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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33850	A Collection of poems on affairs of state by A.M. and other eminent wits ...	Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1689 (1689)	Wing C5176; ESTC R23725	18,930	37

A COLLECTION OF POEMS ON Affairs of State Viz. Advice to a Painter Hodge's Vision Britain and Raleigh Statue at Stocks-M Young Statesman To the K Nostradamus Prophecy Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's Ghost On the King's Voyage to Chattam Poems on Oliver by Mr. Driden Mr. Sprat and Mr. Waller BY A M l Esq and other Eminent Wits Most whereof never before Printed LONDON Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIX Advice to a Painter by A. M. Esq SPread a large Canvass Painter to contain The great Assembly and the num'rous Train Where all about him shall in Triumph sit Abhorring Wisdom and despising Wit Hating all Iustice and resolv'd to Fight First draw His Highness prostrate to the South Adoring Rome with this Speech in his Mouth Most Holy Father being joyn'd in League With Father P s D y and with Teague Thrown at your Sacred Feet I humbly bow I and the wise Associates of my Vow A Vow nor Fire nor Sword shall ever end Till all this Nation to your Footstool bend Thus arm'd with Zeal and Blessings from your Hands I 'le raise my Papists and my Irish Bands And by a Noble well-contrived Plot Manag'd by wise Fitz and by Scot Prove to the World I 'le have Old England know That common Sense is my Eternal Foe I ne'r can fight in a more glorious Cause Than to destroy their Liberty and Laws Their House of Commons and their House of Lords Parliaments Precedents and dull Records Shall these e'r dare to contradict my Will And think a Prince o th' Blood can e'r do ill It is our Birth-right to have Power to kill Shall they e're dare to think they shall decide The Way to Heaven and who shall be my Guide Shall they pretend to say That Bread is Bread Or there 's no Purgatory for the Dead That Extream Vnction is but common Oyl And not Infallibly the Roman Spoil I will have Villains in Our Notions rest And I do say it therefore it 's the best Next Painter draw his M by his side Conveying his Religion and his Bride He who long since abjur'd the Royal Line Does now in Popery with his Master joyn Then draw the Princess with her golden Locks Hastning to be envenom'd with the P And in her youthful Veins receive a Wound Which sent N. H. before her under Ground The Wound of which the tainted Ch fades Laid up in Store for a new Set of Maids Poor Princess born under a sullen Star To find such Welcome when you came so far Better some jealous Neighbour of your own Had call'd you to a Sound tho' petty Throne Where 'twixt a wholesom Husband and a Page You might have linger'd out a lazy Age Than on dull Hopes of being here a Q Ere twenty dye and rot before fifteen Now Painter shew us in the Blackest Dye The Counsellors of all this Villany Cl d who first appear'd in humble guise Was always thought too Gentle Meek and Wise But when he came to act upon the Stage He prov'd the mad Cethegus of our Age He and his D ke had both too great a Mind To be by Iustice or by Law confin'd Their boyling Heads can hear no other Sounds Than Fleets and Armies Battails Blood and Wounds And to destroy our Liberty they hope By Irish Talbot and old doting Pope Next Talbot must by his great Master stand Laden with Folly Flesh and Ill-got Land He 's of a size indeed to fill a Porch But ne'r can make a Pillar of the Church His Sword is all his Argument not his Book Altho' no Scholar he can act the Cook And will cut Throats again if he be paid In th' Irish Shambles he first learn'd the Trade Then Painter shew thy Skill and in fit place Let 's see the Nuncio A ll's sweet Face Let the Beholders by thy Art espy His Sense and Soul as squinting as his Eye Let B s autumnal Face be seen Rich with the Spoils of a poor Algerine Who trusting in him was by him betray'd And so shall we when his Advice's obey'd Great Heroes to get Honour by the Sword He got his Wealth by breaking of his Word And now his Daughter he hath got with Child And Pimps to have his Family defil'd Next Painter draw the Rabble of the Plot G n Fitz G d Loftus Porter Scot These are fit Heads indeed to turn a State And change the Order of a Nations Fate Ten thousand such as these shall ne'r controul The smallest Atom of an English Soul. Old England on a strong Foundation stands Defying all their Heads and all their Hands It s steady Basis never could be shook When wiser Men her Ruin undertook And can her Guardian Angels let her stoop At last to Madmen Fools and to the Pope No Painter no close up this Piece and See This crowd of Traitors hang'd in EFFIGIE Hodge a Countryman went up to the Piramid His VISION WHen Hodge had numbred up how many Score The airy Piramid constrain'd he swore No mortal Wight e'r climb'd so high before To th' best Advantage plac'd he Views around Th' Imperial Throne with lofty Turrets crown'd The wealthy Store-house of the bounteous Flood Whose peaceful Tide o'rflows our Land with Good Confused Forms fleet by his wondring Eyes And his Soul too seiz'd by Divine surprize Some God it seems had entred his plain Breast And with 's Abode that Rustick Mansion blest A mighty Change he feels in ev'ry Part Light guides his Eyes and Wisdom rules his Heart So when her pious Son fair Venus show'd His flaming Troy with slaughter'd Dardan's Strow'd She purg'd his Optick Films his clouded Sight Then Troy's last Doom he read by Heaven's Light Such Light Divine did seize the dazling Eyes Of humble Hodge Regions remote Courts Councils Policies The Circling Wills of Tyrants Treacheries He views discerns deciphers penetrates From Charles's Dukes to Europe's armed States He saw the Goatish King in his Alcove With secret Scenes of his incestuous Love To whom he spoke Cease cease O Charles thus to pollute our Isle Return return to thy long wisht Exile There with thy Court defile the neighb'ring States And by thy Crimes participate their Fates He saw the Duke in his curst Divan set To 's vast Designs reaching his Pigmy-Wit With a choice Knot of the Ignatian Crew Who th' way to Murthers and to Treasons shew Dissenters they oppress with Laws severe That whilst we wound these Innocents we fear Their cursed Seed we may be forc'd to spare Twice the Reform'd must fight a double Prize That Rome and France may in their Ruines rise Old Bonner single Hereticks did burn These Reform'd Cities into Ashes turn And ev'ry year new Fires make us mourn Hybernian Tories plot his cruel Reign And thirst for English Martyrs Blood again Our Valiant Youth abroad must learn the Trade Of unjust War their Countrey to invade Others at home must grind us to prepare Our Gallick Necks their Iron Yoke to wear Ships once our Safety and our glorious Might