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A61352	State-poems; continued from the time of O. Cromwel, to this present year 1697. Written by the greatest wits of the age, viz. The Lord Rochester, the Lord D-t, the Lord V-n, the hon. Mr. M-ue, Sir F. S-d, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mr. Stepney, Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With several poems in praise of Oliver Cromwel, in Latin and English, by D. South, D. Locke, Sir W. G-n, D. Crew, Mr. Busby, &c. Also some miscellany poems by the same, never before printed	Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Hind and panther transvers'd to the story of the country-mouse and the city-mouse. aut; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680. aut; University of Oxford.	1697 (1697)	Wing S5325A; ESTC R219192	116,138	256

Order brought H'invaded us with Force to make as free And in another's Realm could meet no Enemy Hail Great Asserter of the Greatest Cause Man's Liberty and the Almighty's Laws Heav'n greater Wonders has for Thee design'd Thou Glorious Deliv'rer of Mankind A Congratulatory Poem to the most Illustrious Queen Mary upon her Arrival in England By Thomas Shadwell MADAM IMmur'd with Rocks of Ice no Wretches left Hopeless of Life of Heat and Light bereft Under the Influence of the rugged Bear Where but one Day and Night is all the Year With ne'er so much transporting Ioy could meet The dawning Day as your Approach we greet Your Beams reviv'd us from the Belgian Shore Which now our long-lov'd Princess does restore What could make us so rich or them so poor The World nought equal to our Ioy can find But the despairing Grief you left behind We from the Mighty States have now gain'd more Than by our Aid they ever got before When the Great Vere's and Sidney's won such Fame That each of them immortaliz'd his Name Not Alva's Rage would have distress'd them so As MADAM we have done recalling You. Our ador'd Princess to Batavians lent Is home to us with mighty Int'rest sent For we with her have won the Great Nassau Whose Sword shall keep the Papal World in awe She comes she comes the Fair the Good the Wise With loudest Acclamations rend the Skies Rock all the Steeples kindle ev'ry Street Thunder ye Cannons from each Fort and Fleet. To all the neighb'ring Lands sound out your Ioys And let France shake at the Triumphant Noise Bless'd be the rising Waves the murm'ring Gales Sustain'd the Mighty Cargo swell'd the Sayls Bless'd be the Vessel as that was which bore The Sacred Remnant when there was no Shore Not the returning Dove they welcom'd so As we our MARY who brings Olive too That only promis'd safety to their Lives This our lost Peace and Liberty revives Bless'd bless'd be his Invasion which made way For this most happy and Illustrious Day So brave an Action so Renown'd a Name Was ne'er yet written in the Book of Fame Let Parasites call Princes Wise and Brave Who bear inglorious Arms but to inslave Our Prince will break those Chains wherewith they bind 'T is his true Glory to enlarge Mankind In any Land You would Dominion gain And MADAM in each Commonwealth would Reign Where'er your God-like PRINCE from us should go They would like us submit without a Blow In his short Sway more Wisdom He has shown Than here before in Ages has been known The Name of KING adds nothing to his Fame But his great Virtues dignify that Name What Land can boast of such a matchless Pair Like Him so wise so brave like You so wise so fair Where'er so many sacred Virtues join They to a Scepter shew a Right Divine Who are approv'd so Valiant Wise and Iust Have the best Titles to the highest Trust Though from the Loins of greatest Kings deriv'd That Title 's not so strong nor so long-liv'd For Princes more of solid Glory gain Who are thought fit than who are born to Reign The OBSERVATOR Or the History of Hodge as reported by some From his siding with Noll and scribling for Rome STand forth thou grand Impostor of our time The Nation 's Scandal Punishment and Crime Unjust Usurper of ill-gotten Praise Unmatch'd by all but thy lewd Brother Bays How well have you your sev'ral Gallants chose Damnably to plague the World in Verse and Prose Like two Twin Comets when you do appear We justly may suspect some danger near He lately did under Correction pass Honour'd by that great Hand that gave the Lash A doom too glorious for that cursed Head And unproportion'd to the Life he lead But you are to a viler Fate design'd To suffer by a vulgar hand like mine We 'll tear your Vizard and unmask your Shame And at each Corner Gibbet up your Name Expose you to the Scorn of all you meet As Dogs drag grinning Cats about the Street Under Usurping Noll you first began To rear your Head and shew your self a Man Unpitying saw the Royal Party fall And Danc'd and Fiddl'd to the Funeral Disclaim'd their Int'rest and renounc'd their Side And with the Independent straight comply'd Officious in their Service wrote for Hire A brisk Crowdero in the Factious Quire Your nimble Pen on all their Errands run The Horoscope still opens to the Sun There 't was in those unhappy Days You laid foundation for designed Praise By disrespect ignobly purchas'd shame And damn'd your Soul to scandalize your Name When Charles at length by Providence came in You fac'd about and quickly chang'd the Scene Turn'd to new Notes your mercenary Strings Began to play Divinity of Kings Your former Master straitway is forgot Stil'd Villain Rogue Thief Murderer what not Such recompence he doth deserve to have Who for his Int'rest durst employ a Knave Now 't was a time you thought to take your ease After such great Exploits perform'd as these Applauding to your self your own Deserts You strait set up for a vain Ass of Parts Resolving that the Ladies too should know What other Tricks and Gambals you could do Was there a skipping Whore about the Town Or private Baudy-house to you unknown Here for a Stallion there for a Pimp you went To do both Drudgeries alike content But ill success you had with Madam C k Whom in the Act her Husband took Strong Bastinado o're your shoulders laid Made you awhile surcease that letcherous trade Till growing old in customary Sin You with a Chaster Lady did begin Whom when you found she all Assaults refus'd And would not yield her self to be abus'd Down on your Knees you presently was laid And thus O Righteous Heaven devoutly pray'd Since you disdain the kind Request to grant Dear Madam let me lay my hand upon 't This is the Man whose whole Discourse and Tone Is Honour Justice Truth Religion Was such a Godly Rascal ever known But now reform'd by indigence of Gold Your former wanton course grew slack and cold For 't was at first indeed too hot to hold Now new expedients must employ your Brain And other Methods for advance of Gain Something contriv'd in private touch'd the State Which made you timely think of a retreat Beyond Sea then the wretched Caitiff flies A guilty Conscience has Quick-sighted Eyes When you return'd you fell to work amain And took up your old Scribling Trade again Some sorry Scandal on Fanaticks thrown And viler Canting upon Forty one You thought sufficient to oblige the Crown Then who but you the World was all your own Now for the Church of England you declare A witty Zealous Protestant appear Your secret Spies and Emissaries use To pay for false Intelligence and News When nam'd in two Diurnals you dispence Equally void of Reason Truth and Sense Guineas now from every Quarter came To pay respect to your encreasing Fame While

impallescere Chartis Auspice te vati vena secunda fluit De Jove Creta suo quicquid vel Apolline Delos Dixit Alcidi gloria si qua fuit In te mixta fluunt alios quae sparsa coronant Fixisti nutu qui tria Regna tuo In tua transmisit Neptunus Sceptra tridentem Nec minus Herculeo robore transtra quatis Consiliis mente vales moderaminis Artes Doctior aut nodos texere nemo potest Nunc pro te Camber pro te quoque litigat Anglus Ille suum jactat jactat ille suum Perge precor Regnis faustumque sit Omine tanto Crescat honos geminâ Pallade cinctus eas J. Vaughan A. M. è Coll. Iesu. Thus Translated NOW with a better Face Affairs appear And smoother Looks the cheerful Nations wear So have I seen the Sun eclips'd a while But quickly with recovering Lustre smile What thanks great Prince can our weak Muse repay For all the Blessings of this glorious day Your prudent Hand our shatter'd State repairs And bravely dares assert our lost Affairs No Change of Fortune e'er could bend your Soul No headstrong Rout your Politics controul You make the Rhine to Royal Thames be true And both the Seas and Belgic Hearts subdue Three Realms by your auspicious Stars are blest You of all Age and Sex's Hearts possest By you we safely to our Books retire Your gallant Acts the Muses Sons inspire Crete boasts of Iove her Phoebus Delos sings And great Alcides tunes the lofty Strings In you their scatter'd Glories all combine Whose Nod could make three mighty Realms resign Neptune to you his Royal Trident sends The groaning Oar your wond'rous Vigour bends None rules with greater Art nor can we find An Arm more fatal nor a larger Mind The Welch and English for your Birth contend And for that Glory both with Zeal pretend Go on the Realms with happy Omens guide VVhile Fame attends you with a swelling Tyde And they like twin Minerva's guard your side J. Vaughan A. M. è Coll. Iesu. IF Greece with so much Mirth did entertain Her Argo coming laden home again With what loud Mirth and Triumph shall we greet The wisht Approaches of our welcome Fleet When of that Prize our Ships do us possess Whereof their Fleece was but an Emblem Peace Whose welcome Voice sounds sweeter in our Ears Then the loud Musick of the warbling Spheres And ravishing more than those doth plainly show That sweetest Harmony we to Discord ow. Each Sea-man's Voice pronouncing Peace doth charm And seems a Syren's but that 't has less Harm And danger in 't and yet like theirs doth please Above all other and make us love the Seas W'have Heaven in this Peace like Souls above W'have nought to do now but admire and love Glory of War is Victory but here Both glorious be 'cause neither 's Conqueror 'T had been less Honor if it might be said They fought with those that could be conquered Our re-united Seas like Streams that grow Into one River do the smoother flow VVhere Ships no longer grapple but like those The loving Sea-men in Embraces close VVe need no Fire-ships now a nobler Flame Of Love doth us protect whereby our Name Shall shine more glorious a Flame as pure As those of Heaven and shall as long endure This shall direct our Ships and he that steers Shall not consult Heaven's Fires but those he bears In his own Breast Let Lilly threaten VVars VVhilst this Conjunction lasts we 'll fear no Stars Our Ships are now most beneficial grown Since they bring home no Spoils but what 's their own Unto these branchless Pines our forward Spring Ows better Fruit than Autumn's wont to bring VVhich give not only Gems and Indian Ore But add at once whole Nations to our store Nay if to make a VVorld's but to compose The Difference of things and make them close In mutual Amity and cause Peace to creep Out of the jarring Chaos of the Deep Our Ships do this so that whilst others take Their Course about the World ours a World make J. Locke Student of Ch. Ch. AS when two Streams divided gently glide The lofty Banks their humble Powers decide The Husbandmen divert them where they list Nor can those weaker Floods their Dams resist But if they join and to one Torrent grow Swelling they rage and no Restraint will know Over th' adjoining Fields dilate their Wings Hatching that Plenty which the Summer brings Such the Events have been and such the Fates Of our disjoin'd and re-united States Who while asunder from each other torn By cruel War became their Neighbours scorn But since that Power which now informs our Age Hath reconcil'd the Strength and quell'd the Rage Of the disturbed Sea the Fire the Wind And what is more the Tempests of our Mind Far now our Ships their Canvas Wings shall stretch And the World's wealth to richer England fetch Till greater Treasures overspread our Coast Than Tagus or Pactolus Sands can boast With this Design our busie Vessels range About to make our Isle the World's Exchange Others in Times of Brass and Iron live Nought but our Pines the Golden Age can give Which fell'd bear better Fruit than when they stood The Branching Glories of the Fruitful Wood. No foreign Navy shall impeach their Course Circling the Globe with uncontrouled Force While with the Sun they round the World their Might Becomes as Universal as his Light Making those Bounds which bind the farthest Land The Limits Cromwell of thy large Command Cromwell the Name which made a greater Noise Among his Foes than Waves or Canons Voice 'T is he that conquers when he please and he That makes Greek Fables English History Tell me Astrologers th' Event and make From this Conjunction a new Almanack Storms oft enrich the Soil and since our Peace Proceeds from War we hope for more Increase So Bones which have been broke become more sound And Hydra stronger from its fruitful Wound Than War nought could our States have closer ty'd They 're join'd by Kind who are by Blood ally'd Such our Agreement is as when one Flame Meeting another both become the same Hermophroditus so and Salmacis VVhose Bodies join'd in a perpetual Kiss VVith our two States receiv'd like Union VVent Two into the Stream return'd but One. W. Godolphin St. Ch. Ch. The End of the Poems on Oliver Cromwell and his making a Peace with the Dutch To King CHARLES the Second on his Return VErtue 's Triumphant Shrine who dost engage At once three Kingdoms in a Pilgrimage VVhich in Extatic Duty strive to come Out of themselves as well as from their Home VVhilst England grows one Camp and London is It self the Nation not Metropolis And Loyal Kent renews its Arts again Fencing her VVays with moving Groves of Men. Forgive this distant Homage which doth meet Your blest Approach on sedentary Feet And tho my Youth not patient yet to bear The weight of Arms denies me

to appear In Steel before you yet Great Sir approve My manly VVishes and more vigorous Love In whom a cold Respect were Treason to A Father's Ashes greater than to you VVhose one Ambition 't is for to be known By Daring Loyalty your Wilmot's Son Rochester Wadh. Coll. A young Gentleman desirous to be a Minister of State thus pretends to qualifie himself TO make my self for this Employment fit I 'll learn as much as ever I can get Of the Honourable Gray of Ru n's VVit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'll imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches Weal And all Disorder in Religion heal I will espouse Lord Hall x's Zeal To pay respect to sacred Revelation To scorn th' affected Wit of Prophanation And rout Impiety out of the Nation To suppress Vice and Scandal to prevent Buckingham's Life shall be my Precedent That living Model of good Government To dive into the Depth of States-mens Craft To search the Secrets of the subtlest Heart To hide my own Designs with prudent Art To make each Man my Property become To frustrate all the Plots of France or Rome None can so well instruct as my Lord Moon For moral Honesty in Deed and Word Lord W r Example will afford That and his Courage too are on record Upon the King's Voyage to Chatham to make Bulwarks against the Dutch and the Queen's Miscarriage thereupon WHen Iames our great Monarch so wise and discreet Was gone with three Barges to face the Dutch Fleet Our young Prince of Wales by Inheritance stout Was going to aid him and peep'd his Head out But seeing his Father without Ships or Men Commit the Defence of us all to a Chain Taffy was frighted and sculk'd in again Nor thought while the Dutch domineer'd in our Road It was safe to come further and venture abroad Not Walgrave or th' Epistle of Seigneur le Duke Made her Majesty sick and her Royal Womb puke But the Dutch-men picqueering at Dover and Harwich Gave the Ministers agues and the Queen a miscarriage And to see the poor King stand of Ships in such need Made the Catholicks quake and her Majesty bleed I wish the sad Accident dont spoil the young Prince Take off all his Manhood and make him a Wench But the Hero his Father no Courage did lack Who was sorry on such a pretext to come back He mark'd out his Ground and mounted a Gun And 't is thought without such a pretence he had run For his Army and Navy were said to increase As appears when we have no occasion in Peace Nay if the Dutch come we despise them so much Our Navy incognito will leave them i' th' lurch And to their eternal Disgrace we are able To beat 'em by way of a Post and a Cable Why was this Sir left out of the wise Declaration That flatter'd with hopes of more Forces the Nation 'T would have done us great Good to have said you intended The Strength of the Nation the Chain should be mended Tho we thank you for passing so kindly your word Which ne'er yet was broke that you 'd rule by the Sword A Charge to the Grand Inquest of England 1674. ROom for the Bedlam C ns Hell and Fury Room for the Gentlemen of our Grand Iury. Led by no conjuring Bayliff with white Wand But stately Mace in stalking Giant 's hand Call them o'er Cryer swear them every Man And let an Oath fetter 'em if it can The Foreman first preferr'd before the rest 'Cause he has learnt the Art of Prating best Then Howard Powell Garaway and Meers Temple and S who yet wears his Ears Candish the Fop Whorwood that Senior Soph Some fresh come on some lately taken off When these have kist the Book swear all the rest The numerous swarm of this too Grand Inquest Five hundred strong a formidable Crew Would you could say of half good Men and true Stand close together Sirs and hear your Charge In brief which Lawyers use to give at large Imprimis as to Treason let that pass Since to talk Treason boldly long since was A Priviledge of your House and shortly you Will privileg'd be to plot and act it too For Sacrilege Thefts Robberies and Rapes Murders Cheats Perjuries with such petty Scapes Of which your selves you too well guilty know Transmit these Trifles to the Courts below But if a Member chance to get a Scar For the Cause or by fortune de la Guerr You of the Inquest strictly must implore Whether the wound were given by Rogue or Whore Vote it a Breach of Privilege then pass An Act Sir Iohn's Nose is as whole as ' t was If a blunt Porter justle from the wall Or knavish Boy at Foot-ball give a fall To one O' your House let Boys and Porters be Sent to the Tower or brought upon their Knee But above all beat boldly every where For your just Rights and Privileges here Find them out all and more than ever were Search the Repositories of the Tower And your own Brains to stretch your lawless Power Ransack your Writers Selden Needham Pryn Rather than fail bring the sly Jesuit in Then swoln with Pride and Poyson suckt from these Vote your own Privilege is what you please Thus fortifi'd each Member is supreme What Court of Justice dares touch one of them The King disdains not to submit his Cause To the known Course and Tryal of the Laws Each Subject may his King with safety sue But King nor Subject can have Right from you Who are Law-givers Judge and Party too With what distemper'd Counsels are we fed When such Convulsions are on England bred The very Arse is hoisted o'er the Head Well may you sit in Love with all your hearts It is a Posture proper to those Parts Humble as Spiders while they crawl below Despis'd afraid of every Spurn and Blow Crept in your Hole once you imperious grow Spread Laws Oaths Snares for other Men to fall And you your selves may trample on them all From Privilege of Sov'reign Parliament If you have any Breath and Time unspent In the next place to Grievances proceed Such Grievances as make the Subject bleed What we nam'd last before may here stand first For of all Plagues with which this Nation 's curst The Privilege of Parliament is worst Then with full Throats and empty Brains let fly Against the Rise and Growth of Popery Power Arbitrary and the Prerogative Royal Monopolies and Imprisonments illegal Offices set to sale and scarce a Clause Well executed of the Cobweb Laws But tho corrupt enough touch not th' Arcana Of your dread Idol Law your great Diana 'T will make the Nation full of Lawyers rave With Tongue and Pen Nonsense and Noise who have By this false Oracle heap'd up more Gold Than e'er that Goddesses High-priest of old 'T would kindle amongst your selves a Civil War For those Gallants tho not the greatest are Of your whole House the loudest

Academies wou'd oppose On no pretence your Royal Cause But quit their Oaths and Founders Laws That Corporations yield their Charters And no more grudge your Soldiers Quarters That Borough-Towns would chuse such Men As you shan't need send home agen That all right Members take their stations Such as Sir R and Sir P That your new Friends stand every where Of which we recommend one pair Honest Will Pen and Harry Care Dissenters will with all their heart-a Vote for a Gospel Magna Carta Your Judges too will over-awe The poor dead letter of the Law Your High Commissioners from whom The obstinate receive their doom For trusty Catholicks make room Only one resty part o' th' Nation Wou'd bound your pow'r of dispensation For which we 'll bait the Rogues agen With second part of Hind and Pan We 'll Rhime 'em into better manners And make them low'r their Paper-Banners Nor is this all that we will do No Sir we 'll pray like Poets too May our great God Apollo bless you May Iuno help your budding issue May you attempt no enemies To skirmish with but Butterflies Nor exercise Your Martial Arms But in Mock-sieges false alarms May you have long and peaceful days And may we live to sing your Praise And after all may you inherit The over-plus of the Saints merit The LAUREAT Jack Squabb his History in little drawn Down to his Evening from his early dawn APpear thou mighty Bard to open view Which yet we must confess you need not do The labour to expose thee we may save Thou stand'st upon thy own Records a Knave Condemn'd to live in thy Apostate Rhimes The Curse of Ou ts and Scoff of Future Times Still tacking round with every turn of State Reverse to Sh ry thy cursed Fate Is always at a change to come too late To keep his Plots from Coxcombs was his Care His Policy was mask'd and thine is bare Wise Men alone cou'd guess at his Design And cou'd but guess the Thred was spun so fine But every pur-blind Fool may see through thine Had Dick still kept the Regal Diadem Thou hadst been Poet Laureat to him And long e're now in Lofty Verse proclaim'd His high Extraction among Princes Fam'd Diffus'd his Glorious Deeds from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry and where Waves can rowl Nay had our Charles by Heav'ns severe Decree Been found and Murther'd in the Royal Tree Ev'n thou hadst prais'd the Fact his Father slain Thou call'dst but gently breathing of a Vein Impious and Villanous to bless the blow That laid at once three lofty Nations low And gave the Royal Cause a fatal Overthrow What after this cou'd we expect from thee What cou'd we hope for but just what we see Scandal to all Religions New and Old Scandal to thine where Pardon 's bought and sold And Mortgag'd Happiness redeem'd for Gold Tell me for 't is a Truth you must allow Who ever chang'd more in one Moon than thou Even thy own Zimri was more stedfast known He had but one Religion or had none What Sect of Christians is 't thou hast not known And at one time or other made thy own A Bristled Baptist bred and then thy Strain Immaculate was free from sinful Stain No Songs in those blest times thou didst produce To brand and sham good Manners out of use The Ladies then had not one Bawdy Bob Nor thou the Courtly Name of Poet Squab Next thy dull Muse an Independent Jade On sacred Tyranny five Stanza's made Prais'd Noll who ev'n to both extreams did run To kill the Father and dethrone the Son When Charles came in thou didst a Convert grow More by thy Int'rest than thy Nature so Under his livening Beams thy Laurels spread He first did place that Wreath about thy Head Kindly reliev'd thy wants and gave thee Bread Here 't was thou mad'st the Bells of Fancy Chime And choak'd the Town with suffocating Rhime Till Heroes form'd by thy Creating Pen Were grown as Cheap and Dull as other Men. Flush'd with Success full Gallery and Pit Thou bravest all Mankind with want of Wit Nay in short time wer't grown so proud a Ninny As scarce t' allow that Ben himself had any But when the Men of Sense thy Error saw They check'd thy Muse and kept the Termagant in awe To Satyr next thy Talent was Addrest Fell foul on all thy Friends among the rest Those who the oft'nest did thy wants supply Abus'd Traduc'd without a reason why Nay ev'n thy Royal Patron was not spar'd But an obscene a santring Wretch declar'd Thy Loyal Libel we can still produce Beyond Example and beyond Excuse O strange return to a forgiving King But the warm'd Viper wears the greatest Sting Thy Pension lost and justly without doubt When Servants snarl we ought to kick 'em out They that disdain their Benefactors Bread No longer ought by Bounty to be fed That lost the Vizor chang'd you turn about And strait a True-blue Protestant crept out The Frier now was writ and some will say They smell a Malecontent through all the Play The Papist too was damn'd unfit for Trust Call'd Treacherous Shameless Profligate Unjust And Kingly Pow'r thought Arbitrary Lust. This lasted till thou didst thy Pension gain And that chang'd both thy Morals and thy Strain If to write Contradictions Nonsense be Who has more Nonsense in their Works than thee We 'll mention but thy Lay-mans Faith and Hind who 'd think both these such clashing do we find Cou'd be the product of one single Mind Here thou wou'dst Charitable fain appear Find'st fault that Athanasius was severe Thy Pity straight to Cruelty is rais'd And even the pious Inquisition prais'd And recommended to the present Reign O happy Countries Italy and Spain Have we not Cause in thy own Words to say Let none believe what varies every day That never was nor will be at a stay Once Heathens might be sav'd you did allow But not it seems we greater Heathens now The Loyal Church that buoys the Kingly Line Damn'd with a Breath but 't is such Breath as thine What credit to thy Party can it be T' have gain'd so lewd a Profligate as thee Stray'd from our Fold makes us but laugh not weep We have but lost what was disgrace to keep By them Mistrusted and to us a Scorn For it is Weakness at the best to turn True hadst thou left us in the former Reign T' have prov'd it was not wholly done for Gain Now the Meridian Sun is not so plain Gold is thy God for a substantial Sum Thou to the Turk wou'dst run away from Rome And sing his Holy Expedition against Christendom But to conclude blush with a lasting Red If thou' rt not mov'd with what 's already said To see thy Boars Bears Buzards Wolves and Owls And all thy other Beasts and other Fowls Routed by two poor Mice Unequal fight But easy 't is to Conquer in the Right See there a Youth a shame to thy

rest But leave Ten Thousand Curses on the Test And who do its Abolishing withstand I leave upon them an Eternal Brand. And for the Penal Laws they like so well I 'll write for their Repeal when I 'm in Hell And if Damn'd Pluto's Laws are like to these I 'll quickly sue him out a Writ of Ease I there will my Occurrence truly state Whilst some Infernal Larkin Prints the Cheat I Hell's black Tyrant will both sooth and praise And even in Sulph'rous Styx Sedition raise A new Catch in praise of the Reverend Bishops TRue Englishmen drink a good Health to the Mitre Let our Church ever Flourish tho' her Enemies Spight Her May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail And their Malice as well as their Arguments fail Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause As Stout as our Martyrs and as Just as our Laws Protestantism Reviv'd or the Persecuted Church Triumphing IN Sable Weeds I saw a Matron clad Whose Looks were grave whose Countenance was sad Pensive with care she musing sate alone Her State too too unhappy to bemoan Deep bitter pangs I saw her undergo And pay the tributary drops of woe So wept Ducalion when he saw the State And face of Nature chang'd and desolate By this dumb Elegy a while sh'exprest The gloomy sorrows of her troubl'd breast Then heaving up her head she silence broke And with a heavy sigh dejected spoke Good God! what grief surrounds my aged head What new distracting woes I daily wed Who am by spiteful Foes in triumph led They pierce my side with wound they break my rest And snatch my sucking Children from my breast My elder Sons inhumanly they treat My weaker ones they bubble with Deceit Thus they insult thus put me to disgrace And spit their frothy Venom in my face My growing sorrows to compleat the more I 'm flouted by a Babylonish Whore Put me to death they can't since Heav'n decreed I must not dye though with my Saviour bleed But humbly should in after-times succeed What most my anxious Soul tormented hath Is he that should defend betrays my Faith Thus thus abus'd I 'm to all Griefs betray'd Thus my Delights are double Sorrows made Who e're was curb'd by such a Concubine Who so perplex'd Was ever grief like mine Then she bow'd down her head and with her tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when straight appears A Comforter by pitying Heav'n sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent Who when he had respectful Homage paid In terms obliging reverently said Mother I know the cause of all thy Grief I 'm sent thy Succor and thy true Relief Thy God has heard thy Sighs thy faithful Pray'rs And graciously receiv'd thy flowing Tears I 'll wipe them off I 'll rugged Grief expel And usual Joy shall in thy Count'nance dwell I 've made thy haughty Domineerers bow And own their Lives they to my bounty owe I 've foil'd them all I have disarm'd them quite They have the power to bark but not to bite To ease your pain by th' God of Heaven I 'm sent He acts and I 'm the Honour'd Instrument Then she arose Joy smiling in her Eye And with a cheerful Voice did thus reply Thanks gracious God thanks thou Victorious Son By whom I have my wonted Glory won Rejoice my Sons and Hallelujahs sing Unto our Saviour our Triumphant King For I an Anthem will compose and then We 'll sweetly sound it to our God Amen The Council To the Tune of Iamaica I. TWO Toms and Nat In Council fat To rigg out a Thanksgiving And make a Prayer For a thing in the Air That 's neither Dead nor Living II. The Dame of East As 't is Express'd In her late quaint Epistle Did to our Eady Bequeath the Baby With Coral Bells and Whistle III. With this intent she to her sent Her Gold and Diamond Bodkin That to conceive She might have leave And is not this an odd thing IV. Then a Pot of Ale To the Prince of Wales Tho' some are of Opinion That when 't comes out A Double Clout Will cover his Dominion The Audience THE Criticks that pretend to Sense Do cavil at the Audience As if his Grace were not as good To bow to as a piece of Wood. Did not our Fathers heretofore Their sensless Deities adore Did not Old Delphos all along Vent Oracles without a Tongue And wisest Monarchs did importune From the dumb God to know their Fortune Did not the Speaking-Head of late Of matters Learnedly Debate And rendred without Tongue or Ears Wise answers to his whisp'ring Peers And shall we to a living Prince Deny the State of Audience What tho' the Bantling cannot speak Yet like the Blockhead he may squeak Give Audience by Interpreter The wisest Prince can do no more Then enter with a Prince's Banner Sir Charles after the usual manner Great Sir His Holiness from Rome Greets your high Birth The Prince cry'd Mum The Consecrated Pilch and Clout If you 'll vouchsafe to hear me out And many other Toys I 'm come To lay them to your sacred Bum. So young yet such a God-like Ray Phoebus your Dad was Priest Dad-a Great Prince I have no more to say Conducted next there comes Great Sir An Envoy from the Emperor To Gratulate your lucky Fate That gives to England's Throne new date We joy that any thing should Reign To baffle Orange and the Dane The Youth to see them thus beguil'd In token of his Favour smil'd But at the Spaniard laugh'd outright As shamm'd again in Eighty Eight Next having pass'd the inward Centry The doubtful Monsieur made his entry The King my Master Sir has sent Your Royal Birth to complement If you will make it but appear That you are England's Lawful Heir Here Lady Powis took him short Have you a King Thank Maz'rine for 't Fr. man Whoe're the Father was the Mother Was France's Q. P is Who questions t'other At this Reproof he pawn'd a Purse And parting made his Peace with Nurse The Dane the Swede with other Nations Come in with loud Congratulations Upon the Swede so fam'd for Battel He cast a frown and shook his Rattle And for the Dane who took the part Of good Prince George he let a fart This put him in a sullen fit Nurse scarce could dance him out of it When an Ambassador from Poland Knock'd at the Door and Vel● from Holland He crying suck'd and sucking cry'd When Lady Governess reply'd Peace Prince peace Prince peace pretty Prince And let the States have Audience Dutch-man From Holland I am hither sent To Challenge not to Complement Prepare with speed your Twenty Sail Your twice four thousand on the Nail Which by your Senate was enacted With Orange when your Sire contracted The Name of Holland did affright And make th'young Hero scream outright But Orange nam'd the Royal Elf The sweet sweet Babe beshit himself Tyrconnel who came o're no less Than to be made his Governess To take

her leave by luck came in She suck'd his Nose and lick'd him clean Last came the Lady H from Play Mov'd by Instinct he cry'd Mamma And posted to the Queen away An Epistle to Mr. Dryden DRyden thy Wit has Catterwaul'd too long Now Lero Lero is the only Song What Singing Dancing Interludes of late Stuff and set off our goodly Farce of State Not Albevil can turn a deep Intrigue Till first well warm'd with Bishop Talgol's Jigg W m cannot sleep or if a Nap he takes His Dream some Old Tressilian Ballad breaks But was e're seen the like in Prose or Metre To this mad Play or work of Father Petre At Court no longer Punchionello takes Each Scene Part Cue mishapen to the Mac's Such Plot and the Catastrophe is such We must be either Irish all or Dutch Our very Judges in Westminster-Hall Like their Old Roof were Irish Timber all And bless us Irish Wolves are brought to keep The Nation grown now all such silly Sheep Such errand Asses errand Cattle made Or to be yok'd or saddl'd fleec'd or flead O Martyr's Son thy Destiny is shown Such props are for a Scaffold not a Throne So Iuno in her impotence of rage By Heav'n deny'd did Hell's black Pow'rs engage Yet sped the Heroe Iove and Fate were strong Religious care He took his Gods along But hark O hark the Belgick Lyon roars And shakes afar the French and British Shoars One Brandy drinks one mad with Prophecies Lord what they tell us of some Prince from Frize Arms and the Man they sing no French finess But hearty blows and Brandenburg Address Hence Vigour and our Figure comes agen We rise and walk all true erected Men. The force of those Circaean Cups subdu'd And the wild Charms our new Armida brew'd The Witchcraft he our true Rinaldo broke And g●ubs the base pretenders to his stock But oh what Spirit of deceit afar Possess'd our Pulpits and bewitch'd the Bar What Bane what Mischief on poor Mortals shed By Vermin from the Laws corruption bred Tho to their Irish Roof no Cobwebs cleave Below what strife and endless toyls they weave Wanting brave strength to strangle men to death What Frauds they hide What Venom underneath And when some shorter course to Murder 's shown Cry O that luscious Point they gain'd the Crown Sons of the Pulpit the same measures keep And of that same stumm'd Cup have drunk as deep Agog for some odd Transubstantiate thing Chimera Reign or Metaphysick King Sublim'd to School-Divinity extreams Their Brains would crow with Patriarchal Dreams So high from solid honest Wisdom blow n They'd have some Hippo-Centaur on the Throne Not Law ordain'd but by some God appointed Not Lay-elected but by Priest anointed Away this Goblin Witchcraft Priestcraft Prince Give us a King Divine by Law and Sense Now Bar and Pulpit to Dragoons a sport Their Cause is carri'd to the last Effort Princes in more compendious method teach Force is their way let Old Apostles Preach What 's stablish'd Law where standing Armies come Or who'll talk Gospel to a Kettle-Drum When God would hear where Giants did oppress The several Nations had their Hercules So were the Horns of grizly Violence broke So people freed from triple Geryon's Yoke The various Snake in Lerna-Lough that bred That loll'd and hiss'd to Death at every head Nemaean Lion Erymanthian Boar In Bogs that wallow and on Hills that roar All by his God-like Prowess done away Their Lawless Rule and that Gigantick sway In vain whilst this high Vertue Nations sought The Nassau-House were never yet without Nor is confin'd to Provinces their care Their gen'rous labour neighb'ring Kingdoms share Here the foul Herd flee from his lifted hand That long had made a Stable of the Land The Monster of the Lough new Lerna-Plague But scarce in head the Bog-begotten Teague The ravenous Kind the Harpies sharp for prey With Birds obscene and uncouth to the day No Den no Ditch no rousting for them more Now now is come our Hercules ashore Vile Fraud dispell'd and superstitious Mists He from our Temple drives all Knaves and Priests Then warmer Wallop in due Scarlet shown To Coffee Dick bequeaths his rusty Gown Oh Dryden if this Hercules were thine How wou'd his Club and Atlas-shoulders shine How wou'dst thou all our Maids of Honour fright With naughty Tale of Fifty in a Night Howe'er no more let Xavier mar thy Pen No Miracle to forty thousand men When Law and bald Divinity begins Why then the marvel that a Poet sins The DREAM WEary'd with Bus'ness and with Cares opprest My Faculties were Doz'd and fond of rest An unusual heaviness did on me creep My Soul indulg'd it yet I could not sleep Dreams short and frightful vext me all the Night I found I was betray'd and long'd for Light The first such Wonders brought within my view And when I wak'd I almost thought them true Methought I saw great Iulius sadly lye Bleeding from all his Wounds and Brutus by The ungrateful Brutus which he doted on With Meager Cassius pleas'd with what he'ad done Crying the World and Brutus are my own I nearer drew to view the Ghastly Trunk But oh the Scene was chang'd Caesar was sunk 'T was Charles the Second which lay mangl'd there The Sacrificing Tribe too did appear Brutus and Cassius York and Petre were Charles weeping grasp'd his Brother by the hand I heard him sighing say Within my Land A faithful Pious Mother thou wilt command Who in the utmost of Extremity When all but her and much upbraided I Wou'd from the Crown have quite excluded thee Preach'd up thy forfeit Title by our Laws And in thy banishment maintain thy Cause Passive Obedience thou hast much in store But do not urge it to thy utmost pow'r Iames to preserve her most devoutly swore Charles dy'd and Iames discharg'd his Oath next hour I saw the Priests flock in the Bishops out Saw Petres cram the Wafer down his Throat Tho' dead it sav'd the Heretick no doubt I saw him poorly buri'd in the Night A wretched Train and a more wretched sight To me it seem'd a Fun'ral in Disguise For fear his Creditors shou'd his Body seize I saw him shewn for two pence in a Chest Like Monk Old Harry Mary and the rest And if the Figure answer'd its intent In ten years time 't would buy a Monument My Fancy brought me back again to Court Where only Fools Advise and Knaves Resort Our Kingdoms Curse and other Nations Sport I heard the Iesuits in a grand Cabal Resolve to Root out Heresy or fall Each his particular Opinion gave They cry'd an Opportunity we have To fetter her who kept us long her Slave Immediatly they pitch'd upon a Rule How to suppress it by a forward Fool A bawling blundering senseless Tool Whose Mouthing at White-Chappel first began Who regularly to his Greatness ran Thro' all the vile degrees of Treachery And now Usurps the Court of Equity He said If you

set to work your busy Brain Which took Fire quickly from their Train Some Wise some Valiant you remove 'Cause they your Maxims don't approve And in their stead such Creatures place Which to th'Employments bring disgrace While whatsoe're you do I own And still the dirt on me is thrown Straight new Chimera's fill your Brain The humming Beetles buz again A Goal-Delivery now must be All tender Consciences set free Not out of Zeal but pure Design To make Dissenters with us join To pull down Test and Penal Laws The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause The sly Dissenters laugh the while They see where lurks the Serpent's guile And rather than with us comply Will on our Enemies rely The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause We did confine though 'gainst the Laws But soon was glad to set 'em free Fearing the giddy Mobile Now all is turning upside-down Loud Murmurings in every Town We 've Foes abroad and Foes at home Armies and Fleets against us come The Protestants do laugh the while And the Dissenters sneer and smile But no assistance either sends They 're neither Enemies nor Friends Now pray conclude what must be done Consult your Oracle of ROME For next fair Wind be sure they come On the University of Cambridge's burning the D. of Monmouth's Picture 1685. who was formerly their Chancellor In Answer to this question In turba semper sequitur fortunam odit damnatos By Mr. Stepney YES fickle Cambridge Perkins found this true Both from your Rabble and your Doctors too With what applause you once receiv'd his Grace And begg'd a Copy of his Godlike Face But when the sage Vice-Chancellor was sure The Original in Limbo lay secure As greasy as himself he sends a Lictor To vent his Loyal Malice on the Picture The Beadle's Wife endeavours all she can To save the Image of the tall young man Which she so oft when pregnant did embrace That with strong thoughts she might improve her race But all in vain since the wise House conspire To damn the Canvas Traytor to the Fire Lest it like Bones of Scanderbeg incite Scythemen next Harvest to renew the fight Then in comes Mayor Eagle and does gravely alledge He 'll subscribe if he can for a bundle of Sedge But the man of Clareball that proffer refuses ' Snigs he 'll be beholden to none but the Muses And orders Ten Porters to bring the dull Reams On the Death of Good Charles and Crowning of Iames And swears he will borrow of the Provost more stuff On the Marriage of Ann if that ben't enough The Heads lest he get all the profit to himself Too greedy of honour too lavish of pelf This motion deny and Vote that Ti●e Tillet Should gather from each noble Doctor a Billet The Kindness was common and so they 'd return it The Gift was to all all therefore would burn it Thus joining their Stocks for a Bonfire together As they club for a Cheese in the Parish of Chedder Confusedly crowd on the Sophs and the Doctors The Hangman the Townsmen their Wives and the Proctors While the Troops from each part of the Countries in all Come to quaff his Confusion in Bumpers of stale But Rosalin never unkind to a Duke Does by her absence their folly rebuke The tender Creature could not see his fate With whom she had danc'd a Minuet so late The Heads who never could hope for such frames Out of envy condemn'd Sixscore pounds to the flames Then his Air was too proud and his Features amiss As if being a Traytor had alter'd his Phiz So the Rabble of Rome whose favour ne're settles Melt down their Sejanus to Pots and Brass Kettles Nulla manere diu neque vivere carminant possum que scribuntur aque notoribus By Mr. Ayloffe T. C. C. HE that first said it knew the worth of Wit Lov'd well his Glass and as he drank he Writ Vast was his Soul and sparkling was the Wine Which strangely did inspire each mighty Line The wat'ry Springs of Helicon are Theams Fit for dull Freshmen and dull Doctors Dreams Not Flood of Cam or Well of Aristotle Yield half the pleasure of the charming Bottle Poor Scriblers then that bread and water use The slender diet of a Bridewel muse As easily may Water Poets make As Coffee Politicians does create The Two Grand Whigs of Poetry and State When Booths on Thames were built and Oxen roasted Poets the strength of waters might have boasted And might have made their frozen Verse to pass As well as he that put out Ice for Glass Though our good Proctor otherwise does think Our Mother Cambridge kindly bids us drink She holds the Candle and the sacred Cup And as the one wasteth cries Drink t'other up 'T was drinking got our Ancestors Renown And Claret first that di'd the Scarlet Gown As well may Dutchmen without Brandy sight As English Poets without Claret write Not moderate Learning nor immoderate Fees Are of themselves sufficient for Degrees Wine and the Supper must the Act compleat And he does best dispute who best does treat 'T is Carnival and we 'll the time enjoy This day and next while Wine and wit run high And the forty days Preachers in vain may bid the Court repent But Poets sure did never write in Lent Now in the name of Dulness and small-Beer Ye Northern Wits of fam'd St. Iohns appear That scarce taste Wine or Wit throughout the Year Had she who by the pow'rful Charms of Wine Transform'd Ulysses men to Gruntling Swine Had she and you the Experiment try'd again By contrary effects ye had Poets been Next the pert Fops by Title dignifi'd Wise to themselves and Fools to all beside Whom Company nor Drinking can refine Blockish and dull beyond the pow'r of Wine Who after the first Bottle still the same Can never higher rise than Anagram Or at most quibble on their Dowdy's name When Whig Religious Trimmer Loyal turns When Cambridge Wives and Barnwel Whores turn Nuns When Curate's Rich and the fat Doctor 's poor When Scholars tick and Townsmen cheat no more When am'rous Fops leave hunting handsom Faces When craving Beadle begs no more for Places Hopkins and Sternold with their paltry Rhimes Shall please us now and take with future Times And Water-drinkers then shall famous grow Seile the Poet to my Lord-Mayor's Show Shall Dryden Cowley and our Duke outgo To Mr. Fleetwood Shepherd By Mr. P r. WHen Crowding Folks with strange ill Faces Were making Legs and begging Places And some with Patents some with Merit Tired out my good Lord D t 's Spirit Sneaking I stood among the Crew Desiring much to Speak with You. I waited while the Clock struck Thrice And Footman brought out fifty Lies Till Patience vext and Legs grown weary I thought it was in vain to tarry But did Opine it might be better By Penny-post to send a Letter Now if you miss of this Epistle I 'm balkt again and may go Whistle My business

five this Morn when Phoebus rais'd his head From Thetis Lap I rais'd my self from Bed And mounting Steed I trotted to the Waters The Rendevouze of Fools Buffons and Praters Cuckolds Whores Citizens their Wives and Daughters My squemish Stomach I with Wine had brib'd To undertake the Dose it was prescrib'd But turning Head a cursed suddain Crew That innocent Provision overthrew And without drinking made me Purge and Spew From Coach and Six a Thing unwealdy roll'd Whom lumber Cart more decently would hold As wise as Calf it look'd as big as Bully But handled prov'd a meer Sir Nicholas Cully A Bawling Fop a Natural Nokes and yet He dar'd to Censure to be thought a Wit To make him more Ridiculous in spight Nature contriv'd the Fool should be a Knight How wise is Nature when she does dispence A large Estate to cover want of Sence The Man's a Fool 't is true but that 's no matter For He 's a mighty Wit with those that flatter But a poor Blockhead is a wretched Creature Tho' he alone was dismal sight enough His Train contributed to set him off All of his Shape all of the self-same Stuff No Spleen or Malice need on them be thrown Nature has done the business of Lampoon And in their Looks their Characters are shown Endeavouring this irksome sight to baulk And a more irksome noise their silly talk I silently shrunk down to 'th lower Walk But often when we would Charibdis shun Down upon Scylla 't is our fate to run For here it was my cursed luck to find As great a Fop tho' of another kind A tall stiff Fool that walk'd in spanish guise The Buckram Puppet never stir'd his Eyes But grave as Owlet look'd as Woodcock wise He scorns the empty talk of this mad Age And speaks all Proverbs Sentences adage Can with as great solemnity buy Eggs As a Cabal can talk of their Intrigues Master o' th' Ceremonies yet can dispence With the formality of talking sence From hence unto the upper end I ran Where a new Scene of Foppery began A tribe of Curates Priests Canonical Elves Were company for none besides themselves They got together each his Distemper told Scurvy Stone Strangury and some were bold To charge the Spleen to be their Misery And on that wise Disease bring Infamy But none there were so modest to complain Of want of Learning Honesty or Brain The general Diseases of that Train These call themselves Ambassadors of Heaven Saucily pretending a Commission given But should an Indian King whose small Command Seldom extends t'above ten miles of Land Send forth such wretched Fools on an Embassage He 'd find but small effect from such a Message Listning I found the Cobb of all the Rabble Was pert Bayes with Importance comfortable He being rais'd to an Arch-deaconry By trampling on Religious Liberty Was grown so fat and look'd so big and jolly Not being disturb'd with care and melancholly Tho' Marvel has enough expos'd his folly He drank to carry of some old Remains His lazy dull Distemper left in 's Veins Let him drink on but 't is not a whole Flood Can give sufficient sweetness to his Blood Or make his Nature or his Manners good Next after these a fulsom Irish Crew Of silly Macks were offered to my view The Things did talk but hearing what they said I hid my self the kindness to evade Nature has plac'd these Wretches below scorn They can't be call'd so vile as they were born Amidst the crow'd next I my self convey'd For now there comes White-Wash and Paint being laid Mother and Daughter Mistress and the Maid And Squire with Wig and Pantaloons display'd But ne're could Conventicle Play or Fair For a true Medly with this Herd compare Here Lords Knights Squires Ladies and Countesses Chandlers Mum Bacon Women and Sempstresses Were mix'd together nor did they agree More in their Humours than their Quality Here waiting for Gallant young Damsel stood Leaning on Cane and Muffled up in Hood The would be wit whose business 't was to woo With Hat remov'd and solemn scrape of Shooe Bowing advanced then he gently shrugs And ruffled Foretop he in order tugs And thus accosts her Madam methinks the Weather Is grown much more serene since you came hither You influence the Heavens and should the Sun Withdraw himself to see his Rays out-done Your Luminaries would supply the Morn And make a Day before the Day be born With Mouth screw'd up and awkward winking Eyes And breast thrust forward Lord Sir she replies It is your goodness and not my deserts Which makes you shew your Learning Wit and Parts He puzzled bites his Nails both to display The Sparkling Ring and think what 's next to say And thus breaks out a fresh Madam I gad Your Luck last Night at Cards was mighty bad At Cribbidge Fifty nine and the next shew To make your Game and yet to want those Two G d me Madam I 'm the Son of a Whore If in my Life I saw the like before To Pedler's Hall he drags her soon and says The same dull stuff a thousand different ways And then more smartly to expound the Riddle Of all his Prattle gives her a Scotch Fiddle Quite tir'd with this most dismal stuff I ran Where were two Wives and Girl just fit for Man Short was her Breath Looks pale and Visage wan Some Curtisy's past and the old Compliment Of being glad to see each other spent With Hand in Hand they lovingly did walk And one began thus to renew the Talk I pray good Madam if it may be thought No Rudeness what cause was 't hither brought Your Ladiship She soon replying smil'd We have a good Estate but ne're a Child And I 'm inform'd these Wells will make a barren Woman as fruitful as a Cony-Warren The first return'd for this Cause I am come For I can have no Quietness at Home My Husband grumbles tho' we 've gotten one This poor young Girl and mutters for a Son And this disturb'd with Head ach Pangs and Throws Is full Sixteen and yet had never Those She answer'd strait get her a Husband Madam I Married at that Age and never had 'em Was just like her Steel Waters let alone A Back of Steel will bring them better down And ten to one but they themselves will try The same way to encrease their Family Poor silly Fribble who by Subtilty Of Midwife truest Friend to Letchery Perswaded ar't to be at Pains and Charge To give thy Wife occasion to enlarge Thy silly Head Some here Walk Cuff and Kick With brawny Back and Legs and potent Who more substantially will cure thy Wife And to her half Dead-Womb restore new Life From these the Waters got their Reputation Of good Assistance unto Generation Some warlike Men were now got to the Throng With Hair ty'd back singing a bawdy Song Not much afraid I got a nearer View And 't was my Chance to know the dreadful Crew They were

cries the vain Prodigal Mad till 't is gone and when he has spent all The beggar'd Fool calls himself Liberal Now weigh them both and tell me if you can Which of the two seems the most prudent Man The Gamester swears both shou'd in Bethlem be That Fortune-monger maddest of the three Whose Life whose Soul whose very Heav'n is Play At which the Bubble throws them all away Who every moment waits his Destiny From the uncertain running of a Die And if he chance to lose then how he stares Then how the Fury with his bristled Hairs Curses his Fate Earth Hell and Heaven defies And with Oaths heap'd on Oaths he storms the Skies I could name thousands more but to draw all The Shapes of this false Reasoning Animal Wou'd be as hard as to count all that die Each Spring and Fall by Low'r and Mercury Or say how oft th' impatient Heir to have The Old Man's Wealth has wisht him in his Grave A Drudgery so great my Pen declines Content to sum up all in these four Lines Greece boasts seven Sages but the Story lies For the whole World ne'r saw one truly Wise All Men are Mad and the sole Difference Lies in the More or the Less want of Sense A Congratulatory Poem on his Highness the Prince of Orange his coming into England Written by Mr. Thomas Shadwell OUR Glorious Realm o're all the Earth Renown'd Once with the Noblest Government was Crown'd By which all Foreign Tyrannies were aw'd Easie we were at home and Terrible abroad All our wise Laws of Empire were design'd Not for the Lust of one but good of all Mankind The great Prerogative was understood A vast unbounded pow'r of doing good From doing ill by Laws it was confin'd If Sanctions Pacts or Oaths could Princes bind By Ancient Usages and Laws they sway'd Which both were by the choice of Subjects made Old Customs grew to Laws by long Consent And to each Written Law of Parliament Freedom in Boroughs and in Land Freehold Gave all who had them Voices uncontroul'd But few new Rights were by new Laws obtain'd Only some ravish'd Liberties regain'd Who had no Voices yet alike were bound By the Protection which from Laws they found For every one in those had equal right And no great Man could injure or affright Where Subjects in the Laws can claim no share 'Twixt them and Cattle no distinctions are This was the Constitution of our State And true Religion flourish'd in its height From lying Legends false Traditions free From Monkish Ignorance Schoolmens Frippery From Idols and from Papal Tyranny Their building made of Stubble and of Hay Was by our Wise Reformers swept away Thus we enjoy'd a happy Union Under the great Eliza perfect grown Hers and the Peoples Int'rests were thought one She and the Realm with mutual kindness strove Great its Obedience and as great her Love Long might such happiness have been enjoy'd Had it not been b' Ambitious Priests destroy'd Those haughty Priests cou'd not contented be With what remain'd from Popish Dignity But would their Hierarchy have greater made With cast-off Rights the Laity they invade And call in Ius Divinum to their aid With that invisible Commission arm'd Our Kings with Sov'raign and Inherent charm'd With Sacred Person Power without a Bound Prerogative unlimited no ground Whereof is in our Constitution found Thus they by Ecclesiastick Flattery Turn'd Kings to Tyrants and to Slaves the free These Furious Fools yet Wise Divines contemn'd And their rash Doctrines privately condemn'd None dare in publick say they were unsound But Fines and Pillories and Brands were found For now Commission'd from above the Sky Kings soon were deem'd for Laws and Oaths too high Hotly 't was taught they were not bound by Oaths Because no Pow'r above them to impose 'T was now no Kingly Office nor a Trust No Laws to Rule by but their Sov'raign Lust And all the Land for their Estate they own'd The Subjects were their Stock upon the Ground At length to rivet on the Chains we wore Leud Knaves in Quoifs yield the Dispensing Power Which never Tyrant here had claim'd before The Scandals of the Bar must now be found To give the Government this mortal wound Which at one blow took all its strength away And down in pieces dash'd the Noble Structure lay Ruin and Rubbish cover'd all the Ground And no Remains were of the Building found Monsters of Roman and Hybernian Race With Phangs and Claws infect the wasted place With one of British kind who swallow'd more Than any other Bloody Beast of Pow'r Fiercely he goggl'd his Jaws open'd wide Louder he roar'd than all the Beasts beside Some like Iaccals before him prey'd for Blood And to his Rav'nous Maw brought all they cou'd Against the Rapine of these Beasts of Prey First London's Noble Prelate stood at Bay One fit t' atone for all the Clergy's Blots For three vile English Bishops and twelve Scots Then Valiant Fairfax and brave Hough made head But by these Monsters were discomfited And now the trembling Church began to reel And the effects of Non-resistance feel Where Ius Divinum was not on their side They strove to stop the firce impetuous Tyde Seven Suffering Heroes gave it such a shock It seem'd to dash its Surges on a Rock But Showr's of Locusts came with thickest Fogs From Tyber's Marshes and from Shanon's Bogs Vast clouds of Vermin hasten to their aid And intercepting light thick darkness made All clouded was our Sullen Hemisphere But Lo the Glorious Orange does appear And by his Universal Influence Does to our Drooping Land new Life dispence His heat ferments that Lump was dead before Which now in every part exerts its Pow'r To purge its self that it may clean become The Fermentation soon throws off the Scum And ev'ry part does tow'rds Perfection move Tow'rds Strength and Soundness Harmony and Love When Earth oppress'd with darkness over-spread From filthy Boggy Exhalations bred The Sun with noiseless Marches of his light Discusses Vapours and dispels the Night With equal silence in his glorious Race Our noysome Fogs does the Brave Orange chase Does all the Pow'rs of Darkness put to flight And the Infernal Ministers of Night The Guilty Spirits shun th' approach of light When undistinguish'd in the mighty Mass And in Stagnation Universal Matter was Huddled in heaps the diff'ring Atoms lay Quiet and had no Laws of Motion to obey Th' Eternal Mover threw the Ferment in The solid Atoms did their Course begin The quickning Mass moves now in ev'ry part And does its Plastick Faculties exert The jarring Atoms move into a peace And all Confusion and Disorders cease The ugly undigested Lump became The perfect glorious and well-order'd Frame Let there be Light th' Almighty fiat run No sooner 't was pronounc'd but it was done Inspir'd by Heav'n thus the great Orange said Let there be Liberty and was obey'd Vast Wonders Heav'ns great Minister has wrought From our dark Chaos beaut'ous