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B10132 An encomiastick and congratulatory poem on the glorious and peaceable return of His Sacred Majesty King William III into England 1697 Thomas, John. 1697 (1697) Wing T965; ESTC R184981 1,694 1

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AN Encomiastick and Congratulatory Poem On the Glorious and Peaceable Return of His Sacred MAJESTY KING WILLIAM III. Into ENGLAND 1697. I Sing not Hannibal's nor Caesar's Fate Nor do I Brave Adolphus Celebrate Full of Extatic Valour out of Breath That Nobly Conquering Ttiumph'd after Death But that great Hero who surpasses far Him who was styl'd the Thunder-bolt of War Recovering drooping Europe makes War ceas Healing its Bloody Wounds with Balms of Peace The Glittering Macedonian Swords and Shields Struck mighty Terror thro the Persian Fields Darius t' Alexander fairly yields The Heavenly Hosts that do assist you still O may those Guardian Angels guide my Quill And clasp me with their Wings in endless Fame Great Monarch whilst I have You for my Theam Whom by Philosophy we truly call The Worlds great Genius Universal Soul Your brave Heroic Acts and Nassau's Name Are fled through th' Earth on th' airy wings of Fame Fame which altho' she dares som Kings belie Yet cares not can't bely your Majesty As far beyond Poetic Flattery For the Imperial Czar of Muscovy Pays civil Homage to your Majesty As Cheha's Queen's Ambition led her on To pay a Visit to great Solomon We almost e're You to our Rescue came To th' Roman Eagle as a Prey became Our Helpless Hopeless Forlorn Case did shew Nothing was wanting but the Murthering blow Som Men t' adore those Crocodiles were free Whose Tears were false as their Hypocrysie Astraea saw 't and Blushing vail'd her Head The Goddess sigh'd and then away she fled Upstart Aegyptian Gods like Wasps or Bees Did sting and plague us with their Prodigies When You our great Apollo would appear These Locusts fled away in less then half a Year Conscious of their own Guilt without delay Like crawling Vermines slily sneakt away As on the Womb o' th' uncreated Mass Thick Darkness sat Huddled in heaps as 't was Till Light appear'd chac'd it away to shew Nothing so Welcom as it self but You. So Heaven on us with Storms and anger frown'd And Floods of Woes our Island almost drown'd As Sinking Boats t' escape we striv'd in vain From the profound Embraces of the Main Till your Victorious Hand the Scepter bore And Great Dictator did our Peace restore And ' Stablish'd us more firmly than before Cowards do dread the Grim Pale Face of Death Who foil'd by 't are but squeezed out of Breath You took delight in Trumpet 's Martial Sounds More then the Music of the Horn and Hounds Whilst you pursu'd your Foes a nobler Chase Your Royal Soul was wing'd in Honour's Race In Onsets Ferce in your Encounters Brave Potent t' o'recome most Merciful to save You second Scanderbeg for Europe's good Fearless in many dreadful Battles stood Undaunted undismay'd You You it was Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass Made Death to Tremble made your Foes to fly Som prostrate Vassals at your Feet did ly Whilst Thousands did yield up the Ghost and dy Just Wars are made to make unjust Wars ceas King William's War was thus the means of Peace Somtimes the most ungrateful Discords throng And tune themselves into the sweetest Song So broken Bones being heal'd becom more sound And Hydra stronger from its fruitful Wound If Death be sweet by fighting for our King If to be Conquer'd be a noble Thing To Live how joyful is it Can there be A greater Honour then in Victory For in the highest Tow'ring flight of Kings Both Victory and Triumph are the Wings By which they mount to Heaven and 't is this That is their proper Apotheosis 'Twixt God and Kings this is the greatest Odds God an immortal King Kings Mortal Gods My Soul I vote unto the Deity And to your Majesty my Loyalty All Joy to Caesar Loyalists begin To play upon the Harp and Violin We rock each Steeple through the Land for now Englands a Ringing Island caus of you Loud Acclamations meet you every where Vollies of Huzza's Eccho in the Air. Hail King Triumphant Glorious Great and Good You hear the natural Music of the Wood. The Trumpets clangor and Drums loudly beat From Mars his Field the Souldiers now Retreat And Cannon's loud Report so rends the Sky That chirping Birds drop down as they do fly Which Surfeit with excess of Joy and dye So Rivers lose themselves when swoln too high And in their Union with the Ocean dye Hush'd in a blissful Peace secure we sleep Our Guardian Angels constant Watch do keep Our Ravishing Transcendent Joy does prove Our Church Below Triumphant as Above Vive le Roy Traitors to Hell are sent If their Repentance may not it prevent Let not the Feet against the Head rebel So Lucifer by Pride from Heaven fell To be a Devil in the Pit of Hell Sic Laetabundus cecinit Joh. Thomas London Printed by J. Bradford in Little Britain over against the Pump 1697.