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A New collections of songs and poems by Thomas D'Urfey ...
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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defend the good old Cause good old Cause A Panegyrick on their Royal Highnesses and Congratulating his Return from SCOTLAND WHen the most high Eternal Son of God Through fam'd Iudea in Procession Rode The Loyal Publican with zealous hast Climb'd up a Tree to view him as he past And with a look that did his joy relate The Mighty Saviour did Congratulate So 'mongst the Crouds that with impatience Strove T' express their fealty and faithful Love I and my throbbing heart with equal flames Panted and prest to meet the Godlike IAMES Welcome then mighty Sir welcome as peace To Conquer'd Nations or to sick men ease Welcome as what you bring us Loyalty A fruit which in our Isle we rarely see In th'barren North it blooms to storms expos'd But in our Sunny Climate never grows Here fertile Nature makes the Commons Kings And from her fatness rank Rebellion springs Dam'd Lust of English men that ne're repented Their Treason nor with Blessing were contented Black was the day and blasted was the year When the Curst factions full of wretched fear Sought the true Heir of England to exclude Onely because he was too Great and Good Two Epithetes that never yet could suit The sordid mind of your true English Brute Loud Tempests roar'd as if design'd to cross The Royal Mandate and not let him pass Whilst weeping Flouds seem'd to mourn our loss And as each Element then bore a part In grief even so did every Honest Heart But now the happy hours are fully blest The Land with the full store of Heaven Possest The Season smiles and each propitious ray For his return their secret joy display The Flowers that did in private Clossets keep And during the Winter of his Absence sleep Bloom out and a gay fragant Robe put on To bless and welcome in the Rising Sun Laetamur * The Motto of the medal is the word a word which late As mighty hopes did mighty joy create When the fam'd Motto with applause was put To th' Effigie of the Grand Patriot Nearest their hearts where late their Georges hung The Palefac't Medal with a silver Tongue Was plac't whilst every wearer still exprest His joy to Harbour there so fam'd a guest The wretch that stampt it got immortal fame 'T was coyn'd by stealth like Groats at Brumicham Whilst each Professor with exalted voice Cryes Englands saved and now let us Rejoyce But though seditious Tenets they pursue We have a cause of joy solid and true And therefore let us cry Laetamur too For Mighty YORK's return'd return'd to Raign O're hearts and move in his Great Sphere again 'T is in his face you see the Rising Sun T'other's a Comet blazing o're the Town Portending mischiefs seeming to explain The former Tragick Scene design'd again Fly then ye Loyal Natives fly with zeal Embrace his knees and your true joy reveal Prove your Affection to your Injur'd Prince Give him your hearts for you had his long since Aid his true cause oppose the Rebel power And never part with your lov'd Heroe more And hail bright Princess best of thy fair kind An Angels body with an Angels mind Beauteous as are the Virgin Saints above That sit and smile on the Right hand of Iove And good as the first state heaven form'd 'em in E're that Angelick Sex knew how to sin How when she comes shall we our Crimes atone How shall we meet the Justice of her frown That doing no offence was forc't away With her dear Lord a cruel fate t' obey And sacrifice her Joy her Peace and Fame To a curst branded thing without a Name Down her fair face the liquid Treasures rowl'd Then taking on her Royal Partner hold England farewell she cry'd thou hated shore And may I never see thy baseness more But she comes back and nobly may despise The Pigmy malice of her Enemies Disdain and Anger in her forehead sit Yet both so calm'd and temper'd by her wit That with a modest smile she strives t' oppose Revenge and only pities all her Foes Return then and forgive and may your Name Charm the wide Globe as does your Heroe's Fame Long may ye love and still may ye appear Teeming as to our joy you prove this year Your Pregnant veins are framing wond'rous things Oh Glorious Passion that creates young Kings The illustrious Infant struggles in the Womb As if he knew his Royal Fate 〈◊〉 come And silently mourns that so long a space 'T will be e're he begins his Glorious Race But when as the divinest gift of Heaven The Princely Babe is for our comfort given May every heart conspire with every Tongue T' implore his years may be renown'd and long That he may merit his brave Fathers name And rival Vertue with his Mothers fame Methinks I see our great Augustus stand With the fair Princess smiling in his hand High Grandeur mixt with joy adorns his face Whilst blushing duty hers does sweetly grace Their Eyes are fixt and mingling glories seem Like the Suns Rays reflecting on a Jem His awful light then on his Brother shines Who with a silent modesty inclines To hear his welcome and with humble grace Fixing his Eyes upon his Monarchs face His willing knees with Loyal duty bend To his dear King his Brother and his Friend Who in his arms does the lov'd Favorite hold And speaks a Gracious welcome from his Soul Thrice happy Scotland well did'st thou begin To make atonement for thy former sin When thou with joy a Virtue did'st embrace By brooding Factions driven from this place Well was the much wrong'd Prince receiv'd by thee And well haâ—â— thou reform'd thy Loyalty Yet to his goodness thou thy fame dost owe For thou had'st faithless bin had he been so But as the Thracian Bard with Charming strains Drew the wild Savages from Woods and Plains Controul'd their Brutish rage where e're he came And made the fiercest Wolves and Tigers tame So mighty Prince thy vertue did oppose The close designs and malice of thy Foes And made a Nation fam'd for Treachery Bow to thy Loyal Principles and thee Whilst England's left with its King-killing race A nest of Rebels as it ever was A Song in the Fond Husband in the praise of Marriage set by Mr. Turner I. UNder the Branches of a spreading Tree Silvander sat from care and danger free And his inconstant roving humour shows To his dear Nimph that sung of Marriage vows But she with flowing graces Charming Air Crys fye fye my dear give o're Ah tempt the pow'rs no more But thy offence with penitence repair For though vice in a Beauty seem sweet in thy Arms An Innocent Beauty has always more Charms II. Ah Philida the angry Swain reply'd Is not a Mistress better than a Bride What Man that universal yoke retains But meets an hour to sigh and curse his chains She smiling crys change change that impious mind Without it we could prove Not half the joys of Love 'T