the Muses Task and Pride of Fame Pan â—arly chose and made him great in Pow'r When the Wolves rag'd and did our Flocks devouâ— He took the guard of the molested Plains Saw our Lambs â—â—d chear'd Vs srighted Swains Wak'd with us midst dark Nights and pinching Colds To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds In all which time Pyrrha His charming Bride Oft came and watch'd as He did by His side Of his worst dangers still her part would bear And for all Joys She gave him ask'd but care Now ye poor Flocks go bleat about and stray Ye Shepherds cast your Scrips and Hooks away Stretch'd on the ground your Fatal loss bemoan And call on Pyrrha's Name at ev'ry groan MYRTILLO Full fifty happy years this matchless Pair Liv'd in unshaken Love No Jealous care Or mean Distrust did once their Joys molest So in a Noble Off-spring were They blest Of Warlike Youths worthy their Fathers Name And Dâ—ughâ—â—â—s spotless as their Mothers Fame Bold Celadon the Darling of loud War And Strephon now whose pious shoulders bear The burden of his aged Fathers care Young Damon lovely as the Beams that play About our East and lead the coming Day Fair Phyllida who was with Aegon wed And blest Him with a Faithful Fruitful Bed Generous Lysca too by Nature taught To recommend the poor mans cause unsought ALEXIS All these the Off spring were of Pyrrha's Womb Come then ye Mothers mourn around Her Tomb In Pyrrha's Name your Mystick Rites perform When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm Either the lab'ring Matrons pangs to ease Or bless the Barren Mourner with increase MYRTILLO Oh! kind Alexis still pursue thy Song How these fair Branches grew or wither'd young ALEXIS Brave Celadon through â—ate untimely fail'd And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd Some mourning Muses sung Him to his Tomb Yet others selt more grief and thence were dumb Young Damon faded in His Beauties Pride And Phyllida no less lamented dy'd But long may Strephon's Life rejoyce the years Of good Alcander and assist His Cares Fulness of time kind Heav'n to Lysea give 'T is for your Honour Gods that she should live For She the more of days you Her afford By Her good Deeds will make You more ador'd Since Lysea was of pious Pyrrha born And Pyrrha's Virtues Lysca's Heart adorn MYRTILLO Put what shall now give good Alcander joy ALEXIS The Gods when Fate took Celadon away Call'd Daphnis forth th' Heroick Race to run Which his great Parent had so well begun From Celadon's brave Loins young Daphnis came â—ull of His Heat and conscious of His Fame Whose Mind his Fathers Deeds did so imploy He grew Alcander's Hopes and Pyrrha's Joy Pâ—râ— ha lov'd Daphnis and with pleasure found The Hero's Virtues in the Youth abound When Daphnis languish'd Pyrrha did provide The charming soft Aminta for His Bride Aminâ—a tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny morns and Innocent as They Sweet as those â—vâ—ning Airs that gently blow Where the rich fragrant Eastern Spices grow Calm as our Groves in a fair Summers night And â—ovely as the first-created Light Daphnâ—â— wâ—s born Amintas with him joyn'd To chase all sorrows from Alcander's mind To add new Honours to His store of â—ame And a long Race of Heroes to His Name 〈◊〉 â—â—me which shall with Pyrrha's Praises last 〈◊〉 Time â— no more and Natures Works lie wast Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second THe Noon-day Star that once out-fac'd the Sun Charles his bright Phosphor has its period â—un And resting Charles with more six'd Glories crown'd Has past his mighty finish'd Circle rounâ— All th' untired race of Prodigies the late Continued shame of this Stupendious sate Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore Those never-sleeping Pores now move no more Myriads of Gardian Angels all disband And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand Whilst Truth invincible unbyast Right Goodness unbounded Mercy Infinite Honour Unsullyed All the brightest Train Of Ministring Graces t' his Illustrious Raign Their Royal Robes to Funeral Sables turn All Mourners o're their Sacred Masters Urn But'midst the Tears our streaming Sorrows pour Three Wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Showâ— How feebly does our Voice of Mourning sound Whilst Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd No Heart like James with killing Loads o're prest Kindest of Brothers and of Friends the best So sad the pangs of parting Friendship prove Immoderate Câ—ief and ever burning Love Râ—â—d His Great Soul and their keen passage sorce Methinkâ— I see Him at the Dire Divorce Whilst the Grâ—â—â— James like Great Telesia stands With 〈◊〉 Cryes and with up-lifted Hands With rended Garments and a flowing Showâ— Of bitt rest Tears deplores the dismal Hour Till from above behold the grining Sky The Fiery Steeds and Flaming Chariot fly Th' Ascending Saint ' midst shouting Angels round With purer Joys brighter Diadems Crown'd Here with sad Tyes he took His last Farewell And grasp'd the Wondrous Mantle as it fell With Prime Transmigrating Glories sir'd Fill'd with the Mounting God with the whole Charles inspir'd O Mighty Charles what have not only We Three Kingdoms but even Empire lost in Thee Founder of Monarchy for Thou alone â—â—ood'â—t the unshaken Bulwark of the Throne When the old Storm yawn'd for th' Imperial wrack Thâ— Hand â—â—one beat the sierce Torrent back â—â—ction 〈◊〉 by Thy strong Arm o'rethrown Whilâ—â—◠〈◊〉 World was Thy great work alone Glory and Peace but in Thy Sun-beams play Whilst thou' rt the God of our long Halcyon day The Old Fanatick Fiend so late before Drunk with a Martyr'd Monarchs Purple Gore Whilst with th' Old Poyson and th' Old Rage he stood All Thirsting for new Draughts of Royal Blood The Crowns long Foe and Blackest Imp of Hell His Sting just Fastning Thou alone couldst quell Thy Book of Fame with this last Glory fill'd What shall Great James on thy Foundations build Strike Royal Heir th' half Conquer'd Serpent dead Charles bruis'd his Teeth and Thou shalt crush his Head Peace Vnion Concord all so well begun Tho' Thou Great Charles thy Race like Moses run Thy People led by Thy Miraculous Hand To th' Milk and Honey of a Blessed Land Call'd hence too soon by the Almighty Voice Saw'st but the Borders of the Promis'd Joys That God-like Joshua sills Thy Royal Seat Who Thy unfinish'd Wonders shall compleat Translated Saint now thy â—ull Honours seize Blest with thy own Eternal Handmaid Peace Around thy Head Immortal Honours play Brighter thy own Restoration Day Like thy own Mercy soft be thy Repose Whilst on thy Brow that Perfum'd Fragrance flows Sweeter than the Odours even of that Rich Fame That shall Embalm Thy Everlasting Name SCOTLANDS Loyalty or Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Soveraign His Sacred Majesty CHARLES by the Grace of God King of Great Britain France and Ireland c. LEt Musick cease yet let true Subjects Sing Sad Ela's
still in Peace But I suppos'd you waited for your Prey And therefore Amsterdam'd in his way Pl. Pox on your Zeal you did it for your Fare Could'st think I want Incendiaries here Ch. No no Sir I have Passengers enough That spoke their Places and gave Earnest too And though y 'had Boute â—eu's enough before Yet such as This ne're touch'd th' Infernal Shore Scilla Sejarus Cataline and Noll Must give our Politician the Wall They cruel wretches sought Imperial sway Py Fire and Slaughter ours a milder way They fought e'ne like your Furies for a Crown He by Petitions softly bowls it down Kings may be fell'd and never hurt a Limb And Pluto's self fall gently under him But Sir you 're safe for e're he came at Styx He drew and rack'd off all his Politicks â—l I can't tell that Coopers are cunning blades We Devils scarce can dive into their Trades The Lees of one rich Pipe may ferment more And I am plaguy loath to lose my Power Ch. Fy â—luto y' are too jealous of your Peeâ— He that hath been your Drudge this 50 year If you begin to slight old Servants thus 'T will be a great Discouragement to Us. â—l Why didst not take Elizium in thy way Ch. Why Sir the Keeper feign'd he 'd lost his Key And would not slip the Lock for all my Pray'rs I touch'd besides at Purgatory Stairs The Trimmers office as some term it well Because it squints both toward Heav'n and Hell But 't would not do Pl. No what could they object He seems the very Founder of the Sect. Ch 'T is true but they urg'd 't was like an Inn Where Folks a while were baited for their Sin Then like cur'd Lunaticks turn'd out again And they alledg'd my Charge was past all cure And nothing in the world was e're said truer For 't is not all the Saints in Heav'n and Earth Were he once in could ever pray him forth Pl. Well Charon I forgive thee for I see Thou speak'st both for thy Client and thy Fee But how stand Causes on the British Shoar Since they have lost the Bawble they adore Cha. Why they resent it in a various way And some there are who do not stick to say That the Elm-board foregroan'd this fatal day That th' Albion Rocks relent and change their hue And eve'n Tyburn puts on Mourning too Your dear Friend Titus cloaths himself in Crape Masculine Titus your out-doing Ape Who 's got above the Dispensation of a feeble Rape Other 's there are who are not troubled much But rather seem beholding to the Dutch For this one kindness they to Britain do Commutes for Chattam and Amâ—â—â—na too The Country-mans Complaint and Advice to the KING WE only can admire those happy times Of Innocence unskill'd in Laws Crimes When Gods were known by Blessings own'd by Prayer And 't was no part of Worship for to Swear Clearer than Fountains and more free than those Impartial Truth they all to each disclose To hear and to believe were strictly joyn'd And Speech thus answer'd what it first design'd But Oh unhappy State of Humane kind Nought dreadful now our Awe or Faith can bind Vows and Religions are but bare pretence Oaths are found out to shackle Innocence And Laws must serve a Perjur'd Impudence Tumults address for Blood Witness for Hire deceives And Judge is forc'd to Sentence what he ne're believes All Truth and Justice blushingly withdraw Leaving us nothing but the Form of Law Whereby Rogues profligate and hardned in their Vice Proscribe all Loyal men as Factions raise their Poor Land whose Folly to swift Ruine tends Despis'd by Foes un-aided by its Friends In vain does Heaven her Fiery Comets light We stifle th'Evidence and still grope in night Baffled by Fools betray'd by perjur'd Knaves Rather than Subjects we 'll be branded Slaves And by a vain pursuit of airy Bliss Forfeit substantial real Happiness Change Monarchy from all Oppression free Religion and its Native Purity True Freedom without lawless Liberty For thousand Masters worst of Tyranny For frantick Zeal formal Hypocrisie For Licence to rude rabbles Hell and Slavery And all this wrought by old known Cheats and Rooks Gods to be twice Cajol'd by Cants and Looks Soâ—s worse than Brutes to run into that Net We see and know for our destruction set To the KING A Rise O thou once Mighty Charles arise Dispel those mists that could thy piercing Eyes Read o're thy Martyr'd Father's Tragick Story Learn by his Murder different wayes to glory How fatal 't is by Him is understood To yield to Subjects when they thirst for Blood And cloak their black Designs with Publick Good As thou art God-like by thy Pity show That thou art God-like by thy Justice too Lest we should count thy greatest Vertue Vice And call thy Mercy servile Cowardise Of old when daring Giants skal'd the Skie The King of Gods neâ—e laid hâ—s Thunder by To hear Addresses for their Property But quell'd His Rebels by a stroke Divine And left example how to deal with Thine Advice to the CARVER BRing me a Man with animating Stroaks Whose pregnant Steel gives Life to formless Rocks Stone now must speak since humane Race is grown In Heart and Brain more dull and hard than Stone Carver thou must erect with learned Toyl To Truth and Innocence a sacred Pile Marble and Brass are Elements too frail From Age to Age these Records to entail Some harder Mettal should imploy thy Art Than Pharaoh's or our Judges stony Heart From the deep Quarries of Immortal Truth Digg out Materials to out-live the Tooth Of eating Fame and gnawing Calumny Whilst Envy and her Snakes drop off and dye And raise our Heroe's Monumental Shrine When Earth and Stars give off to shine Which the last Fire may burnish and refine First Carver Let thy speaking Marble tell How the dire Monster Perjury from Hell When first he rais'd his Head and saw our Light Nature gave back and trembled at the sight Comets his Eyes Curl'd Adders were his Hair Nothing of Poyson can with Theirs compare Couch'd in his Lips a Brood of Aspicks lay To all his Words their Venom these convey His Tongue 's a Two-edg'd Sword in Lawyers hand Whose double stroak no Innocence can stand His Hands are gor'd in Blood like Vulture's Claws The Engines of his Murders are the Laws A Holy Justice vindicate thy Cause No longer let this Monster Triumph thus And make thy Sacred Courts his Slaughter-house A Belt he wore on which the Imbroiderer wrote The History of the Hellish Popish Plot A Bunch of Snakes made up the Shoulder Knot At his Belts end a mighty Budget hung Where Narratives and Informations throng Letters Commissions Infinite were there Were there for no where else did they appear All stuft with Treasons of the largest Size Armies to raise and in Rebellion rise â—iâ—y and â—eet to burn destroy the KING Under a â—orrâ—ign Yoak our Land to bring These Poysoned Arrows
Corrupted Age is try'd That ever wants an Oath on either side Judges themselves their way can hardly see Through the thick Mists of growing Perjury Shall Oaths for Goods and Land be laid aside And all receiv'd where Men for Life are Try'd Shall neither Profit Malice nor ill Fame Nor Counter-proofs bate this devouring Flame Can nothing but Heavens Judgements make it known How Earth with Blood and Perjury does groan Now with loud Summons signal of the War The Cryer calls our Prisoner to the Bar. Some previous Storms and Skirmishes past o'er The Charge begins and the great Ordnance roar The Monster from his Battery rais'd on high A Thundering Peal of Mortal Oaths let fly Whilst from the Lawyers Throats in fatal sound In loud repeating Echoes does rebound Since first the Monster touch'd in English Land He and the Gown-men went still hand in hand Who in a formidable League combin'd To drive All before them and run down Mankind 'T is true the Gospel and the Law reveal The ways to future Bliss and present Weal But when ill Acts convert them to a Trade They Guard not but our Happiness Invade As Labouring Men their Hands Cryers their Lungs Porters their Backs Lawyers hire out their Tongues And vilest are those Hirelings who abuse Their Calling to the most destructive Use A Tongue to Gain and Hire accustom'd long Grows quite insensible of Right or Wrong And true and false with them is Cross and Pile The Winning side is only worth their while And of that Tribe some Tongues no less are gor'd With Blood of Innocents than Herod's Sword The Breath of Lawyers and of Peoples Minds Are like the yielding Waves and blustering Winds Each Mobile its Driver does obey These Tempests raise by Land as those by Sea And so the Crowd to whose discerning Skill The greatest Cry is Demonstration still Second the Charge with Hums and rude Applause And on the Monster 's side pre-judge the Cause Alas of Peers themselves this high Degree From this contagious Frenzy is not free That generous Blood which Nobler Veins doth fill No Faction should enflame no Fear should chill They in a higher Region plac'd should know None of those Popular Storms which rage below But should with serene Thoughts and Courage bold And with Impartial Hand the Ballance hold Yet like those Peers of Heaven we find of late Too many faln from their Exalted State And from Attendance on the Highest Throne To serve a factious Populace sunk down But still the Fall of the Apostate Band Makes for their Glory who with firmness stand Truth will to both be just Angels that fell The first Distinction made of Heaven and Hell Now Carver with some likeness to express Our Hero greater still in his Distress Proving the Storms standing the rudest shock Thy work requires something more firm than Rock Of bloody Slanders who undaunted can The deadly Shock endure is more than Man Nothing of Sublunary Growth or Make Of that Immortal Temper can partake We learn this Lesson only from the Chair Where God and Man joyntly Professors are No less a Master could make understood A Doctrine so averse to Flesh and Blood Thus taught our Champion perfect in his Roll Did honour to his Master and his School For with such Calm of Mind and Air serene As in white Innocents is only seen He saw his Life by bloody Oaths atack't And the dire Charge by a whole Nation backt He saw his Honour and himself run down By horrid Hellish Crimes but none on 's own Their Crimes they only were who swore them so And who those Oaths so lightly did allow It was not to find out Truth they thither came But like keen Huntsmen to run down the Game For with design all was so aptly squar'd Their Tackling and their Tools so well prepar'd The Oaths were all so positive and home That for the Lawyers Skill they left no room They ran at ease and hardly did blow for 't For never yet did a false Oath swear short Our Prisoner wanted not in his Defence Proofs of their Guilt and his own Innocence But from such lyes what Pleading can relieve Which some invent some swear and most believe When byas'd Minds Faction or Fear does fill They judge not by their Reason but their Will All on the Favour'd side they Gospel call And on the Other side all is Apocriphal But on these Judges heavy Judgementsly Who use false Weights when Life and Death they try And the deciding Ballance hold a wry Now from the Fatal Urn the Lots are cast Judgement of Death is on our Hero past Some when they found him Guilty wept but still They did like Crocadiles both Weep and Kill And the Inhumane Verdict to Disguise As Pilate wash'd his Hands they wash'd their Eyes More at the Barr than Block at H'estminster Than on Tower-Hill suffer'd our guiltless Peer A just Regard must of those few be had The Good are still out-number'd by the Bad. Who yielded not to Factions swelling Tide But follow'd Truth though on the weaker side Carver in Living Brass inscribe their Name As some Attonment of our Nation 's Shame Tell future Time how manfully they stood And durst in such an Age as Ours be Good Thus of their Glory will thy Work partake But of the Adverse Part no mention make Heaven's Retribution will more fully tell Which did in Honour which in Guilt Excell The time is come for Divine Power to shew When Nature is too weak what Grace can do No greater Load on Innocents can ly Than for a Crime so Infamous to dy And yet more Unconcern'd than others Give He does the Sentence of his Death Receive Of all the Law inflicts that only Part Which touch'd his Wife and Children touch'd his Heart Nothing but their Undoing rais'd his Fears His Death in them a Massacre appears But Heaven's Elixir can our sharpest Pains Convert to Joy to Liberty our Chains Can Glory reap where Infamy is sown Turn Death to Life our Cross unto a Crown Thus in his Carriage none the Marks could see Of a Defeat but signs of Victory He march'd with such Assurance from the Bar As Conquering Generals from a Prosperous War His seeming Friends thought it not yet too late Since Nature on their side was Advocate With the strong Baits of Life and an Access Of Wealth and State to draw him to confess To all the vain Suggestions on their side Our Christian Hero thus in short reply'd My Age no less doth give me than the Doom So near a Prospect of the World to come That t were a foolish Bargain to Redeem With an Eternal Stain my Inch of Time By that of others I shall chuse to Dye Rather than live by my own Perjury If I confess the Plot my Life 's my own Then welcom Death with all its outward Shame It is my Joy that I Truth 's Martyr am One would believe by all this mighty Strife You value more the Plot than
to the Sun Or rather to the Hot-brain'd Phaeton Whom Ovid blames but he does more commend Advising straight the Chariot to Ascend What Though the world once more were set on Fire Shall his Young Heroe bawk his great Desire No let the Head-strong Youth his Steeds drive on Tread on his Fathers Counsels and his Throne I envy not those happy Men that Ride With him in 's Guilded Coach my humble Pride Desires no Courser but a Hoggs-heads Back Where mounted with a Bowl of Sparkling Sack With Russel Capel Cooper and the rest I 'le Drink Confusion to each Caballist Damn their Sun-Tavern Clubbs but hold my Rage Condemns the only Honest Men of th' Age The truest Patriots England ' ere did breed Who Viper-like on their own Mother feed Tear up their Bowels with a base pretence Of feigned Piety and Conscience Good Gentlemen how careful are they grown To suppress Papists and subvert the Throne They for Religion strive but wise men know From whence their greatest Discontents do flow Zeal for the Good Old Cause enflames their breast But the chief Fuell's Private Interest The Dissenter truly Described WHat shall a glorious Nation be o'rthrown By Troops of Sneaking Rascals of our own Must Civil and Ecclesiastick Laws Once Truckle more under the good Old Cause Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live Only to Clip Royal Prerogative Shall all our Blood turn Whey whilst we do see Men both Affront and Stab the Monarchy I 'm all inflam'd with a Poetick Rage And will Chastise the Follies of the Age. Thoughts crowd so fast upon me I must write Till I 've display'd the Gaudy Hypocrite He 's one that scarcely can be call'd a Man And yet 's a Pious Holy Christian. He 's big with Saving Faith he says yet He Has not one spark of common Charity ' Gainst Reason he perpetually whines Because it Contradicts his Black Designs He dis-esteems dull Morals for a Saint My well-beloved Brethren must not want Soul-warming Thoughts so warm that they did dwell First in the Womb then at the Breasts of Hell He Flouts the Common Prayers yet the poor Fool Himself not Them does turn to Ridicule He hates a Form yet loves his dear Non-sense Nauseats his God with his Impertinence With Eyes turn'd up Mouth screw'd and Monky-Face He lowdly bawls to God for Saving Grace With Meen so base and scurvy as if even His Apish Postures only would please Heaven And then his Sniv'ling Tone to the most High He does conclude is Curious Melody If Things succeed not as his Humour wou'd He strait grows Angry and he Huffs his God And this as if God knew not what to do And that wou'd have been for thy Glory too Then Muffl'd in his Cloak Roger begins In 's Sermon to dawb forth Soul-killing-sins Murder and Theft and Pride and Gluttony c. Which in their Lives none more Applauds than He. Yet if you do survey the List with care You 'l quickly find Rebellion is hid there And when he 's prest to Duties for some Hours He ne'r puts in The Higher Powers At Surplice and Lawn-sleeves he takes offence Because they are the Types of Innocence For that he hates and with It men of Sense The Reverend Prelates he still vilifies ' Cause they detect his cursed Villanies Hang them they bark come let us pull them down For this same Mitre does support the Crown They 'r the King's truest Friends yet thought it good To drown his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood They the King's Person would protect they said Yes yes forsooth by Cutting off his Head And this they did inspir'd by Zeal alone To fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne As if Damn'd Lyes False Oaths and base Deceit Propt up his Throne and made him truly Great As if the Devil himself that acted them Did bring the Luster to His Diadem Nay they go on yet with the same Intents By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments Some of the Great they by their whimseys guide To like their Treason and to stem their Pride In other things like methods they pursue For even the Shrieves must be Fanaticks too The Judges too they 'd to their Party gain Did they want either Honesty or Brain And when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these They poison soon some Countrey Justices Then had they once the dear Militia They 'd mount the Saddle and make Charles obey Thus first they 'd make Him but a very Straw And then at List controll and give Him Law In fine they are the Foes of Royal State Order is the great Object of their Hate Nor God nor Men these Furies seek to please They 'd bruise the Crown and tear our Surplices They'd Undermine the Churches Harmony And Ride a full Carier to Popery They all Mankind except Themselves Despise Chiefly the Great for being Good and Wise Some Subtile have and some have Giddy Souls Some Fools some Knaves and some are Knaves and Fools These Vermine would even the best things command And suck all the Sweetness of the Land The Loyal LETANY FRom a new model'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass under 's sleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Dom. From Conspiring at Joe's and Caballing at Mews From Sr. Gutts holy Tub of Uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their dues Lib. c. From a Parliament-man rak'd out of thâ— Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyt Januaries and Papists Novembers Lib. c. From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Reprimands which are something uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the King's-evil Lib. c. From the mutinous Clamours of such as raise fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the Shipwrack of Monarchy steers Lib. c. From Rebellion wrapt up in a Humble Petition From the Crafty Intrigues of a Suttle Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physician Lib. c. From serving Great Charles as his Father before And Dis-inheriting of York without why or wherefore And from such as Absalom has been or more Lib. c. From Libelling the Government and Actions of Kings From Vindicating Sectaries in Illegal Things From Encouraging Faction which Rebell brings Lib. c. From Murmuring for sending the Parliament home From choosing Fanaticks to sit in their Room That the Actions of Forty may not be our doom Lib. c. From late Irish Massacres by Paptsts done From Seditious Cut-troats which thing is all one From murthering the Father and banishing the Son Lib. c From putting three Towns to the Sword in Cool Blood From robbing and spoiling the Land for its Good From Cloaking their Crimes by a Warrant from God Lib. c. From shrouding all Villanies under the Cause From making us happy by giving Sword Laws From Trampling o' th Mitre and Crown with Applause Lib.
Horror of yells and groans the Spirits strains Till on a sudden all flasht out in flames In which she Conventicklers sprawling cry'd For all Eternity must this abide With that a shower of Blood fell down upon 'em In which they spew'd stunk like Reb. dam'em For 't was the blood of Innocents they'd drawn When they liv'd here to make the K. their own Some of the Heads were hang'd up by the Tong. The rest the Devils pitch about with Prongues To make way for approaching great Procession Which howl'd roard without an Intermission Their Tongues hung out with Froth like lathering Soap These were the Rabble burning of the Pope ' Mongst whom were Curtis Harris Smith Care The Scene was just like that at Temple-bar Both Pope and Pageants Jeffreys and the Friers Of these that did support them and the Rout But there they roar'd here they us'd to shout Both Squibs and Crackers from their mouths did fly ' Gainst Church and State they belcht out Blaspemy Their Skins were vail'd with City-Mercuries Seditious Libels and their forged Lyes Which taking fire at once made such a smother Down fell the Pageants Rout and all together Did sprawl and howl in that infernal Flame Then I awak'd and all was but a Dream A DIALOGUE betwixt the Devil and the Whigs Now Reader tell me if you can Which is the Devil who the Man For if a Tekelite be a Turk They both do All the Devils Work Whigs WE have pursu'd those Plots thou didst invent And made our Parties in a Parliament And to no purpose what can we do more Thou let'st the Tories in yet keep'st the Door Devil When ought doth not succeed you first blame Me Amongst your selves Ye never did agree Your Wise-false-Brethren have undone your Cause And from no Subjects slav'd you to the Laws Whigs We know no Laws but those our Selves do make And Hanging ne're confess All for Thy sake Thou know'st what we have done and more would do But deal'st with us as Witches and leav'st us so Devil My Power is to Incline not to Compell You are the Ministers to Act for Hell But do not send me those I did expect Through your base Cowardise or Fools neglect Whigs Can We do more than Thou We kill'd a KING And his Best Subjects did to Judgement bring We sent them hence when they were under Ground We thought all Flesh was in the Devil's Pound Devil You speak as you believe were it not so Thousands of you might unto Heaven go But Your Association with Me Will keep us Friends to all Eternity And never be reproach'd for Perjury Whig Thou the first Rebel taught'st us to Rebel Surely Thou need'st no Company in Hell Thou shamd'st Us in Contriving of this Plot That GOD himself would oversee the Blot Because that in his Name it was Begot Devil There is a Bard as strange as is his Name A Power you know not who hath rais'd his Fame 'T is He whose Wisdom Countermin'd your Arts And on your selves return'd your poyson'd Darts Whig That Devil Observator Oh! 't is He We would not see GOD in His Company Our very Thoughts He seem'd to know so well They were in Print before they were known in Hell Devil His Demon circles Him I cannot Kill Nor Hurt him so much as to shake his Quill He Writes such Truths and Speaks such Sacred Things The Churches Champion and the Guard of Kings Whig Though Thou Confess Thou canst not yet Repent No more than We Then down when we are sent There curse the Fates who spin so long his Thread That he will live to see our Children Dead Devil Take Comfort yet the Blood that You have spilt No more Age can paralel your Guilt I did corrupt the Mobile of Heaven You did the like on Earth now We are even This Kindness I will do Over my Furies I 'll make You Presidents Judges or Juries A Congratulatory Poem to Sir John More Knight Lord Mayor Elect of London NO sooner doth the Aged Phenix dye But kind indulging Nature gives Supply Sick of her solitude she first retires And on her Spicy Death-bed then expires Thus unconcern'd Sir Patience now declines The Sword and all his Dignities resigns Next under God and Royal Charles 't was He Defended persecuted Liberty When the fierce fury of the Romish Flood Broke out beyond its limits He withstood The threatning Deluge of the angry Main And forc'd its beating Billows back again His circumspection seasonably reads The dark Intrigues of vain projecting heads He cou'd all Foreign Maladies resent And equally Intestine Broils prevent But now as dying Parents first commend Their Issue to th' tuition of a Friend And then as if their chiefest care was past Pleas'd with the Settlement they breath their last So he perceiving busie Date appear That with a Period will close his year Contentedly resigns his dying Claim To the Successor of his Charge and Fame One whose wise Conduct knows how to dispence Rigour to Guilt and help to Innocence Here we the City's wise Results may scan Their very choice is Metropolitan So Universal their Elections are That England in the Happiness doth share On then great Magistrate and like the Sun Set with the splendid Glory you begun Disperse such hovering Clouds as wou'd benight And Interpose themselves 'twixt Us and light You boldly dare your noble Trust attest Without a base perswading Interest When pleasing Flattery puts on her Charms To take with gentle Arts and soft Alarms Fixt with a gallant Resolution You Vncase the Hypocrite and bids adieu In this confus'd and ill digested State Where Plots new Plots to counter-plot create Trusting to Reasons Conduct as your Guide You 'l leave the threatning Gulphs on either side And then erect such Marks as may appear To caution others from a Shipwrack there 'T is now resolv'd the Romanists shall see The mean Effects of all their Policy The Puritans will but expect in vain Their Pious Frauds will gull the Land again You like a great Columbus will find out The hidden Worlds of deep Intrigues and Doubt Whilst to your new Discoveries we give Our thanks such worthless Presents as we have England no more of Jealousies shall know But Halcyon Peace shall build and Plenty flow And the proud Thames swell'd high no more complains But smilingly looks on the peaceful Plains No angry Tempest then shall curl her Brow Glad to behold revived Commerce grow Whilst emulous of your Example We Strive who shall most express their Loyalty No Factions shall us from our selves divide More than the Sea from all the World beside But link'd together in one Chain of Love And with one Spring unanimous we 'll move That to our Foes regret it may be said We are again One Body and One Head The Car-man's Poem Or Advice to a Nest of Scriblers CAR-men turn Poets now why may not I Then Horse and Cart and Whip stand you three by Nay but I lack my
them feel York's return'd T' England what can fate prevent That after this she can call Discontent That Noble Conqu'ror is Return'd Yorks He Who 's the true Favourite of Victory Who whatsoever He attempted wrought Event still gladly lackying his wise Thought I challenge thee proud Greece and prouder Rome From their first Birth and to their latest Tomb Peruse your Heroes read their Actions o're Make what was somewhat by Romancing more Add what you can invent then if you dare Bring them yet if with York you them compare They shall as much that Competition shun As a weak Taper yields to the bright Sun Which of Yours Triumpht for anothers Gains That theirs might be the Profit his the Pains Brave JAMES has oft for haughty England fought And for Unthankful Souls the Conquest brought For whilst at Sea their fiercest Foes He Quells For His Reward the Ungrateful Land Rebels Behold the Nations Curse a Plot is rais'd The Banter'd People stood a while amaz'd Tho now'ts decry'd more than at first 't was Prais'd They find tho late that Plots are to th' Precise The needful'st things whether they 're Truth or Lyes To bring in Commonwealths and Kings to sacrifice But Charles and James are Heav'ns chiefest Care Tho their Blest Father perisht in their Snare The Gods with his Sons Lives that Martyrs loss Repair Blush Blush thou Speaker to the Damn'd Cabal No longer against York and Goodness yawl No more to Factious Clubs thou trait'rous Insect crawl Let thy Rebellious Lectures now be at a stand Thou Manuscript of Treason in Short-hand The Devil 's Enchiridion being no less Than the Perfection of all wickedness In vain are all the Plots you can devise Too loud the Father's Blood for Vengeance cries Then add not to Damnation if thou' rt wise Crouch Crouch Disloyal Whigs â—'unthinking Crew Not others Ruine you your own pursue No more by Crop-Ear'd Villains cheated be Both of your Sense and dearest Loyalty By Religious Glow-worms maskt Impiety And Absalom thou piece of Ill-plac'd Beauty As Happy be as Fair and know thy Duty For some what in that Noble Frame I saw Which or a Father or a King can awe And bashful Corah do thou leave to swear If not for Law or Punishments you care At least because thou know'st no more Forbear And you ye Vulgar Fiends ye Scum of Hell Whose Grace lies in your Swearing well Than you Nile's greedy Beast more mild appears That whom it kills bemoans them with its tears At last in pity to your Souls give o'er Let out your Founder'd Hackney-Oaths no more Oh! for the Natious Good and Publick Peace May this stupendious way of Plotting cease Burn all Associations you have writ Conspire no more two Princes Fall they sit Too near to thunder and you 'll sure be hit Brave York unmov'd your various Ills can bear Firm as the Center Fixt as th' Northern Star Since Sacred Charles does know him loyal true With a disdainful Scorn he laughs to view The worst the lowest dregs of Men dare do Go on Disloyal London stand and see Your Lawful Prince murder'd in Effigie For sure the stroke was aim'd above his Knee Raise still your Tumults but you 'll see at length Antoeus-like by Falling he 'll get strength Hence with all shallow Plots such Juglers blind The Fond Chimeras of Phantick Minds Now York appears see how they sink away As frightful Shades vanish at sight of Day Forth Forth all Loyal Souls his Coming greet Lay your Hearts low beneath his Royal Feet He comes he comes sure none but Traitors stay When York's the word and a King leads the way Welcom brave Prince welcom in balmy Rest To them by Pain and want of Sleep opprest Welcom as Health to th' Sick to Bridegrooms Night Welcom as to disorder'd Chaos Light Let loudest Shouts strait cleave the yielding Air And Bells and Bonfires our vast Joys declare Let Rocks and Hills and ' Dales and dancing Floods Hear our glad Sounds who with repeating Noise Will help to double our repeated Joys Oh! Glorious Sight Oh! Miracle of Fate To see at once Two Princes in their State As if Two Suns did harmlesly agree Not the kind Heavens to Fright but Beautifie Fill up the Bowls let Charles and James go round And to the Vaulted Sky your Clangors found May Charles's Reign flourish in wealth and peace Whil'st York's chief care is both of 'em t' increase May no Sham-Plots our Happiness e'er thwart Or cause these Royal Brothers e'er to part Oh! May They Live and Love while Streams to th' Main Their Tribute pay while Skies do Stars sustain Having these Two what can our Bliss destroy My Verses may have End but not our Joy To His Royal Highness the DUKE upon his Arrival WHen You Great Sir began to disappear All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear Hope only in Scotch Rebels liv'd who knew Our Courage and our Conduct fled in you Pirates and Rebels joyntly did Command Turks prey'd on all by Sea and Scots by Land The Turks who ne'er so insolent were grown T' approach our British-Coasts till You were gone Though what the Algerines first tempted forth Was that which mov'd their Brethren in the North. Both saw we were forsaken by that Hand Which had with equal Glory once maintain'd Our Flag at Sea our Scepter on the Land Brave Causes both worthy the Sword alone Of Charles's Brother and the Martyrs Son What Force is able with that Arm to fight Which pleads a Martyrs vows a Sov'raigns right Now had you left your Brother's Rule the Land And past those Seas which once You did Command Beyond our English Bounds those Bounds that were To our poor Isle none to your Arms appear Where once your Sword was drawn your Course you bend Your Sword must still beyond Our Rule extend Flanders at once does Peace and You receive While Foes our Peace disturb and Traffick grieve Yet these alas like some ill Omens were But Harbingers of our approaching Fear For He in whom we all an Intrest crave A Brothers You we those of Subjects have Whose mighty Soul could not be well contain'd Within his own Dominion on the Land Descends the Ocean and his Ships to view Which oft engage him in deep Thoughts of you On your Employment musing and your Charge Wishes in vain a Subjects Soul so Large Fit for the Steerage of so vast a Fleet Or near him at the Helme on Land to sit Who next the Throne might shine in silent Peace Or in loud wars might Thunder on the Seas But finding none He feels the loss though late Of such a Limb new sever'd from the State The first Prince of the Blood now from him gone Unguarded on the Right hand left the Throne For none in Deeds so Great or Birth so High His Place in Arms or Councils may supply None may of Right ascend they may invade For Princes of the Blood are Born not Made T' enjoy their Titles and possess
your Frenzy Wits fall into rage Look here Who Vindicates the Royal Stage Godfrey's brave Spirit doth this day appear Tremble ye now for Anger or for Fear His shorthy Ghost that courted Sacred good Has past the dangers of the Stygian Flood Left the Elizian Shades by strict commands To see once more how this poor Cuntrey stands But to our shame his grieved Soul doth find Lunatick Zeal with us hath been too kind And struck his Loving Fellow Subjects Blind He fears our Disobedience to a Prince Whom Heaven protected he can the World convince From Zealous rage and Traytors hands long since He sees fears that in-bread Wars are coming By Zealous Prayer created Preach'd by cunning Holy long-winded Fervent Pious men Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren But if well try'd we easily may sind They unto none but themselves are kind Envy all happiness but what 's their own Have humble out-sides inwardly o're-grown With Pride Ambition and Self-interest Longing with Crowns themselves for to invest For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarchs that zealously can pray He sees foul threatnings and intestine Thunder The Plagues of eating Swords Domestick Plunder Foretels the Fathers striking of his Sons Who without mercy on the old Sire runs Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father Who never leave till all lie dead together Friend killing Friend a Brother fights a Brother And spares his own blood less than any other Awake awake I say awake betimes Before your Souls feed on such Hellish crimes Let your own reason clear your blinded eyes Let sad experience banish such Tragedies And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to Dethrone your Prince whom God heals Then brings Destruction to your Publick Weals For doubtless such base Principles as these Cannot but must the Heavenly Power Displease Godfrey's fore griv'd-Ghost weeps Bloody Tears Seeing you drawn into Jealousies and Fears To act those things which murdering sorrow bears Is it so long since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out that Royal Spot Of Sacred Innocent Blood bring back to mind Murd'ring the Sire then to the Son be kind And say again your Zeal had made you blind Let no Religious Cloak your Bodies cover And under That Both Prince and Country Smother To make your selves more hateful less good Then Lucifer and his Rebellious Brood But striving with this Difference in the thing They ' gain their Heavenly But you both ' gainst your Heaven Earthly King Nav e'n a King so good so sweet so great Makes all your joys and Happiness Compleat Them only are excepted that you see Fain would be Monarch's Kings as well as He. Let not your Loving Godfrey longer weep But let his weary Ghost retire to sleep Who never can have rest unless he find Your Souls more Loyal to your Prince more kind Endeavouring still to imitate those Quires That with their Harps and Hearts and Sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set whom he pleases on an Earthly Throne Advice to the Painter's Adviser WE Dogs and Lions by their Voices know For by their Notes themselves all Creatures show Yet here 's a Thing I know not what to call He roars and Barks what 's Good he curses all No Monster that e're yet from Africk came But what would start at thy prodigious Fame Yet we thy Name nor Pedigree can tell Thou dar'st Blaspheme beyond the Mouths of Hell What shall I call thee Monster or base â—iend That canst daub Paper to so base an end Unmouth that Tongue maugre its double Pale Fit Instrument to tell the Devils Tale Which dar'd blaspheme that Sacred Majesty The voice of Angels joy'd to Deisie Foul Traitor to bespatter such a King With th' Aspish Poison of thy slandering Whose ev'ry Action if the Truth we scan Speaks as much God as his Foes find him Man A Prince so tender of his Subjects Good As would redeem the meanest with his Blood Heavens Joy Earths Pride when After-age shall tell His Worth and Parts 't will want a Parellel Let Greece and Rome their Heroes Punies call Our Charles the Great I 'm sure outdoes them all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy sharp Arrow bitter word 〈◊〉 more than Europ's many edged Sword â—â— Heavens look to 't he that attempts so high â—â— Vice-God Charles threats Gignatomachy So he that stabb'd fam'd MIllain's Duke of yore By Practice at his Picture did no more â—ut Oh! the Devil see the Serpent flies To his first course he doubles his Advice To a poor Painter to draw This and That And draws himself into the Lord knows what Even so those Brats of sin we blush to own We bring to others doors and lay them down But pox upon his Picture to be short The wary White could have no colour for 't Else Hell had paid the Wages of th' abuse His Quidlibet audiendi's no excuse Kings failings if they are any ought not lie An open Prospect for the Vulgar Eye He that drew Alexander's scarry Face Discreetly put his Finger on the place But where 's the Artist that can frame a Line To Shadow or Eclipse the Glorious Shrine Of Charles's Ray what Eagle-Eye can gaze On so much Sun or sully such a Blaze Illustrious i' th' Abstract whose each Glance Would strike Presumption out of Countenance Much less can any draw his Treasur'd Mind To every Noble Virtuous Mood inclin'd Vnblemish'd as the Saints the Sun less clear In that first Shine which Summer'd all the Year Our Painters well knew this who e're read o're A Face more puzling Art a mind much more Then Devil do thy worst with thy Advice Charles and his Court are 'bove thy Calumnies Powers and Dignities approach the Skies Like Ships the more the Waves do under rise But 't is not each Gods Fate alone else why Do Miscreants slight the Angels Ministry Ours is but little lower one remove Vicegerent to the King of Kings above The best are still the most malign'd with wrong Virtue 's no fence against a spiteful Tongue He is the Object of his Prophanation Tho' pure as new fall'n Snow free from offence As blameless Truth and white as Innocence His breath blasts those whose breath persuming Air Makes all save that as sweet as they are fair Unbitter'd bitterness it self of all Earth's Heavenly few the most Angelical But Vice be dam'd thou art like one of those Who giddi'd in a Ship at Sea suppose The Continent doth move as well as they All tread awry to those whose Feet are splay If tho our thoughts are free we must not think Ill of the King he that shall black his Ink And pale his Paper with words startles more Than Lord have mercy chalk'd upon the door To traduce Princes in the shapes of sin Wise Painters choose to draw the Devil in These are the marks o' th' Beasts who casts an eye On those as
Note in Sorrow for our King Whom to the worth no Poet can bemoan Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon But there 's no need our Sorrow to Infuse Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉 Hearts the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉 â—loods of Tears though in the end Relief Great Charles is Dead who was Great Britains King 〈◊〉 â—n Exploits who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉 and â—lenty to His own three Realms â—â—rough storms of State which he did turn to Calms Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth Then cast up Virtues to one total sum Perfections Product will be found in Him We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure With Diamond of the Black Rock to endure Till after Ages that our Children may Pay Tears for Tribute to His Sacred Clay Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke We 'll kiss the Rod though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate Yet we 'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse That 's dipt in Tears and Elegiack Verse T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame Then rest dear Saint though dead yet still alive Though laid in dust Times Age thou shalt survive Thour' t mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests to wear a Cross-less-Crown And though our Grief cannot our loss prevent Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent EPITAPH HEre lyes Grave Majestick Dust Which when alive was Good and Just Great Charles the second Britain's King Whose valour makes us Weep and Sing His Crown environ'd was with Thorn Which makes His Subjects double Mourn By Land and Sea he did our Work The Fear and Terrour of the Turk He Peace to Europe did restore When other Kings had given it o'r Defender of the Faith that 's true Vntil he had the World adieu Let Princes Eternize His Name And make his worth their Diadem Now since the Sighs that did Eclipse our Skie By His Successors Light begins to flye O're Tears we 'll Triumph since our sore doth bring The surest Salve which is a Lawful King We 'll pâ—â— Allegiance due on Charles his score To JAMES the VII and many Millions more P. K. An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Death of the Illustrious and Serene CHARLES the Second KING of Great-Britain France and Ireland c. Who departed this Life February the 6th 1685. HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad and call The Royal Palace Black and not White-Hall Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears and true Of Orient Pearl but Occidental Hew Since Britains Phoebus hath forsook the Stage Before he reach'd the Tropick of his Age. The interval betwixt our Setting Sun And Rising Soveraign ' ere his Light begun Was short yet till our Sorrow soung Relief We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief Yet tho' our Soveraign doth our Mourning ' swage And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage We 'll make no Bonesires for it were in vain Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again All Israel when good Hezekiah dy'd To his last Bâ—â—ath true â—â—oyal Honour pay'd Where 's then the Boldest Critick â—n deny 〈…〉 CHARLES his worth a Dâ—leful ELâ—GY 〈◊〉 Worth to Times last â—riod shall Endure In 〈◊〉 of Envy oâ— the Grave Secure And Children yet 〈◊〉 with Tears shall pay A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 use â—o his sacred Clay He from His Child-hood was of great Renown He bore his Cross before he wore his Crown Brancht in the stock of Trouble 't is well known His Fruit was Ripe the Blossom yet unblown Great Britains Bane and Blush Eclips'd his Skie E'r England knew his Soveraignty But as his Sun ascended the Noon-day Aâ— Clouds like Vapours vanish'd quite away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—right Calms of Peace did still remain â—â—â—ough the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign Then Rest dear Saint tho' now Intomb'd in Dust Unâ—il the Resurrection of the Just And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief Because our Sorrow doth admit Relief The Vail of Death no Christian needs dismay The King of Kings Himself did guide the Way And since our Sore a Salve along doth bring God save Great JAMES our Second Soveraign King Let his Dâ—minions preface Black and White Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing Like Birdâ— Reviv d in the returning Spring Let Court and City raise their joyful Voice And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by And Treason turn to purest Loyalty Hence thâ—n projecting Traytors stand aloof His Loyal Throne is sure and Treason-Proof Lest sit on Edâ—e by old Seditious Smâ—â— Your Treasâ—ns Trapturn round upon your Neck His Presence may no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Resort Nor base 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Court But Reign in Peace whil'st we have in our Eye CHARLES still live in JAMES'S Royalty But since he 's Dead and gone let this sad Verse Tho' undeserving yet attend his Herse EPITAPH HEre lyes Great Charles the Just the Good As ever came of Royal Bloâ—d To Troubles Born he Early knew What Kings as Men are subject to His Morning Glâ—ries were â—'recast And by some Fatal Star Opprest But as his Sun ascended Noon The cruel Comet did fall Down In Peace he Liv'd in Peace he Dy'd The Kingdom and the Churches Guiâ—e The Guardian of the swelling Main The Terrour of the DUTCH and DANE At his Command all war did Cease And Europe Owes to him her Peace Diseases at his Power did Crouch And own the Virtue of his Touch. Let KINGS and PRINCES in him Glory And make his Reign their Directâ—ry To His Sacred Majesty King JAMES II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom â—â—'â—y Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Ruâ—â— When Time Your Wondrous Story shall unsold Your Gloriâ—us Deeds in Arms when â—â—â— but Young Your strange â—scapes and Dangerâ— shall be told Your Battles Fâ—â—ghâ— Your Guildâ—◠〈◊〉 is â—â—â— When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st noâ— share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before You the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As sill this Lucky Years Account O're England
a Poets praise For all that VVrite should choose no other Theam Than the Immortal Glories of his Name And sing to all the VVorld the greatness of his Name But oh I see his Virtues plac'd too high I stand and wonder but want VVings to fly Struck with such Lustre ev'n the Laureat fell Tho' skill'd in all the Arts of Praising well 'T is true he fell but 't was like Phaeton Because he durst aspire to drive the Sun Oh boundless Fame how great is thy excess That Thoughts can never reach nor Words express With my small Bark I dare not tempt that Coast Where crowds of Ship-wrack'd Poets I see lost The greatness of the work disdains their toil This Jewel shines too bright to need a foil Nor could I think of Verse Griefseiz'd my Breast And Grief by Silence is the best exprest My Thoughts were dead till Duty led my way To where his Queen his Mourning Consort lay The Happiest Portion of his Happy Life The Tend'rest Kindest most Observing Wife Sorrow in pomp alas fills all the Place And sits Triumphant upon every Face But in her Looks Magnificent appears Drest in the sadness of her Royal Tears Heccnba the greatest Queen that World did know Fam'd for expression of her mighty Woe Had she liv'd now would here Example had Not how to rage but to be greatly sad The Indian Widows whom mistaken Fame Admires for dâ—ing in their Husbands flame Find of their Grief an easie Remedy To live in Pain is harder than to Die Here no unseemly clamour seeks Relief Her Breast contains the burthen of her Grief Which Fire-like supprest within her Princely mind Lives and preserves it self by being confin'd The Royal Mourner lay'd in her dark Room Receives th' Officious Visits as they come Those tedious Forms of Cer'mony and State Is a hard Fine she payes for being Great This Dismal Scene on my num'd Fancy wrought And sad Ideas gave new wings to Thought The Prophet with his Country born away Hung up his Harp and Wept but could not Play But when with Pious Sorrow he Survey'd The Great Jerusalem in Ashes laid From the sad Object soon new Fancies spring And Sacred Aleph first began to Sing Good Heav'n of all thy great Misterious ways That Reason comprehends not yet obeys None moves men more to wonder or distrust Than thy severe Probations of the Just For who can hear of Pious Catharines Name Great in the Glorious Rolls of Holy Fame And not from this sad Scene Expostulate At least lament the Frailty of our State To see that Good and Great both subject are to Fate Else Sh' had been free whose Life is so from Blame Whose Thoughts make highest Virtue all their aim At which hard mark She always shoots so right That every Action nicely hits the White Heav'n sent this Blessing on our English shore T' Instruct this Isle and Virtue to restore From hence long banish'd by misguided heat And teach us how to be both Good and Great Great in Her Birth whose Royal Linage Springs From a long Race of Lucitanian Kings And in the current of whose Blood does shine Glorious Remains of the Lancastrian Line She as a Dowry brought to England more Than any Queen that ever came before She plac'd the English Arms upon the Africk shore But still most Great in this high part of Life As England's Queen and Mighty Charles's Wife And yet When Charity implores Her as a Friend To see with how much Goodness she 'll descend To help th' Opprest and to redeem the state Of the Unhappy that are Slaves to Fate So the Bright Sun that Nature sets so high The Glory of whose Beams fill every Eye From the great height of his Imperial seat Nourishes all things by his kindly heat In those sad times when with a Powerful Hand Curst Perjury Infected all the Land Justice look'd on but durst not say one word Her Enemy had rob'd her of her Sword And by her side her Ballance useless lay For now what men believ'd they duâ—st not weigh Commanding Vice struck every Virtue still All but her Patience how to bear the Ill. The Epidemick Plague in every Breast The wholesom Spirit 's corrupted or opprest Nothing could now withstand nothing prevail Nothing but her Pray'ers that nâ—ver fail On what vain props all Wicâ—edness is built There 's some thing Self-confounding still in guilt Else Oh mistaking men else how could these Innuâ—'d in the success of Villanies Not see That the known Virtues of her Name Would guard her safe that t' attempt her Fame Must of their Story prove so hard a Test As shows the Native baseness of the rest Even Zeal it self could never think that she So fam'd for Virtue and for Piety Could never Cherish wretches to Rebel Or strike the Life of Him she Lov'd so well ' Or that a Prince could Harbour such a Thought ' Who had so bravely for His Country Fought 'A Prince within the circle of whose Mind ' All the Heroick Attributes are joyn'd ' That differently dispers'd havâ— made men Great A Prince so Lov'd so much prâ—serv'd by Fate 'To wear these Glorious Crowns and to repay ' What in His Brother She has born away This show'd the Cheat show'd what the Plot design'd And all men saw but such as would be Blind Susanna-like Accus'd Her Prayers are heard Her Enemies are Punish'd and she Clear'd But 't is no wonder Heav'n should take Her part That holds such large Possessions in Her Heart Who e're a Glorious Piety would Paint A great Triumphant Queen and Praying Saint From the high Image of Her Heav'nly Thought Might draw th' exactest piece was ever wrought The rising Sun no sooner did display His early Beams to kiss the new-born day But that she Rose to Offer up Her Prayers To Crown with Blest success Great Charles's Cares That this our Nation may be Prosp'rous still And for those few that ever wish'd Her Ill Mercy 's Her Natures great Prerogative She never thinks of Faults but to Forgive 'T is this Great Queen that makes me dare to bring To Your high Fame so poor an Offering Your Goodness knows to judge what we intend And how to Pardon if we do Offend This knowledge gives me hope you will not blame My too-aspiring Verse nor conceal'd Name My humble Duty here my Pride o're Pow'rs It dares not live in the same Page with Yours The Beams of your great Glory shine so bright I turn my Face away from my too much Light May Earth Great Queen give Joy to all your years And Heav'n be still Propitious to your Prayers May the great Blessings they alone could send On Charles's Happy Reign and Pious end Have Pow'r to make him in his second Birth As great a Saint as he was King on Earth Where e're you pass may all your En'mies bow And Fame when she relates your Name speak true May you possess a Chain of Happier days And better Poets rise to