolitan So Universal their Elections are That England in the Happiness doth share On then great Magistrate and like the Sun Set with the splendid Glory you begun Disperse such hovering Clouds as wou'd benight And Interpose themselves 'twixt Us and light You boldly dare your noble Trust attest Without a base perswading Interest When pleasing Flattery puts on her Charms To take with gentle Arts and soft Alarms Fixt with a gallant Resolution You Vncase the Hypocrite and bids adieu In this confus'd and ill digested State Where Plots new Plots to counter-plot create Trusting to Reasons Conduct as your Guide You 'l leave the threatning Gulphs on either side And then erect such Marks as may appear To caution others from a Shipwrack there 'T is now resolv'd the Romanists shall see The mean Effects of all their Policy The Puritans will but expect in vain Their Pious Frauds will gull the Land again You like a great Columbus will find out The hidden Worlds of deep Intrigues and Doubt Whilst to your new Discoveries we give Our thanks such worthless Presents as we have England no more of Jealousies shall know But Halcyon Peace shall build and Plenty flow And the proud Thames swell'd high no more complains But smilingly looks on the peaceful Plains No angry Tempest then shall curl her Brow Glad to behold revived Commerce grow Whilst emulous of your Example We Strive who shall most express their Loyalty No Factions shall us from our selves divide More than the Sea from all the World beside But link'd together in one Chain of Love And with one Spring unanimous we 'll move That to our Foes regret it may be said We are again One Body and One Head The Car-man's Poem Or Advice to a Nest of Scriblers CAR-men turn Poets now why may not I Then Horse and Cart and Whip stand you three by Nay but I lack my
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