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An heroick poem on the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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of Cities Towns or Castles lost Some by her Shafts the Lightning of her Eyes Subdu'd and Chain'd her Lawful Conquests prize But others her Ignobler Fetters hold Charm'd by her well-try'd Magick Philter GOLD To all this Pomp a wondrous Dow'r she brought Sure Baits which an unguarded Heart had caught But OSSORY unmov'd by Form or Show Wisely survey'd this gaudy Temptress thro' Th' Insatiate Thirst of unjust Pow'r he saw Her Heart like a Promethean Vulture gnaw A heart more worthy of his Doom than his His Guilt outdone even by her Victories The ill-got Trophies which her Arms acquire More Robb'ry then the stoln Promethean Fire Here all her Depths he sounds her Vows but Ayre Bloudy her Frowns her Smiles Designe and Snare Of Broken Leagues he heard the murm'ring sound And Sacramental Bonds in Lethe drown'd In vain her Pow'r Success or Treasure pleads In vain her Arts in vain her Nets she spreads Flanders presents him with a Choice more fair There was all Truth all unstain'd Honour there His Eye was straight t' a distress'd Beauty led Fixt like a second Royal Andromede At Stake her Fortunes and her Glories lay And all design'd for a Devourers Prey He saw the Monster roul the swelling Tide Hungry he came and gap'd Destruction wide Her Dangers made her Lustre brighter shine Her Sufferings shap'd her Lovely and Divine Here the warm OSSORY could hold no more Here his Wing'd Steed the fiery Rider bore Whilst to her Aid our Angry Perseus rod. Revenge is the Espousal of a God Rouz'd by her Wrongs a generous Sword he draws Wedding his unbrib'd Hand t' a Spotless Cause Thus doubly arm'd to Royal ORANGE flew Showring like Jove in Gold and Thunder too Done like himself an Action great and high 'T was more to face than follow Victory To tug with France was but to fight more warm The Noblest Grapling's with a Conquering Arm. Here the calm OSSORY takes a long Rest Of two whole Years in Glories Halcyon Nest Th' unactive Christendom does not afford A second cause for his Miraculous Sword Till rouz'd by an Alarm from th' Africk Shore Tangier and Honour call him out once more The angry Moors the ROYAL CHARLES invade Tangier by Christian Arts and Arms betray'd Apostate faithless Christian by the first Of your own falling Traytors taught and curst Who for his worshipt dearer Idol Gold His Paradise and Sacred Master sold His entail'd Treasons to his Heirs convey'd The Christian strength like their own God betray'd Thus comes the skill'd Barbarian to the Field Fighting behinde an European Shield An Enemy ne'r Terrible before For Numbers dreadful but for Conduct more Too soon the Town the pressing Savage feel The fatal Earnest of his well-taught Steel Whilst England waken'd at their sad Alarms Calls out the valiant OSSORY to Arms. No less the Loyal OSSORY prepares On his own Neck t'unload his Countries Cares With twice their Zeal but not with half their Fears With Warlike Rage like a new Comet burns To Africk straight his pointed Vengeance turns Here flying Fame with the glad Tydings posts Which the shrill Tritons waft to th' Africk Coasts The Ravisht Tangerines at his ador'd Dear Name to Hopes to Life to Souls restor'd Quit their Despair and with one Ecchoing Cry Their universal Voice was Victory Charm'd with their Tutelar Saint Tangier is all But one united Solemn Festival Whilst jocund Gibraltar does his tun'd Praise Above its own Herculean Columns raise Their Extasies to those wild Raptures ran Fill'd with the Deeds of this Prodigious Man As they had foreseen the Miracle again Of the old Prophet on Philistia's Plain Such certain Conquest from his Name conclude As if the holding up his Arm subdu'd But oh in vain the Great Commission 's given 'T was Seal'd on Earth before 't was Sign'd in Heav'n CHARLES calls him but GOD sends him forth Alas Our Conquerour a new Rubicon must pass Bound for a further more Triumphant Coast Design'd the Leader of a Brighter Host 'T was here th' Impoverisht Mourning world he left Too early of its dearest Pride bereft Yes happier Stars caught up at Natures Noon Yon Azure Battlements o'erleapt too soon The envious Fates snatcht our Rich Hopes away Ere half his Golden World discover'd lay What vast Atchievements has one Grave entomb'd Designes of Glory yet unwing'd unplum'd So on a Cedar's top Lord of the Grove O'er some proud Mountain broods the Bird of Jove Till an unhappie Blast of Lightning shoots Rends its tall Trunk from off its shatter'd Roots And when in Dust the Marty'rd Reliques lie All her whole Nest of unfledg'd Eaglets die With such a fall our OSSORY expir'd OSSORY as far Lamented as Admir'd A Tribute due t' his Consecrated Name His Exequies as boundless as his Fame Nor was this Grief alone t' his Friends confin'd For he deserv'd so well from all Mankind That ev'n his Foes spight of themselves are just And dedicate a Sigh to OSSORY's Dust Whilst Chronicles must his sad Fate record Pity'd by Envie and by Fear deplor'd Onely th'unchristian Savages the wild Barbarian Africks well-pleas'd Genius smil'd The Moors so loud an Iô Paean sung Till to their Mahomet their Echoes rung Our Christian Heroe's death such Transport darts Up from his amorous Paradise he starts Leaving to gratifie his new-charm'd Ears Th'unfinisht Pleasure of a Thousand Years But tho' Tangier has a Defender lost And spightful Destiny his Wishes crost War and War's darling-Goddess left him last As living he ador'd her he embrac'd Her dying in his pangs he held her fast Still at Tangier his waving Ensignes flie Forts Bulwarks Trenches glide before his Eye And though by Fate it self disarm'd he dies Even his last Breath his Sooty Foes defies He still his Visionary Thunder pour'd And graspt the very Shadow of a Sword Not the Pellaean Conquerors Fever burn'd So Fierce as his his Dreams to Battles turn'd Sieges and Storms a Scene of Death so Great As did his Active Martial Life repeat And when his Fighting Frenzie rov'd too far 'T was but a Copie of th' old Gyants War In Antick Forms he wild Battalions drew Rais'd Hills on Hills Pelion on Ossa threw Vast were th' Idea's of his mounting soul 'T was Glory all War all Ambition whole And when th' Extravagant Heroe soar'd too high It was but some Aspiring Thought let fly That Sally'd out to take Eternity Onely his Storms did more Auspicious prove T' assail the Skies he had all Friends above Beyond their faint Original he flew For he scal'd Heav'n like them but won it too Here couldst thou Muse to Numbers have confin'd The strong bold Starts of his great labouring Mind His strange Convulsions and Tempestous Flame Know t was the Earthquakes of his loosning Frame Fancie he in a Fiery Chariot rod And shook the Chrystalline on which he trod For his Approach here waiting Angels stay Ready a Throne prepar'd a Diadem lay But our great Saint comes more prepar'd than They. Useless a Coronation-Robe was given Majestick he set out array'd for Heaven Few were the Drops t' anoint his sacred Brow Fragrant he came and Radiant as he flew Quick was the Ceremony short the State But Long the Shouts their well-tun'd Joys create Their Glittering Guest in a full Quire they greet Who brings that Light which others die to meet If such Celestial Pomp fills thy new Train Let not thy Heavenlyer Joys blest Soul disdain That meaner Homage which poor Mortals owe Paid by thy humbler Worshippers below When Ages shall in Monumental Brass Write thy Recorded Praise till Time's last Glass And with such Zeal preserve thy Hallow'd Shrine Till th'expir'd World's last Ashes mix with thine Fame to all Nations shall thy Worth unfold In Heav'ns Prophetick Eloquence of old Her wondrous Tongue for wondrous Truths design'd Speaks in all Languages to all Mankind Yet stay Great Saint loud as thy Deeds ere rung In whatere Soyl thy planted Lawrels sprung There was a Region where thy Praise ne'r flew And that forbidden Air thy Fame yet never drew For from Thee they were banisht from thy Ear In all their Flights durst never reach that Sphere Thy Actions kept a Solemn Jubilee By all men heard by all men told but Thee And yet this Modest Godlike Chief must pay Nature's last Debt and die Die did I say Pardon bright Heir of everlasting Day Great Worthies never yet entirely dy'd Death onely does Invert their Pyramide The Heroes Soul the Basis of his Fame That 'bove the Clouds mounts his Immortal Name He gone the Stars our happier Rivals claim And when his vast translated Spirit alone An Atlas load builds its Eternal Throne Does a whole Spacious Constellation fill Not Heav'n it self can hold him all for still He leaves his Deeds behinde him when he Dies Points down his Pendant Glory from the Skies Blaze out blaze out a Glory so divine Till all Great Mindes by thy Reflection shine Their Pious Griefs to Emulation turn Till their warm Pitie up to Envie burn So may this Sun of Honour set in State Gilding the Sable Clouds that Mourn his Fate May his Example thus such Patriots breed That shall to all his high Renown succeed And as his Courage is too large a Guest To make a Transmigration to one Breast Like the old Greeks when Alexander dy'd Share his great Heart his World of Fame divide FINIS * At Mons. * Imprisoned two years by Cromwel * Being courted by the French King to his Service when Embassadour into France with the proffer of 10000 Pistols per annum and 20000 for his Equipage * Disdaining the Advantageous proffers of France and taking the Confederates side for the Justice of their Cause spending in their Service 6000l. of his own in one Campaigne * The Moors being taught the Art of Storming by Renegadoes * All the Deliriums of his Fever were wholly taken up with defending Tangier and fighting the Moors
Disdain'd their Duteous Homage to allow Too Stiff to Kneel or else too Tall to Bow Pamper'd to Pride t' a Lust of Pow'r high-fed By Envy's Eldest Birth Ambition led They durst dispute the Empire of the Main Spur'd with a hope more rash than Xerxes Chain Here our Great OSSORY's first Toyls begun T was CHARLES his Ocean saw his Rising Sun His Country's Quarrel does his Hand embrace Sent out to Lash this Bold Amphibious Race A posting Mercury more swift ne'r rod To bear the Mandates of an Angry God Wings on his Feet and Duty in his Eyes Than OSSORY with CHARLES his Vengeance flies Not CAESAR's proud Armado could engage The valiant Anthony with deadlier Rage Whilst the Aegyptian Warriour by his side Saw Cleopatra's Glittering Galley ride Fill'd with a Beauty that ev'n Death could warm A Mistriss sight t' a Fighting Lovers Arm Both by her Wishes and her Eyes inspir'd Wing'd as she Breath'd and as she Lookt she fir'd Ambition never joyn'd two Foes more fierce Engag'd for the disputed Universe Whilst Caesar's WORLD as little cou'd afford As CHARLES his SEAS Room for a Rival-Lord On such a Theme our English Champion draws A Sword that 's no less Glorious than his Cause Here his long Banks his pouring Torrent breaks And an unbounded loose to Ruine takes Whilst Tempest-like it Gathers as it rouls The natural Start of all Impetuous Souls So roar'd his Cannons thro' the trembling Floud Th' admiring Gods for his Spectators stood Sally'd from all the utmost Ports of Heav'n To the Mid-Air to see the Onset giv'n So loud so dismal was the Voice of War That at the Scene the Bashful Thunderer With awful silence was astonisht grown Listning to Sounds more Dreadful than his own Saw Bolts of Fire in Hissing Billows drown'd And heard the Shores with greater Shocks rebound Than when the Sweating Cyclops burning Toyl Makes his own Firmamental Waters boyl So did our OSSORY's keen Lightning play Gilding the Streams and Burnishing the Sea Whilst the enlightned Waves at ev'ry Flash Drank up more Fires than when their watry Face Natures great Mirrour Elemental Glass Drinks up the Stars when in the sparkling Main The Pilot views a second CHARLES HIS WAIN Reflected Heav'ns inverted Concave lie With twinkling Lights danc'd in a Waving Skie Thus fought our OSSORY And thus inspir'd His heartned Souldiers with a Zeal untir'd Pusht thir whole Strength to th' utmost Tug of War Nor thought they could have trod on Graves too far Such vig'rous Health thir chearful Spirits wear No unrewarded Valour murmur'd there He onely exercis'd those Nerves he fed His Bounty fatning what his Courage led Thus mov'd they in the Circle of his Charms His Influence sate above to guide their Arms. Soul of their World did his great Genius flow So the high Spheres their vast tun'd Measures go Whilst Seasons Days Years dance after 'em below He was an Admiral deserv'd to grace A Constellation more than that Greek Race VVhose Honour in the ravisht Golden Prize Bore the Rich Argonaut above the Skies Where in Eternal Calms each Spangled Streamer shines Whilst everlasting Lights adorn Immortal Pines But now on Shore let 's view his next Command His Watry Chariot left to drive at Land Th'unharness'd Tritons to their Rest restor'd Whilst his Yoakt Lyons wait their mounting Lord. Here OSSORY let MONS thy Deeds proclaim And sing an English General 's deathless Fame Flanders last Battle fought and won by Thee A Battle ' gainst a Glorious Enemy Flusht with Success and long with Laurels Crown'd Perhaps before untaught to quit his ground A Foe who with his Arts of War prepar'd Batt'ries and Trenches and all Natures Guard Encamp'd with all th' Advantage of the Field Did onely to Victorious Courage yeild Raising that Siege thou didst such Wonders do Raise th' universal Siege of Flanders too For to that one determinating Blow The Northern Peace does her Foundations owe. Thus that great Work for which so long desir'd Contending Kingdoms had in vain conspir'd United fought united toyl'd and tir'd Fate did alone for thy bold Arm decree As being the onely Labour fit for Thee How far proud France's Fury uncontroul'd Unbounded like a Fiery Deluge roul'd Till OSSORY did that Great Day appear And bid the Conflagration finish there So when Omnipotence the Globe had fram'd Had spoke out Light and warring Elements tam'd When nought but his great Word in Bounds could keep The Lawless Torrents of the Mighty Deep He bid the Foaming OCEAN know the Shore Thus far its Rages Limits and no more A scarce less Work for thy Illustrious Hand Had the Decision of one Day ordain'd Flanders her Peace did to Thy Sword assigne Whilst the Libration of a World was Thine The Belgick Lyon from his Toyl set free And the long Plagues of War dispell'd by Thee Thy Bounteous Influence like o'rflowing Nile Clear'd the Sick Air and fatten'd all the Soyl. Thus the old Gods from Ida's top beheld The Phrygian Plains with Greeks and Trojans fill'd Saw Death and wild Destruction stalk around And Massacre with Blazing Chaplets Crown'd Till the warm Cause some Heav'nly mind inspir'd From a Spectator to a Champion fir'd And when on Heaps the dismal Ruines lay Steps a descending God and parts the Fray Here let the Labours of our Heroe cease Encircled in his own Creation Peace The greatest Warriours have in Ease most share And always act the shortest part in War To Victory they cut too near a way Too firm a Ground for lasting Triumphs lay And the whole work of Years ends in a Day Rare are the Toyls of all Stupendious Pow'r Great Michael fought but once and Jove no more But stay these humble Praises are too small To say he Led Fought Vanquisht Triumph'd all 'T is not enough unless all Tongues record His Principles more Glorious than his Sword The Pen of Steel alone it must not be That to fam'd Chiefs writes Immortality Men the True Heroe like the Martyr paint 'T is the Great Cause that consecrates the Saint When his Heroick Vertues spread so far The universal darling Son of War That Rival-States for his Alliance su'd His Hand and Sword by courting Nations woo'd First the great France his assail'd Passions try'd Brought her gay Cause in all her tempting Pride The Richest Haughtiest most Majestick Bride Upon her head she wore a Coronet Of Mystick Figure for the Ground was Jet A Sable Field with Sanguine Rubies set Her best-lov'd Jewel on her Arm was plac'd In Modern Mould a Roman Medal cast A JULIUS CAESAR pictur'd to the Wast Amidst her shining Breast-plates Radiant Beams Loaded with Pearl and Studded o'r with Jems A curious Eye might at a Glimpse see drawn In Aëry Rays of scatter'd Silver Dawn An Inlaid Remnant of a CROSS she bore But Shaded with the Massier PRIDE she wore Upon her Shield for she was Martial drest A Painter had in Miniature exprest Her vanquisht Slaves great Leaders once and most The Lords