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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65818	Miscellaneous poems with some remarks on the death of King Charles the II, and the happy succession of King James the II, in a poem to the magistracy of England / by John Whitehall.	Whitehall, John, fl. 1679-1685.	1685 (1685)	Wing W1867; ESTC R24550	8,611	34

Miscellaneous POEMS With some Remarks on the Death OF King Charles the II. And the Happy SUCCESSION OF King James the II. IN A POEM TO THE Magistracy of ENGLAND By JOHN WHITEHALL Pictoribus atque Poetis Quidlibet audendi semper fuit aequa potestas Hor. London Printed for T. Salusbury at the Black-Lion-Post-Office between the two Temple-Gates in Fleet-street 1685. To the HONOURABLE Sir CHRISTOPHER BUCKLE Knt. One of His Majesty's Justices of the Peace for the County of SVSSEX SIR I Durst not have presum'd to have prefix'd so great a Name to such mean Poems had I not well experienc'd the easiness of Your Nature and known it a far greater difficulty to me to err than to You not to forgive Should I attempt an impossibility to write Your Encomiums I should hazard the second loss of Your Favour since I am certain that You are so far from courting publick Respect and Fame that Your greatest Ambition is to live and die in silence But that will not cannot be for your Virtues more powerfully than the Sun dart their Beams even thro' the thickest Cloud and Your very Name is a compendious Chronicle of Honour There are but few Men who have not their One particular Virtue but fewer like You have All. In One we find a Meek Nature in Another Valour in a Third and Fourth Learning and Loyalty but in You they are all conspicuous And it were less necessary than difficult to distinguish which Virtue is the most eminent You need no greater Heraulds of Your Glory than these however You have other Blessings indeed vast and real Blessings Your happy Off-spring who honour their Extraction and are living Monuments of their Religious Parents How then an You lie hid You whom even he late best and greatest Monarch of the Earth did so far observe as to point You our to no less a Dignity than the Guardianship of those two dearest Darlings of his Soul Religion and Peace Happy King brest with so tender a Servant happy Servant under so gracious a Monarch A Monarch whose Graces as they were still the Praise Wonder and Admiration of the general World so of You in particular Neither did You less imitate than admire them and most especially his Mercy which encourages me to present these Poems to Your Worship begging both Your Acceptance and Patronage under which I shall be able to withstand the sharpest Censure of the impartial Critick How happy should I be if they like You would weigh the disadvantages of my Learning I cannot like the Prophet thrive so well with Pulse and Water as Princely Poets do with delicious Libraries 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I neither expect so much nor wish it No my greatest hope is That You would vouchase me the acceptance of these Trifles and the utmost extent of my Ambition is to acknowledge my self Your Honours most humble Servant John Whitehall Miscellaneous Poems To the Honourable Magistracy of England Short Remarks on the Death of King CHARLES II. and the happy Succession of King JAMES II. YE Wise ye Great ye Valiant Worthies Hail Hail to the Gown and Sword True Friends and Servants of our breathless Lord Why do ye look so drooping and so pale Why do ye start and tremble so Why do so many doubtful grow What more then what is done could we wish Heavn ' to do Peace to the Sacred Dust But wipe off Tears By this Mankind may see Death is impartial frail Mortality And Monarchs have a limit to their Years II. Most wondrous was the Nature of his Death And the distinction of his Fate Was marvellous and great When he resign'd his Breath Returns from Death are deny'd common men But when His summon'd Soul was on the wing He sojourn'd back agen To give us all the blessings of a King Witness y'Eternal Pow'rs above How tender was this Monarchs Love Who would awaken after his decease Of Immortality himself divest And break his Welcom his Eternal Rest To bless the wav'ring Land with happy Peace III. Be chearful then Great Souls let only such despair Who do the Justice of their Monarch fear Such who can teach Rebellion with a Zeal Who inward motions of Sedition feel Who bless the Halcyon-days of Anarchy Who Plot but fruitless their Designs will be Both to confound the King and Empire too And the old Chaos of a Commonwealth renew Let them despond this day to see While Ye from Faction free Enjoy your old Pindarique Liberty Whose Honours are engag'd thus much to do To guard the King whose Sacred Life 's a Guard to You. IV. In the imagination of the Crowd Britain like Daniel's short-liv'd Leopard fell And 't would have pleas'd the Factious Rabble well Had Heav'n so much allow'd Into a wild Confusion they Would cast the shaken Nation in a Flood Of Royal Blood Design'd t' have wash'd the Crown away And have brought Bondage in for Liberty Might such things heens'd be Might Art so much on Nature win To extinguish fixed Stars or to keep Meteors in V. But lo our Monarchs care Who would not see the Empire ravish'd and By our forc'd Mother stand As though he unconcerned were But when with an extreme immoderate heat He found the frantick world begin to burn sweat YOU ye Noble Souls he chose Whose Loyalty should cancel those Who a Friends name did bear Yet basely did design to play the Ravisher VI. He did Himself e're all was to Confusion hurl'd From Faction the Augaean Stables clear While He the Crown did wear He calm'd the stormy world Seditious Waves did cease to roar Fanaticks and his Passions he had tam'd so well 'T was difficult for either to Rebell His Justice conquer'd many but his Mercy more VII He sleeps however ballance Grief with Joy For Providence designs not to destroy But the succeeding Prophet Heaven will With the dead Prophet's Spirit doubled fill And here 's Elisha for Elijah still How great the Wound how healing was the Balm How fierce the Storm how timely was the calm What two extreams of Joy and Grief we find As this weighs down so that supports Mankind VIII With this well season'd Act of Providence 'T is easy to dispence Britain may bear it with an even sence Propitious Heav'n hath been wondrous kind And hath great Blessings for the Land design'd To take the best of Kings leave the best behind Oh happy mourning Isle Which hast an equal cause to weep and smile Had not this humbling grief been here allow'd Excess of Joy would have made Britain proud But it was mingled well How great a Monarch rose how great a Monarch fell IX Happy Succession He who th' Crown doth wear Is more than barely of the Kingdoms Heir His Brother's Majesties were all his due Honours to his vast Soul no limits are He will Inherit all his Vertues too Peace and Religion Darlings of the Dead His dearest best twin Favourites shall find This Monarch like his Promise merciful and kind By