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A63335 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 ... Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690? 1682 (1682) Wing T239; ESTC R14183 8,806 54

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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 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