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An heroick poem upon the King humbly presented to the Queen / by William Culpeper.
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Colepeper, William, d. 1726.
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1694
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Wing C7564; ESTC R29690
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AN Heroick Poem UPON THE KING Humbly Presented to the QUEEN By WILLIAM CULPEPER Esq The Hero makes the Poet. LONDON Printed for Daniel Brown at the Bible without Temple-Bar MDCXCIV TO THE QUEEN May it please Your Majesty SO soon as I had finish'd this Poem and indeed while I was composing it I hop'd it might not be unwelcome to YOUR MAJESTY since it presents tho not so perfectly as I could wish the Character of the Greatest Man that lives whose Person must ever be so dear to YOUR MAJESTY and the Kingdom What I have now Writ I beg YOUR MAJESTY to Accept not as the Work of a Low Servile Pen but as the Zeal of a Man that desires to raise his Thoughts as high as Truth and Justice With this Mind I have represented King William and King Lewis as Vnlike as they really are as Contrary as Light and Darkness which I have done with respect to King Lewis as a Crown'd Head greater than he Personally deserves Several Pens are now employ'd by that King to write his Life but whatever they can say Truth is Truth and will be too mighty for King Lewis no doubt the Praises of Nero Domitian Commodus and other Monsters of Human Nature were writ by as Ingenious Men as any France can boast of tho none of their Works have Surviv'd as indeed they neither ought nor could being against all Truth and Modesty but after their Death 's the Histories of these Wicked Tyrants were Impartially writ and their Names recorded Odious to Posterity while the Excellent Characters of Augustus Nerva Trajan and other Good Princes and Patriots which were writ in their own Times and which Themselves had the Satisfaction to read have descended Ages and will probably last as long as the World This Great Reward of Vertue will be paid to the KING 's and YOUR OWN MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY whose Memories must be as Your Lives Glorious That Your Lives may long continue so that the greatest of Earthly Blessings may be preserved to these Nations and indeed to the World is the most Earnest Prayer of May it please Your Majesty YOUR MAJESTIES Most Obedient Dutiful Subject and most Devoted Humble Servant W. CULPEPER AN Heroick POEM UPON THE KING IF the Disturbers of the World can raise Themselves a Name and loud Admirers find What is or ought to be those Princes praise That awe th' Oppressors and relieve Mankind The French Dominion still increas'd by wrong To a prodigious height at last is grown As if Heav'n suffer'd it t' obtain so long To be by NASSAW'S Conduct overthrown In whose first years th' expecting World could see Rare Wisdom with undaunted Courage meet Like young Augustus promising to be What since we 've found him ev'ry thing that 's Great Descended from a truly Glorious Race His Ancestors the Pow'r of Austria broke Now France usurps and takes the Tyrant's place His Arm delivers Europe from the Yoke The Far-designing Lewis soon betray'd His fear of this and with deserv'd Success That most Injurious War with Holland made In hopes the rising Hero to oppress Whose solid Virtue fenc'd against the Blow And Courage to the Holland State restor'd The French 't is now resolv'd the weight shall know Of the Young General 's revenging Sword Towns that were forc'd the Invaders to obey Before Illustrious William undertook The near expiring Commonwealth to sway Now with the last Confusion They forsook As once by Hercules a Serpent's head Was bruis'd when touch'd by his yet tender hand So the French Hope of conquering lay dead When the Young Prince exerted his Command But fierce Ambition will not be at rest Tho here 't is stopt from its intended Course 'T will as it can some other place infest And rage till 't is agen repell'd by force Flanders by violent Incursions laid In heaps of Ruin yet was unsubdu'd His Highness ever came with pow'rful Aid And hither the destroying French pursu'd Seneff I must with Admiration name Where Conde's Glory an Affront receiv'd And Mons of equal everlasting Fame With Slaughter of the routed French reliev'd At length all Nations for a Peace declare And now 't was hop'd that Europe's broils might cease But France is not so dangerous in War As by her black Contrivances in Peace Strasburgh and Luxemburgh's surpriz'd or bought The Swiss by Forts to Lewis Slaves are made His Allies to besiege Vienna brought And Christendom to Infidels betray'd In England by Intrigues as King he reign'd Our wretched Government it self destroy'd We find a Foreign Interest maintain'd By Men in all Affairs of State employ'd The Prince contending in his Pious Breast Long our Deliv'rance by entreaty sought If his high Virtue may be so exprest He bore till Patience was almost a fault Till Horror and Destruction were at hand Our Forts to Irish Garisons betray'd Till Priests like Locusts overspread the Land Till Jesuits Privy-Counsellors were made Who longing the Occasion to improve Meant England shou'd by Civil Rage be torn But the Almighty Ruling Power above Laughs on the Wise Achitophels with scorn Whilst with a most Auspicious Wind and Tide The Great Redeemer to our Island sails The Partisans of France prepare to hide And England's Cause to England's Wish prevails Caesar first came and then subdu'd his Foes His Highness Conquer'd faster than he came A Mighty Royal Army to oppose He sent before THE TERROR OF HIS NAME Too pow'rful for resistance or delay No signs of War are horrid to our sight But as the Glorious Planet of the Day Without Disturbance gives the Globe its light Our HERO so ascends the English Throne Approv'd by Gracious Heav'ns peculiar Choice Choice by the whole Consent of Nations known The Lords the Commons and the Peoples Voice Who now regain their Ancient Freedoms lost And all their sense of Gratitude express Men that against Crown'd Heads pretended most On this occasion their mistake confess Were Vane to live again no more he wou'd His Notion of a Commonwealth maintain Cromwell himself wou'd yield to Publick Good And own Great WILLIAM only fit to Reign At England's Union Lewis is aggriev'd With hate and fierce intent of War he burns At Scotland strikes and having there receiv'd A sharp Repulse his Force to Ireland turns For all Designs can Lewis want pretence He puts Religion to that only use He 's Ireland's Friend her Safety her Defence Her State to perfect Quiet he 'll reduce 'T is sure where nothing is alive to take This or that Party Faction needs must cease Wherever Tyrants Desolation make Their Mischief they applaud and call it Peace This Lewis meant to this his pow'r employ'd Ireland throughout with dying Cries is fill'd Men with a Cruel Pleasure are destroy'd And Ravish'd Women with their Infants kill'd The KING was mov'd and with disdainful hast This Insolent Barbarity restrain'd Of English Rage he made its Actors tast And Ever Glorious Victory obtain'd As to this day we mention with delight What England's