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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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TO THE KINGS MOST Excellent Majesty The Humble Petitionary Poem of EDMOND DILLON Esq Temporibus laetis tristamur Maxime Caesar Corn. Gallus ad Aug. Caesar LONDON Printed in the Year 1664. TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY The humble Petitionary Poem of EDMOND DILLON Esq PArdon Dread Sir your Suppliants bold Essay That he Petitions not the formal way Of Prose or that his pressing greivance he Dress'd in the Rags of simple Poetry Numbers though never of so faint a streame Are thought the best ingredients to a Threne The grovelling Muse that durst not towre so high Lest singed by the Sun of Majesty As strive to prove the Trumpet of your praise Such levets sound best from Maeonian layes Presumes in a low Eleglack stile That sits the Genius of her native Isle To give those plaints some kind of Mourning cloase Her prostrate Master thus most humbly shewes Great Sir whilst you fair Halcyon dayes restore Transmuting the late Age of Churlish Ore By a blest Chymistry to golden times Such as that suckling world the Poet chimes When undeflowr'd Astraea at the Helm Of every peaceful Common-wealth and Realm Presided and the streams of Justice ran Clear and unthwarted when frail mortal man With heavenly Nectar had sublim'd his blood For then the Womb of every common flood Went pregnant with that sacred drink no pride Or lux gave sources to that Scarlet tide Of blood and strife which since the Earth hath stain'd A native innocence as Empress raign'd And wise simplicity made States secure No Politicks or mischeif were in Ure Much of these blessings now like Manna show'rs On Albion from Jehovah's azure Tow'rs Dispens'd by You since that auspicious time God made his Type and lawful Steward climbe The Widowed Throne and in this Orphan-land Restor'd the Fathers Soveraign Command A land that panted underneath the weight Of Tyranny swoln to a lasting height No Joys nor lucid intervals were seen No truce to ills nor holy dayes between O were the teeming Fates ev'r brought to bed Of happier wonders in no story read Then met in you Who couldst at once set free Your peoples Necks without Phlebotomie From slavish yoaks and so resume in peace Your Scepter on which Traytors Swords did seize Christ came in peace You in that Juncture come When Janus's Fane was shut and Christendom Charm'd down her feudes to Usher in our King With a calm Sunshine This mysterious thing Or rather Miracle of Providence None fathom'd with the line of humane sence But stay You came and saw and overcame All hearts on sight outstripping Caesars fame And wing'd exploits his Triumphs sanguin'd were Your Trophies richer love and filial feare On this Foundation a kind Conquest lay'd You in short time stupendious Works display'd Struck out of Chaos that o'er spread this place A light that gave all things a smiling face As Titan doth emergent from the Sea Shoulder the night and guild the sacred day That Babel raz'd proud â—â—â—â—rous would have rear'd Here Gods anointed and the Heav'ns to beard And out of dark confusion did'st create New luminaries in the sphears of State Witness your Council Men so sage so grave And Argus-ey'd â—s dangers well may stave Off from your Crown And old Romes Senate might Have hugg'd their Maxims for a Ruling light Intrigues of State to your chief Praetor are As obvious and familiar as the Aire That he can solve the most abstruse with ease Not Cato himself could Rival him in these Your Parliaments so well affected stand Ah that your Sire had that high Court so man'd As to your Service brisk to consecrate More then your Moderation may sate The wholsome Law now vigorously returns Unto the pristine Channel and their turns Justice and Mercy in your God-like Soul Have but your Meroies the ascendant hold Those bright endowments radicate and plant The Throne upon a Base of Adamant Your Naval and Land-forces may give work Nay Plough up the invading numerous Turk With all those Barbarous Troops should they but lie Contiguous for our Heroes Chivalrie Yorks Royal Duke Your Neptune of the Seas May give our little world a Writ of ease From Forrein Wars Who as with Brazen walls With Canon Men and Oak our Isles impales Nor may Your Kingdoms dread henceforth those scars Of civil yet the most uncivil Jars Whilst the RESTORING Albermarle doth stand Your tutelar Camillus of the Land That Hydra'of Plots too often hatch'd in Hell ' Gainst You I hope is now crusht in the shell No corner of the Earth but spues forth those To Tyburn or the like Your Trayterous foes Great Princes in their spousals less consult Their private fancies then what may result To publick good both interests of weight You in your Royal Bride did complicate Whose All-divine accomplishments do lye Almost transparent to each vulgar eye As they create all Reverence and Love Which that diffusive grief last year might prove In her great sickness whose sad bruit exprest Ev'n real sobs from the Fanatique brest Clotilde Eudoxia and Pulcheria Queens only Angels quils may well pourtray Are copied out in her their vertues there Meet and constellate all on that bright spheare And what doth solace much a pious Son Your Mother Queens rich benediction And heavenly converse add to your delight Her venerable Glories feast Your sight Not Cybele the Goddess-dame of all The spangled dwellers of high heav'ns White-hall More lustre gave t' Her deathless progeny Or they to Her fam'd in old Poesie Then you do both by mutual reflex The best of Men best of the female Sex What would the Caledonian Nation crave Or England wish They by your influence have Peace Liberty and Amaltheas horn Their collaps'd Honours raised from the Urn. The peoples full content in Roman story Makes the Corolary of Augustus's Glory Which he indulg'd at his return to Rome As You have done since You arriv'd at home Whil'st these things speak you happy good and great All in Superlatives and to compleat Her Joys great Brittain nought can want If with due sence She on her bliss descant Shall your poor Irish vassals solely be Excluded still from the grand Jubile And we are Excommunicated all From mixing in the publick Festival By what Caprich of fortune doth our clime Wear blacks whilst rayes of Grace so near us shine How comes our Nation to sing Lachrimae On Jovial Christmas and the Paschal day Our Seniours who long'd Simeon-like to hear Or see their King Christs figure in his sphear Of Regal pow'r to move though they retriv'd Their drooping spirits soon as you arriv'd And seem'd like Eagles to resume their youth Thinking that day should terminate their Ruth Yet now court deaths Post-haste because they see Nought else alleviates their Miserie Our youth seem superannuated with grief There 's such cunctation us'd in their releif And maids wear squallid looks their sprightly airs Chang'd to the pallid symptoms of despairs Our Matrons spent
their tears that liquid stock In them is drayn'd by sorrows constant shock Their ills that crusted Niobies outvi'd And so t'amazement they are petrifi'd Who but a Jeremy with Enthean quil Our Woes in Tragick lines could well distil No Age or Sex but is disconsolate Such is our Countries lamentable State As if Nolls ghost should from the Stygian Strand Raise Magick Vapours still t' enchant our Land Under old bondage which his Laws impos'd For our Estates lie a great part transpos'd As he assign'd them 'twixt his Creatures shar'd And Independent hoast whose fat doth lard Numbers of them And thus did he divide Our spoyls and Fortunes and so gratifi'd His Armies active Zeal t'exterminate This Monarchy and buoy him up in State Rich Fields and Loyalty were our chief Crimes The last was Vertue in serener times For which shall we make constant Pennance thus The only Plea that should ingratiate us Who of three shatter'd Nations were the last Fought out your Cause and in your Quarrel cast The final Ruins of your Party You May with your Fiat build us up a new Who suffer'd crushing e're we 'd violate By yielding soon that Peace of Forty Eight Solemn Peice I hope 't is not forgot Your Ermines will not sully with that blot He 's scarce your Friend would seek to conjure down Those publick condescentions You did own Would Sacrifice to private ends or spleen A Glorious Monarchs hallowed esteem What need I hint the confluence of our men From all those Forraign parts they served in About your Sacred Person then abroade Those timely duties You do not explode But mind so to their Soveraign the Sea Rivers flow far and Crystal tributes pay Nor was 't by land alone in that Exile The Touchstone of true Faith as we may stile All such disasters They espous'd Your Cause But on the Ocean too steer'd by your Laws Their loyal Palinures sought to support Your Admiralty-Court from Port to Port Then as we should our hopes we anchor'd sure On Your glad Restauration for our cure Yet still our Country-business panting lyes And with slow Hectiques languishing it dyes The Irish Ordeil was the Court of Claims Few through that fire with slender venial stains Could pass unsing'd Yet were the Judges free From the least byaz of Partiality But by their Rules such as were strictly chaulk't Out for our Tryals they exactly walk't Whilst heinous Crimes are blauncht forgot or drown'd In that vast Sea of Mercy most have found Flowing in Your Amnestia only we Are left obnoxious to all scrutinie Our lives are sifted and set on the Rack False evidence suborn'd to make us black Of Heav'ns strait ingress what the Gospel says On Earth is typified in our days Our Innocence which to the test was put Must shine like that of Infants ere they shoot Up to their dangerous years or else no man Of our poor Israel enters Canaan None are restored Yet through those narrow straights Some have got in unto their old Estates And hundreds more on this preciser score To Innocence have title but the door They say is shut the time efflux'd for those As though men would your long-liv'd justice close Or bounty stint t' a few months space who can So circumscribe it shackels th' Ocean The Law defines An droit ne poit mourir An ancient Right is like the Vestal fire Never extinct though darkn'd 'tis sometime When gold or favour will not make it shine Nay some restorable by Acts of Grace And Parliament a shadow yet imbrace Whilst the effects of your intendments are Wanting they 're only Landlords titular Bill after Bill we see transmitted o're One clashing with the other though before An Act like that chaste Princess's endless web Wrought with great pains yet soon unravelled Our Souls were night-mar'd by these Ambages These Circuits did our vital bloods oppress And after all a rueful murmur was Of late there should a fatal sentence pass On Irish Interests oh a publick grief Nothing can cozen me to the belief We should be in a righteous Princes sence Made victimes to alleadg'd convenience Angels defend That that anoynted hand Should sign the desolation of a Land Or people whose hands hearts and all they have As bound are Yours devoted to the grave And if we know the Lyon by his paws Those three late Noble Irish Scaevolaes Who in Losanna did such miracles For You do by that recent feat express The loyal Genius of our Nation still To live or dye at their great Soveraigns will But with this Subject I no more shall grate Upon Your Royal patience They could state With greater Emphasis our sad distress Who long in steddy Prose made our address We have this comfort that Your Wisdoms choice Was such a Vice-Roy as by general voice Of us and all true Subjects none could be More fit to play that Arduous game than he Brave Ormond your Achates went a share In all your Forraign strayings all your cares None lov'd the KING with more entireness since Craterus did the Macedonian Prince The Spirit of his Government we found E're now so sagely temper'd and so sound As we may hope a future Plenilune Of blessings by 't and that his Grace will tune For you the Irish Harp long speechless growne In the sad solstice of Her Soveraigns Throne And with the Musick of his Ruling hand Compose the jarring Interests of that Land As once Amphion by the rise and fall Of his sweet noats had built the Theban wall Charm'd the materials thither stones that be Of different forms danc'd to a Symmetry But publick matters and affairs of State Th' officious Muse doth Supererogate To touch upon for those are things beyond Her flagging fancies humble Horizon It were presumption in a puny wit A kind of Sacriledge it may commit Handling of those absconded Misteries Not penetrable by thick-sighted eyes An honest Subject must revere not fret At the Results of 's Princes Cabinet Now give me leave most Gracious Liege to say Somewhat expressed in a doleful key Concerning my own case t is singular As I with all submission will declare When Cromwel that prodigious Tyrant was Rais'd to the height on Collosses of brass His greatness built above the shock of fate As many thought who did not meditate That so excentrique and unjust a Rise Preluded to a signal precipice When he had trampled on the necks of all His terrour became Oecumenical That Bird of prey whose sanguinary beak Quarri'd on us and did his fury wreak Who made each Fault a Capital offence And moulded Laws of bloody Elements Domitian-like when thinking of our King Were no less than a Treasonable thing If thoughts had a material substance been Or could be felt heard understood or seen Much more to Speak or Write against the State Nought but th'Offendors death could expiate Ev'n in those slavish touchy times have I It is a Truth and no thrasonick lye Declar'd