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A54905 A Pindarick-poem upon His Most Sacred Majestie's late gracious indulgence, in granting a toleration, and liberty of conscience in matters of religion 1687 (1687) Wing P2260; ESTC R8550 3,720 15

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meet Bid East and West each other greet Command the Stars from their fixt Orbs to fly Bid the dull Earth ascend and kiss the Sky As soon you may the Course of Nature change As force the mind from steady Faith to range Force may provoke a tim'rous Soul to sin Prest she may own that black is white And play the juggling Hypocrite But prithee wash the Aethiop's Skin Rather than strive a free assent to gain By dint of Cudgel-Arguments and Syllogisms of pain That Church that labours to compell the Will Our Breasts with sudden Jealousies does fill That 't is a desperate and tottering Cause Whose Basis is not Reason but the Penal Laws The man that labours to perswade Does not the Body with rough force invade But in soft Rhetorick does wind Himself into the Mind Since Faith is free the Turk as well may hope By his false Reasons to convert the Pope As our mistaken Land expect to see An universal Unity Establish'd by the breach of Peace and Charity VI. When first our Mighty Prince began to sway The British Scepter and dispence O're all his Realm a warm and gentle Influence Thus to the English Church was heard to say Pardon most Loyal Maid for thou art she Didst always pray and fight for Monarchy Stood'st firm when 't was a Crime to own Any branch o' th' English Throne Pardon for 't is no Life to live in pain If I free Liberty do give That all Religions may live Let others live and thou alone shalt Reign Since Heaven doth cause his rain to fall And Sun to shine alike on all And does to me this God-like favour show To be his Representative below Why shou'd you thus unjustly strive To intercept alone this influence of mine Wou'd it not justly think you move My Anger and convert your Love Into the highest flames of rage If in this loose unquiet Age Any shou'd vouch himself to be The rightful Monarch to this Realm but me And can you think that Heaven won't Resent the unparal'd affront Shou'd he me like an Adversary find Dethroning his Vicegerent of the Mind VII Illustrious Prince what wonders hast thou done By this one single Act alone What various Natures dost thou joyn How sweetly do they all combine How many different Stars in different lustres shine Adorning this bright Sphere of thine As various Instruments do all conspire Grave Organs with the warbling Lute Viols with Cornets and the Flute To joyn in one harmonious Quire So we at length Great James compos'd by thee Like different Notes agree To make up one melodious Harmony Thus when the great Dictatour had in vain Assay'd to cultivate a stubborn Land And much expence of time and blood had spent And many dangers underwent To make the restless people understand The mighty blessings which they might obtain Beneath the shadow of his pow'rful Reign At length the kind Augustus came And gently dissipates the flame With a soft touch compos'd affairs of State Dissolv'd the curs'd Triumvirate Wild Anthony's rebellious pow'rs o'recome And fixt a lasting peace in Rome To a sweet calm reduc'd the quiet Earth Fit for the Prince of Peace his glorious birth If there be any that repine At this excessive Grant of thine Let them before thy Justice fall And grace thy Triumphs with their Funeral Thy goodness is almost too great for to be prais'd Thy glory on magnifick Pillars rais'd On its own Center firmly stands And needs not the Assistance of our hands Enlightned with its own increasing rays Conspicuously around it self displays The gawdy lustre does amaze And with an overwhelming light Exhausts and drowns the beams of our unable sight FINIS