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A65456 Elegies on the Queen and Archbishop by Samuel Wesley ... Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735. 1695 (1695) Wing W1368; ESTC R5820 12,314 32

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All-high with peals Of loud attesting Thunder seals Her Pray'r obtains a new Reprieve We may tho Mary must not live The Angel who no more cou'd stay Bows and beckons her away Gladly the Message she receives Gladly all but WILLIAM leaves This only her firm Virtue tries No pains she felt or cou'd all pains despise But what her Royal Heart Endur'd with him to part There there her last convulsive Agonies With more of ease her Soul cou'd from her Body fly Than those far closer Bonds unty But that too sure Commission Fate did give How cou'd she dye how cou'd he live 'T was easie Fate thy Prey to miss He was her Soul and she was his 'T is done thro Deaths dark shades she wings for Day Nor can her other Soul behind her stay But clambers with her more than half the Ethereal way XVII There had they shin'd two Stars as bright As ever did their friendly Rays unite To bless th' admiring world with peaceful Light Had not those Pow'rs who for poor Mortals care Remember'd Maries pious Pray'r And all the Godlike work behind For their lov'd Hero's Arms design'd Nor Nature two such Losses in one Age cou'd bear But when his great relucting Soul return'd Here must we draw a Veil Since all our Art wou'd fail To show how much her Death and his own Life he mourn'd XVIII Accurst are those not can they more be curst Who hate the best of Princes love the worst Who on themselves fix an eternal Brand And cast Confusion or'e the blushing Land Their Prudence these and their Good-nature show At their ignoble Triumphs at our woe None such a Loss like William's Soul cou'd feel No weight but such as this cou'd bend his Steel How decent all his Grief how just appears How freely flow the Nations Sympathetick Tears Nor can his Foes esteem it Base That he to Fate it self gives place And reels and staggers at th' unequal blow Since they to their confusion know They never yet cou'd raise his Grief or Fears XIX See from the Dust the twice-born Hero rise See where he throws around his languid Eyes Which never droopt before In vain he throws 'em round She 's now no more As much in vain his Souls Efforts did prove When Lifes weak Taper trembled to remove And reach and joyn its Consort-Flame above O why lov'd Prince dost thou pursue so fast Why makes thy strugling Soul such eager hast When e're you meet how late so e're for thee Too soon alas for us and for the World 't will be Nor yet shall Death the Conquest gain Such strong Revulsives still remain Sound sound a Charge Let Wars loud Thunder roar And shake the trembling Gauls perfidious Shore It takes how fast he warms With what a generous-Heat His rallying Spirits beat To Arms to Arms His Grief will soon to Martial Fury turn And France our Loss shall undissembling mourn XX. So might we Great compare with Less So when the Forrest's King whose Voice can make The Beasts the Trees the solid Mountains quake Is robb'd by Fate of his lov'd Lioness In his broad Breast imperfect Thunders groan He stalks along the silent Shades alone But if he chance from far To bear the gath'ring War The Hunters shout the Coursers neigh The Eager Hounds more loud than they He casts his flaming Eyes around Impatient to engage And lashes his strong sides and wakes his dreadful Rage And spurns the Sand and fills the Air and rends the Ground Th' ignoble Covert now disdaine And rushes out and roars and fights the trembling Plains See! the Coward Hunters fly O'er thick Brakes and Mountains high O'er the Fallows thro the Woods O'er green Lawns and Crystal Floods Fast they fly Fear mends their Hast But Grief and Rage pursue more fast See! the Troop he overtakes See what Ravage there he makes Horse and Horseman both o'erthrows These with his strong Paws he rends These with his Train to Earth he sends And proudly stalks along o'er heaps of panting Foes XXI 'T is glorious in undauted Fight T' assert an injur'd Nations right 'T is yet more glorious more divine With Earth and Heav'n against a common Foe to joyn To Vindicate the World from some proud Tyrants Chain So lov'd so fear'd does our Great William reign While France and Hell cross his strong Fate in vain Yet ah how gladly his dread Sword he 'd sheathe Or with it here at home engage The Monstrous Vices of the Age Wou'd not the while the Gallic I●●dra breathe For Peace the angry Warrior fights In Peace kind Heav'n it self delights Peace grows on Eden's happy Plains Where now in Peace blest MARY reigns XXII How was Heav'n mov'd at her arrival there With how much more than usual Art and Care The Angels who so oft to Earth had gone And born her Incense to th' Eternals Throne For her new Coronation now prepare How welcome how caress'd Among the blest And first mankinds Great Mother rose Give way ye crowding Souls said she That I the second of my Race may see But e'er she came the First did Interpose Whom next my God and King Next and but next I 'll sing The other MARY who to meet her goes How like their Charms how full of Grace O better Mother of our sinful Race How great her Meen how sweet her Air how bright her Face XXIII The Worthies of the Hebrew Line Did their adopted Brethren joyn Her sight a Concourse did engage Of every Sex and every Age Here did brave Deborah appear Pulcheria there Eliza here Our Edward their Iosiah near ally'd Their Fates both blest the World no more they try'd Blest that they liv'd so well nor thought too young they dy'd Here hoary Patriarchs and Apostles stand The Martyrs there a goodly shining Band These near the Altar near the Sons Right Hand Vast was the Altar wond'rous to behold With living Gems it flam'd and heavenly Gold F●●● under whose broad Base which did present The beauteous Arch of some new Firmament The kneeling Souls who when for Truth they dy'd Had Mercy ask'd for those Who were their causless Foes Now all as loud for Vengeance cry'd Holy and True How long This was their Matchless Song How long must the proud Where in triumph reign Her scarlet Robes in Blood still deeper stain How long shall Earth blaspheme how long will Heav'n refrain When from the Throne a Voice was giv'n Which shook the Poles of Earth and Heav'n There rest in Peace our Friends it said And wait for all the martyr'd Dead Nor must our Bolts so soon be sent You 're not complete Man may repent The while ascend one Order higher And joyn the still-encreasing Quire Forward they move while Angels bring A Harp a Robe a Crown Installing every one A Poet Priest and King XXIV But who are those that mighty Three Distinguish'd from the rest Who marching up abreast Approach great Queen to welcome thee The most Majestic there A double Crown
angry Brothers did Heav'ns Bolts desire Justly did them the Prince of Peace reprove Taught 'em to conquer with a milder Fire To conquer with the kindlier Warmth of Love XXIX If this a Fault ev'n that Apostle err'd Whose great soul stoop'd and all to all was made Who Charity to Faith it self preferr'd And yet no Truth deny'd of none affraid XXX Thus this true Follower of his Saviours Life Who in his shining Paths exactly went Taught without Noise and differ'd without strife Soft were his Words but strong his Argument XXXI Not holy Cranmer easier cou'd forgive Or more of heav'n-born Charity express'd Firm to his Friend a surer ne'er did live Tho' most to Truth the greatest and the best XXXII Such great Armagh who perfect long before Amid the blest a Starry Mitre wears Such many a Confessor and Martyr more And such that Saint who now demands our Tears XXXIII What grateful Crowds did him in Glory wait Whom his calm Reas'nings thither show'd the Way How Blest his share in that unchanging State How bright he shines in those bright Realms of Day XXXIV What Clouds of Pray'rs did waft him to that Place Where Seraphs sing with heavn'ly Ardour fir'd Ay-gazing on the Beatific Face The first Preferment that he e'er desir'd XXXV In him the Orphan a new Father found While Widows scarcely their lost Lords lament A gentle Surgeon he for e'ery Wound Exiles with him enjoy'd their Banishment XXXVI None ever griev'd did from his Presence goe The Poor with such a Godlike Sweetness rais'd They scarce cou'd blame their Fate that made 'em so While Heav'n and him their just devotion prais'd XXXVII Favour'd by God and Man and full of Grace By all his Wrongs unbroken all his Cares Eternal Youth smil'd in his reverend Face Tho' pure as Virgin-Snow his Silver Hairs XXXVIII To Heav'n he pay'd or to the World he lent That Time which he so justly did divide On both so much and yet so well he spent That like the Loaves you 'd think it multiply'd XXXIX How clear his Soul how firm his gen'rous Breast How vast the Compass of his mighty mind How fairly all in his grave Looks express'd Not for himself but born for whole Mankind XL. Where'er Heav'n call'd and his great Genius went He still excell'd in Pulpit Church and State To all a bright a lasting pattern lent For most t' admire and some to imitate XLI A Statesman free from Int'rest or Design A Prelate watchful painful humble wise How did he then when in the Pulpit shine Commanding Mortals Ears and Angels Eyes XLII So Moses spake when he from Sinai came And Isr'el did high Heav'ns Credentials show So look'd his Temples crown'd with radiant Flame On all the dazzled Auditors below XLIII Tho' peaceful like his Lord this Saint appear'd No strugling Thunder rais'd or Mountains rent A still small Voice like whisp'ring Winds was heard Which pierc'd the secret Soul where'er it went XLIV 'T was Music Poetry and Rapture all The Sweets of his orac'lous inords to share As soft they fell as balmy Dew-drops fall As smooth as undisturb'd etherial Air. XLV In him how many various Graces meet Hooker's weigh'd Periods not perplex'd or long As Waller's Sense correct or Numbers sweet Cleaner his Thought than Wilkins and as strong XLVI One Word you cannot add or take away Compleat as Virgils his Majestic Sense To twenty Ages if the World shall stay The Standard he of English Eloquence XLVII To all he writes one Demonstration gives Which gently draws and yet compels assent Good Life which shows that he himself believes Good Life the most persuasive Argument XLVIII How cou'd the blackest Malice e'er oppose So fair a Fame a Goodness so divine Meekest on Earth cou'dst thou have any Foes But God and Cesar have and theirs were thine XLIX Scarce better that brave man his Love express'd Or dearer Marks of Loyalty did show The poison'd Knife aim'd at his Sovereigns breast Who stepp'd between to catch the fatal Blow L. A manly not a brute Submission paid Abhorr'd the Rebel as abhorr'd the Slave From Love not Fear his Sovereign he obey'd Who is not Loyal never can be brave LI. When false Licinius fled or did resign He had the Christians Oaths who fill'd his Place Still Loyal to the generous Constantine Tho' injur'd by the faithless Pagan-Race LII Shou'd some old lost Plantagenet arise And plead his lineal Title to the Throne who 'd not his antiquated Claim despise And still the brave the just Possessor own LIII So he who claims our Song and claims our Grief Who now the Prey of over-hasty Fate Of all the Mitred Worthies justly chief The firm Supporters of the Church and State LIV. Whole Clouds of fiery Darts by Malice cast And forg'd in Hell aim'd at the Sacred Head Most glanc'd on him some short some over-past Some dropt disarm'd and at his Feet lay dead LV. How calmly smil'd he at Hells fruitless Spite How sure and yet how easie his Defence Fearless he stood and dar'd infernal might Under his seven-fold Shield of Innocence LVI So generous Scaeva who for Cesar fought And stood with Groves of Deaths encompass'd round While Groves of Deaths on his broad Shield he brought Disarm'd the adverse Host without a Wound LVII Unmov'd by all th' ill-natur'd World cou'd do When curs'd he blest he pray'd as they revil'd So well his Saviours Life and Laws he knew Abus'd he turn'd the other Cheek and smil'd LVIII If any Blot in all his Life 's fair Field 'T was height of Goodness made his Iudgment stray Of his black Foes he like the Father held There might be room in Heav'n for such as they LIX But he was all-a-Saint and cou'd forgive Not so the Muse who does just Blots prepare Ah no! his Hands as while he here did live Still stop the gath'ring Thunder in the Air. LX. Since then we pity some tho some detest No farther Muse in this sad Scene proceed Here draw a modest Veil before the rest Ah gently touch the Wound which still does bleed LXI Calm as his Life end then our grateful Song Calm as his Soul when she to Glory went Be the worst Word to those who him did wrong His own last Wishes may they all repent LXII While those near warmer happier Regions born Weave costlier Garlands of immortal Verse The best poor Flow'rs our barren Hills adom Thus wash't in Tears we bring to crown his Herse FINIS Advertisement THE Life of our Blessed Lord and Saviour IESUS CHRIST An Heroic Poem Dedicated to Her late Most Sacred Majesty In Ten Books By SAMUEL WESLEY Author of this Poem Each Book illustrated by necessary Notes explaining all the more difficult Matters in the whole History also a Prefatory Discourse concerning Heroic Poetry With Sixty Copper Plates Printed for C. Harper and B. Motte 1695. Revelat. 4. 10. * 6. Revel 10 11. * 15. Revel 3 4 11. S. Iohn 35 38. His Sermons against Atheism His Sermons against the Socinians * 1 Pet. 1. 12.