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A poem upon the conclusion of the peace of Europe, and His Majesty's happy return by Haestrect James ...
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James, Haestrect.
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Words beneath his Fame Grumblers will own it adds unto your Pride To gain the Power of France unto your side That Darling Succourer of Kings Distrest As Great as Wise he knew which Cause was best And turn'd a certain Title to a Jest Towns got by former Arts he will restore And plights his Faith to do such things no more He He who made the trembling World to start Takes the same Int'rest is one Voice one Heart Justice requires that we should Reason do Boast of Respect which distant Monarchs show Monarchs with Empires vast as is the Mind Court his high Favour tempt him to be Kind Proffer their Country's Wealth and Trade for Ours These are the Blessings Peace upon Us show'rs The sweet Effects of this we daily reap Our Trade we follow and our Flocks we keep No Dread of Evening Wolves or Midnight Cries That Foes are near and would our Folds surprize Whilst we remain the Sovereign of the Seas None sure will rudely covet to displease For when our Safety on our Strength depends Reason suggests that all of Course are Friends On then Great PRINCE and with that Mildness Rule As does best suit the Greatness of your Soul Instead of Storming Towns take Hearts by Storm And in each Breast of Worth an Empire form Teach us to value what the World admires Teach Virtue such as noble Breasts inspires Greatness and Goodness when they stand ally'd In Justice will the Helm of Empire guide All disagreeing Parties will unite And for your Safety bravely Draw and Fight For you have gain'd a Conquest on each Heart Cowards will strive to act the Hero's Part Will court Occasion to express their Zeal In Aiding of a Prince they love so well But if it Fate That some his Generosity abuse And his mild Conduct basely do misuse Let them the Torture of Malignants bear And let their Heads be fill'd with carping Care The melancholy Night tho' it be long Ushers a Day and Malice that is strong May by kind Usage be to Friendship bent Or come what will yet it was bravely meant Offers to Love do Satisfaction bring And turn still to the Glory of a King If ever Clemency was deem'd a Crime For want of other Faults lay that on him But if to Fight where Tyrants do molest And to Relieve whole Kingdoms when Opprest Does merit Fame then here 's a Man indeed Others may imitate but None exceed May your Great Name increase still with your Years As your high Merit dissipates our Fears May all those Joys on happy Monarchs wait Attend to Crown the Glory of your State Henceforth let none the Name of Party know Let each forget he ever had a Foe Once to mistake's an Error of the Mind You meet a Prince that is as Just as Kind One that delights Himself in doing Good Grieves for your Sake he ever was withstood So well he Merits what he did obtain His Foes abroad confess Him fit to Reign All Europe owns that amply we are Blest And when they talk of Monarchs think Him Best We who now reap the Benefit of Law In a Great Prince who does Protect not Awe Ought to our Benefactor to be just And without Cause not meanly to mistrust And if that Rule does now for Standard hold Which Solomon observ'd to be of old That there was Time to Dance and Time to Sing Sure the Time 's proper now to Praise the King T' Admire those Wonders which his Arms have wrought Wonders indeed Which are beyond our Thought That he could make the Gallick Force to bend And the Grand Lewis sign himself his Friend So Great a Prince might our old Laureat raise To celebrate so Brave a Monarch's Praise He who so long so well the Stage supply'd Might with his fierce Almanzor change his side For as himself observes There 's no Pretension Pro. to Seb. To argue Loss of Wit from Loss of Pension Now with such great Advantage draw thy Pen Retrieve that Honour which you 've lost again Why should a stubborn Harshness drown thy Voice Break Silence when you find the World rejoyce Your Friends you 'll please at this Conversion wrought And own Delay in you had been a Fault Write in the lofty Strain of Absolon And in those Numbers you make Virgil run Then will his Actions blossom in the Dust And to your Country's Honour prove you Just From hence all Enmity will dye and cease And Amity succeed the Joys of Peace Snarling Brown's Satyr will to Flames submit And Railing pass no more for Standard-wit No Guild-hall Faction to molest the State All envious Fops will find no Cause to Hate No Wagers laid to ruin half the State All of one Mind our Country's good Advance And leave Succession unto TIME and CHANCE FINIS
A POEM UPON THE CONCLUSION OF THE PEACE of EUROPE AND His MAJESTY's Happy Return By HAESTRECT JAMES Gent. Nunquam sera est ad bonos more 's 〈◊〉 LONDON Printed by W. Onley and are to be Sold by E. Whitlock in Amen-corner near Stationers-hall MDCXCVIII A POEM UPON THE CONCLUSION OF THE PEACE of EUROPE WHEN Great Augustus the World's Empire sway'd Prompted by Duty all Mankind obey'd Happy thirce Happy They no Grumbler knew But each paid Caesar what was Caesar's Due Each dwelt contented under his own Vine Free from the Danger of a base Designe No bold Assassines Monarchy to Curb Poyson nor Dagger did Mankind distrub All kept the Laws each to his City went When noble Caesar for his Tribute sent After each other chearfully they prest And prov'd that they deserv'd to be at Rest Peace was a Blessing which they rarely knew Nor did they grudge the Paying for it too Not a mean Soul wou'd from their Taxing run Or cry'd That in their Wealth they were undone Peace made Arts flourish then young Ovid writ And Charm'd fair Julia with his sprightly Wit The Mantuan Poet then was in Esteem And Caesar's Bounty spoke a Worth in him Then for Reward was only to be Brave And none contriv'd their Country to Enslave Fresh Dawnings of those happy Days appear And Janus closes up this peaceful Year Nassaw the Brave proclaims it shall be Peace And the Grand Lewis may his Boasting cease Welcome Great WILLIAM from the Belgick Shore Stay ever here and trust the Seas no more Trust not to Seas nor to the faithless Wind But trust to faithful Subjects that are kind Assume that Power which you so justly Claim Forgive your Foes and let them blush for Shame To have you Govern now must be their Pride And close such Breaches Folly once made wide Now Hand in Hand each will salute his Friend And only in the Loyal Part contend In the same Interest of one Monarch hold Like the two Famous Tribes we read of old Could I here sing those Wonders have been wrought With the same Glory which our Hero fought Could I describe those Dangers he has run With that Applause in which the Deed was done With all the Circumstance of Time and Place Which did the Mighty Hero's Triumph Grace Then would my Pen immortal be in Fame Like His who did the Trojan War proclaim Those Graecian Cheifs who got themselves Renown In Ten Years storming of one single Town Hybernia by thy Arms was quickly won Scomberg fought well but fail'd of that Success Which did the Arms of Mighty Nassaw Bless And whilst the rapid Boyne retains a Force To Actions past Historians have Recourse Will to succeeding Ages tell thy Praise And in Eternal Glory Triumphs raise The Bullet at the Boyne with gentle Touch Convinc'd the World your Danger could Approach Made your Friends dread your Bravery and Skill Forc'd Foes to vouch You Great against their Will While London-derry stands her Walls will be An Instance of Religious Piety Who in a brave Resistance still were True And had the Mighty Nassaw's Soul in View With that all Opposition was in vain They reap the Profit of Your happy Reign Athlone will in Fame's Annals find a Place Whilst Time remains or Valour is a Grace Posterity which is as yet unborn Will with a Noble Emulation scorn To be Out-brav'd by that which here was done And when they talk of Storming of a Town Will cry The fiercest Storming was Athlone Honour'd by Him who does your Title bear Who of Hibernia's Fate took special Care To stately Lymeric we next advance With Ramparts which defy'd the Power of Chance Led by His Arms on whom Success doth wait Least by Delay they meet a Storming Fate Gladly receive the Victor at her Gate The Gallick Power in Modesty retire And with a secret Blush his Worth admire A Theme so vast might to a Volume swell Here I might sing of Cork where Grafton fell That Noble Youth who made his Valour known Who spoke the Royal Father in a Son By a too early Fate here bravely dy'd The Seaman's Darling and his Country's Pride Born to relieve and succour the Distrest And in Fame's Volume plac'd among the Best Of Galloway and Towns of lesser Name I cannot Treat tho' they all merit Fame But to new Matters must withdraw my Pen To Treat of Countries on the distant Main The Battle of Seneff so early Fought So full of Glory cannot be forgot No nor yet Mons whose lofty Turrets stand To Justifie the Prowess of your Hand Aeth Charleroy the Monarchy of Spain Are well secur'd whilst here in Peace you Reign Mean Profit was the least of all your Care Your's was the Honour They your Bounty share 'T is this makes distant Countries sound your Fame And court the Place from whence such Glory came Were the Place doubtful whence you first took Birth Each Nation would contend for so much Earth Not to sev'n Cities would themselves confine In this each to Ambition would incline Is the Place Happy then where you was Born More Happy Albion you her Crown adorn In Justice sway the Scepter in your Hand With Peace bring Plenty to this fruitful Land Make Commerce free our former Trade restore Like the last Teudor who such Honour bore And Rul'd no Monarch Rul'd so well before She made Aspiring Spain with Shame confess Their Strength was more but yet their Courage less And whilst the Fort of Tilbury shall last Succeeding Times will tell what here has past She liv'd to see the Potent Spaniard Rage And dy'd the Glory of the latter Age. GREAT SIR With Fam'd Eliza's Sceptre in your Hand Your Foes you quell and all your Friends command A Sceptre made the * Sextus Quintus Roman Pontiff know That She cou'd consecrated Fleets o'rethrow Now as the last revolving Year is spent And Peace brought home which gives Mankind Content So in the Croud of those that do Address Pardon my Zeal let Me my Joy express Duty commands nor Inclination less But who can Trophies to such Honour Raise Where Merit is above the Power to Praise Who of Namure in lofty Strains can sing In Strains like Homer with his Thoughts on Wing Can e'ry Action of his Soul employ Like Him who sweetly sung the Siege of Troy He with Advantage to that glorious Deed May in due Numbers write and may succeed Pourtray the Merit of that glorious Day In which France gaz'd to see our Cannon Play To See! And only See! Whilst looking on The daring Villeroy with French Battoon Retires in Rage and quits the stately Town Steenkirk would be a Subject fit to write For him who draws his Pen as you can fight Yet since Old Bards will silent be in spight To have new Starters Shipwrack when they write May they pursue their Obstinacy still And when they next would write want Power not Will Whilst I the Mighty Nassaw's Worth proclaim With Zeal but yet in