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A view of the times with Britain's address to the Prince of Orange, a pindarick poem.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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Wing V371; ESTC R233019
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you shou'd first agree What 's by that Word Religion meant If the Establish'd Church it be By Boasted Act of Parliament Then oh * Eusebia you with Justice fear Religion will not now be setl'd here If the whole Reformation you include Of differing Sects that Endless Multitude What 's this but that Dispensing Power in you Which Caesar's Great Prerogative must not do All of the Christian Faith you cannot mean Lest Popery for her Share come in Is it Religion Lawful Right to oppose Or Violate our Sacred Oaths Is it Religion to Unsheath the Sword Against the Anointed of the Lord Alass how vain is then the Sacred Word Why then was David Smitten in his Heart For Robbing Saul but only of his Skirt With the same Stroke he might have Empire gain'd But God forbid the Royal Youth reply'd Against the King I should direct my Hand Or see it in the Blood of Monarchs dy'd If those a Curse upon themselves must bring Who but in Heart think Evil of the King If of Kings Safeties Heaven has took such Care That even the wing'd Inhabitants of the Air Shall every Secret Rebel Thought declare Then Wretched Britain What must be thy Fate And where is this Religion which has made So great a Noise in this Divided State And has so Just so Good a King Betray'd The Outlaw'd Villains blot his Sacred Name He was He is this King of an Immortal Fame Then since oh Muse forlorn thy Prince is gone For whom thou tun'dst thy Noblest Song In this dark Shade ne'er with Apollo blest This Covert suting with a Soul distrest With Sighing Winds and Murmuring Rivers mourn Till James thy God-like Master back return Britains ADDRESS to the Prince of Orange TO you Great Prince Three prost'rate Nations come To Ease their Fears and to Expect their Doom Oh! Hero more than half Divine Whose Glories and replenish'd Virtues first Made me my Willing Shores resign Up to your Conquering Hands in Trust Not Caesar's Promise nor the Word of God Cou'd calm the Trembling Fevers in my Blood 'T was Yours Great Sir on whom I did depend My Laws and Just Religion to Defend 'T was that that did Assist your Glory's Rise 'T was that that made you Britain's Noblest Choice And gave you all the Applauses of my People's Voice Then as your Gracious Declarations speak My King and People Once more Happy make My People whom no more Words or Oaths can bind Yet strictly will exact this Truth from you As their Own Right their Property and Due But to that Justice will not be confin'd The Mighty Work 's but half yet done Your Glories cannot be compleat Till by a Justice more Illustrious yet You bring Great Caesar to his Rightful Throne Brave Offspring of the Royal Martyr's Blood By Nature Pious Merciful and Good Maintain this Empire in its Lawful Line This Empire which Succeding Time By Right of Birth Heaven may to you resign Content you with the Glories you have won Such as no Hero yet did e're Renown Nor let your Nobler Quiet be undone With the too Restless Burthen of a Crown Nor You Illustrious Mary can Receive What Heaven Denys and Justice cannot Give Your Virtues are too Eminently Great To Rob a Father's Head to Adorn Your Own And that Bright Angels Face with every Charm repleat Needs not th' Addition of a Lawless Crown Leave it to Heaven since You 've too lately seen The Faith False Britain paid an Injur'd Queen FINIS Hone's Tryal c. and Rye-House * The Bishope ☜ * The Church Oath of Allegiance c. 1 Sam. c. 24. v. 4 5. Eccl. 10.20 The Princess of Orange
Due According to the Laws Divine XIII 'T was then the Muses left the sheltering Grove And to the open Air Unfrighted now repair Then thou my Muse with unfleg'd Pinions strove To soar amongst the rest above Through untrac'd Paths thou didst essay to fly To bear thy Monarch's Fame on high But flag'd beneath thy Sisters in the Sky Yet often didst strive and often strive in vain At last Parnassus Hill thou chanc'd to gain The Royal Theme inspir'd thy Noble Verse Great Charles and James's Vertues gave thy Fancy Wing Which in soft Lays thou didst rehearse And in Prophetick Numbers sing XIV But oh my Callow Muse had scarce began her Flight When a New Face the Faithless Britain wears And to excuse her Shameful Appetite Pretends a Thousand Jealousies and Fears Wanton and Loose with too much Plenty cloy'd She satiates with the Pleasure she enjoy'd Her Plighted Lord grows dull in her Embrace And his Caresses now no more surprize She doats on every Flattering Face And each new Fop is Gracious in her Eyes Adheres to every Lewd Dispute And to each Sect becomes a Prostitute Then like a subtil Harlot first complains And Crys Her Lord by Evil Counsel Reigns To Rome affected Pensioners of France Oh False oh Villanous Pretence Against so Just so Merciful a Prince Yet this Pretence when all her other fail'd Upon the Restless Multitude prevail'd And only Caesar's Ruin cou'd Redress Her New-coyn'd Fears and Fanci'd Grievances XV Then a false Idol up they set Whose Title is proclaim'd aloud And Frantick Huzza's through each Street Salute him from the Dirty Crowd That very Crowd when the Reverse of State Had turn'd about the Wheel of Fate Pursu'd his Ruin too with equal-Joys And Crucify him was the Common Voice Oh faithless Crowd Oh vain uncertain State Both of the Peasant and the Potentate Thus fell th' Ambitious Youth Lamented more Than e're he was belov'd before But while he Triumph'd here he led along Th' Associating and Rebellious Throng More than divided now the World appear'd And the more numerous Part he shar'd Still 't was Religion was the Word That sanctify'd the Cause and edg'd the Sword XVI No Wonder then Illustrious James That barefac'd Malice dares traduce thy Name When with the same Inhuman Crimes They blot Great CHARLES's Sacred Fame Though he the same Establisht Faith profest With those by whom he was so long opprest If with some Laws he did dispense Shou'd those who by Rebelling broke 'em all Make themselves Judges of a King's Offence Whom his Just Laws to no Account can call Those say that Kings can do no Wrong Though the Account To any Number shou'd amount To Heaven alone his Judgment must belong Laws and Religion both this Maxim teach If we 'll profess what our own Church-men Preach Their Doctrin says No Ill we can commit Whatever Good might follow it And all the Dictates of the Sacred Word Command us not to touch th' Anointed of the Lord No Law was given more forcibly and plain Than strict Obedience to the Sovereign A thousand times God and his Prophets vext With Rebel Israel do repeat that Text And yet how oft was Caesar's Life the Aim And nothing but his Death cou'd free The World from Slavery and Popery And fix Religion in her wonted Frame Religion oh thou thing of Noise and Show What Villanies cannot Religion do XVII But Heaven forbids that Horror they design And Caesar only must resign His Life of Wonders to the Powers Divine Those Powers Divine that Royal James preserv'd For the succeeding Glories he deserv'd By Heaven by Virtue and by Birth his own And every Mercy that adorns a Throne Strange Turn of Fate that Prince so lately sent Like a mean Criminal to Banishment Blacken'd with all the Sins Fiends cou'd invent That Prince for whom they form'd an Impious Bill Hatcht by the Dark Cabal of Hell Which Heaven abhorr'd and all Heavens * Prophets too Who with a Pious Scorn and Just Disdain Out of the Senate that Bold Treason threw That on the British Honor laid so great a Stain This very Prince their Caprice would destroy They now Inthrone with Universal Joy XVIII He Reigns The Pious Prince in Glory Reigns But Britain's still Distemper'd Brains To her Old Natural Vice adheres Which fills her Mind with Jealousies and Fears She Fears and cannot be appeas'd Dares not on Caesar's Word rely But seeks a Desperate Cure before she is Diseas'd And to no Wound will Corrosives apply His Mercy is for strange Designs mistook Against the Church and Laws His kind Indulgences are took For an Establishing the Roman Cause If Laws too hard upon the Subjects bear What serves the Mercy of a Prince But to Excuse and Soften what 's Severe And with those Laws by his Just Right dispence And since a Monarch does a God Present It more becomes Heaven's Representative The wretched Guilty to Forgive Than to destroy the Innocent XIX Britain who by no Laws Inslav'd will be Unjustly wou'd her King Inslave Rebels for Idol Liberty And yet her Fellow Christians Born as Free They wou'd of Liberty deprive As if the All-Creating Powers Divine· Did their vast Knowledge to one Sect confine If Holy Writ must Judge as Gown-men say Then every Christian may Pretend a Right to Heaven his different way If his Own Judg each is allow'd to be Why do you Punish what the Scriptures teach Or if you will deny 'em Liberty Why have they Freedom then to Search If all have Right t' Interpret then in vain Of Principles and Notions you complain Who can prevent Opinion Or convince The Errors of his Fancy'd Sense Who shall Determin then 'twixt Right and Wrong If each Man's Faith to his own Sense belong Why then Mistaken Gown-men why Must I for an Opinion Fly Or changing my Opinion die Since you have Taught it in your School That Each Man's Judgment should be Each Man's Rule And if our Guides Mistake their Way Shall we be Punish'd if we Stray Your Pulpits oft this Error do Commit And make a Different Sense of Holy Writ When Paying Caesar's Due has been the Theme Then NON-RESISTANCE was the Cry Which Text was born to that Extream As if in that One Point did lie The Saving Business of Eternity XX But oh with every Turning Tide With every little Ship of Caesar's Government Which Human Counsels can't Prevent That Passive Doctrin's laid aside And with new Measures you pursue New Methods in your Pulpits too And to th' Occasion Sute the Sacred Word T' advance some New Design and Enterprize Then 'T is the Doings of the Lord And Marvelous in our Eyes Perhaps in some of these Perverted Strains For which this Land has paid so Dear 'T will be at last We 'll lead their Kings in Chains And all their Peers shall Iron Fetters wear Thus while from Fears of Slavery The murmuring World we hope to free We run into a worse Extremity Unthinking Britains