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A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

Talbot then treated of nought but Copper Or what are Forts when void of Ammunition VVith friends or foes what would we more condition Yet we three days till the Dutch furnish'd all Men Powder Money Cannon treat with VVall Then Tydiman finding the Danes would not Sent in six Captains bravely to be shot And Mountague though drest like any Bride And aboard him too yet was reach'd and dy'd Sad was the chance and yet a deeper care Wrinkled his Membranes under Forehead fair The Dutch Armado yet had th' impudence To put to Sea to waft their Merchants thence For as if all their Ships of Wall-nut were The more we beat them still the more they bear But a good Pilot and a favouring wind Brings Sand ch back and once again did blind Now gentle Painter e're we leap on shore With thy last strokes ruffle a Tempest o're As if in our reproach the Wind and Seas Would undertake the Dutch while we take ease The Seas the spoils within our Hatches throw The Winds both Fleets into our mouths do blow Strew all their ships along the Shore by ours As eas'ly to be gather'd up as Flow'rs But Sand ch fears for Merchants to mistake A man of War and among Flow'rs a Snake Two Indian ships pregnant with Eastern Pearl And Diamonds sate th' Officers and Earl Then warning of our Fleet he it divides Into the Ports and so to Oxford rides Mean while the Dutch uniting to our shames Ride all insulting o'er the Downs and Thames Now treating San ch seems the fittest choice For Spain there to condole and to rejoyce He meets the French but to avoid all harms Ships to the Groyn Embassies bear no Arms There let him languish a long Quarantain And ne'er to England come till he be clean Thus having fought we know not why as yet We 've done we know not what nor what we get If to espouse the Ocean all this pains Princes unite and do forbid the Bains If to discharge Phanaticks this makes more For all Phanaticks are when they are poor Or if the House of Commons to repay Their Prize-Commissions are transferr'd away But for triumphant check-stones if and shell For Dutchess Closet 't hath succeeded well If to make Parliaments as odious pass Or to reserve a standing force alass Or if as just ORANGE to re-instate Instead of that he is regenerate And with four Millions vainly giv'n as spent And with five Millions more of detriment Our Summ amounts yet only to have won A Bastard Orange for Pimp Arl ton Now may Historians argue con and pro Denham says thus though always Waller so And he good Man in his long sheet and staff This Pennance did for Cromwel's Epitaph And his next Theam must be o' th' Duke's Mistress Advice to draw Madam l' Edificatress Henceforth O Gemini two Dukes command Castor and Pollux Aumarle and Cumberland Since in one Ship it had been fit they 'd went In Petty's Double-Keel'd Experiment To the KING By Sir John Denham Imperial Prince King of the Seas and Isles Dear Object of our Ioy and Heaven's smiles What boots it that thy Light doth gild our Days And we lie basking in thy milder Rays While swarms of Insects from thy warmth begun Our Land devour and intercept our Sun Thou like Jove's Minos rul'st a greater Creet And for its hundred Cities count'st thy Fleet. Why wilt thou that State Daedalus allow Who builds the Butt a Lab'rinth and a Cow If thou art Minos be a Iudge severe And in 's own Maze confound the Engineer O may our Sun since he too nigh presumes Melt the soft wax wherewith he imps his Plumes And may he falling leave his hated Name Unto those Seas his War hath set on Flame From that Enchanter having clear'd thine Eyes Thy native sight will pierce within the Skies And view those Kingdoms calm with Ioy and Light Where 's Universal Triumph but no Fight Since both from Heaven thy Race and Power descend Rule by its Pattern there to re-ascend Let Iustice only awe and Battel cease Kings are but Cards in War they 're Gods in Peace Directions to a Painter By Sir John Denham SAnd ch in Spain now and the Duke in love Let 's with new Generals a new Painter prove Lilly's a Dutchman danger 's in his art His Pencils may Intelligence impart Thou Gibson that among thy Navy small Of Muscle-shells commandest Admiral Thy self so slender that thou shew'st no more Than Barnacle new hatch'd of them before Come mix thy Water-colours and express Drawing in little what we yet do less First paint me George and Rupert ratling far Both in one Box like the two Dice of War And let the terrour of their linked Name Fly thro' the air like Chain-shot tearing fame Jove in one Cloud did scarcely ever wrap Lightning so fierce but never such a clap United Generals sure are th' onely spell Wherewith United Provinces to quell Alas even they though shell'd in treble Oak Will prove an addle Egg with double Yolk And therefore next uncouple either Hound And loo them at two Hares e're one be found Rupert and Beaufort halloo ah there Rupert Like the phantastick hunting of St. Hubert When he with airy Hounds and Horn of air Pursues by Fontain-bleau the witchy Hare Deep providence of State that could so soon Fight Beaufort here e're he had quit Thouloon So have I seen e're Human Quarrels rise Foreboding Meteors combat in the Skies But let the Prince to fight with Rumour go The Generals meet a more substantial Foe Ruyter he spies and full of Youthfull heat Though half their number thinks the odds too great The Fowler watching so his watry spot And more the Fowl hopes for the better shot Though such a Limb was from his Navy torn He found no weakness yet like Sampson shorn But swoln with sense of former Glory wone Thought Monk must be by Albemarle out-done Little he knew with the same Arm and Sword How far the Gentleman out-cuts the Lord. Ruyter inferiour unto none for Art Superiour now in number and in Heart Ask'd if he thought as once our Rebel-Nation To conquer theirs too with a Declaration And threatens though he now so proudly sail He shall tread back his Iter Boreale This said he the short period e're it ends With Iron-words from Brazen-mouths extends Monk yet prevents him e're the Navies meet And charges in himself alone a Fleet And with so quick and frequent motion wound His murthering sides about the Ship seem'd round And the Exchanges of his Circling Tire Like whirling Hoops shew'd of triumphant Fire Single he doth at their whole Navy aim And shoots them through a Porcupine of flame In noise so regular his Cannons met You 'd think that Thunder was to Musick set Ah! had the rest but kept a time as true What age could such a Martial Consort shew The listning air unto the distant shore Through secret Pipes conveys the tuned Roar Till as the Eccho's vanishing abate

to raise Men and Money That at Knightsbridge did hide Those brisk Boys unspy'd Who at Shaftsbury's Whistle were ready to follow And when Aid he should bring Like a true Brandford King Was here with a whoop and gone with a hollow 3. Algernoon Sidney Of Common-wealth Kidney Compos'd a damn'd Libel ay marry was it Writ to occasion Ill Blood in the Nation And therefore dispers'd it all over his Closet It was not the Writing Was prov'd or indicting Tho' he urg'd Statutes what was it but fooling Since a new trust is Plac'd in the Chief Justice To damn Law and Reason too by over-ruling 4. What if a Traytor In spite of the State Sir Should cut his own Throat from one Ear to the other Shall then a new freak Make Braddon and Speak To be more concern'd than his Wife or his Brother A Razor all bloody Thrown out of a Study Is Evidence strong of his desperate Guilt Sir So Godfrey when dead Full of horrour and dread Run his Sword through his Body up to the Hilt Sir 5. Who can think the case hard Of Sir Patience Ward That lov'd his just Rights more than those of his Highness Oh disloyal Ears As on Record appears Not to hear when to do the Papists a kindness An old doting Citt With his Elizabeth Wit Against the French mode for Freedom to hope on His Ears that told Lies VVere less dull than his Eyes For both them were shut when all others were open 6. All Europe together Can't shew such a Father So tenderly nice of his Son's Reputation As our good King is To labour to bring his By tricks to subscribe to a sham Declaration 'T was very good reason To pardon his Treason To obey not his own but his Brother's Command Sir To merit whose Grace He must in the first place Confess he 's dishonest under his hand Sir 7. Since fate the Court blesses With daily Successes And giving up Charters go round for a frolick Whilst our Duke Nero The Churches blind Hero By Murder is planting his Faith Apostolick Our modern Sages More wise than past Ages Think ours to establish by Popish Successors Queen Bess never thought it And Cecil forgot it But 't is lately found out by our prudent Addressors The Battle-Royal A Dream 1687 AS restless on my Bed one Night I lay Hoping with Sleep to ease the toils of Day I thought as graver Coxcombs us'd to doe On all the mischiefs we had late run through And those which are now likely to ensue What 't is that thus the frantick Nation dreads And from what cause their jealousie proceeds Whither at last to what event and end These sad Presages probably might tend For as Physicians always chuse to know Th' original cause from whence Distempers flow And by their early Symptoms boldly guess Whether or no their art shall have success So I like a young bold State Emp'rick too Did the same methods and same course pursue Till with variety of thoughts opprest I turn'd about to sleep and take my rest VVhile fancy like a Quean alone bore sway And did this Vision in a Dream convey Unknown and unperceiv'd I was me-thought Into a close retiring Chamber brought And by my Guide behind the Hangings plac'd VVhere I cou'd hear and see whatever pass'd VVhen in a corner of the room there sat Three fierce contenders in a hot debate And on a Table lay before them there The Directory Mass and Common-Pray'r This in a Cloak That had a shaven Crown The other in a Surcingle and Gown VVho by his Garb Demeaner and grave Look I for a Church of England Preacher took For howsoe'er they 're drest they may be known By a peculiar Carriage of their own At first I heard a strange confused Sound Nor could the meaning nor the sense expound Till he I mention'd last in rage up rose And partly thro' the Mouth and thro' the Nose Did thus his whining Sentiments disclose And is this all the great reward we must Enjoy for being faithfull to our trust VVill all the Services we 've done the King No better recompence and profit bring And can our boasted Loyalty return No other payment but Contempt and Scorn Must we thus basely from our hopes fall down And grow the publick scandal of the Town As our insulting Pride and Government Has been the publick Grievance and Complaint Our Prebends and our Bishops too turn'd out Depriv'd and scorn'd in Querpo walk about And must a transubstantiating Priest Be with their goodly Lands and Lordships blest Did we for this the Popish Plot deride And all our Sense and Nonsense too apply'd To blind the people's Reason and their Eyes To take it for a Sham and meer Device Our best and learned'st of Divines employ To foil the Scent and to divert the Cry Set bawling P ing up to talk it down And fill with canting Raillery the Town Did we for this young Levites send about To charm the Rabble and possess the Rout With feign'd Chymera's of a strange design Against the Church and State and Royal Line And vilely Russel and the rest remov'd When neither Crime or Plot was ever prov'd Nay did we all for this the Church disown And coin a New Religion of our own Of a more spruce and fashionable make Than was the Old and boldly undertake By Scripture for to prove the Common Prayer When we well knew there 's no such matter there Yet like the Calves at Bethel set it up And made them all before the Idol stoop And whosoe'ere the business would dispute We did by Fines and Pillory confute O precious Book the dearest thing that 's ours Except our Livings and our Sine-cures For which might they but still with us abide We'd part with thee or any thing beside As heretofore without reluctance we Have truckt our forfeit Consciences for thee But those are going too no more he cou'd Prevented by an overflowing Flood Of Tears which his lawn Band and Gown besmear'd As th' Ointment drench'd his Predecessor's Beard The subtle Priest who had resolv'd to stay Till he had spoken all he had to say Seeing the wretch with too much Grief o'relaid Stood up and thus the following Answer made 'T is true you 've done all this and ten times more As bad or worse than we have done before And if ye think ye have oblig'd the King Who were but under-Actors in the thing Then what do we deserve whose wit and brain Contriv'd the Plot and every private Scene For though a Conquest always is obtain'd And by each Souldier's single valour gain'd Yet those who did command and lead them on Share all the open Honour and Renown Ye were our Instruments and Drudges too As Rumney Keeling Howard were to you Who when they brought about your own design You left them to themselves to starve and pine So we the grand projectors of the Plot Who did to you your several parts allot Having no farther Service to employ