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Britannia rediviva, a poem on the birth of the prince
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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1688
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is Godlike God in his own Coyn to pay But you Propitious Queen translated here From your mild Heav'n to rule our rugged Sphere Beyond the Sunny walks and circling Year You who your Native Clymate have berest Of all the Virtues and the Vices left Whom Piety and Beauty make their boast Though Beautiful is well in Pious lost So lost as Star-light is dissolv'd away And melts into the brightness of the day Or Gold about the Regal Diadem Lost to improve the lustre of the Gem. What can we add to your Triumphant Day Let the Great Gift the beauteous Giver pay For shou'd our thanks awake the rising Sun And lengthen as his latest shaddows run That tho' the longest day wou'd soon too soon be done Let Angels voices with their harps conspire But keep th' auspicious Infant from the Quire Late let him sing above and let us know No sweeter Musick than his Cryes below Nor can I wish to you Great Monarch more Than such an annual Income to your store The Day which gave this Vnit did not shine For a less Omen than to fill the Trine After a Prince an Admiral beget The Royal Sov'raign wants an Anchor yet Our Isle has younger Titles still in store And when th' exhausted Land can yield no more Your Line can force them from a Foreign shore The Name of Great your Martial mind will sute But Justice is your Darling Attribute Of all the Greeks 't was but one Hero's due And in him Plutarch Prophecy'd of you A Prince's favours but on few can fall But Justice is a Virtue shar'd by all Some Kings the name of Conq'rours have assum'd Some to be Great some to be Gods presum'd But boundless pow'r and arbitrary Lust Made Tyrants still abhor the Name of Just They shun'd the praise this Godlike Virtue gives And fear'd a Title that reproach'd their Lives The Pow'r from which all Kings derive their state Whom they pretend at least to imitate Is equal both to punish and reward For few wou'd love their God unless they fear'd Resistless Force and Immortality Make but a Lame Imperfect Deity Tempests have force unbounded to destroy And Deathless Being ev'n the Damn'd enjoy And yet Heav'ns Attributes both last and first One without life and one with life accurst But Justice is Heav'ns self so strictly He That cou'd it fail the God-head cou'd not be This Virtue is your own but Life and State Are One to Fortune subject One to Fate Equal to all you justly frown or smile Nor Hopes nor Fears your steady Hand beguile Your self our Ballance hold the Worlds our Isle FINIS a Whit-Sunday b Trinity-Sunday c Alluding only to the Common-wealth Party here and in other places of the Poem d Rev. 12. v. 4. e The Cross. f The Crescent which the Turks bear for their Arms. g The Pope in the time of Constantine the Great alluding to the present Pope h K. James the Second i The Lemmon Ore. k Alluding to the Temptations in the Wilderness l Virg. Aeneid I. m Edw. the black Prince Born on Trinity-Sunday n The Motto of the Poem explain'd o St. George p Alluding to the passage in the 1. Book of Kings Ch. 24. v. 20th q Original Sin. r The Prince Christen'd but not nam'd s Jehovah or the name of God unlawful to be pronounc'd by the Jews t Some Authors say That the true name of Rome was kept a secret ne hostes incantamentis Deos elicerent u Candie where Jupiter was born and bred secretly x Pallas or Minerva said by the Poets to have been bred up by Hand y The sudden false Report of the Prince's Death z Those Gyants are feign'd to have grown 15 Ells every day a In the second Book of Kings Chap. 4th b Sam. 4th v. 10th c Exod. 17. v. 8th d Aristides see his Life in Plutarch