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A panegyrick upon His Majesties glorious return from the wars, after the conclusion of a general peace. By Joseph Brown, Dr. of physick and the civil laws
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Browne, Joseph, fl. 1700-1721.
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1697
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Wing B5044; ESTC R229482
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A PANEGYRICK UPON His MAJESTIES GLORIOUS RETURN FROM THE WARS AFTER THE CONCLUSION OF A GENERAL PEACE By Joseph Brown Dr. of Physick and the Civil Laws Salve igitur multum Regum Rex maxime Salvus Ingredere optatam patriam Salvusque revise Quae loca grata tibi felix terraque marique Aeternum tuos te diadema coronet LONDON Printed for A. Bosvile at the Dyal over against St. Dunstans Church in Fleetstreet and to be sold by E. Whitlock near Stationers Hall 1697. To his Grace HENRY Duke of NORFOLK Earl Marshal of England c. VVHEN Poets write th' Immortal Worth of Kings From what blost Source their Glorious Actions springs They may with less Ambition justly claim The Umbrage of some high-born Prince's Name Such as great Norfolk boldly may assume Next to his Sov raigns Right as justly due to him When Bosworth Field was once the glorious Scene Where Norfolk's Blood did noble Hanours gain When youthful Surrey did as bravely show How far a true Heroick Soul dunst go When Moubrey's Lyon for Example strove To kill the Brutish Herd to gain the Conq'rors Love Which none deserv'd with greater worth we find A noble Birth joyn'd with a gen'rous Mind Honour is talk'd of much but where 's the Name So much of Honour from their Ancestors dare claim Embalm'd with Glory and Eternal Fame What can the Noble Off-sppring be but brave That such Allyance from the Great and Noble have And that first Pow'r is still the gen'rous Soul That actuates and moves the mighty whole And that high Genius does it self disperse Through Howard's Intelectual Universe The Muses I am sure will bless my Choice When Norfolk's Name shall echo from my Voice This mighty Theme cou'd come to none but you Your Noble Station calling it your due Of Honours Laws made Judge and Patron too Well may you then these humble Lines deserve Cou'd they Immortal as your Honour live Cou'd such strong Torrents on my Numbers rowl Great as your Worth capacious as your Soul Then might I boast no vain Poetick Fire But such as Homer might himself admire When Jove with Harmony did him inspire And such the Gods might sure bestow on me When I essay the high-born Norfolk's Pedegree But more when boldly I essay to sing Th' Imortal Triumphs of the greatest King A PANEGYRICK TO THE KING ASSIST some Godlike Muse assist my Song Some Angel now with Nectar touch my Tongue Let my ambitious Lyre tune all her Strings To Heavenly Numbers soft Harmonious Things Such a bold Theme employs my daring Muse As none but such a rash artless Bard durst chuse Since then the Pow'rful Charm does here begin I feel I rising feel the God within Arise ye Ruins now the Conqu'ror's come With Peaceful Lawrels to Britannia home No more let Fame boast the Grand Lewis's Praise 'T is William's Royal Temples wears the Bays To which more justly none e're yet aspir'd By all ador'd by all the World admir'd Since Peace a happy glorious Peace he brings Spreading it self on Fame's Eternal Wings A lasting Triumph to Britannia's Kings What greater Conquest cou'd our Albion wish Than have her Monarch crown all Europe's Peace What greater can to future Times be told Than that our William was the mighty Chief of Old That he more Brave Heroick Trophies won Than other Gen'rals great in Arms had known More Crowns had truckled to his vast Success Than other Monarchs durst attempt to wish Such Glory to his Arms was freely giv'n As he himself durst never ask from Heav'n For Fortune to his great Designs must yield And Fate obey his Conduct in the Field Such prosp'rous high Success moves from afar And comes not from the formal Pageantry of War For if by chance such Glorious Actions move We 're vainly fond to think there is a Jove Arise brave Brittons now no longer mourn Your Tragick Cypress to triumphant Lawrels turn As new-born Souls arise come gladly show How much to Caesar's mighty Toils you owe Whilst Zephir's Balmy Blasts do gently chear The tender Plants of each indulging Year Let Flora all her gawdy Nymphs adorn More beauteous than the Rosie Blushes of the Morn Ceres and Bacchus on the desart Plain Let them a far more fertile Conquest gain And let Diana once again be made Free of her wonted Solitary Shade Romona let the fruitful Gardens yield To thee the Luxury of all the Field And let that too increase its usual Store Which to our settled Peace may still add more Than all the Happiness we knew before Whilst Pan propitious of the Flocks remains A glorious Pattern to succeeding Swains This Prodigy of Peace we Britons boast That so much Noble Blood has Europe cost The want thereof so much benums our grateful Sense We yet enjoy not half its Influence The Pleasure so surprisingly does seize We feel the Dose too Strong at first to ease This wondrous Cure our great Apollo wrought But how 't was done is past all Human Thought Each feels th' Effect but none the Cause can find Or William's God or God's to William kind Either this Pow'r's himself or to him giv'n As the choice Favourite of bount'ous Heaven This Mighty Act describes Him so much more Than all the high-fam'd Deeds he did before Such a confused Chaos did once appear Our utmost hopes was but a doubtful War When loe despairing pensive Albion sate The Son of War reviv'd her sinking State And gave her Life to hope a better Fate That ev'ry Corner of the Land became Enrich'd with Triumphs of the Heroes name For had Achilles or Alcides liv'd T' have seen the Scene of War so boldly now reviv'd They 'd thought their Heroes here return'd again Bravely to fight not barely to be seen That they were Deities but Warlike Men. So like to Mars Heroic Nassau reigns He out-rivals all his Virtues but his Vice refrains Noble by Birth by bold Experience wise Inur'd to hard and toilsom Victories Bold even to a Fault if such a Fault we blame That gain'd our Peace and his Immortal Fame His well taught Passion rules his Warlike Rage And a mild Clemency his Actions gage So soft by Nature to Compassion led His Souldiers are no Tyrants but to Mercy bred So great in Arms each to a Caesar's grown And as well Caesar-like deserves a Crown Bold Sons of War and to that Honour born Vertue 's their Aim and Baseness what they scorn With Arms like Atlas they support a Crown And they must fall e're that can tumble down The noblest Title they desire to gain Is their great Gen'ral's Honour to maintain Under whose Conduct they may boast more Fame Then ever Monarch yet on his own Score durst claim If Caesar knew the Peace his Pow'r doth give Ev'n Caesar wou'd be proud under that Pow'r to live To all that 's good and Vertuous so inclin'd He Godlike shares the praise of every Mind Whilst Things inanimate do seem to move In just Obedience to express their