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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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Wing D1489; ESTC R19217
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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.