your Frenzy Wits fall into rage Look here Who Vindicates the Royal Stage Godfrey's brave Spirit doth this day appear Tremble ye now for Anger or for Fear His shorthy Ghost that courted Sacred good Has past the dangers of the Stygian Flood Left the Elizian Shades by strict commands To see once more how this poor Cuntrey stands But to our shame his grieved Soul doth find Lunatick Zeal with us hath been too kind And struck his Loving Fellow Subjects Blind He fears our Disobedience to a Prince Whom Heaven protected he can the World convince From Zealous rage and Traytors hands long since He sees fears that in-bread Wars are coming By Zealous Prayer created Preach'd by cunning Holy long-winded Fervent Pious men Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren But if well try'd we easily may sind They unto none but themselves are kind Envy all happiness but what 's their own Have humble out-sides inwardly o're-grown With Pride Ambition and Self-interest Longing with Crowns themselves for to invest For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarchs that zealously can pray He sees foul threatnings and intestine Thunder The Plagues of eating Swords Domestick Plunder Foretels the Fathers striking of his Sons Who without mercy on the old Sire runs Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father Who never leave till all lie dead together Friend killing Friend a Brother fights a Brother And spares his own blood less than any other Awake awake I say awake betimes Before your Souls feed on such Hellish crimes Let your own reason clear your blinded eyes Let sad experience banish such Tragedies And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to Dethrone your Prince whom God heals Then brings Destruction to your Publick Weals For doubtless such base Principles as these Cannot but must the Heavenly Power Displease Godfrey's fore griv'd-Ghost weeps Bloody Tears Seeing you drawn into Jealousies and Fears To act those things which murdering sorrow bears Is it so long since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out that Royal Spot Of Sacred Innocent Blood bring back to mind Murd'ring the Sire then to the Son be kind And say again your Zeal had made you blind Let no Religious Cloak your Bodies cover And under That Both Prince and Country Smother To make your selves more hateful less good Then Lucifer and his Rebellious Brood But striving with this Difference in the thing They ' gain their Heavenly But you both ' gainst your Heaven Earthly King Nav e'n a King so good so sweet so great Makes all your joys and Happiness Compleat Them only are excepted that you see Fain would be Monarch's Kings as well as He. Let not your Loving Godfrey longer weep But let his weary Ghost retire to sleep Who never can have rest unless he find Your Souls more Loyal to your Prince more kind Endeavouring still to imitate those Quires That with their Harps and Hearts and Sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set whom he pleases on an Earthly Throne Advice to the Painter's Adviser WE Dogs and Lions by their Voices know For by their Notes themselves all Creatures show Yet here 's a Thing I know not what to call He roars and Barks what 's Good he curses all No Monster that e're yet from Africk came But what would start at thy prodigious Fame Yet we thy Name nor Pedigree can tell Thou dar'st Blaspheme beyond the Mouths of Hell What shall I call thee Monster or base â—iend That canst daub Paper to so base an end Unmouth that Tongue maugre its double Pale Fit Instrument to tell the Devils Tale Which dar'd blaspheme that Sacred Majesty The voice of Angels joy'd to Deisie Foul Traitor to bespatter such a King With th' Aspish Poison of thy slandering Whose ev'ry Action if the Truth we scan Speaks as much God as his Foes find him Man A Prince so tender of his Subjects Good As would redeem the meanest with his Blood Heavens Joy Earths Pride when After-age shall tell His Worth and Parts 't will want a Parellel Let Greece and Rome their Heroes Punies call Our Charles the Great I 'm sure outdoes them all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy sharp Arrow bitter word 〈◊〉 more than Europ's many edged Sword â—â— Heavens look to 't he that attempts so high â—â— Vice-God Charles threats Gignatomachy So he that stabb'd fam'd MIllain's Duke of yore By Practice at his Picture did no more â—ut Oh! the Devil see the Serpent flies To his first course he doubles his Advice To a poor Painter to draw This and That And draws himself into the Lord knows what Even so those Brats of sin we blush to own We bring to others doors and lay them down But pox upon his Picture to be short The wary White could have no colour for 't Else Hell had paid the Wages of th' abuse His Quidlibet audiendi's no excuse Kings failings if they are any ought not lie An open Prospect for the Vulgar Eye He that drew Alexander's scarry Face Discreetly put his Finger on the place But where 's the Artist that can frame a Line To Shadow or Eclipse the Glorious Shrine Of Charles's Ray what Eagle-Eye can gaze On so much Sun or sully such a Blaze Illustrious i' th' Abstract whose each Glance Would strike Presumption out of Countenance Much less can any draw his Treasur'd Mind To every Noble Virtuous Mood inclin'd Vnblemish'd as the Saints the Sun less clear In that first Shine which Summer'd all the Year Our Painters well knew this who e're read o're A Face more puzling Art a mind much more Then Devil do thy worst with thy Advice Charles and his Court are 'bove thy Calumnies Powers and Dignities approach the Skies Like Ships the more the Waves do under rise But 't is not each Gods Fate alone else why Do Miscreants slight the Angels Ministry Ours is but little lower one remove Vicegerent to the King of Kings above The best are still the most malign'd with wrong Virtue 's no fence against a spiteful Tongue He is the Object of his Prophanation Tho' pure as new fall'n Snow free from offence As blameless Truth and white as Innocence His breath blasts those whose breath persuming Air Makes all save that as sweet as they are fair Unbitter'd bitterness it self of all Earth's Heavenly few the most Angelical But Vice be dam'd thou art like one of those Who giddi'd in a Ship at Sea suppose The Continent doth move as well as they All tread awry to those whose Feet are splay If tho our thoughts are free we must not think Ill of the King he that shall black his Ink And pale his Paper with words startles more Than Lord have mercy chalk'd upon the door To traduce Princes in the shapes of sin Wise Painters choose to draw the Devil in These are the marks o' th' Beasts who casts an eye On those as
Sex appear'd more bright Whowith hard gazing fed their eager sight Then sigh'd wisht did the rest in dreams at night So closely prest they did one Mass appear But when bright James his fair Queen drew near The mighty Bulk did its own self divide And made a Golden Wall on either side Through which they to the Princes Chamber past To take Repose for Gods themselves must rest Where having had some short Re-fection And Glorious proper Robes of State put on In the Abby now where Pomp Tryumph waits Behold the Royal God-like CANDIDATES Where after numerous Ceremonies past Of Vnction Oaths c. which several hours did last Their Sacred Heads receiv'd the Imperial Crown By CANTERBVY's happy hand set on Blest Man what bliss hast thou receiv'd this hour What couldst thou wish or could Heav'n give thee more Th'exact Description of the Cavalcade And the bright Figures ev'ry Order made What hands the Scepter Sword Staff Orb did wear Or who Curtana or the Spurs did bear Or by what Peers the Crowns supported were What Favourites next the Presence did remain Or what bright Youths bore up the Royal Train How from the Temple to the Hall They past Where waited for them a Stupendious Feast What Hecatomb fell Victims to Their Board Or what vast Seas of Wine it did afford And lastly how with the vast Infinite Train They to White-Hall now Crown'd return'd again Are Thames that would a mighty Volume ask 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 to spare But having yet Survey'd the Court alone I now would make the Peoples transports known But I alass want Language to express my own Ten thousand Bells in one loud Consort joyn Both Earth and Heaven it self to Entertain Sure for this Reason they were rais'd on High That th' Gods might better hear this Harmony The Pleasant Musicks nimble foot-steps hear Passing Harmoniously from Sphere to Sphere Which now the Starry Battlements has found Which Hark reverberates and multiplies the Sound They Man's Officious Injurious call Who interpos'd the design'd Miracle For Joy their useless Ropes away they 'd throw And Musick on their own accord 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 Mounts as if 't had an intent To reach the Stagarytes 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 A Poem on the CORONATION FLie Envious Time why dost our Bliss delay Repair Death's thy wrongs give us day The Day which from our Woes must free us all Whom Grief would else Martyr in Charles's fall That Ador'd Monarch whose Illustrious Name Alone speaks more than all the Tongues of Fame Whose Loss levy'd a Tax of Sighs and Moan And forc'd the World t'an Universal Groan Hold hold my Muse The Dawn new-gilds the Skies See where Great James our second Sun does rise And quite exhales these Vapours from our Eyes Tears and the Sable signs of Grief give way Chac'd by the Beams of this most Glorious Day A Day doubly design'd by Destiny To remain Sacred to Posterity Something for Geerge's Birth was to It due But now it is Three Kingdoms Birth-Day too From this Coronation â—e our Lives Renew Each Loyal Heart is struck by'ts Sovereign Rays And fill'd at once with Gratitude and Praise Hark! how the Streets with cheerful Shouts do Ring Excessive Joys in ev'ry Bosom spring And the whole Town do IO PAEANS sing While th' Air as loath such Loyal Sounds to lose With thousand Ecchoes does prolong each close Behold what heaps of Hatts aloft there fly Like thickn'd Clouds they steal away the Sky T' attend this Earthly Jove the World agrees In-landers leave their Homes Sea-men the Seas Both English born those that Neighbours are With Exultation cleave the yielding Air. So in some Garden deckt with Flora's Pride Where all the Glories of the Spring reside There near a Waxen Canopy we see Thousands thus Buz about the Royal-Bee Nature at this Solemnity Revives And the glad Earth by James's Infl'ence Thrives Hills Vallies Woods are drest in new Attire April at its own Beauty does Admire The wing'd Musicians Carol in the Air The Spacious Meadows Green-Plush Mantles wear Nay the pleas'd Heav'n's without a Cloud appear Whilé all the Flowers of the Spring do meet And than Arabian Spices smell more sweet The Mighty Pan the Mighty Pan to Greet How sensible the Houses are 't is He Who but in Arras-Gowns the King will see Walls Windows Roofs Tow'rs Steeples all are set With several Eyes but the least Glimpse to get And lo the Costly Pomp is now in view Which claims our Wonder and our Homage too The like of this Day 's State not Italy Sings Consular Triumphs were but petty things Rome too as short of this in Shows you 'll find As her Now Glories are from those declin'd Triumphant Sight In this one Train we may Of all that 's Noble take a full Survey Do Arms Delight ye Surfeit here your View On Troops as can th' Insulting World subdue Nay Learning here in its Perfection shines And Athens now to Westminster Resigns Religion Law each her best Charms displays Chear'd by the Warmth of his Indulgent Rays Who gave His Word that he 'll maintain the State His Word Unalt'rable as the Book of Fate VVho'll say the City Brethren Misers be And but beholds their this Days Bravery None none and by their Gallantry all guess Their Loyalty's the Cause of their Excess VVhat Rich Attire the Spirit'al Lords array VVhat Massie Coronets Adorn the Lay Such Cloath of Gold and Silver Kill my Brain My Opticks fail and I grow Blind again Arch-Angels sure leaving their Glorious Sphere Once-more themselves have Bodify'd and here Resolve as English Nobles to appear Princes who 've still been waited on now wait And Bowing here they count they sit in State But stay In this Terrestial Galaxy A Glitt'ring Troop of Beauties I descry VVho Ravish with too Bright a Tyranny Such Lustre ne're was seen in Thetis Train VVhen Drest i' th' Native Jewels of the Main At ev'ry Look I take new Charms arise Bright are their Diamonds Brighter are their Eys And in each Lovely Face do plainly move Un-number'd Signs of Beauty Wit and Love Shou'd Cold Diogenes these Fair Ones see Pierc'd by their Darts he wou'd Enamour'd be But what Fresh Object 's this Invades my Eye And bids my Soul gaze there Etternally Assur'd I am our Climate never held Before a Beauty so unparallel'd All Heavenly Features joyn themselves in one To shew their Triumph in this Face alone The Savages that Worship the Suns Rise Wou'd hate their God if they beheld these Eyes The Wealth She wears about her more does hide Than it Adorns Her Native Beauty's Pride Mirrour of Heaven Wonder of the Earth Oh! thou Bright Goddess of Caelestial Birth Now Caesar's Glory Augmentable seems Since You appear and deign to mix your Beams 'T is She 'T is Englands Queen whom thus we view The Crown not Her but She the Crown does Grace Before She sway'd an Empire in Her Face Had Virgil liv'd this Mary but to see Dido had in Oblivion Slept and She Had giv'n his Muse Her best Eternity And now the Monarch of the Day 's in sight From whom the rest receive their borrow'd Light Who giving way His Brighter Splendour own As Stars do vanish at th'approach o' th' Sun Oh! what a Flood of Virtues from Him flows How like a God Install'd on Earth He shows Thus when the Thickest Darkness Phoebus Shrowds With greater Fulgence he breaks through the Clouds Look on His Face His Royal Mein but mind And to be Traytors now we must be blind Mankind's Delight and Heavens chiefest Care To vict'ry as to 's Crown the Lawful Heir The World has always Shook at His Alarms At Sea and Land Success still Crown'd His Arms. Ye Bold Excluders see your Injur'd Prince And may this Sight You of your Crime convince Crouch crouch Rebellious Sirs own your Insolence Both how to Pardon and Revenge He knows To Guard his Friends and to Destroy his Foes Down down then at His Feet without delay With double Loyalty His wrongs repay Lay lay Him in your Hearts and beg of Fate He long may Reign though He is Crown'd but late He shall for th' thing that 's slowly's sure done And He whom Heaven designs to six on 's Throne It is the longer sitting Him thereon No more shall Lawless Hair-brain'd Faction â—age But may His Reign bring back the Golden Age. May from His Sacred Consort 's VVomb Increase Spring Present Joy and Future Ages Peace Let 's keep their â—ath which He a Subject made VVho still His King Unmurmuring Obey'd Let 's think His Foes be Ours as so They are Think on His Martyr'd Father and beware And let this Sight though ended ne're be done But let it still and still be Thought upon And Thought on ev'n to Convert Rebellion LONDON
ready for the Day Oâ— Batâ—el in our Monsters Quiver lay Such was his Natural Hue and Proper Arms But when he rang'd abroad by Magick Charms So chang'd a Shape to Vulgar Eyes he wore That whom they should Abhor they do Adore Of Pure Rebellion over his Head they put A Solemn Veil of the Geneva Cut. Thus all his Ghastly Countenance did shade And a False Saint of a True Divel made Next on his Shoulder dangl'd to his Knee A Cloak of Presbyterian Loyalty Thus safely covers Hell it self and draws The Peoples Admiration and Applause Curs'd be that Loyalty in Stile Submiss In Action Treasonable like Judas Kiss That does in humble Phrase their Soveraign woo He 'll graciously be pleas'd Himself t' undo Of all Prerogatives to strip the Crown And for His Safety 's sake His Power lay down To quit His Vseless Guards that so He may Gently become Theirs and the Peoples Prey If this is deny'd then the Great Guns must Rore Of Popish Plots and Arbitrary Power Then must his Friends his Wife and Brother fall A Heccatomb to Hypocritick Gall. What follows needs no Prophet to reveal A Late Experience does too sadly tell Carver it now thy boldest Stroak will ask To Trace this Monster in his Loyal Mask How first he Crept who now so high does Sore And Stole in at the Cranny of a Door Like a young Sinner checkt with Doubt and Fear Bashful and Tim'rous his Beginnings were But silent Awe did not restrain him long For soon the Speechless Elf â—ound out a Tongue A Tongue who to a mighty States-man's Ear With great Success our Monster did prefer A Tongue which now with Dives may recant In vain and Cooling Drops for ever want At first our States-man waver'd to and fro Fearful to hold him fast or let him go Under the Veil of Zeal and Loyal Cloak The Fiend beneath he easily did Smoak But judging that his outward Shape and Dress The Genius of our Nation would higly please At last he chose to entertain the Elf And let poor Naked Truth shift for it Self This he conceiv'd old Grudges would attone Make People King and Parliament his own This would Raise Money this would Armies Pay But these false hopes scarce liv'd a Winter's day For soon the Pamper'd Beast unruly grew And in the Face of his own Keeper flew And Breaking loose with his Departing Heels Gave him a Bruise which still the Patient feels Now did that other Monster Lying Fame Her Brother Saint the Nation round proclaim And every Weak and every Factious Breast down With this Infernal Spirit is possest Some with large Swallow take his Words all And the Romance as a Fifth Gospel own Others for want of â—aith with noise supply And this Diana greet with lowdest Cry All the High places of the Land is stor'd With Altars where this Moloch is ador'd In Church in Court in every Justice-seat All It with Incense and Prostration greet This Idol's Unclean Worship prostitutes The House of Prayer and Prayer it self pollutes The very Streets their impious Homage pay And with Burnt Offerings convert Night to Day 'T is not the Blood of Beasts that can asswage This All devouring Moloch's hungry Rage In his Infernal Rights there is allow'd No other Sprinkling but of Humane Blood Victims and Temples too must feel the Knife The Living Temples of the God of Life Nor Bodies only will his Rage suffice A Nation 's Souls are now his Sacrifice Thrice happy they who with clean Hands and Heart Act in his Tragedy the Victims part Who in White Robes follow their Chief the Lamb In all his Thorny paths of Death and Shame Who Dying feel no other Grief and Pain But for the Guilt of those by whom they 're slain Who march the safest and the shortest way To Blissful Canaan through this Purple Sea Next Carver thy Recording Steel must shew The Monster joyn'd with his Confederate Crew Scouring our Coasts and Ravaging our Land Whilst no opposing Power his Shock can stand As if the Nation were by angry Heaven To his Dire Rage in Execution given Thy Piece this general Slaughter may dispose By lessening Distance artfully to lose But in the Front of the main Work thy hand In solid Brass must make our Hero stand Stand gloriously in his Immortal Shrine Which neither Rust shall Eat nor Age shall Mine And shall out-live all but their Guilt and Hell By whose Conspiring Perjury first He fell Yet to be just Great Soul we must allow Thou all thy Glories to their Crimes must owe. Life 's to thy Parents for Illustrious Birth Which is but a Portion of Nobler Earth Art thou in Debt then to the Monsters Rage By which with Heavens Applause thou left'st the Stage Stafford's great Name in old Records did sleep And lay regardless among the Common Heap With Dust and Rubbish almost cover'd o'er Thy Setting Sun its Lustre does restore When ever fair Astraea shews her Face And Slow-pac'd Truth shall Factious Rage displace It will be said of thy old Norfolk Line Some with their Blood are stain'd and others shine Carver to Sacred Truth this work we vow Thy Chiâ—â—el must no flattering Touches know Nor Common Actions raise nor Vices skreen Shew him but where the Hero does begin And yet the failing of our Lives past Race Exalt the Power and Victory of Grace There trace him first where 't was his happy Fate To be thought worthy of the Monster 's hate The surest Mark of the Almighties Love Is when the Powers of Hell against Us move Shew him Accus'd Imprison'd and Oppress'd There was he first for Heaven's Militia prest Then was he Train'd and Disciplin'd for War A War in which the Slain the Conqueâ—oâ—s are Then did his Thoughts true Liberty posâ—ess His Body's Sâ—isure was his Souls Release Next lead him from the Prison to the Bar The Place of Combat and the Seaâ— of War Bring through all the Baâ—b'rous Noise and Shout Of an Insulting and Blood thirsty Rout Nearly allay'd in Manners Cause and Cry To that old Tribe that bellow'd Crucify But these harsh Sounds were Musick to his Ear Whose Christian Heart knew neither Guilt nor fear Now in the Circle of a Theater All England did Epitomiz'd appear Each in their several Ranks themselves diffuse The Peers to Try the Commons to Accuse Lawyers to Plead Witnesses to Swear People to gaze Ladies to see and hear But this Assembly shall hereafter know GOD and his Angels were Spectators too With awful Pomp here Justice seem'd enthron'd The Sword she bare the Ballance was post-pon'd Ah Carver had thy Steel the force to raise From Fates Eternal Book these Leaves of Brass This dismal Scene of Horrour we 'd expunge Which did in Guilt of Blood a Nation plunge For who false Oaths so easily believe Their Crime resemble those who stoln Goods receive And through such light Belief if Blood be spilt No Forms of Justice can wipe off the Guilt What Cause in this
and detested by many Kick't out at St. Omers not pity'd by any Some Whisperers fix'd him Upon this Design And with promis'd Reward did him countermine Though his Tale was ill told it serv'd to give fire Despis'd by the wise whilst fools did admire IV. The next that appear'd was a Fool-hardy Knave Who had ply'd the High-ways and to Vice was a Slave Being fed out of Bask in Prison forlorn No wonder that Money should make him forsworn He boldly dares swear What men tremble to hear And learns a false Lession without any fear For when he is out there 's one that 's in 's place Relieves his invention and quickens his Pace V. In a Country Prison another was found Who had cheated his Lord of One 1000 pound He was free'd from 's Fetters to swear and inform Which very couragiously he did perform To avoid future strife He takes away Life To save poor Protestants from Popish Knife Which only has Edge to cut a Rogues Ears For abusing the People with needless fears VI. Another starts up and tells a false Tale Which straight he rovoked his Courage being frail But to fortifie one that needeth his aid Being tempted with Money which much doth perswade He swore he knew all That contrived the fall Of one who that day was seen near to White hall Where he by the Treasurers powerful Breath More likely by far received his Death VII A Gown-man most grave with Fanatical form With his scribbling wit doth blow up this storm For Moth-eaten Records he worships the Devil Being now lodg'd at Court he must become civil He hunts all about And makes a great Rout To find some old Prophecy to help him out But his friend that was hous'd with him at Fox-hall Being joyn'd with his Master still strengthens 'em all VIII Then comes a crack'd Merchant with his shallow Brain Who first did lead up his stigmatiz'd Train He since is grown useless his Skill being small Yet at a dead lift he 's still at their call He has pester'd the Press In ridiculous dress In this scribling Age he could not do less But to so little purpose as plainly appears With pen he had as good sate picking his Ears IX To end with a Prayer as now 't is my Lot Confounded be Plotters with their Popish Plot God bless and preserve our gracious good King That he may ne'er feel the Presbyters sting As they brought his Father With rage to the Block So would they extirpate all the whole Stock But with their false Plots I hope they will end At Tyburn where the Rabble will surely attend The great Despair of the London-Whigs for the Loss of the Charter THen is our Charter Polexfin quite lost Is there no Aid from the new sainted Post Are our Sham-plots and Perjuries all in vain If not we 'll summon Patience back again Saints Prayers to Heaven w'have found will not prevail But more propitious Hell will never fail Then let Almighty TITVS for you know He needs must be a Magick Doctor too For how do you think at Salamancha he Could take such an Invisible Degree Unknown to all the University Let him raise up the once great Tapski's Ghost With his Retinue all that num'rous Host Of brave Heroick Spirits who could dye For Treason and Rebellion juctifie Amongst those Steven condemn'd by wicked Laws The Proto-Martyr for the last Good CAVSE Advance you brave Arch-Trait from the Grave Who made Slaves Princes and your Prince a Slave Bradshaw and Cromwel those two Glorious Names That raise dull Treason up to Active Flames Let these Infernal Worthies then be backt By Zimri and the Jury that he pactt With all the fiery Zealots of the Town But chiefly our great Patriot of Renown To whom we 'll give some pretty Polish Crown Not that we promiâ—'d him for all our Zeal Is only how to raise a Common weal. With this Cabal weâ—ll fool all Equity And gain what Law has lost by Polity Here God-like Tapskie once shall speak again And what he speaks Fates shall oppose in vain For if Alive he Treason taught so well What a vast Traytor now he 's school'd in Hell Could Cromwel once by force assume the Crown And sha'n't this angry Ghost relieve one Town Sha'n't Ignoramus who with no ado Could save great Tapski save our Charter too But what are only Councels now The Course That we would take in this Distress is Force But the Militia now alas is gone 'T is odds to what we had in Forty One The Saints are all sequester'd of their Right The City govern'd by a Jebusite What then should we distressed Rebels do Is it too late can't we for Pardon sue Why Good King Charles's Clemency may spare Despair Tho' we in two Reb. had our share Nor need we hang our selves like Judas for But let 's like Origen since other hopes are past Hope the poor Devil may be sav'd at last A Panegyrick to His Royal Highness upon His Majesties late Declaration especially dravvn from Unio Dissidentium Pag. 2. Part 14. Pag. 3. Part 3. Pag. 4. Part. 3. and 4. OF a Just King the Pow'rful Words declare Great James presumptive and apparent Heir The words betoken one and self-same Thing Though some Them would under distinction bring Such Declaration Henry Third of France Wisely made use of when some 'gan advance Pretensive Heirs Fourth Henry to displace A lawful Heir though much remote in Race Such Declaration by both Kings must be An Act impulsed by Divine Decree What good effects from first of these did flow The Gallick Chronicles at large do show Check'd Henry after Care and War became Eternally Great in his Fame and Name Great Duke in this Declarement acquiesce In sweet Repose and Rest thy self possess This heavenly opening of thy Brothers Breast With all due Reverence be it exprest Hath likeness unto that in Sacred Text. Save that a Brother's own'd in stead of Son What more than this can in the Case be done Who dare henceforth this Kingly Act gainsay Who dare against Thy Royal Highness bray Surely the Mouths of the tumultuous Crew Are stopt or else to means we bid adiew Where a King's Word is There is Power so saith The Sacred Writ on which we ground our Faith Henceforth of just necessity must cease Those clamors which so much disturb thy peace Henceforth no Voyage over British Seas Or cold Retirement under Scotch Degrees Need'st thou to take but still abide where Birth Thou first receiv'dst passing time in Mirth By Sovereign belov'd by Friends carest Rever'd by all and by the Heavens blest Exactly making good that Expectation Of being mighty Pillar to this Nation A Stay of State a strong supporting Prop Ordain'd to Scale the Point of Honours top Long since foretold of thee as we may see At large exprest in day Fatality Nor can'st be spar'd from Serene Charles his side Being active vigilant helpful to Guide Affairs of State by Land as well as Sea
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
Sing your Praise And when the Fates have Seal'd your mighty Doom For Fate too well we see is sure to come May Heav'n a Nobler way supply our want And hop'd Success to all our Wishes grant Then when we loose our Queen we are sure to find our Saint The Description of the CORONATION 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 are Blest Feels Extasies too high to be exprest Nor blame the Muse that would this Subject shun Poets and 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 several Monarchs Crown'd Tho' now thy former Glories dis-appear As twinkling Stars when Day 's bright Gods draw near Yet greater Honours in their room are given From Earth's rag 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 forâ—'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 Skreens 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 worted Care And flie 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 in a Heav'nly World And did the Persians see this Royal Pair They 'd 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 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 things obey Your Royal Barge on my soft Bosom made The happy'st 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 Fair And when You 'll late he 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 Pallace 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 Flow And will no Neptune Sir no Thetis Madam 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 Europe's weight Without the just return of viewing it But know whoever did these Coverings lay Did spoil the greatest Wonder of this day Flora does now in my wrong'd Bosom lie Furnisht with all her Summer Treasury Long since delighting on great CAESAR's Road In various Sweets to spread her self abroad Raising her Head she had been Proud to meet A Noble Râ—ia from Tour Royal Feet But slighted thus she 'd something more to say But louder Tryumphs bore the sound away Such num'rous Crouds both far and near were seen That streets seem'd Pav'd houses Tyl'd with Men Chequer'd with the Fair
short a stay Ungrateful Countrey Barbarous Holland Shoar Cou'd the Battavian Climate do no more Her Shaftsbury's dear Life no longer save What a Republick Air and yet so quick a Oh! all ye scatter'd Sons of Titan weep This dismal day with solemn Mournings keep Like Isral's Molten-Calf your Medals burn And into Tears your Great Letemur turn Oh! wail in Dust to think how Fates dire frown Has thrown your dear Herculean Column down Oh Charon waft thy Load of Honour o'er And land Him safely on the Stygian Shoar At His Approach Fames loudest Trumpet call Cromwel Cook Ireton Bradshaw Hewson all From all the Courts below each well pleas'd All the Republick Legions numerous Host Swarm thick to see your Mighty Heroe land Crowd up the Shoar and blacken all the Strand And what'ere Chance on Earth or Pow'rs accurst Broke all your Bonds your Holy Leagues all burst This Union of the Saints no Storm shall sever This Last ASSOCIATION holds for ever Dagon's Fall Or Sir William Waller turn'd out of Commission GOod GOD what means this sudden Alteration The Fop that has so long disturb'd the Nation By 's Pride and Pomp and Pow'r is now Turn'd out And hardly pity'd by the silly Rout. He was as stout and lofty as old Hector Usurp'd the Power of our damn'd Protector As Fierce and Cruel as a Tyger's whelp He wanted neither strength nor art nor help To do and undo he was grown so great That the Creation was amaz'd to see 't He had his Coach and Horses Footmen too And into th' City rode to make a shew But little thought when drawn by Whitaker His fatal downfal it had been so near To put a Sword into a Madmans hand It may make Bloody Work within the Land Papists and Protestants were all alike Both sent to lodge with Church and thin-jaw'd Dyke No Day scarce pass'd without some mischief done Into all Companies the Fool did run The Goaler sure gave him a snack of Fees For Prisoners flock'd even like a Swarm of Bees Here Ten were sent him for a Popish Plot There Two more to please a Buggering Sot Then a New Plot is feign'd and more secur'd ' Uds flesh my Friends this cannot be endur'd Printers Apprentices and many more In all I do believe near twice two score They all are Plotters yet by Jove not one Can tell you what was said or what was done The Gate-house is become a Babel now Confusions came upon us none knew how But he that wrought the Mischief now is found 'T will puzzle any man to prove him sound He 's rotten at the Heart I 'll lay my Life No wonder he begot us all this Strife Well now the Cause is gone the effect will cease I hope we shall enjoy our former Peace This Leaven leaven'd the whole Lump And made us fear another sawcy Rump He study'd out new Plots and for what ends Only to please his Presbyterian Friends Ah but my Friend thou thy last Dice hast thrown For which the Presbyters begin to groan Thy buisie active Soul I do not jest Had lately sent it a Quietus est And that which doth thy Grief and Sorrow double Thou art not Rich for all thy needless trouble Soul take thine ease thou very well mai'st sing For thou hast got a Writ of ease from th' King Thou hast much Goods laid up for many years Say that and I will give thee both my Eâ—â—s Leave but the Factious out go through the City Thou wilt not find a Man enclin'd to pity Hang him cries one he was a buisie Knave He shew'd no Mercy nor he none shall have Mischief was all his aim and his design When he brought Hickey to a glass of Wine The mischief which so eagerly he sought For others he himself too dearly bought But I am almost weary of my Rhimes For I consider these are Trayterous Times Had but this buisie Fool his late Commission This wou'd have cost me a devout Submission I had been surely sent to Goal for Treason As Thompson was and had a greater Reason But God be thanked curst-Cows have short Horns He must and shall endure our Flouts and Scorns We may go boldly on and fear no fall No painted Staff will answer at his Call Now he is down down with him now 's the Season For if he rise he 'l Goal us all for TREASON A Dialogue betwixt the Devil and the Ignoramus Salamanca Doctor Devil Bâ—hold from the Infernal Lake I 'm come To fright thy Soul to it's Eternal Doom To tell thee Villain that thy Reign 's expir'd And now be sure thou shalt no longer hir'd â—e by Me no nor any of the Damn'd To drench in Innocent Blood this mournful Land Hence then begone and do no more pursue Villanies Hell could ne'er act but by you Now Heaven stops my Power and I thy Hand And now I tell thee Doctor Thou art damn'd Doctor O Spectre spare a while my dreadful Doom Go back and tell the Damn'd I come I come Only let me compleat the Ills I 've begun Then Heaven farewel and unto You I come Devil The Blood o' th' Innocent aloud does cry Revenge Revenge on cursed Doctor Ti No more o' th' Innocent shall bleed nor die Doctor Well the time 's come the fatal day 's at hand That I for ever ever must be damn'd O curs'd Revenge what Mischiefs have I done Abjur'd the Father and blasphem'd the Son The Sacred Spirit of Truth at once have I Banish'd and that my vengeance I might buy I 've caus'd the best of Innocents to dye See where their Ghosts appear in Purple ray'd afresh Victims by Perjury alone betray'd See how they shake their Heads and bleed Their wounds gape wide in their new murder'd flesh And these most frightful Visions come cause I Th' bloody Villanous Murderer stand by 'T is true that I the cruel Murderer am And thousands more by Perjury to trepan I solemnly did vow and often swear And none t' escape from the Peasant to the Peer Nay Sacred Prelates Princes Queens and Kings Should have made up my Bloody Offerings Ten Thousand more of Innocents had dy'd ' Cause I King Queen and Duke had Sacrific'd Cities and Towns I 'd Fir'd if not withstood And quench'd the flames with Innocent Blood Let me but live in this world three years more This Island then shall swim in Christian gore I 'le subvert Governments and murder Kings Sow discord among Friends I 'le do such things Shall make the World believe there is not that Villanous thing I have not power to act I 'le make the World believe let me but stay That Light is Darkness and that Night is Day That I the Saviour of the Nation am And that CHRIST was of no avail to Man Then I the Sacred Gospels will destroy Swear they 'r but fictious Stories and a Lye Perswade them that the Bible's but a Farce No more to be esteem'd than is my A So I 'le improve the
Father you 'd deal with the Son I 've seen your Martyr's Peters Scot and Viner Sainted in Gold with Colledge the Joyner I 've seen your Pamphlets Libels Books of print Such ne're before came from the Devil's Mint I 've seen the Doctors Depositions too And faith he 's done as much as man could do Won't all this Old-new-found-Art do the work To pull the King down and set up the Kirk What No Cornucopia to be found Be all our Knights-Templers laid under ground Are our Braves good for nothing but to lap Th' infected droopings of a silver Tap Alas we want Ingredients Give Us a Parliament that shall ever live And the Militia we 're compleatly Blest CESAR do that and then Sir do your best What Snake-hair'd Fury with Infernal Brand Broke loose from Hell thus to inflame the Land Shall we be jealous of our blest Content Till cracking th'strings we break the Instrument Shall our Arch-Angel of the Devil 's See Drown'd Four and twenty of our Hierarchy And by a whirl-wind from the Stygian-Lake A Glorious Monarch and Three Kingdoms wreck Down Asmodeus down to the burning Pits Where thy Councel of State in Brimstone sits In that dark Conclave let thy Envy range Changing but That never expect more change Here Pity checks my Spleen and who can tell Good Angels sorrows when the Train too fell But they were blest with great perfection And though seduc'd the Crime was All their Beneath the Firmament it is not so Here 's imperfection in the High and Low One Lucifer on Earth may dangerous prove More than a Legion to One Saint above But see the Murder'd Martyrs Ghosts appear Your Native Prince and Fathers Shades stand there Lend Them your Eyes the Rabble not your Ear. And what would the mad Rabble have Let 's try And who would ask but one as mad as I Can the turbulent wind tell why it blows Gr tumbling Ocean why it Ebbs and Flows The senceless Rabble's but that Dust which flies With every puff of wind into our eyes It makes you pur-blind and defiles your Shooes Rather to piss on 't than to court it choose I 'll dare the Sun which hath survey'd the Earth Ever since Eve gave Cain and Abel Birth In all his Travels if he can declare A people Franchis'd as the English are All others Birth-right Bondage is but We Surfeit with Cates and glut with Liberty If Heaven should bid a Subject to implore What bliss we want he could not ask for more Oh the unhappy state of Happiness They enjoy more that do enjoy much less Rome in it's Pomp and Pride could never shew Men of that bulk of Wealth in England flow And every Cottager lives frank and free As Jove Here 's a perpetual Jubilee Hear one great Truth an English Subject sings We have one Emperour and a Million Kings To the KING Celestial Prince descended from above With Goodness and the wisdom of great Jove Hov'ring the Doves with thy Seraphick Wings Still Shielding Church and State from Serpents Stings Accept the Addresses of our Humble praise 'T is all the Incense Men to God can raise When civil War Three Kingdoms did inthrall You were the Saviour that Redeem'd us all And rais'd miraculously from their Graves Thre Soul-sunk Nations that were Slaves to Slaves Mean Thanks do mighty favours quite disgrace But dull Ingratitude becomes the base How Justly may'st thou let thy Thunder fly Both Giants and Pigmies doom'd to dye What will they war with Jove in vain in vain Whom th' Gods have Crown'd in spight of Worms shall Reign Repent proud Dust before it he too late Strike Sail my Muse shall be your Advocate Hear great Apollo Phoebus lend thine Ear To an unpolisht Muse's humble Prayer She lifts no Phaetontick palm on high Lo her request is veil'd with Modesty Thou that art goodness Essence Thou that keeps Clemency waking that she never sleeps Look on the Errours of Mortality With the kind Aspect of your God-like Eye Though they have sin'd and certainly a Sin To death had it against a bad Prince been And their Transgressions in an high degree Are aggravated to sin thus against Thee My poor Muse begs although their sins be great That Thou wouldst not Forget to forget To the DUKE And Thou great Hero of loud Fames first rate Still partner of your Royal Brothers Fate Who baffle Mischief and her Dart despise And stand the firmer for her Batteries Whilst Envy toyls her self quite out of breath You undisturb'd can smile the Wretch to death Malice is now in a Consumption grown To see her self mistook in You alone Still the more venom that on You they throw Still you the Taller and more lovely grow Can walk the Fiery Furnace and no Hair Sing'd no smell of Fire no impair Fond men To hope they can destroy whom Jove Preserves by Wonders and peculiar Love Never before prosumptive Heir did sure Worse Wrongs from most presumptive Men endure Well may they droop their Heads and Neâ—ks incline As Tulips Frost bit with a Northern Wind To Prudence still and Piety you 'r Just And do forgive whom none will wish to trust To the LORDS You of the Constellation that maintain Your starry Glories from Apostate stain You whose chaste Loyalty for ever stream'd To th' Royal Lamp of Honour whence You beam'd You shall for ever share the Muses Praise Whilst Helicon hath Drops Apollo Bays To the GENTRY Come Brothers of the Minor-Stars that are No wandring Planets but fixt in Your Sphere You that have vow'd to be so True To Charles that to your selves you be so too And sure I am your Oath will not be broke You 'l bow to Destiny before the Yoke We must not praise nor thank our selves that 's vain That were but Champarty You know in grain But we 'l so Loyal and so Faithful live That Church and Crown 's Fees Us no thanks shall give To the Common-Councel and Court of Aldermen And You brave Citizens so Rich and Wise The Boons of Heavens due to Loyalties Heaven marks them who from Allegiance stray With Children Wits or Fortunes quite awry You that hold th' Rains curb the head-strong Jaws Of Asses kickt at Governours and Laws You know that Trade doth still most profit bring To them are true to God and to their King Long may You live and may the Town and Court Be happy in the prayers of my poor heart May no King want such Citizens I pray Nor Towns-men Prince like him they now enjoy To the Livery-men But You that are now of th' new Livery And Old Leven look for no thanks from me Keep to your Gods on damned Bradshaw call Implore the shades of Ireton and Noll To come improv'd from Hell and be so good To set crackt men with Plunder up and Blood The Rabble shall no longer Rule this Town Rebellions Charter must now go down But yet we 'l beg the King that he would please To give another on good
them feel York's return'd T' England what can fate prevent That after this she can call Discontent That Noble Conqu'ror is Return'd Yorks He Who 's the true Favourite of Victory Who whatsoever He attempted wrought Event still gladly lackying his wise Thought I challenge thee proud Greece and prouder Rome From their first Birth and to their latest Tomb Peruse your Heroes read their Actions o're Make what was somewhat by Romancing more Add what you can invent then if you dare Bring them yet if with York you them compare They shall as much that Competition shun As a weak Taper yields to the bright Sun Which of Yours Triumpht for anothers Gains That theirs might be the Profit his the Pains Brave JAMES has oft for haughty England fought And for Unthankful Souls the Conquest brought For whilst at Sea their fiercest Foes He Quells For His Reward the Ungrateful Land Rebels Behold the Nations Curse a Plot is rais'd The Banter'd People stood a while amaz'd Tho now'ts decry'd more than at first 't was Prais'd They find tho late that Plots are to th' Precise The needful'st things whether they 're Truth or Lyes To bring in Commonwealths and Kings to sacrifice But Charles and James are Heav'ns chiefest Care Tho their Blest Father perisht in their Snare The Gods with his Sons Lives that Martyrs loss Repair Blush Blush thou Speaker to the Damn'd Cabal No longer against York and Goodness yawl No more to Factious Clubs thou trait'rous Insect crawl Let thy Rebellious Lectures now be at a stand Thou Manuscript of Treason in Short-hand The Devil 's Enchiridion being no less Than the Perfection of all wickedness In vain are all the Plots you can devise Too loud the Father's Blood for Vengeance cries Then add not to Damnation if thou' rt wise Crouch Crouch Disloyal Whigs â—'unthinking Crew Not others Ruine you your own pursue No more by Crop-Ear'd Villains cheated be Both of your Sense and dearest Loyalty By Religious Glow-worms maskt Impiety And Absalom thou piece of Ill-plac'd Beauty As Happy be as Fair and know thy Duty For some what in that Noble Frame I saw Which or a Father or a King can awe And bashful Corah do thou leave to swear If not for Law or Punishments you care At least because thou know'st no more Forbear And you ye Vulgar Fiends ye Scum of Hell Whose Grace lies in your Swearing well Than you Nile's greedy Beast more mild appears That whom it kills bemoans them with its tears At last in pity to your Souls give o'er Let out your Founder'd Hackney-Oaths no more Oh! for the Natious Good and Publick Peace May this stupendious way of Plotting cease Burn all Associations you have writ Conspire no more two Princes Fall they sit Too near to thunder and you 'll sure be hit Brave York unmov'd your various Ills can bear Firm as the Center Fixt as th' Northern Star Since Sacred Charles does know him loyal true With a disdainful Scorn he laughs to view The worst the lowest dregs of Men dare do Go on Disloyal London stand and see Your Lawful Prince murder'd in Effigie For sure the stroke was aim'd above his Knee Raise still your Tumults but you 'll see at length Antoeus-like by Falling he 'll get strength Hence with all shallow Plots such Juglers blind The Fond Chimeras of Phantick Minds Now York appears see how they sink away As frightful Shades vanish at sight of Day Forth Forth all Loyal Souls his Coming greet Lay your Hearts low beneath his Royal Feet He comes he comes sure none but Traitors stay When York's the word and a King leads the way Welcom brave Prince welcom in balmy Rest To them by Pain and want of Sleep opprest Welcom as Health to th' Sick to Bridegrooms Night Welcom as to disorder'd Chaos Light Let loudest Shouts strait cleave the yielding Air And Bells and Bonfires our vast Joys declare Let Rocks and Hills and ' Dales and dancing Floods Hear our glad Sounds who with repeating Noise Will help to double our repeated Joys Oh! Glorious Sight Oh! Miracle of Fate To see at once Two Princes in their State As if Two Suns did harmlesly agree Not the kind Heavens to Fright but Beautifie Fill up the Bowls let Charles and James go round And to the Vaulted Sky your Clangors found May Charles's Reign flourish in wealth and peace Whil'st York's chief care is both of 'em t' increase May no Sham-Plots our Happiness e'er thwart Or cause these Royal Brothers e'er to part Oh! May They Live and Love while Streams to th' Main Their Tribute pay while Skies do Stars sustain Having these Two what can our Bliss destroy My Verses may have End but not our Joy To His Royal Highness the DUKE upon his Arrival WHen You Great Sir began to disappear All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear Hope only in Scotch Rebels liv'd who knew Our Courage and our Conduct fled in you Pirates and Rebels joyntly did Command Turks prey'd on all by Sea and Scots by Land The Turks who ne'er so insolent were grown T' approach our British-Coasts till You were gone Though what the Algerines first tempted forth Was that which mov'd their Brethren in the North. Both saw we were forsaken by that Hand Which had with equal Glory once maintain'd Our Flag at Sea our Scepter on the Land Brave Causes both worthy the Sword alone Of Charles's Brother and the Martyrs Son What Force is able with that Arm to fight Which pleads a Martyrs vows a Sov'raigns right Now had you left your Brother's Rule the Land And past those Seas which once You did Command Beyond our English Bounds those Bounds that were To our poor Isle none to your Arms appear Where once your Sword was drawn your Course you bend Your Sword must still beyond Our Rule extend Flanders at once does Peace and You receive While Foes our Peace disturb and Traffick grieve Yet these alas like some ill Omens were But Harbingers of our approaching Fear For He in whom we all an Intrest crave A Brothers You we those of Subjects have Whose mighty Soul could not be well contain'd Within his own Dominion on the Land Descends the Ocean and his Ships to view Which oft engage him in deep Thoughts of you On your Employment musing and your Charge Wishes in vain a Subjects Soul so Large Fit for the Steerage of so vast a Fleet Or near him at the Helme on Land to sit Who next the Throne might shine in silent Peace Or in loud wars might Thunder on the Seas But finding none He feels the loss though late Of such a Limb new sever'd from the State The first Prince of the Blood now from him gone Unguarded on the Right hand left the Throne For none in Deeds so Great or Birth so High His Place in Arms or Councils may supply None may of Right ascend they may invade For Princes of the Blood are Born not Made T' enjoy their Titles and possess
wicked Satyr's way of Bruital Love Hence forth he 'l have a Smarter Rod in Pickle For such Debaucher's of 's dear Conventicle From such Vile Cells as from Contagion flee Such Deeds were ne're seen in Monast'ry Believe it to th' Eternal shame of Meetings Nor in our Churches are such Carnal Greetings Then prithee disaffected Cit Comply With Law and thou'lt enjoy thy Liberty Securely live beneath thy Vine at ease Thy Credit and thy Fortune will increase Be Loyal and defend the Kings Just Right Ne're read a Factious Pamphlet with delight Ne're feed on Horse-flesh nor read vain Discourses 'Twixt Charing-Cross your Wool-Church-Horses Ne're have a Vicious thought ' gainst Majesty But let all Treason-Talkers silenc'd be Those Vermin that do girn at Monarchy Oppose their barking and let the World know You can be honest if you would be so The Comet that appear'd did sure portend That all your Factions here will have an end And Zealous Conventiclers will then amend On the KINGS most Happy and Miraculous Deliverance at Newmarket SO Weapons prosper which are form'd ' gainst Heaven Or it is Vicegerent Heavens peculiar Care To whom are more then Vulgar Blessings given And fire has sav'd whom men more Cruel wou'd not spare Some greater Genius him defends By mighty means for mighty ends And makes his Foes his Footstool be Or what his Goodness more Delights to see Makes them his Friends II. Nor do we more Congratulate The present safety of the State Then future Peace which we anticipate Now Treasonous Arts are so Expos'd to view The Plots as soon as hatch'd are blasted too Popery's coming in they well might cry Whose Methods wou'd fulfil the Prophecy Nor did they cheat the World who took such Pain The Jealousies they rais'd shou'd not be vain First Arbitrary Power must down Meaning the Crown Then must some Minister be in Disgrace Because a Rebel wants his place More Liberty the People crave Yet know not how to use that which they have Next that Mens Properties secur'd must be They'd made the King a Property What monstrous Blessings wou'd a Change create Might Atheists mend the Church and Knaves the State But shall we twice be gull'd by one pretence With our Allegiance have we lost our Sense These very Tricks ruin'd us once before Curse of such Arts which now are Arts no more All that is envy'd still attend the Throne And him that sits Thereon But when these Earthly Gods shall die like Men. Let only Nature then Nature the Rule of him by whom Kings Reign Appoint who next shall grace truth Maintain Many Names of Matchless Heroes of this Race Distinguish happy times till time it self shall cease A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of ORMOND Qua nihil majus meliusve Terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt Quamvis redeant in Aurum Tempora priscum Horat. MYRTILLO ALEXIS MYRTILLO IF loaded Eye-lids and a clouded Brow Cross'd Arms and rising Sighs great Sorrow shew And if one Friend may know anothers care Why these sad Marks does my Alexis wear ALEXIS Alas Myrtillo cast thy eyes around And tell me what like comfort 's to be found The Sun has not sent forth one chearful Ray But worn a Cloud of Mourning all the day See how our drooping Flocks no Pastures heed But bleat about us and neglect to feed Let Nature look in all her Orders sad Nor Envy dare to shew it if she 's glad Since nothing nothing now can Joy restore For Fate has struck and Pyrrha is no more MYRTILLO Pyrrha for whom our daily vows we pay'd And best-lov'd Younglings on the Altar lay'd For whose long Well-fare Life and happy State All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait Whose Virtue Nymphs were taught to copy young For 't was the Theme of ev'ry Shepherds Song Has Fate at last prevail'd And is SHE gone O whither now shall many wretched run The Injur'd for Redress the Poor for Aid Worth for Reward or Grief to be allay'd Since Justice Pity Bounty quits our Plains But Sorrow grows Eternal and remains ALEXIS As full blown Flow'rs that long have deck'd the ground And with their Odours fill'd the Air 〈◊〉 Bend down their heads at last to Mother Earth And fade away though to a second 〈◊〉 Or as tall Caedars who admir'd have stood For many years the Glory of the Wâ—â—â— â—inding in time their sacred Roots decay Are by the next rude tempest torn away So flourish'd Pyâ—rha and as high did rise Adorn'd the Farth and seem'd to reach the Skies Fair without blemish Lofty without Pride But Oh! the Tempest rose and Pyrrha dy'd Gone then 's all Spring now Winter's only ours Sighs rise like Storms and Tears must fall like Showers MYRTILLO If full of Years and Honours Pyrrha fell Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell While to a nobler work our minds we raise Suspend our Sorrows and Proclaim Her Praise ALEXIS As round Heaven's Throne whole Choirs of Angels throng Yet all their Triumph's one Eternal Song So here on Earth should Pyrrah's Praises last Till Time 's no more and Natures works lie wast MYRTILLO Ten let us tune our Reeds Thou first the Lay Begin Our Flocks shall listen and I 'll play So up to Pyrrha's Fame our Notes we 'll raise Suspend our Sorrows and proclaim her Praise ALEXIS Mean time ye boundless Winds your Gusts forbear And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear Keep back ye Rivers and forbear to run Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's â—ame be done Then let each wind bear it where-e'r it blows Catch it ye Hills and Valleys as it goes With your assenting Ecchoes in the close Murmur it Floods as to your Seas ye creep And with It add new Wonders to the Deep For the Renown of Pyrrha's Name shall last Till Time 's no more and Natures Works lie wast MYRTILLO On then ALEXIS As Stars before the rising day Seem in their Orbs to sink and dive away So all the Nymphs upon our sertile Plains Though proud and cruel to their sighing Swains When Pyrrha's pow'rful Charms approach'd they fail'd And any Satyr might have then prevail'd So much in blooming Youth cou'd she surprize Sh 'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes Come then ye Nymphs of Arcadia draw near Weep round her Earth and all your Garlands tear For Pyrrha's Beauty once no Equal knew But Fate has seiz'd Her now and must have You. MYRTILLO Pyrrha's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove And sir'd at last Alâ—anders Hearâ— with Love The Nymph found Him a Tryumph worth Her Charms And She alone was sit to fill His Arms Many did either Conquest wish t'haâ— made But only They each other could 〈◊〉 For in her Form did Nature seem improv'd And He was fram'd to Love and be Belov'd Therefore Heav'n smil'd and all the Stars look'd kind When Pyrrha Alcander's Hearts were joyn'd ALEXIS Who has not heard of great Alcander's Name So long
there should Reign a Star Of that Divine and Gracious Influence Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove And bless the Land with Plenty Peace and Love 'T is YOU oh Sacred Sir for Empire Born Shall make the great Prediction true And this last Miracle perform To make Us Blest and make Us own it too Oh may Your â—uster with Your Liâ—e renew â—ong may You Shine and spread Your Beams as far As from the Morning to â—he Eâ—â—ning Star 'Till Your Convincing Rays Your Foes o're come And for Your Glâ—rious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room FINIS Ireland's Tears A Pindarique Poem upon the Death of our late Soveraign Charles the Second and the Peaceful and Happy Succession and Inauguration of our present Great Monarch King James the II. I. AS distant Thunder in a rowling Cloud First Murmures inwardly then Roars aloud O're the amazed list'ning Crowd Till the Dread Clap scares ev'ry Mortal Ear Too weak Heav'ns angry voice to bear Such was the sad astonishing News Which February's 6th Ides did bring The dangerous Sickness of our Dearest King It stun'd all Ears and did all Minds amuse All the sad Tydings so bemoan As if it were not His Sickness but their Own Trembling and full of Fear we wait To know what the next Messenger will say And all the while we Weep and all the while we Pray When suddenly Death's Herald spoke the Dreadful Fate Alas the Miserable Day The News too sad to Hear too Killing to repeat II. Horrour and Cryes fill all around Distracted Looks and Throbbing Hearts As if 't were the last Trumpets sound In ev'ry place are found And hideous Groans do Eccho from all parts Frighted with what I saw and heard But much more with what I sear'd The blasted City soon I left And as of Reason quite bereft I wildly roam'd about to seek some place Less Doleful than that City was Where without Partners or Lookers on I might Enjoy my Grief alone And for a little space Might lay the weighty burden of my Sorrow down III. And long I had not rov'd about E're an approv'd Retirement I found out Ruins that to Religion Sacred were of Yore Nor now less Venerable than heretofore Where all things did my Melancholly Fancy please Murmuring Waters awful Cliffs wither'd Trees There Cheerful Birds n'ere Sing nor e're blows Nor any Beast or Humane Face gentle breeze Was to be seen upon the lonely Place To this Forlorn and Uncouth seat Well suited to my Troubled state I softly with my load of Grief retreat Where each Rock and ev'ry Tree Wou'd I knew Condole with me Only stearn Fate would un-relenting be Thus then with many a Tear and Groan My Dead Prince I did bemoan IV. Charles the Clement and the Good Charles the Flow'r of Princely Blood Of all we Earthly Gods do call Charles the most Belov'd of all Our Heart's Delight Joy of our Eyes And whom not we alone did prize Through the whole Universe His Glory flies Ev'n Nations Strangers to our Faith and God Heard of His Fame Rever'd His Name And Eastern Princes Dazled with His bright Renown Which did so much Eclipse their own Sent their Embassadors Abroad To Court the Favour of this Second Solomon Of Him to learn the Royal Art To Govern and secure the Peoples Heart While Christendom in ev'ry weighty All Did to His well-known Justice still Appeal Whose Word and Wisdom ever turn'd the Scale V. He that can tell the drops of Rain Which on an April day do fall Or his sad Subjects Tears can count Which to a greater number mount May reckon up the Graces but not all For that Essay would be in vain Which did adorn his Life and Glorious Reign For who will e're Attempt to tell Things that are unexpressible Great Lord of Wit Patron of Arts He was Learnings strong Atlas Poetry's best Friend Crown'd with each Ray and blest with ev'ry Grace That could a Prince or make or recommend But if in any one He could did Himself Excel 'T was that of Clemency Herein He was Heav'ns Parallel Nay be 't with Reverence spoke He Heav'n out-went In Pard'ning the Impenitent Is Heav'n it self so Merciful as He VI. But as Ten Thousand scatter'd Rays By Art are made to Center in one Glass So all the Tenderness and Love Which in His Heart did towards all His Subjects move First on His Royal Brother fell and through Him did pass Not fearing loss of Empire or of Life When High-born James's Foes were rife When sawcy Factious Senates menac'd high And blush'd not to Decry The Crown 's Just Heir and Truest Friend to Monarchy Our King close to His Brothers Interest stood And stem'd the Impetuous Flood To the Damn'd Project soon He put an end And shew'd Himself not more a Monarch than a Friend Friendship like This the World did never know Save what the King of Heav'n did show Who for our sakes descending here below Ceas'd to be Happy that we might be so VII How Dear to Heav'n its Champion was our Prince Who did so well Defend the Crown And Faith which He receiv'd from thence â—till valuing the Publick Weal more than his own Let the long Chain of Miracles convince Which Maugre all the opposition Of Fiends Fiend-like Men combin'd in one Destin'd him for and Brought Him to and kept Him on His Throne Witness that shining Herald sent To tell the World of His Illustrious Birth As if Heav'n had hereby meant Another God is Born on Earth At Noon we saw the New-born Star Shine on his Infant Brother here With a Mild Aspect yet so Bright and Clear As did out-vie the Mid-day Sun As far as He Himself all other Kings has done VIII And when Rebellion Black and Dire Had harass'd long His God-like Sire Whose Life it Barbarously took away Of all things Great and Holy made a Prey And turn'd three Kingdoms into One Aceldam Our late Ah wretched word Heav'n-lov'd King Kind Providence did wond'rously convey And sheltred Him beneath its wing From all the Ills which War and Chance And Treasons blacker than the Night Did'gainst His Sacred Life advance Witness His Happy ' scape from Wor'ster's Bloody Fight Where Hov'ring Angels with their Mighty Sav'd Him from all the Hazards of that Dread-Shield And their important Charge by ways unknown ful Field T' a Neighb'ring Friendly shade convey'd Where sturdy Oaks stretch'd out their Arms Oh shame to Mans Barbarity To Receive and shelter Distress'd Majesty on high Witness O Boscobel thy Monumental Tree IX From thence through Dangers numberless In mighty Wants and deep Distress At Home Abroad by Land and Seas As once his High-fam'd Ancestor the wandriâ— Trojan Prince By many a wondrous Providence During his Nine Years Exile hence Heav'n its Regard of Him did Evidence When the Almighty King to shew his care Of such as his Vicegerents are When Humane Force could do no more And when Our dying Hopes could
ebb no lower Did by a Turn Miraculous Restore Our King to Us Us to our King again To bringh which Blessed work to pass Neither Man's â—ower nor Policy had place No Contract made nor Blows were given But the astonish'd World saw 't was The stupendious work of Heaven X. So Great a Monarch and so Glorious So much Belov'd at Home Fear'd Abroad Much too Good alass for Us Wise as an Angel Generous as a God Though calmly Settled to a Lofty Throne Was not above the reach of Envious Lookers on Which made him stand in need of Heav'ns high Patronage And what he needed he still had To Save his Crown and Person from the Rage Of Men with too much Ease gone Mad. Witness those Plots the Faction's fruitful womb So oft Conceiv'd tho' still in vain Against their Gracious Sovereign Where sometimes the Discoverer Play'd both the Devil and the Conjurer Which being by Heav'ns great care Abortive still become They added to the VVonders of his Reign And made his Throne as fix'd and Glorious as his Wain XI When lo the Prince who seem'd Heavns chief Delight Its Darling and Prime Favourite His Mid-day Glory 's all full Blown How strangely are they Blasted Ah! how soon But what Heav'n rais'd Heav'n only can pull down Down low as Earth this Son of the most High is come And all his scatter'd Trophies serve but to adorn his Tomb. But why no Prodigy at all No Beacon Comet fir'd above No Monstruous Births no Storms no Whale Or to Presage Great King thy Fall Or to attend thy Funeral Which Nature's fright might shew Mankind's wonder move Why seeing a wondrous Star proclaim'd his Birth Did not as wondrous an Eclipse foretel his leaving Earth Must God-like Kings like Puny Mortals die Must Charles the most August Be meanly crumbled like Plâ—beian Dust Why deal'st thou with th' Anointed O King of Princes why XII But while thus Ravingly I spoke With a strange Horrour I was struck Which dim'd my Eyes loosen'd my Joynts and chill'd my Bloud Before me straight a Visionary somewhat stood Whose Form I could not well discern The Genius likely of the place Or some such Airy Image 't was Of Stature high Clad in Blue mists Its Visage stern Which with an angry Hollow Tone Thus stop'd me Shall Mortal wight dare to reprove Or prie into the things above The Prince whose Death you so bemoan Was He not th' Almighties Loan Who only has took what was his own His Awful Meen and Heavenly Eyes Which made all Hearts his Votaries His Soul so Soft yet truly Great His Mind so Clear and so Sedate Prov'd well his Extract from the Skies XII With Milder Accent and Genteeler look The Spright less Frightful now thus farther spoke Then if your much-Lamented King So Good and Amiable was Why wou'd you have some dreadful thing The smoothness of his Reign deface Let Tyrants and Usurpers have Sea-Monsters and Rough Hurricanes Foretel their Death and dig their Graves Such Prodigies suit well their Reigns Comets have still a noisy end When calmly does the Sun descend Or if you must have Prodigies Think of the Millions of Weeping Eyes The Truest kind of Elegies Or else let this be reckon'd one That 't is a Prodigy That you have none In Halcyon-days your Dove like Prince was born Which did with him return His Realms five Lustres have Peace's white Livery worn Living He Peace bestow'd on ev'ry side Kept all in Peace and Peaceably He Dy'd XIV It scarce had spoke when lo a sudden Thunder for such at first it did appear Shak'd the Thin Ghost asunder Which strait dissolv'd into its Primitive Air. From the cold Turf I quickly rais'd my Head Left there my Load of Grief and to the Town for shelter fled E're as I thought the Storm should fall upon my Head The City soon I reach'd help'd with the wings of Fear But my old Grief and Fright soon chang'd into new Dread and VVonder When what I took for Thunders noise A second Peal inform'd me was the Canon's roaring voice VVhich led me to a Loyal Crowd That with Great Triumph did Proclaim VVith Joyful Shouts and Acclamations Loud A new Kings Title and Imperial Name Amaz'd at This so easie Change I said May this Prodigious Shout strike all His Enemies dead Long and as this Day Peaceful be His Reign And may His God-like Brother live in Him again XV. Poets of old were Prophets deem'd And if they now were such esteem'd And who knows but they may If our Predicting Rhimes May lucky Omens prove to after Times And that some Good may be presag'd from Names Then would I boldly say These Realms are doubly blest in that of James Great Britain's Glory did Commence VVhen the First James did to the whole give Law He joyn'd the Kingdoms deriv'd from thence That long white Row of Peaceful years our Happy Fathers saw The Second James by Heaven's Decree VVill the great Healer of our Breaches be And as His Wisdom does already give our Fears Relief So will His Mercy suddenly Cure all our Publick Grief VVell-skill'd He is in all His Royal Grandsires Arts VVho joyn'd both Crowns as He will do all Hearts May Heaven fulfil and own the Prophesie But Ireland sure above the rest In that Auspicious Name is doubly Blest For while the Royal James the English Crown does wear And Ormond's Noble James remains His Vice-Roy here Ireland will ne're again know cause of Publick Grief or Fear An Heroick POEM Most humbly Dedicated to the Sacred Majesty of CATHARINE Queen Dowager WHat art thou Muse that do'st the Mind inspire And Tun'st the Strings of the Poetick Lyre Refin'st the Drossy Soul to Nobler Flame VVhat art thou but a strong desire of Fame A greedy Passion of excelling Praise VVhich moves in different Tempers different ways To be Admir'd first made the Souldier Fight The Courtier Flatter and the Poet VVrite But all such Thoughts from my griev'd Bosom fled VVhen first I heard our Sovereign Charles was dead My Soul grew so Opprest with the sad News I hated Fame abhorr'd my once-lov'd Muse Of all Desires Grief stop'd the eager Sense And froze Ambition to Indifference Oh Frail Condition of all Humane Things See here the Fate of ev'n the Mightiest Kings See here the Glorious Charles whose Royal worth Made Him the Judge of the Disputing Earth The Arbitration in His Bosom lay He held the Scepter of Imperial sway And War and Peace did His Commanding will obey Like Heav'n by Heav'ns Decree within His Breast The Fates of Kingdoms and of Empires Rest And VVisely was He chose for the great Grace For who like Him could Govern such a Race As His own Murm'ring People sure may guide VVith Ease and Pleasure all the VVorld beside And yet this Monarch Tho' all the Earth depended on His Breath Here lyes Himself a Subject now to Death To the Great Dead I here should Altars raise And guild his Lawrels with
Art of Perjury That none who are not skill'd in Villany Shall live thus will I fit this Isle for Hell And then adieu the World and Heaven farewel Thus I a Learned Doctor will commence And by the People be ador'd for Nonsence And with Sedition I their Souls will influence Devil Peace thou prophane wretch hold Villain hold For now with Heaven and Earth thou art too bold And I must tell thee another Winter old Thou shalt not be thy life and Soul are sold When flat on th' Altar Thou thy self didst lay Remember that thou gav'st thy Soul away To me and swor'st for ever thou 'dst be mine Mightst thou but compass thy Hellish Design To imbrue thy Hands in Innocent Blood And murder all who had the face of good Devils and Hell thou hast in this outdone By thy damn'd Perjury i th' face o th' Sun Hence then be gone to Hell away away For in this place thou shalt no longer stay Spoken by an old Acquaintance Why how now Doctor vanish'd fled and gone What none but Monsieur Devil and You alone Are all your Papists come to this damn'd end Thus to be hamper'd and ridden by a Fiend Unpitiedly blaspheme and groan thy last Belch forth thy unhallow'd Soul and blast Hell it self with thy unsanctified Breath And groveling i th' shades of Eternal Death I leave thee Ha ha ha ha poor Doctor Good Night little good Mr. Devil's Doctor Tyburn's Courteous Invitation to TITUS OATES the Salamanca Doctor OH name it once again will Titus come My dearest hopeful that long-wish'd for One For whom my Triple Arms extended were To hug with close Embraces many a year Haste haste my choicest Darling whom I love And thy long-promis'd kindness let me prove That Right Thou plead'st for which indeed 's thy due Though Others I 've deny'd I 'll grant it You The World shall find I willingly will bear And dance thy Carcase 'twixt the Earth and Air. In Hemp'n-string I 'll lull thee fast asleep And prevent all the Dangers of the Deep Oh how I love thee ' cause I 've heard thou 'st been So well acquainted with all kinds of Sin And with a false and strange Religious Guise Destroy'd the Innocent abus'd the Wise What crafty Lessons didst thou teach to men How to Rebell and told the time best when Urg'd to Exclude a Right and Lawful Heir Unthrone a King and swore away a Peer Thy Zeal through two-inch-Boards was plainly seen When Satan prompt thee to swear ' gainst the Queen Besides those many guiltless Souls that dy'd A Sacrifice to thy Luciferian Pride Yet yet beloved Titus my dear Son Reputed Saviour for thy Mercies shewn And well maist claim my Palace as thine own Thou 'lt find me kinder far than Courtiers I Will never turn thee out unril thou die And since White-hall has left thee I 'll provide That Lodging for Thee where old Noll was ty'd The REFORMATION ASATYR Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis HOW Roman-like did our Old Rebel Dye With His last breath profaning Majesty And braving Heav'n it self He w'd not stay Lest 't were a piece of cowardise to Pray And cannot all this Gallantry Engage Some Zealot spurr'd up to Poetick Rage But not a word there 's not one Ballad made Curtis I see will have but slender Trade For Rhymers now begin to Renegade I wonder'd not at Converts of the Cits Yet still I thought some Epidemick Wits Wou'd ne're have Grace enough for Proselytes But edifying Ketch does seldom fail And when All miss He 's certain to prevail Jack's a great Bug-bear for his very sight Did our bold Whiggish Oracles so fright That there 's not one of all the Canting Fry Can write a failing Brothers Elegy Nay lesser yet Their Club will not afford A Farewel Speech unless 't be for a Lord. The meaner Tyburn Saints have nought to say Besides their Pater Noster and Away A way they march to their true Friends below Cursing the blabbing H rd as they go But Shafts smiles to see 'em come so thick For He 's resolv'd to play another trick And have one Bout at Politick Old Nick For Stephen Vows they cannot live in Hell Except they make the little Dev'ls Rebel And after Vote it to a Common-weal 'T is pleasant Faith to see a Babe of Grace Masking Geneva Looks with Loyal Face Then gravely tell you that He never stood Too fierce a Stickler for the Brother-Hood And ne'er meant Mischief but for Publick gâ—od Thus Pious Wh deeply Read in Lives French Leagues Scotch Covenants and Narratives Though the next Oxford sitting He design'd T' Impeach Minc'd Pyes as Popishly inclin'd Has now made tender Conscience so comply He 'll allow Surplice Cross and Litany Nay any thing for th' Godly Reformade Seems so to hate the Salamankâ— Trade That now a Passive Lecture He 'll disgest As well as Meroz at Forbidden Feast Tho' Jeakel spoke with sacred Nonsence blest Next Bethel wisely turning with the Tide Thinks to shake off the once-Beloved-Side And doth the whole Design so much resent You 'd almost Swear He lov'd the Government Yet still He closely favours the Intrigue And quits the Sh from his Holy League Arn that early Martyr for the Cause So maul'd in Jack'napes Lane by Popish Claws Was pity'd till some Tell-tales understood That He like Priest of Baal in zealous mood First Scratch'd Himself and then did Murder cry And hang'd a Brace of Tories by the by No Engine kills like a Religious Lye But He and Stout Sir Tr that cou'd Vote For Freedom with as Popular a Note As any of the House begin to shrink Humbling themselves with Penitential Chink So W ms who the same brave Motto wore As Cataline and Cassius did before Doth now His Latine Poesie Paraphrase Will 's For the King If not against His Grace And Tr laying down that Great Command Will All His Taunton Forces now Disband And thus Forsooth whilst Loyalty's in Fashion W' are like to have a Hopeful Reformation But Subtile Roger bids Us have a Care 'T is dang'rous yet to Trust these Saints too far 'T is Ten to One if Jove's Great Mercy can Of Whig or Trimmer make an Honest Man Advice to His GRACE AWake vain man 't is time th' Abuse to see Awake and guard thy heedless Loyalty From all the Snares are laid for It and Thee No longer let that buisie juggling Crew Who to their own mis deeds entitle You Abuse Your Far Consider Sir the State Of our unhappy Isle disturb'd of late With causeless Jealousies ungrounded Fear Obstinate Faction and Seditious Care Gone quite distracted for Religion's sake And nothing their hot brains can cooler make So great 's the deprivation of their sence But the excluding of their lawful Prince A Prince in whose each Act is clearly shown That Heaven design'd him to adorn a Throne Which tho' He scorns by Treason to pursue He ne'er will quit if it become His due
Then lay betimes your mad Ambition down Nor let the dazling Lustre of a Crown Bewitch your Thoughts but think what mighty care Attends the Crowns that Lawful Princes wear But when ill Title 's added to the Weight How insupportable's the Load of State Believe those working Brains Your Name abuse You only for their Property do use And when they 'r strong enough to stand alone You as an useless Thing away'l be thrown Think too how dear you have already paid For the fine Projects Your false Friends had laid When by the Rabbles fruitless Zeal You lost Your Royal Fathers Love Your growing Fortune cross'd Say was Your Bargain think ye worth the Cost Remember what Relation Sir you bear To Royal Charles Subject and Son You are Two Names that strict Obedience does require What Frenzy then does your rash Thoughts inspire Thus by Disloyal Deeds to add more Cares To them of the bright Burden that he wears Why with such eager speed hunt You a Crown You 're so unfit to wear were it Your own With Bows and Legs and little Arts You try A rude unthinking Tumults Love to buy And he who stoops to do so mean a Thing Shows He by Heaven was ne're design'd for King Would you be Great do Things are Great and brave And scorn to be the Mobile's dull Slave Tell the base Great Ones and the shouting Throng You scorn a Crown worn in another's wrong Prove Your high Birth by Deeds Noble and Good But strive not to Legitimate your Blood Ephelia The Solicitous Citizen Or Much-ado about NOTHING COntinual Hubbub and the noise of Plot Idle Suspicions of he knows not what The Pope the Devil and the â—rench five years Have it enslav'd to Jealousies and â—ears Nor any Prospect yet of Peace appears Bandy'd about 'twixt Credit and Despair Who 's safe he cries while such Designs there are And what is more perplexing can't tell where No though of late he to his side have got TITVS that Devil at cold scent of Plot But he poor Cur at Oxford lost his Fame Where he Ran counter to 's eternal shame There the base man Disloyal and Vnjust A second time prov'd Traytor to his Trust In vain from him Discoveries you hope The Cur Pox on him 's foil'd A Rope a Rope But this to â—it no satisfaction gives He 's still uneasie and in Fear he lives Câ—ies there are others who can find out Plots And Make perhaps as well as Dr. Oats Says Wiser Heads than his the City Rule Or else said Each Cit had been a I ovl Say what ye will we will secure our Home Be all in readiness at Beat of Drum Who knows how soon the K. of France may come The Guards each night you 'd split to see the Farce Like Rattle-Snakes with Bandaleers at A Ty'd to long Swords and drest in Greasie Buff Majestic Porters through the City huff Whilst Leader Fore-horse-like the Pageant makâ—s With formal strut and 's gawdy Tassel shakes In this brave Pomp they march to Rendesvouze And there from Nine till Six securely bouze In damn'd Mundungus and as nasty Nantz They curse the Pope and huff the K. of France Does but poor whore about their Quarters budge Whom undkind Stars do force till Ten to trudge Stait brustling Myrmidon cries Who comes there Stand or I 'll fire or stir a foot that dare Raises the Guards for such Alarms are common Two hundred men to seize on one poor Woman Why here so late cries Leader On what score What are you I 'm a Woman You 're a Whore And Fellow Buff-Coats a suspicious One For ought I know the Whore of Babylon As you say Captain it may be Pope Joan. Such Feats as these our mighty Dons of war Perform to show the world how much they dare And then to judge what plaguy Curs they are But here dull Cit is out in 's Policy While he on woman does his Manhood try Credulous Ass there 's no more gross mistake Citizens Wives Beasts of their Husbands make Believe me Cit thou 'dst better far neglect The Plots Abroad and those at Home inspect Need'st no Contriving Jesuits fear but th'Leagues of Wife with Courtier th' Islington Intrigues Was it well known to each contented Sot What 's done at home how Jacky was Begot He 'd be more jealous of his Wife than th' Plot. But of all Pates Cit has the softest one The better cries the Wife to Graft upon But he by such damn'd Dulness is undone While on him ev'ry Rascal puts a Trick Care Curtis Baldwin and Seditious Dick Such Rogues as these do still Suspicions give And make new Plots that no man can believe One buzzes This one That Report in 's Ear One makes him hope another makes him fear Just like four Mastiff-Dogs upon one Bear Thus curious Cit these Plaguy Rascals mawl Who knows not which the True or False to call But honestly dull Soul believes 'em All. This makes 'em in the City chuse alone To vent their Libels for there can't be shown One Treason-Writer at our end o' th' Town These are the Knaves who make the Cits suspect Their Prince that he their Safety does neglect Whose only Care Heav'n knows is to protect These are the Villains who our Jars increase Nor till they 're Hang'd can we e're hope for Peace Each Cobler's Statesman grown and the bold Rable Convert each Ale-house-Board to Council-table One censures this another blames that fashion And thus they settle the Affairs o' th' Nation On Votes and Councils are their Judgments past And in what form they please Affairs they cast Thus Colledge did but he was hang'd at last The CHARTER A Comical SATYR Fire Fire Fire Help for we 're all in Flames Praâ— come for the good Lords sake of Three Names Sons â—â— Commitees and Sequestrators Old Rebeâ—â— and new Associators Call tâ—◠〈◊〉 ' d Officers and Justice Whose Mettle like to be eat with Rust is Step to the Synagogue and Jenkins Pew Call all the Gentiles and knock up the Jew For such curs'd Wild-fire's amongst us thrown Worse than the Jesuits 't will burn's quite down A Vengeance Fiâ—e-ball call'd Quo Warranto Will bring all our hopes to Achoranto AS Sampson's Strength up in his Hair was ty'd Rebellions Strength was in the Charter hid Late in a Trumpet Treason every Punk Could speak now't must be wisper'd through a Trunk By â—harter Brother Traytor we could free Now there 's no Priviledge for Perjury Next time my Lord beware the Medal-house Though we 'd be damn'd for 't we can't save your souse We 've done as much for you as men could do Ventur'd our Souls and lost our Charter too And is that all Come ben't crest-fall'n make shift And bear up Ill help you at a dead lift Something may yet be done though we daren't touch On Meal Tub-Plots lest caught i' th' Bollinghutch How says your Lordship for your Honour 's free Capital Member of our Company And you know well