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cause_n	call_v	good_a	sin_n	1,729	5	4.5767	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A93278	England's palladion, or, Britain's naval-glory expressed in a panegyrick, beginning with a loyal salutation of the Royal Navie : with three additional poems I. A congratulation on the late victory, &c. II. The burning island, &c. III. A præmonition to the states of Holland / by T.S. ...	Sympson, Thomas, supposed author.	1666 (1666)	Wing S3829; ESTC R43927	11,061	27

ye have done swiming with the Tench Then Royal Fleet your foes go once more face I know y' are full of Majestie and Grace And are enough undaunted motives are All needless too to stir you up to War If ye did beat 'um not enough before Ye yet may beat 'um notwithstanding more Great Armies do not every time prevail And greatest Warriers now and then may fail Neither did Alexander without doubt Return a Victor every time he fought Proceed then Loyal Souls and may ye be Blest with a final-total-Victorie God save our Sacred King and Heavens Crown His Fleet with Conquest Honour and Renown So most devoutly prays one of his Majesties most Loyal Subjects Tho. Sympson A Congratulary Poem on the Late Victory obtein'd July the 25 th 1666. WHo can be silent now 'T were e'en a Sin To see so great a work so well begin And not express a joy a joy at least That doth so pleasantly my Senses feast With Loyal Raptures Raptures that alone Might force Congratulation from a Stone Except those stupid Stones and Stocks that be Possest with a Phanatick Lethargie I cannot though no Poet chuse but write When Heaven doth so signally invite I 'm but a Stranger to Parnassus-Hill 'T is Loyalty not Wit incites my Quill This joyous News my ears delighteth too More than best Orphean harmony can do In Stones and Trees too This Intelligence Might likewise now me-thinks transport a sense Then let immortal Praise to Heaven be Return'd for this successful Victorie And happy Blessings be continued on The work that is so happily begun Let no Ingratitude of ours be A stop to further blest Prosperitie Heathens in Triumphs do examples set Who never did ungratefully forget To Sacrifice and their Thanks-giving pay Unto their Gods Why then without delay As they in theirs let us zealous be In our Christian Solemnitie Nor let us be too forward 'till We see That Heaven sends a total victorie Nor by too great a confidence omit Those Duties that are in Devotion fit Let 's mix our Prayers with Thanks-givings and We then shall fight against the Dutch on Land For Prayers are as prevalent as Arms Against an Enemy those pious Charms As soon will work their general defeat Our Service to the King 's in that as great As any thing all Ages likewise can Serve him in that too whether Child or Man Each sex may joyn too by this holy slight Ladies may in their closets for him fight Let the blasphemous Dutch cry on * An expression of late very frequently us'd amongst 'um in derision of our single strength We must To none then but to God a'mighty trust We need no other his Omnipotence Is a secure invincible defence Then let 'um proudly boast while Heaven fights For England ' gainst those Sea-Amalekites Let 'um in Words exceed while Heaven knows We by his blessings can prevail in Blows Rodomontadoes will not do the feat Performances are least when words are great Though like the * Of whom Plutarch speaks that when he had a Fall he would spring up again and with impudence affirm it was he that was the Victor Graecian Wrestler they will With impudence say they are Victors still No matter We at last shall doubtless find Their words nay actions too will be like wind Then let us Heaven's help implore and then We need not fear not fear the worst of men That is the aid the aid alone will do it The French and all the Danes are nothing to it Let us be careful then to gain the thing That doth our selvs our Country and our King So much concern when as alas the Task Is only but to have if we will ask Me-thinks a Triumph's noblest when we see It is attended with Humilitie Nor let excess now Heaven's love annoy Let moderation circumscribe our joy That so those famous Souls now on the Main May perfect Conquerors return again The BURNING-ISLAND OR The Dutch-Man's Ignis-fatuus Being a Poem on the Fiery-Conquest or unparallel'd Exploit executed by Sir Robert Holms against the Dutch wherein about 160. Ships richly laden with a considerable Town in the Isle of Schelling were burnt and totally destroyed Written Aug. the 16 th 1666. Upon the Authors first hearing of the News c. HAve ye not heard the great Intelligence Enough to ravish nay amaze one 's sense But stay Is this so great a thing I hear Real Or else doth but my flattering ear Transport my Senses only with a Vision Or feigned Dream that feeds me with derision No no 't is sacred Truth the Heavens must And will do Justice let us ne'r distrust George is so holy and his cause so fair It were a sin of weakness to despair Experience tell us that He needs must be Successful in a pious Victorie He is a Joshua that never fights Without success against * Those whom Joshua appointed General by Moses fought against of whose name any of God's or good mens Enemies may be called c. Amalekites Who by our Royal Moses once before Appointed General did then restore Israel to Peace and then did civilize All God's as well as good mens Enemies Though those * Phanaticks Amalekites rebel again In heart I fear their fancies are so vain Is our Cause just then Heaven without doubt Can give though Hogen-Mogen them a rout Our Sacred Priests too have perfum'd the Air With the sweet Incense of the Churches Prayer If good mens Pray'rs be prevalent and pure The Church is pious and devout I 'm sure If her Sons some degenerate become Prayers are us'd by all and not by some For her unworthy ones she counteth all Those Anti-Christian Anti-Praelatical Then Doubt begone Though we unworthy be Heaven may pour out liberalitie The News is now confirm'd enough the thing Is for a certain Truth brought to the King And who his Royal ears dare so surprize Were it but a fictitious surmise Thus if we thankful be for blessings past We shall have fuller blessings yet at last For the * The news was brought to Court on that Thanks-giving-day at might that was appointed to be celebrated within the City of London and the adjacent places Thanks-giving was not at an end Ere Heaven did these welcom tidings send And sable night had cancel'd not the other Ere Heaven sent occasion for another The tidings of the Evening did Crown The Solemn day with Heavenly Renown Not popular vain gloriousness and such As is the practice of the vaunting Dutch But with a mercy mercy that may well Match the dimensions of a Miracle And this indeed this New was solemn-sport To the Victorious and Royal-Court Nor was the * The day following was the News celebrated in the City of London City so ungrateful neither But that they did rejoyce two days together And the next day I cou'd not choose but write And be the Dutchmen † An Irony c. weeping Heraclite But when I