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An heroic poem on the high and mighty monarch James II King of England, &c. by E. Settle.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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1685
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Wing S2691; ESTC R32653
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AN Heroick Poem ON THE CORONATION OF THE High and Mighty MONARCH JAMES II. King of England c. Caesar Imperium Oceano Famam qui terminet Astris By E. SETTLE LONDON Printed by J. L. for Benjamin Needham in Duck-Lane MDCLXXXV AN Heroick Poem ON THE CORONATION OF King JAMES II. LET our joyn'd shouts their solemn Duties pay For 't is Britannia's sacred Nuptial Day The Royal Bridegroom puts the Diadem on And Weds a Kingdom when he wears a Crown Whilst our loud transports the great Rites Proclaim Our Bone-fires all for Bridal Torches Flame And all the joys our ravish'd Souls inspire Make but one universal Hymeneal Quire Nor are Three Kingdoms all th' Attendant Train T' inaugurate Great JAMES thy prosperous Raign For see Blest CHARLES his Guardian Angels there A God-like Rival Host the Ceremony share Their Tutelary Powers surround Thy Throne And His Disbanded Wonders list Thy own Whose ushering Glories in the Front appear They lead the Van and we bring up the Rear Hail blest Britannia happiest Envyed Bride Behold the great Imperial Gordian Ty'd Honor and Triumph all Divinely bright Unbounded Charms Ineffable Delight All in one summ to Thy vast Portion fall One Coronation Vow has Seal'd them all Vows of that Binding Force that Wondrous Power Shall make soft Peace thy Everlasting Dower And all Heavens choicest Darling Blessings shower He vows and makes it Fate Great JAMES for Thee To plight Thy Faith for God is to Decree Act but THY Part Britannia keep but Thou Thy Wishes Chast and thy sworn Duty True And enjoy all that tenderest Love can grant And hold thy Faithful Lord in Bonds of Adamant Revel in all the Scenes of endless Bliss The Sweets of an unbounded Paradise No flaming Sword shall bar thy Eden Gate If no false Serpent tempt thee to thy Fate Nor thy own Fall does thy own Ruine date No fair Britannia prize thy Wealth but well And make Thy Treasure Inexhaustible To give Thee Bliss Divine from JAMES his Throne Is the Great Work of Heaven's kind Hand alone To make that Bliss Immortal is Thy own Safety and Peace shall in his Sun-beams play Whilst He 's the God of our long Halcyon-Day Great JAMES reserved by Providence to out-do His Pious Sire and Glorious Brother too Beneath the Foot-stool of his Throne shall tread Our long Enchanting Fatal Sorc'ry dead His single Scepter shall that Period gain Unreach'd by all his great Fore-father's Raign The Painted Dangers and Fictitious Fears The Tub-Cant of almost a Hundred Years That long portentous Phantom hush'd and still'd The dreaded Lyon even with Sampson's Honey fill'd All this the great pacifick JAMES shall do All this our whole converted World shall view Bless the great Author and th' Auspicious Day And blush their Follies and their Shame away Imposture now with all her ranc'rous Rage For ever hist from off the British Stage Reason and Truth shall our seal'd Eyes unblind Not one poor Titus-Proselyte left behind So when th' Almighty Hebrew Child was Born Immaculate TRUTH began her glorious Morn Whilst the old Fiend the Pagan Oracle Was silenced down to his own Native Hell Our World Great Reconciling JAMES in Thee And thy blest Reign shall equal Glories see The Croaking Imp of Jealousie and Fear That more than Hell-born Popular Prince o' th' Air Shall all his false Prophetick Dreams give o're And his Infernal Trump shall sound no more Whilst FAITH unshaken Mercy infinite Justice immoveable unbyast Right Honour untainted all the dazling Train Of Min'istring Graces to his wondrous Reign Shall with that Bright stupendious Glory come Shall strike the Bold Phanatick Divel dumb ' Mongst the Triumphant Crowds that Celebrate This great Days splendid Coronation State His shining Pomp and the more radiant Gems His Vertues that out-shine his Diadems Th' Harmonious Notes reach even Heaven's Echo'ing Towers Welcom'd by all Great JAMES his Kindred Powers The very Rubyes in the MARTYR's Crown Even a new glittering sparkling Fire put on Whilst His Transported Great Immortal SIRE Such vast Paternal Extasies inspire Till Foremost in the whole Seraphick Quire He leads a solemn Hallelujah round To Consecrate his best-loved Off-spring Crown'd A Son whose Hand shall crush the Serpents Head That stung the Royal Murdred Father Dead With no less Joy his Heaven-Crown'd BROTHER sings The Best of Subjects now the Best of Kings His Matchless Loyalty Ever-burning Love BROTHER and FRIEND still sacred Names above With that Ascending Fragrant Incense fly As reach his Hallow'd Throne and perfume all the Sky Well He remembers in that fatal Hour When weeping England saw her CHARLES no more How the Great JAMES like Great Elisha stood With Hands up-lift and Sorrows streaming Flood With rended Garments and a trickling shower Of melting Tears he wailed the parting Hour Till from above behold the opening Sky The Fiery Steeds and Flaming Chariot fly Here a whole bursting drowning Deluge fell Such were the Eyes that took their last Farewel In vain he cryes alas in vain he calls Grasping the Wondrous Mantle as it falls With Divine Transmigrating Glories fired Fill'd with the Mounting God with the WHOLE CHARLES inspired This he remembers and for Joys yet more Sublime He turns Heavens sacred Volume o're Reads what the Book of Fate for JAMES writes down And Blesses as he Reads the Head and Crown Whilst his own Race like the great Moses run Union and Concord but by CHARLES begun That God-like Joshuah fills his Royal Seat Who his unfinish'd Wonders shall compleat Yet not the spacious Empyraean Round Cou'd this prodigious Days vast Glory bound Even Envies Court the Loud-tongu'd Raptures shake Descending down to the Infernal Lake For Heav'ns Best Joys Hell's bitterest Torments make Amongst the Mighty Potentates below Alarm'd and stagger'd at this dreadful Blow The Noble Peer felt the most killing Wound Strook even with new Damnation at the sound His hissing Snakes all their whole Poisons pour Rage Anguish Gall Death Horror Fury more Than his Tap run in fifty Years before Amongst the gnashing Teeth and wringing Hands Lo Burnet's great Reforming Pupil stands Whilst the Great JAMES his Coronation Fame With that uncommon Blast of Thunder came His burning Veins with hotter Torments glow Than at the Pangs of Ketches trebble blow Nay even the half-relenting Essex there Some sounds of Discontent could scarce forbear The murmuring Accents he began to try But his Throat gaped and half the Breath went by The universal grief went round so fast As to a solemn General Mourning past Even Sabler Shades hung round the dismal Cell If possible to add new Blacks to Hell But the most hideous Figure of Despair Was to behold a wither'd Beldam there The GOOD OLD CAUSE the dying Sidney's Saint And Proserpine's long Bosom Confident Whilst for a Garb to suit her doleful Tears All hanging o're her gloomy Brow she wears Grief's darkest Dress her ever deepest Cloud A tatter'd Veil made of Noll's Tyburn Shrowd In her Right Hand an old scrawl'd List she held With full-mouth'd keenest Execrations fill'd To pay off Pagan Popery's old Scores Call'd all a thousand Scarlet Babel Whores Because at Worc'ster the Apostate fell And Commenc'd Antichrist at Boscobel Over her Head for this Days Sorrows fit Was the unfortunate EXCLUSION Writ Large the Memorial Characters were made For 't was Exclusion HELL's Foundation laid GOD to Exclude was Lucifer's first Guilt For which sole Crime this Burning Jayl was built Damnation form'd to pay Exclusion's Hire Exclusion the first spark that ligh't Hell Fire Thus Seated and Arrayed her Flesh all rent She gave her most ungovern'd Wailings vent With louder Howls than even her Funeral cryes At her dear Ignoramus Obsequies Her wild Distractions with full Torrents flow And all Idea's crowd to heighten Woe The very Fire does but new Torments make For the remember'd curst Newmarket sake And every Brimstone Flash call's a new Groan For the defeated Rumbold Musquetoon Amidst each bellowing Pang and crying Yell As the salt Brine down her hag'd Furrows fell In vain with a torn Handkercher once dip'd In Royal Gore her Blooshot Eyes she wip'd But leave my wearied Muse this humble Flight From these Republick Owles and Bats of Night Visit the Region of Great JAMES once more Where the proud Royal mounting Eagles soare But for new Beams of brighter Glories still Not JOVE himself the Mighty Scene can fill Behold the Great Imperial JUNO Crown'd With all her beauteous Constellation round The Sovereign Goddess so divinely Fair That even adoring Angels worship there Such Myriads of Attracting Graces Reign As half unpeople Heav'n to fill Her Train There MONARCHY with all her pow'rful Darts Sits Crown'd to captive Souls here BEAUTY Hearts To make an universal Triumph shine It is but just their equal Powers should joyn The Great and Fair in One Imperial Robe CAESAR and BEAUTY ever share the Globe Between 'em both their Conquering Lightning hurl'd The equal Masters of the vanquish'd World This Ravishing Scene all Loyal dazled Eyes Shall smiling see whilst bursting Treason dyes Whilst our poor sculking little wou'd-be-King Dwindles to that lost despicable thing As shall even Dangerfield with Envy view The Princelier Perkin Warbeck of the Two FINIS