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A votive table, consecrated to the Church's deliverers, the present King and Queen by Edm. Arwaker ...
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Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.
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1689
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Wing A3915; ESTC R23309
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A VOTIVE TABLE CONSECRATED To the Church's DELIVERERS THE PRESENT King and Queen By EDM. ARWAKER A. M. LONDON Printed for W. Canning in the Temple-Cloysters 1689. A VOTIVE TABLE Consecrated to the Present KING and QUEEN I. AS when the welcom Dove brought to the Ark Wherein the World's Abridgement did embarque The grateful Token of the Deluge ceas'd The Water 's and Heaven's Wrath appeas'd A mighty Joy the favour'd Eight possess'd Great as the Danger lately past And as the Bliss they had in View at last So when Great Sir Your Blest Arrival here Dispell'd our almost Ship-wrack'd Church's Fear With equal Signs of Preservation near She did the kind Indulgence celebrate With Just Applauses vast as That And suited to the Alteration of her State. II. But now she sees the Happy Hour That places You on Albion's Throne With the Fair Partner of Your Heart and Power Whose brighter Virtue far out-vyes the Crown Secure she casts her Wandring Eye Back on the Frighful Rocks and Boisterouâ— Waves On ev'ry hand preseâ—â—ing Death and Graves And thick black Teâ—â—ests gather'd in the Sky Threat'ning sad Ruin â—â—gh When she revolves in her scarce settled Mind The Fate to which she saw her Sons expos'd Th'assaulting Rage with which they were inclos'd And does Deliv'rance unexpected find Now past her Dangers and her Fears Plac'd on a lofty Ararat Above the Reach of Fate To You her mighty Rescuers She does this Votive Table humbly consecrate III. The first Design a Mytr'd Hero shews The third Supporter of her Hopes and Cares Whose Virtue equal to his High Descent Makes him her Noble Ornament But Virtue still to Envy does expose Whoever in its Lofty Paths dares tread And this Reward he amply shares This brings down Tempests on his Sacred Head On him the Rising Storm first vents its Rage Which he Undaunted does engage In vain are Threat'nings added to Commands Ev'n those he slights as well as these withstands Assur'd it wou'd the easier less'ning be To Suffer than Pronounce a Wrong Decree IV. A whole Community next Scene presents Made a lamented Sacrifice To Spleen and Avarice Insatiate Furies whom no Victim e're contents The Stations theirs by Merit and Just Choice They are compell'd to quit Because they wou'd not to their Helm admit One as unworthy of their Voice As by their Rules unfit And least they in another Soil shou'd thrive Since in their own they are deny'd to live To them all Succor is forbid No Hospitable place must open be Scarce ev'n the Arms of Charity And those who caus'd their wretched Fate Maligning the Compassion due to that Th' unhappy Plea of Poverty deny'd Their Time and Labour they had spent in vain In vain to Heav'n devoted all their days Excluded from Subsistence other ways It 's vow'd Attendants in their Woes Such was the Malice of their Foes The Altar might not shelter or maintain V. Sev'n Rev'rend Prelates make the next sad Shew Wise as that Number famous heretofore Whose Sacred Names we must like Theirs adore Of such Integrity that each alone Might for the sinful World's black Crimes attone And save it from a Second Overthrow Yet not their Merit nor their Piety Cou'd be their own Defence Nor Guard alas that there was need Their Innocence A new extravagant Decree Fram'd by the Enemies of True Religion By Tolerating all to Settle none Unless what were as bad their Own A Slight t'inslave with Shews of Liberty Must by these Angels be declar'd This Trick the Loyolites prepar'd That from their Mouths the Flocks might learn to stray Whose business 't is to keep them in the Way But these good Shepherds Brave and Iust Scorn'd to Desert or to Betray their Trust Nor wou'd that amiable Truth expose Or suffer others to forsake Which amidst Flames their Predecessors chose And vouch'd Her Beauty's Triumph at a Stake For this the Chearful Suff'rers were convey'd To a Confinement for the Guilty made And there why is their Virtue made their Fault Practis'd the Doctrin they had often Taught VI. The Shepherds Smitten thus the Sheep next stray Expos'd to ev'ry Beast a helpless Prey Now rav'ning Wolves break or o'releap the Fold And some alas the Pastral Crosier hold Now with False Doctrins all the Paths abound Spread by Infected Sheep to Taint the Sound 'Gainst which Eusebia's Pious Sons alone Did Sov'reign Antidotes prepare While the once boasted Champions against Rome Secure in Silence lurk'd at home And of the Church took little care But Sacrific'd Her Safety to their own Well might our Sacred Mother now The Royal Psalmist's Old Complaint renew For ev'n the Abjects at her rail And in the o'reflowings of his Wine and Zeal A loose Apostate Bard makes Songs upon her too And in strange Shapes by his False Libel drest Like her old Martyrs baits her as a Beast VII Amidst these Storms what Refuge cou'd she find How stem the Tide or how endure the Wind She saw no Isle no shelt'ring Harbor near To shun her Danger or allay her Fear When in this wide tempestuous Ocean tost And ready now to be for ever lost You Glorious Stars Her Relief appear From whose kind Influence she does presage Long Halcyon Days another Golden Age. The noisy Winds now cease to roar And gentle Breezes waft her to the Shore She finds the Floods that threatned her abate And a still Calm compleats her Happy State. VIII From what strange Cause did this Effect proceed 'T is wond'rous strange indeed That the great Work was almost done E're the Design was known The mighty Work Great Lord of Lab'ring Thought Was in your Mind's Recesses closely wrought And finish'd there e're to our Knowledge brought So when the wisest Prince on Iudah's Throne The Second Wonder of that Nation rear'd No Ax or Hammer's Sound was by the People heard But all was privately prepar'd Till the vast Fabrick on a sudden rais'd Surpriz'd the Wond'ring Crowd the Great Designer Prais'd IX Now like the Patriarch rescu'd from the Flood Abounding in a grateful Sense Of the inestimable Good And the Almighty Donor's great Beneficence We may to him accepted Altars raise And from pure Hearts pay Hecatombs of Praise Now we may plant the Fruitful Vine And while we rest beneath its Shade Refresh our selves with the delicious Wine And dread no Wrong our Properties t' invade Nor let the Sullen blame our Mirth Nor th' Envious at our Joys repine Our Joys are Extasies Divine And from Above derive their Lofty Birth No airy Methods of applause No Exultations in so great a Cause Lessen the strict Regard due to its Gravity Since by Example Royal led We thus a King 's and Prophet's Footsteps tread Who laid his awful Grandeur by And thought he well a Joy exprest To see the Ark of God approach its place of Rest While he in nimble Measures danc'd before the Sacred Guest X. Now safe from future as from present Fear We need not a new Babel rear To brave a Second Floud's aspiring Rage Heav'n for our future Safety does engage By placing You Great Queen its Glorious Iris here You the fair Ensign of our lasting Peace Like that of Heaven's Eternal Truce with Man Make all our apprehensions cease Let breaking Cloud vent all the Rage they can We know alas they spend in vain Their unsuccessful Rain And though the mounting Billows rise To furnish them with new Supplies Till Waters from below meet those above What they wou'd ruine they must still improve But n'ere shall Triumph o're our Land again While You Bright Pledge of Heav'n adorn our Happy Skies FINIS * Bishop of London ‖ Magdalene College * Church of England ‖ Hind and Pantherâ— * Solomon's Temple