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An heroick poem to his Royal Highness the Duke of York on his return from Scotland with some choice songs and medleyes on the times / by Mat. Taubman ...
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Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690?
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Hive Let Phanaticks fret on and preach to the Crowd Sedition and Faction and Treason aloud Wee 'l drink off our Liquor to cherish good Blood And in our King's Service wee 'l let out the Flood Old JEMMY OLD JEMMY is a Lad right lawâ•Œfulâ•Œly descended no Bastard born nor bred nor for a Whigg suspended A Heart and Soul so wondrous great with such a conqu'ring Eye that ev'ry loyal Lad would plead in Jemmy's Cause to dye II. Old JEMMY is a Prince Of noble Resolutions Whose powerful Influence Can order our Confusions But oh he fights with such a grace No force can him withstand No God of War but must give place Where Jemmy leads the Van. III. To Jemmy ev'ry Swain Does pay due veneration And Scotland does maintain His Title to the Nation The Pride of all the Court he stands The Patron of his Cause The Joy and Hope of all his Friends The Terrour of his Foes IV. And now oh happy Pate The Kirk has taught a Lesson A Blessing on the State To settle the Succession They loyal were both Knight and Lord And will his Rights maintain By Royal Parliament restor'd Old Jemmy's YORK again The HEALTHS SINCE Plotting's a Trade like the rest of the Nation let 'em lye and swear on to keep up the Voâ•Œcaâ•Œtion Let Weavers and Turners and Joyners agree to find work for the Cooper they 'l have none of me Let politick Shams in the Statesman aâ•Œbound while we quaff our Bumpers and set the Glass round The jolâ•Œly Toper's the best Subject still who drinks off his Liquor and thinks no more ill II. Here 's a Health to the King and his lawful Successors To honest Tantivies and loyal Addressers But a pox take all those that promoted Petitions To poison the Nation and stir up Seditions Here 's a Health to the Queen and her Ladies of Honour And a pox take all those that put Sham-plots upon her Here 's a Health to the Duke and Senate of Scotland To all honest Men who from Bishops ne're got Land III. Here 's a Health to all those love the King and his Laws And may they ne're pledge it that broach the Old Cause Here 's a Health to the State and a pox on the Pack Of Commonwealth-Canters and Presbyter Jack To the uppermost Pendent that ever did play On the highest Top-Gallant o' th' Soveraign o' th' Sea And he that denies to the Standard to low'r May he sink in the Ocean and never drink more YORK and ALBANY NOW now the Zealots all must droop the Synagogues shall down and Truth and Loyalâ•Œty get up the Pillars of the Throne The Whiggs who Loyalâ•Œty forsook shall with one Voice agree to welcome home the Mighty Duke of YORK and ALBANY II. The wandring Dove that was sent forth To find some Landing near When England's Ark was tost on Floods Of Jealousie and Fear Returns with Olive-Branch of Joy To set the Nation free From Whiggish Rage that wou'd destroy Great YORK and ALBANY III. And may he with the Joys he wed For ever happy be And live to crush the Serpents Head Whose Sting did pierce his Knee 'Till Rebells tremble at his Name And all the Land agree The Rightful Int'rest to proclaim Of YORK and ALBANY The DUKE's Return from Scotland NOW the Toâ•Œries that glory in Royal Jemmy's Return i' th' Tavern rore it and score it your Caps and Bonnets burn Let the Lads and the Lasâ•Œses set foot to foot in their turn and he that pasâ•Œses his Glasses may he never scape the Horn. Royal Jemmy is come again there 's for honest Men room again the true Heir is come home again Fools and Bastards we scorn then heigh Boys laugh it and quaff it let Whiggs and Zealots mourn II. Let Impeaches and Speeches Be with the Authors pull'd down And he that preaches or teaches Against the Heir o' th' Crown No more the Jealous shall tell us Of the Succession o' th' Throne 'Till the Rebellious so zealous His lawful Int'rests own Monarchy is got up again Every Man take his Cup again 'Till we make the Slaves droop again Who our Peace wou'd inthrall And every Rebel that libell'd Do at his Footstool fall III. Then the Station o' th' Nation On Terms more honest will be Nor bold Oration in fashion To rail at Monarchy The City Royal be loyal And common Justice agree T' avenge lost Heads on the Tryal Of O s and S b y Then Dissenters shall aid the Throne And Addressers perswade the Throne Gainst the Traitors invade the Throne London Charter be free And Ignoramus be famous For Truth and Loyalty On the DUKE's Return after Shipwrack TH'rough Tempests at Sea th'rough Tumults on Shore the wandring bright Planet aâ•Œgain is restor'd still welcome but ne're more welcome before to all honest Men who his absence deplor'd We sigh'd in the Shade for the Sun we aâ•Œdore and now with fresh Incense our Altars run o're II. To the King and the Queen to the Brim let it flow The Duke and the Dutchess shall have the next place To the Royal Blew-Cap about let it go The blooming fresh Blossom of the ancient Race May he reign and live ever to conquer his Foes Who Monarchy hate and its Rights dare oppose III. But Pilot take care and look to your Charge Keep loof to the Windings the Glass is run out For if you want Depth you endanger the Barge Then launch in the Ocean and tack it about If Quicksands or Shallows our Vessel withstood To waft her off safe we will raise a new Flood IV. Then fill up and see no Ebb in the Glass For want of High-water the Ship run aground Then if we must fall while he safely does pass Wee 'l in the full Tide of Allegiance be drown'd The Dog that dares bark while this Planet does shine In a Thirst let him dye and in Darkness repine Great JEMMY HERE 's a Health to the Man that ne're did opâ•Œpose the King nor his Interest Council nor Laws Great JEMMY that scorns to stoop to such toys as the Noise of the Rabble or Shouting of Boys Great JEMMY the Vaâ•Œl'ant the Injur'd and Brave the Di'mond that shines in the darksomest Cave II. Crown every Glass with Lawrel and Bays Whilst we drink to his Health and sing to his Praise Then think on the Dutch what Conquests did flow From that Spring-Tide of Glories to varnish his Brow Then with one consent let 's boldly declare He 's the Soul of our Peace and the God of our War III. Let 's drink to the HERO who Scotland subdu'd And brought to Allegiance the factious Crowd Each Day may fresh Garlands his Temples adorn As bright as the Day and as fresh as the Morn That Jemmy the Valiant to Scotland's great praise May shine like the Sun in the midst of his Rays IV. Away with it then set the Bumpers about His Enemies all may He put to the rout Each snarling Phanatick may he hang down his Ears Whose Malice
AN HEROICK POEM TO HIS Royal Highness THE DUKE of YORK ON HIS RETURN FROM SCOTLAND WITH Some choice SONGS and MEDLEYES ON THE TIMES By MAT. TAUBMAN Gent. Hora. Ser. Sat. 3. Omnibus hoc Vitium est Cantoribus inter amicos Ut nunquam Inducant animum cantare Rogati Injussi nunquam Desistant LONDON Printed for John Smith in Russel-street Covent-Garden 1682 THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER Courteous Reader THe Author of these few Songs being much sollicited for Copies and not able to oblige all his Friends was prevail'd upon for the ease of both to allow them to be Printed with the Notes which all Gentlemen that are desirous may have at Mr. John Smith Bookseller his Shop in Russell-street Covent-Garden together with the Basses at reasonable Rates THE CONTENTS POem p. i. Medley on the Plot Two Changes p. 1. Medley on the Association Five Changes p. 3. Catch on the Succession p. 8. Philander p. 9. The Dissolution at Oxford p. 10. Old Jemmy p. 11. The Healths p. 12. York and Albany p. 13. The Dukes Return from Scotland p. 14. The Dukes Return after Shipwrack p. 15. Great Jemmy p. 16. A Pastoral p. 17. Ossery a Catch Ibid. The Plot Unvail'd Three Changes p. 18. TO THE DUKE UPON HIS RETURN FROM SCOTLAND STill with our sins still with our furies crost The Royal Barge is on the Billows tost We raise the Storm You must the Jonas be That must appease the raging of the Sea You Sir are both the Heav'ns and Oceans care Whose Gods in your protection claim a share Who from devouring Deeps as him before Did in your life our lives and hopes restore So the fair Light once banish'd does return When with new Brightness crown'd the Day is Born Tho all the time that disapears we might Much better say we vanisht are from Light For that still guides the Day when it is here And flies but to extend the Day elsewhere As you whom our poor Isle cannot confine More than the Sun can in one Country shine For the same cause can never Banish't be Contain'd in no one Land no more than He. Ev'n he Descending from his Shining height With us does rise in other Lands as Bright And seeming to go down to this Worlds view Retires but is not Banish't to the new So you no less than he a Star too Great To rise for ever in one place or set In Sphere too noble and of make too pure For envious Mists for ever to obscure If ought e're seem'd to intercept your Light The Clouds ne'r darken'd you but hid our sight Like Heav'ns fair Ruler of the Day as high Above all Clouds as they above our Eye Nor less than he a Royal Planet seem Born to divided Empire too like Him Your Hemispheres in which you shine have too Your Brothers antient Empire and its new The Empire of his Race which gave the Chair In which our Kings when Crown'd now seated are Ev'n so long since some promise seem'd to give That thence in time we might our Kings derive Gives us in you a sure support alone Both of the Scottish Chair and English Throne Well did the ROYAL MARTYR e're he fell To bind SUCCESSION shew his latest zeal When Kissing GLOUC'STER he forbad all Claims To CHARLES his Scepter and the Sword of JAMES Be CHARLES his Scepter ever sacred still And be the Sword of JAMES invicible May the young KING to mount my Throne prevail May th' ADMIRAL in Battel never fail Revolted Cities bend to th' PRINCES yoke While Fleets and Armies wait upon the DUKE His Lot to shine upon the Land and be The other still to Thunder on the Sea All this and more kind Heaven understood Couch't in your speechless Father's voice of Blood For Wounds have Mouths which seem to gape and cry And in the voice of Blood was Prophecy Propitious Heav'n the Martyr's Cry has heard A King 's and Martyr's Cry deserves regard Much to his Vows as the Event does show For their success the Royal Brothers owe. Our Sov'reign much for his Return must own Meeting i' th' Arms of Peace a Bloodless Crown Much you maintaining to the Sea that Right He o're the Land had gain'd without a Fight For what alas had it avail'd to boast His Scepter gain'd had yet his Flagg been lost And what a Maimed Monarch needs must be An Island King who is not Lord at Sea In his Return Heaven no hands did need Reserving that for its peculiar deed It s Act entire as seeming to declare None in the Honour of that work shou'd share That Kings may know on whom they must depend Whose Gifts are Crowns and whence they do Descend And we due Reverence to our Kings may learn Restor'd Divinely as Divinely born This Heav'n perform'd but left it to your Sword To Guard those Rights to which he was restor'd Keeping in store this Honour as your due What it began shou'd finisht be by you And teaching us where humane hands there need To what a kind of Choice it does proceed When suiting Instruments to Ends it draws The Brightest Sword still in the bravest cause Appointing and then Arming you for Fight Who to the Seas Command by Birth had Right Led by just Titles to as just a War To reap those Honours in which none cou'd share With double Courage arm'd you then did show What a Great Leader and good Cause cou'd do What the Kings just Rights cou'd at once require Or we from th' hopes of your high Birth desire When you the winged Hosts to Battel led And in your Flying Chariot 'fore them rid Bearing your Brothers Thunder by your side And waving high his Flag with lofty Pride Thus high th' Ensign of his wrong'd Pow'r to show While that his Vengeance loudly speaks below Soon as the Sov'raign of the Seas did rore Prostrate they fell who cou'd not bow before They knew his Voice and to his Flagg submit His Thunder own and him that carry'd it Tall Ships that with their Flaggs erect did ride Hide in the Seas the Trophies of their pride Low as the Deep their humble Top-sails bend And Wide as that their Ruins do extend Such was the Fight as did the World convince None but you were Born for the Crowns defence And tho' it were not your high Charge by Birth Your Merit to that place had call'd you forth While you at once deservedly Unite The greatest Merit and the Highest Right What vast unbounded hopes may we conceive Who under such a pair of Brothers live Happy beneath this fair Conjunction born Cou'd we submit to th' Throne which they adorn Where each so worthy is Great CHARLES to Reign And YORK to Triumph o're the Conquer'd Main A better KING than He no Land e're knew No Seas a braver ADMIRAL than you Medley on the PLOT DOWN down Discoâ•Œveâ•Œrers who so long have plotted with holy Shams to gull the Nation both Peers and Prelacy they useless voted by the old Babes of