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To the Kings Most Excellent Majesty the humble petitionary poem of Edmond Dillon, esq.
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Dillon, Edmond.
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1664
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in Ireland for the Royal Cause And the Usurpers Paricide did blaze Th' Injustice of that Regicidal Court Vail'd under Justice's pageantry and port Decry'd ' gainst those that would all Law subvert Did to my power Just Monarchy assert This after the reduction of that Isle When an iniquous Peace did seem to smile In servitude and none could roll one stone In your behalf all Armless overthrown I made my best though impotent Essay Some Lectures of Allegiance to display And so revive the thoughts of Majesty In some which by long dissuetude might die Timists were pos'd each O imprudence cry'd To duel thus a violent stream or tyde But old experience as a truth defines That Love and Wisdom are not alwayes Twins A loyal passion and my bleeding sence Of Injur'd Soveraignty and Innocence Transported then my Soul so to discharge Her just resentments and foretell at large A Change the hanging of some Demagogues Giving them genuine Characters of Rogues Which since fulfill'd Your Majesty I see Dubb'd that gross speech a kind of Prophecie My charge and censure may in part appear By the annex'd which thousands can averr The Crime forsooth was publick and look'd on Unpresidented there a monstrous one Which Jealous Rebels whom their Conscience rack't Thought sure was with a Belgick Army back't Or rather Irish wayting on their King From Flanders streight all dangers hovering My person was secur'd a perilous wight In labour with deep Kingish plots to light Now brought so did they word it then of me Would I could merit that proud Elogy I wanted pow'r but evidenc'd my will Th' effects of their ombrages to fulfil And as I fought by female dint of Tongue Or Pen to vindicate that horrid wrong The unexampled Murther of my Prince When other Arms we had not for offence Had I Brydreus's hundred hands to boot A Gyant-stature of a hundred foot In each dimension and Alcides Club And strength I would in short those Monsters grub Those poysons quell whose Luciferean pride Murther'd one King the other did proscribe But all I could I did not what I would God takes the hearts pure Incense more than Gold Or Hecatombes a richer Sacrifice Than that or what most precious men do prize Life fortune goods I could not offer you All which I stak'd and fairly ventur'd too Nay Shipwrackt all almost upon one shelf By loyal gustes I scarce survive my self From Prison unto Prison guardes did hale Me as a holocauste prejudg'd by all To their Protectors Shambles such have been Where Cavallier-flesh did feast their spleen Now the dire Pageants all the pomp of death More dreadful than Death'self our vital breath Is oft exhal'd with ease before me dwell And every Tongue became my Passing-bell At length they hurried me unto the Bar And strange Tribunal mixt of Peace and War I was Arraign'd Convicted and with sound Of a Fanatick Verdict guilty found Yet with vast charges and what Friends could do In those extreams my tender'd life to wooe With all the Charms that to some mercy'encline Obdured hearts I with a pondrous fine And heavier mulcts was formâ—lly repriv'd Beyond all hopes yet malice so contriv'd The sentence past as men might call that doom A dying life or living Martyrdom For I have languisht sans main-prize or bayl Whole years a constant tennant to the Jayl Such was my censure to the huge decay Of health and wealth which melted all away Exhausted what I had and what had not Sign'd bonds for sums which yet I could not blot And pawn'd the Rubbish of my fortunes down Tumbled before in th' Ruins of the Crown My solace was the Justice of my Cause For King and Kings Prerogatives and Laws When some that well remark't and took the height Of my great Persecutions cause and weight Of circumstances that attended these So signaliz'd in those Neronian dayes Made sure account some guerdon lay in store For this when God should our great Charl's restore But I digress such was my passive state Till Oliver dropt hence b' a slugish fate And Richard from Usurping like his fire A Meteor faln scarce dwindled to a squire Since have I chang'd the Scene but not my woes London a kind of splendid durance growes To me where more then thousand days did pass Whilst I these banks of Silver Thames do trace Wore out almost the pavements of White-Hall Dancing attendance gazing on the Wall My waiting oft was paid with empty aire Though my pretensions I thought just and faire Papers on Papers long since I have pil'd Petitions of my Tragick stories fil'd Yet most times that elaborat Address Was soon blown over and but cold success Arachnes subtile textures in a Room Are thus confounded by the careless broom Due Reverence long from your Princely ears Stav'd off my plaints the subject of my tears Whilst here a Rumper there Fanatick Elves Did all the while par tort possess themselves Of my true Birth right cultivate that clay My loyal Syres acquir'd a fairer way And whose fruition they design'd for me The Posthume shadow of their Familie Twelve tedious years with leaden wings are flown Since I That house This soyl was once my own Could make the burthen of my Song t is time I change that note and say These now are mine If your poor Sufferers narrative you rate As to indulge that happiness though late It s true long since I got an Antipast Of Grace my name put on the Act that 's past For Irelands Settlement but tantaliz'd My hopes were still by those words till Repriz'd Remove from me dread Soveraign this spell Which your few Gratious lines can soon unspel For though my Fortunes deeply wounded lie Your hand hath balm and healing faculty Which in some measure will effect their cure If you vouchsafe subscribing to secure My Title and what should result of that Possession in the now bill which like fate To me 's uncertain if you please to say The word Your Sage Committee will obey O sacred breath that with one sound can heave My Fortunes Resurrection from the Grave My suit 's not great the Giver dignifies What otherwise men slenderly might prize Stories relate how in that ancient time When Mantuan Virgil in a Matachine Of fate was hurried from Estate and Land Like ours that Transplantation Authors brand Octavius gave his orders to restore This Titirus with many favours more Sir Y' are Augustus like but ah where's now The Magick of great Maroâ—'s lines to move Caesar look on the samness of our case Not on the different cloase my home-spun phrase Which through the limbeck's not distill'd or terse Like that refin'd late modish flux of verse My Muse hath peccant humours wants a leech Whose Mother-tongue's the quainter English speech As t is not hers who with cross fortune still Wrastling nev'r clammer'd up Parnassus hill Titus the darling of mankind their grace Thought none should from before the Princes face In sadness turn O Titus of our world Now that the Irish Seas are to be curl'd By my slow Oars I hope I shall not part This awful presence with a down-cast heart My debts contracted here are great those things That most oppress next to the weight of sins Debts by three years attendance were incurr'd Since I for right to this Fount-head recurr'd Which if your bounty daigns are soon defray'd To beg of Kings is no ignoble trade Yet when t is practis'd least a modest man Before he craves his wants will strictly scan All I implore tautologizing thus Is but my old Estate to pay those dues My sufferings signal were so may they be The objects of your Princely clemency And if with some compassion they affect Your Royal breast be pleas'd of your elect Restorable among the Nominees I may be one so Jove I hope decrees And your Petitioner will acquiesce In Praying God Your Majesty to bless FINIS * Veni vidi vici * The Lord Chancellor of England * Bella plus quam civilia Lucan * Plutarch in the life of Camillus * Nihil deinde optare a Diis homines nihil Dii hominibus prastare possent Nihil voto concipi nihil felicitate con â—mmaâ—i quod non Augustus post reditum in urbem Beib populoque Romano terrarumque orbi representavit Vel. Paâ—ere in Hist Rem lib. 2 * Et doloraetatem jussit in esse suam Boet. de Consol Phi. * Curae leves loquntur ingentes stupent Sen. Trag. * Et pro crimine omni aut opes aut opimi agri Lip de const * Penelope * Ex ungue leonem * Cui fidus Achates it comes paribus curis vestigia figit Vir. lib. 6. Aeneid * Plutarch in the life of Alex. * Tacitus de domit * Difficile est sapere amare * Bradshaw and Cook * Plus terret pompa mortis quam mors ipsa * En queis conscevimus agros Virg. Ec. * Libertas quae sera tamen respexit inertem ibid. * Neminem oportet a Principis vultu tristem discedere Sueton.
their tears that liquid stock In them is drayn'd by sorrows constant shock Their ills that crusted Niobies outvi'd And so t'amazement they are petrifi'd Who but a Jeremy with Enthean quil Our Woes in Tragick lines could well distil No Age or Sex but is disconsolate Such is our Countries lamentable State As if Nolls ghost should from the Stygian Strand Raise Magick Vapours still t' enchant our Land Under old bondage which his Laws impos'd For our Estates lie a great part transpos'd As he assign'd them 'twixt his Creatures shar'd And Independent hoast whose fat doth lard Numbers of them And thus did he divide Our spoyls and Fortunes and so gratifi'd His Armies active Zeal t'exterminate This Monarchy and buoy him up in State Rich Fields and Loyalty were our chief Crimes The last was Vertue in serener times For which shall we make constant Pennance thus The only Plea that should ingratiate us Who of three shatter'd Nations were the last Fought out your Cause and in your Quarrel cast The final Ruins of your Party You May with your Fiat build us up a new Who suffer'd crushing e're we 'd violate By yielding soon that Peace of Forty Eight Solemn Peice I hope 't is not forgot Your Ermines will not sully with that blot He 's scarce your Friend would seek to conjure down Those publick condescentions You did own Would Sacrifice to private ends or spleen A Glorious Monarchs hallowed esteem What need I hint the confluence of our men From all those Forraign parts they served in About your Sacred Person then abroade Those timely duties You do not explode But mind so to their Soveraign the Sea Rivers flow far and Crystal tributes pay Nor was 't by land alone in that Exile The Touchstone of true Faith as we may stile All such disasters They espous'd Your Cause But on the Ocean too steer'd by your Laws Their loyal Palinures sought to support Your Admiralty-Court from Port to Port Then as we should our hopes we anchor'd sure On Your glad Restauration for our cure Yet still our Country-business panting lyes And with slow Hectiques languishing it dyes The Irish Ordeil was the Court of Claims Few through that fire with slender venial stains Could pass unsing'd Yet were the Judges free From the least byaz of Partiality But by their Rules such as were strictly chaulk't Out for our Tryals they exactly walk't Whilst heinous Crimes are blauncht forgot or drown'd In that vast Sea of Mercy most have found Flowing in Your Amnestia only we Are left obnoxious to all scrutinie Our lives are sifted and set on the Rack False evidence suborn'd to make us black Of Heav'ns strait ingress what the Gospel says On Earth is typified in our days Our Innocence which to the test was put Must shine like that of Infants ere they shoot Up to their dangerous years or else no man Of our poor Israel enters Canaan None are restored Yet through those narrow straights Some have got in unto their old Estates And hundreds more on this preciser score To Innocence have title but the door They say is shut the time efflux'd for those As though men would your long-liv'd justice close Or bounty stint t' a few months space who can So circumscribe it shackels th' Ocean The Law defines An droit ne poit mourir An ancient Right is like the Vestal fire Never extinct though darkn'd 'tis sometime When gold or favour will not make it shine Nay some restorable by Acts of Grace And Parliament a shadow yet imbrace Whilst the effects of your intendments are Wanting they 're only Landlords titular Bill after Bill we see transmitted o're One clashing with the other though before An Act like that chaste Princess's endless web Wrought with great pains yet soon unravelled Our Souls were night-mar'd by these Ambages These Circuits did our vital bloods oppress And after all a rueful murmur was Of late there should a fatal sentence pass On Irish Interests oh a publick grief Nothing can cozen me to the belief We should be in a righteous Princes sence Made victimes to alleadg'd convenience Angels defend That that anoynted hand Should sign the desolation of a Land Or people whose hands hearts and all they have As bound are Yours devoted to the grave And if we know the Lyon by his paws Those three late Noble Irish Scaevolaes Who in Losanna did such miracles For You do by that recent feat express The loyal Genius of our Nation still To live or dye at their great Soveraigns will But with this Subject I no more shall grate Upon Your Royal patience They could state With greater Emphasis our sad distress Who long in steddy Prose made our address We have this comfort that Your Wisdoms choice Was such a Vice-Roy as by general voice Of us and all true Subjects none could be More fit to play that Arduous game than he Brave Ormond your Achates went a share In all your Forraign strayings all your cares None lov'd the KING with more entireness since Craterus did the Macedonian Prince The Spirit of his Government we found E're now so sagely temper'd and so sound As we may hope a future Plenilune Of blessings by 't and that his Grace will tune For you the Irish Harp long speechless growne In the sad solstice of Her Soveraigns Throne And with the Musick of his Ruling hand Compose the jarring Interests of that Land As once Amphion by the rise and fall Of his sweet noats had built the Theban wall Charm'd the materials thither stones that be Of different forms danc'd to a Symmetry But publick matters and affairs of State Th' officious Muse doth Supererogate To touch upon for those are things beyond Her flagging fancies humble Horizon It were presumption in a puny wit A kind of Sacriledge it may commit Handling of those absconded Misteries Not penetrable by thick-sighted eyes An honest Subject must revere not fret At the Results of 's Princes Cabinet Now give me leave most Gracious Liege to say Somewhat expressed in a doleful key Concerning my own case t is singular As I with all submission will declare When Cromwel that prodigious Tyrant was Rais'd to the height on Collosses of brass His greatness built above the shock of fate As many thought who did not meditate That so excentrique and unjust a Rise Preluded to a signal precipice When he had trampled on the necks of all His terrour became Oecumenical That Bird of prey whose sanguinary beak Quarri'd on us and did his fury wreak Who made each Fault a Capital offence And moulded Laws of bloody Elements Domitian-like when thinking of our King Were no less than a Treasonable thing If thoughts had a material substance been Or could be felt heard understood or seen Much more to Speak or Write against the State Nought but th'Offendors death could expiate Ev'n in those slavish touchy times have I It is a Truth and no thrasonick lye Declar'd