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A40873	A pindarick ode on the sacred memory of our late Gracious Sovereign King Charles II to which is added, another essay on the same occasion, by Sir F.F. Knight of the Bath.	Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689?	1685 (1685)	Wing F410; ESTC R19595	4,431	14

A PINDARICK ODE ON THE SACRED MEMORY Of Our late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES II. To which is added Another ESSAY On the same Occasion By Sir F. F. Knight of the Bath Dum juga montis Aper fluvios dum Piscis amabit Dumque thymo pascentur Apes dum rore Cicadae Semper Honos Nomenque tuum Laudesque manebunt Virg. LONDON Printed by I. Playford for Henry Playford near the Temple-Church 1685. A Pindarick ODE STANZA I. AS distant Thunder in a rowling Cloud First murmurs inwardly then roars aloud O're the amaz'd and listning Croud 'Till the dread Clap frights ev'ry mortal Ear Too weak Heav'ns angry Voice to bear Such was the sad distracting News Which February's fatal Ides did bring The dang'rous sickness of our best-lov'd KING That pierc'd the Soul and did the Mind amaze Trembling with painful Doubt we wait To know what the next Messenger will say And all the while we weep and all the while we Pray When suddenly Deaths Herald spoke the dreadful Fate Alas the miserable Day The News too sad to hear too Killing to Repeat II. Horror and Cryes fill all around Distracted looks and Throbbing hearts In ev'ry dismal place are found As if 't were the last Trumpet 's sound And hideous Groans do Eccho from all parts Frighted with what I saw and heard But ah much more with what I fear'd The blasted City soon I left And as of Reason quite bereft I wildly roam'd about to seek some place Less Dolefull than the City was Where without Partners without lookers on I might enjoy my grief alone And for a little space Might lay the weighty Burden of my Sorrows 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 Melancholy fancy please Murmuring Waters awfull Cliffs and wither'd Trees Where cheerful Birds ne're Sing nor e're blows gentle Breez Nor any Beast nor humane Face Was to be seen upon the lonely place To this forlorn and uncouth Seat I softly with my load of Grief retreat Where ev'ry Rock and ev'ry Tree Wou'd I knew condole with me Only stern Fate would unrelenting be Thus then with many a Tear and Groan My Dead my Sacred PRINCE I did bemoan IV. CHARLES the Merciful and Good CHARLES the Flow'r of Princely Blood Of all we Earthly Gods do call CHARLES the most Belov'd of all Our Hearts Delight Ioy 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 Had heard his wondrous Fame Rever'd his awful Name And Eastern Princes Dazled with his bright Renown Which did so much Eclipse their own Sent their Ambassadors abroad To Court the favour of this second SOLOMON Of him to learn the Royal Art To Govern and secure their Peoples Heart While Christendom from ev'ry part Did to his well known Iustice still appeal Whose Word and Wisdom ever turn'd the Scale V. He that can tell the drops of Rain That in April's Month do fall Or His sad Subjects Tears can count Which to a greater number mount May reckon up his Glories but not all For that Essay would be in vain Which did adorn his Life and Consecrate his Reign 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 cou'd a Prince Adorn or recommend But if in ought he did himself excell 'T was in His boundless Clemency In which he seem'd Heav'ns Parallel Nay His was of that vast extent That oft he Pardon'd the Impenitent VI. But as Ten Thousand scatter'd Raies By Art are made to center in one Glass So all the Tenderness and Love Which in his heart did to 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 IAMES was with his Foes at strife When Sawcy Factious Senates menac'd high And blush'd not to decry The Crown 's Iust Heir and truest Friend to Monarchy Our KING close to his BROTHERS Inter'st stood And stemm'd the Impetuous Flood To the dire 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 The Publick Weal peferring to his own Let the long chain of Miracles convince Though Fiends and Fiend-like-men combin'd in one That destin'd brought and kept him on his Throne Witness that shining Herald sent To tell the World of his Illustrious Birth As if kind 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 outvie the Mid-day Sun As far as He Himself all other Kings has done VIII And when Rebellion black and dire Had harrass'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 Aceldama Our late ah wretched word our Heav'n-lov'd KING Kind Providence did wondrously convey And sheltred him beneath its Wing From all the ills which War and Chance And Treasons blacker than the Night Did long against his Sacred Life advance Witness his happy 'scape from Wor'ster's bloody Fight Where Hov'ring Angels with their mighty shield Sav'd Him from all the Hazards of that dreadful Field And their important Charge by ways unknown convey'd And in a Neighb'ring friendly shade Where sturdy Oaks stretch'd out their Arms on high Oh shame to Mans Barbarity To shelter and receive distressed MAIESTY 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 wandring 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 show his care Of such as his Vicegerents are When Humane Force could do no more and when Our dying Hopes cou'd ebb no lower Did by a Turn Miraculous restore Our King to us us to our King again To bring which blessed work to pass Neither Mans Pow'r nor Policy had place No Contract made nor blows were given The astonish'd World saw 't was the mighty work of Heav'n X. A Prince so lov'd at home and fear'd abroad Wise as an ANGEL Generous as a GOD Though calmly setled on 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 still he had To

save his Crown and Person from the Rage Of Men with too much Ease grown Mad. Witness those Plots the Factions fruitful Womb So oft conceiv'd though still in vain Against their Gracious Sovereign Where often the Discoverer Play'd both the Fiend and Conjurer Which by Heav'ns care abortive still did come And added to the wonders of his Reign ●aking his Throne as fix'd and Glorious as his Wain XI When lo the Prince who seem'd Heav'ns chief Delight It 's Darling and its Favourite His Mid-day Glories all full blown How strangely are they wither'd oh how soon But what Heav'n rais'd Heav'n only can lay down Low as Earth this Fav'rite 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 Monstrous Births no storms no Whale Or to presage Great CHARLES thy fall Or to attend thy Funeral Which Nature 's Fright might shew and Mankind's wonder move Why since a wondrous Star Proclaim'd his Birth Did not as wondrous an Eclipse foretell his leaving Earth Must God-like Kings like Puny Mortals dy Must CHARLES the most August Be meanly crumbled like Plebeian dust Why deal'st thou with thy Anointed thus O King of Princes why XII But while thus ravingly I spoke With a strange Horror I was struck Which dimm'd my eyes loosen'd my joynts and chill'd my Blood Before me strait a visionary somewhat stood Whose Form I cou'd not well discern Perhaps the Genius of the place Or some such Airy Image 't was Of Stature tall clad in Blew Mists his Visage stern Which with an angry hollow Tone Thus stopp'd me Shall mortal Wight dare to reprove Or Pry into Affairs above The Prince whose Death you so bemoan Was he not the Almighties Loan Who only has recall'd what was his own His awfull Meen and Heav'nly 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 XIII With milder accent and a gentler look The Phantôm now less frightful farther spoke Then if your much Lamented King So Good and Amiable was Why would you have some dreadful thing The Calmness of his Reign Deface Let Tyrants and Usurpers have Sea-Monsters and Rough Hurricanes Foretell their Death and dig their Grave Such Prodigies suit well their Reigns Comets have still a noisy end But calmly does the Sun descend Or if you must have Prodigies Think of the Nations weeping eyes The truest and most moving Elegies In Halcyon-days your Dove-like Prince was Born Which did with him return His Realms five Lusters have Peace's white Livery worn Living He Peace bestow'd on every 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 Shade a sunder Which strait dissolv'd into its Primitive Air. From the cold Turf I quickly rais'd 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 wonder When what I took for Thunders noise A Second Peal inform'd me was the Cannon's Roring Voice Which led me to a Loyal Croud That with just Triumph did Proclaim With 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 Peacefull 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 Rime 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 IAMES Great Britain's Glory did Commence When the First JAMES did to the whole give Law He Ioyn'd the Kingdoms and deriv'd from thence That long white Row of Peaceful years our happy Fathers saw The Second IAMES by Heav'ns Decree Will the Great Healer of our Breaches be And as his Wisdom gives our Fears Relief So will his Mercy cure our Publick Grief Well-skill'd he is in all his Royal Grandsires Arts Who joyn'd both Crowns as he will joyn all Hearts May Heav'n fulfill and own the Prophesy But Ireland sure above the rest In that Auspicious Name is doubly blest For while the Royal IAMES the English Crown do's wear And ORMOND'S Noble IAMES remains His Viceroy there England and Ireland shall no more have cause for Grief or Fear UPON THE DEATH Of our most Excellent Sovereign King CHARLES And the Happy Succession of His HEROICK BROTHER KING JAMES By Sir F. F. K t of the Bath INdulgent Nature has so well design'd The Shifting Scenes of Tragical Mankind That on the Confines of the Cloudiest Grief Breaks out a Splendid Ioy to give Relief Lest ev'ry Gust of Passion should o'return Th' unsteady Vessels thus we Laugh and Mourn Our Charming'st Pleasures languish into Pains And Floods of Grief voluptuous Weeping drains The Thrifty Gods sell their great Blessings dear And CHARLES must vanish to let IAMES appear Too Glorious Lights to shine in the same Sphere FINIS ADVERTISEMENT A Poem on the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign with a Congratulation to his Present Majesty Written by Mr. Tate A Pindarick on the Death of our Late Sovereign with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty Written by Mrs. Behn THE Vision A Pindarick Ode Occasion'd by the Death of our Late Sovereign King CHARLES the Second by Edm. Arwaker M. A. Are all Three to be Sold by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church