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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