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A congratulatory poem to the right honourable the Earl of Albemarle, captain of His Majesty's first troop of guards by E. Settle.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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1699
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Wing S2674; ESTC R42476
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A Congratulatory POEM To the Right Honourable the Earl of ALBEMARLE Captain of His Majesty's First Troop of Guards By E. SETTLE Praemia Virtutis dat Gloria LONDON Printed in the Year 1699. A Congratulatory POEM HAil CAESAR's Dear Hephestion Hail to all Those Golden Show'rs that on Crown'd VIRTUE fall Hail to those HONOVRS Fate does here dispense The Grati'tude of Endebted Providence True MERIT to the Royal Smiles of Kings No empty no precarious Title brings HE holds by Claim and Right His equal Due The Smiles of HEAV'N and Heav'n's Vicegerent too What tho NASSAU War's finisht Circle run By that Great Arm the Work of Fate has done Patron of EMPIRES Europe's Guardian Lord To the tir'd Vniverse has Rest restor'd Given the World Peace whilst now no longer spread The Branching Laurels for the Conqu'rors Head Shall the Great ALBEMARLE less Glorious shine Because Bellona with a Beam Divine Does now no more His Radiant Temples twine No tho His Martial Eagles towr no more Such GLORY shall even teach his Doves to soar His Post of Honour with that Grandeur fill'd His very Olive-Wreaths His Brow shall gild Peace and Inglorious Ease perhaps may shade Ignobler Worth and poorer Brightness fade Your Lustre a more Lasting Shine must hold 'T is Brass that cankers there 's no Rust in Gold Hold then the Albion Thunder in that Hand Beneath the JOVE let the Young MARS command To peaceful Fields lead forth His glittering Arms With all that Port and all those Graceful Charms And if again some Foreign Cloud once more Shall ruffle to new Storms our Halcyon Shore When War the Martial Britain's well-play'd Game Shall call her Heroes to new Fields of Fame Then ALBEMARLE an Arm so Early try'd A Leading CHIEF by the Great WILLIAM's Side Shall plume in Full-blown Glory 's noblest Pride With all His Native Heat His Inborn Fire Warm'd in that Cause shall t' all those Heights aspire That fix Great Names above the Pow'r to die The HERO founds His own proud Immortality But how can my poor Muse attempt to sing The Glorious Harvest such Ripe Hopes shall bring It is enough Great ALBEMARLE all o'er He 'll be HIMSELF The World can ask no more Let not mistaken Vulgar Ignorance Blind-sighted all at ALBEMARLE's Advance To see Exalted Worth thus nobly rise Attend his Triumphs with Malignant Eyes As if these Blessings his kind Stars shour'd down From the too fond Profuseness of a Crown No the Great CAESAR that deckt Brow to raise First pois'd the Scales before he wove the Bays His Smiles to ALBEMARLE not Gives but Pays For that Rewarded Head this Chaplet found Albion's the Hand but 't was Astraea crownd Well he remembers that Rich WORTH he nurst VALOVR he cherishes but tried it first Early he led him forth to HONOVR's Race Early he shew'd him Death's and Danger 's Face All Fronted like the Eaglet to the Sun When loos'd at Blood the glorious Hunter run Thus try'd he saw Him on the Belgick Plain In all the Virtues in His Bosom reign Saw Godlike COVRAGE lead th'Angelical Train A Posting Mercury more swift ne're rod To bear the Mandates of an Angry God Wings on his Feet and Duty in his Eyes Then ALBEMARLE with WILLIAM's Vengeance flies War was His first-lov'd Mistress His first Aim Eager He push'd and Young to th'Lists He came Through His fir'd Veins did the warm Hero rise Glow'd in His Cheeks and sparkled in His Eyes Ev'n with a Strength unequal to His Will When wanting Years His Wishes to fulfil Oft would He murmur at the Lazy Sun And bid the tedious Charioteer drive on Tir'd with His Youth in Nature's Face He flew Curst her slow Architect and envious grew At that quick Blood in our first Parent ran Who at a Word created stept out MAN Let fainter Virtue from a Chiller Root Bear only a slow Later Autumn Fruit Such Riper Veins more forward Harvests bring GLORY was here the First Fruits of His Spring His Truth Trust Honour all together try'd The very Inland of His Heart descry'd He saw His Virtues whole Discover'd Mine Such fair Deserts the vast Rich Treasure shine And if the Grateful Crown in a Return To such known MERITS does that Brow adorn So near the Royal Heart the Darling Amu'let worn His own the Jewel all true sparkling Mold Kind WILLIAM only sets the JEM in Gold What though perhaps Court-spight Pride's natural Defect of Reason English Frailty all To see by the Indulgent Smiles of Pow'r From some Rich Foreign Bed some Lovely Flow'r Translated to the Royal Garden spread Its fragrant Sweets and raise its Beauteous Head Too oft with a cold Look and murm'ring Thought Views the fair Plant with blooming Glories fraught The Mounting ALBEMARLE His Rise more kind Sets forth and Leaves the Rival Crowd behind Throws out the Lagging Racers of the Chace So plumes in Fame out-strips with such a Grace That here ev'n Smiling Envy to admire Such Trophies joins the Universal Choir Without one Hissing Snake one single Sting Does pleas'd and charm'd His Io Paeans sing Nor does such Radiant Greatness only bear So fair a Light in His own Higher Sphere In the Court Galaxy that Leading Star From that Rich Soil does all that Goodness flow That as He Shines Above He Warms Below To His Command thus his Great Entry makes Whilst not so much a Martial Charge He takes But ev'n a Nursery of Arms So dear The cherisht Sons of Mars His Care so near Already has His kind Protecting Smile Fatten'd their Glebe and all enricht their Soil As if Resolv'd by such Endearing Charms Not to Lead only but Inspire their Arms Not Hands but Hearts his own So warm a Sway Like the Promethean Fire would ev'n give Souls to Clay That Animating Goodness in their Head Where shall not such Commanding HONOUR Lead Whilst this all pow'rful Influence sits above Life of their Arms shall His Great Genius move So the High Spheres their vast tuned Measures go Whilst Seasons Days and Years Dance after 'em below The Helm of Glory in such Steering Hands T is thus the Truly-Noble Chief commands He Marches his Battalions to the Field In War their Leading Fire in Peace their Shield 'T was thus of Old did the Celestial Hand Guide his Lov'd Israel to the Promis'd Land One while in a kind Cloud 's refreshing Shade He Health and Shelter ev'n in Desarts made Another did his brighter Beams display In his own Native and more Heav'nly Ray Above 'em like a Fiery Pillar rod Their Light or Vmbrage and in both a GOD. But were His Shining Trophies infinite Not their whole Blaze one Spark of Pride can light His Wreaths not Noblier won but worn as well Never such Height was so accessible Glory His Breast can Fill but never Swell No Greatness so familiar and so free No Temple to the Humblest Votary Here the Bent Knees that open Ear obtain Desert ne're Pleads nor Justice Sues in vain That Genuine Sweetness all that Smiling Air Sure the whole Graces Throne is founded There Here Muse His Praise like thy Pernassus frame On two Twin Mounts of Greatness build His Fame VIRTUES to lead a Court as well as Camp And teach 'em HONOUR of the Noblest Stamp FINIS