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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30862	A panegyrick on His Most Excellent Majesty King William IIId occasioned by the happy conclusion of the general peace, September the 20th, 1697.	G. B.	1697 (1697)	Wing B68; ESTC R28326	3,746	13

to 's Pride and give 's Ambition Law That Vaunting Prince whose vain Ambitious Mind Victory o're us and all the World design'd And to an Universal Monarchy aspir'd With 's beaten Fleet behind Strong Forts retir'd Sees the Britannia with a just disdain Riding Triumphant on the Liquid Plain To keep Your Right and Lord it on the Main O would this Theam some Abler Pen inspire To give just Praise where I can but admire Or would Great Homer now revive again To write Your Actions in that Lofty Strain As once he sung nor did he sing in vain Of Gods and Heroes as he rais'd his Voice When Wars and Battels were his Lofty Choice Or would some mighty Virgil now rehearse In Golden Lines and never-dying Verse Your Glorious Acts the Immortal Piece should be Ingrav'd in Brass t' instruct Posterity To rouse Luxurious Monarchs from their Ease To do like You and Emulate Your Praise Teach Amorous Sots to shun a Woman's Charme Having been circled in more Noble Arms Kindle in tender Breasts a Warlike Fire And their soft Souls with Daring Thoughts inspire Then Times to come should celebrate Your Birth And future Heroes Copy from Your Worth Their Souls inspir'd by Your Immortal Fame Would Tyrants Crush and Gallick Monsters Tame And terrify their Boldest Foes with Your repeated Name Thus Great You are and thus unenvyed stand Since what you Act transcends what You Command Not like Luxurious Kings neglect the State Or to a General trust a Kingdom 's Fate In Person all Your Great Exploits are done You conquer all Your Self and make the Work Your own O happy those that such a Prince obtain Happy the Kingdoms where such Monarchs Rain Blest the Allyance Crown'd with such a Head And Troops by such a Daring Courage led Happy are they whom such Examples Fire And bravely in such a Glorious Cause Expire How undismay'd they meet approaching Death With what Delight they Gasp their Dying Breath And dare their Fate when such a Prince is by Who us'd to Conquer never fears to Dye 'T is brave to quit one's Life for Common Good And Seal one's Love to You with Streams of vital Blood If thus by Arms You 've won us such Renown Now Europe's Quiet doth Your Actions Crown Now Martial Noise is husht and Battels cease Happy You 'l make the Effects of such a Peace Our Trade shall flourish and our Wealth Increase We shall with Plenty and Excess be cloy'd And all that Heaven can grant by us enjoy'd The World 's whole product be in England view'd And in our Isle the Golden Age renew'd Our Merchants unmolested on the Main Shall free Commerce with Neighbouring States regain Who shall with Europe's Wealth our Stores supply And choicest Wines to feed our Luxury We shall the Luscious Sweets of Asia know The Indies both shall to our Havens flow And Africk's dazling o're at every Tide On the sweet Stream of Silver Thames shall Ride Your dread Commands all Countries shall Obey And to Your Stores their Grateful Tribute Pay Our Different Factions You shall Reconcile And reunite our now-Divided Isle Those stubborn Souls which Justice ne're could Tame Shall become Vassals meerly to Your Fame Those misled Fools who scorn'd to own Your Power By Your Merit won shall Loyal Thoughts restore And pay the Allegiance they deny'd before A Series of new Time shall now begin And every Rowling Year shall usher in A long continned Scene of Happiness But here My Muse Transported with the Endless Bliss The welcome Peace approaching to our Isle And to those high flown Thoughts that Lofty Stile The Subject craves unable to aspire Must the high Theme desist and silently admire G. B. FINIS Note His Majesty was born a Posthumus just after his Father's Death

A PANEGYRICK On His Most Excellent Majesty King William the IIId. Occasioned by the HAPPY CONCLUSION OF THE GENERAL PEACE SEPTEMBER the 20th 1697. LONDON Printed for Richard Baldwin near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-Lane MDCXCVII A PANEGYRICK On His Most Excellent Majesty King WILLIAM the Third GREAT Prince the Arbiter of Europe's Fate Happy Restorer of our Tottering State That dost the Rule of willing Nations sway Whilst Your Commands Submissive Kings obey And he who to the World 's Extreamest end Strove his Ambitious Scepter to Extend That what he once Usurpt would now Restore And Suppliant like from You his Peace Implore Pardon my tender Muse's bold Design Whilst some kind Heav'nly Power Inspires my Pen Which though in humble Accents strives to Raise Wonder at Your Great Deeds and Trophies to Your Praise When Great Nassau in Arms and War Renown'd Whose bold Attempts such great Success had Crown'd And done such Mighty Things and more Design'd T'untimely Fate His Warlike Soul Resign'd To Asswage the Sorrow at his Obsequies You Phoenix like did from his Ashes Rise And as a Rising-Sun that Joy restore Which set in Seas of Tears the Night before His Breath transfus'd to Yours it did Inspire With the same Martial Heat the same Desire His Soul possest before it did Expire His Courage You Improv'd and as it Rose Try'd it with Skilful Fury on Your Foes In Tender Youth You felt Wars Rough Alarms The Common Good exciting You to Arms. This let the Fights of Mons and Seneff tell How first You Fought and Fighting did excel The pleasant Mase and Sambres conscious Stream Can Witness to Your Deeds and Speak Your Fame Where You when Young Your Conquering Troops have led And Mighty Armies have before You fled Where too so oft You 've swel'd the blushing Flood With heaps of Slain and Streams of Gallick Blood Your drooping Country o're-ran with Fire and Sword To Ancient Splendor was by You Restor'd Its Ruin with gen'rous Pity You beheld Then bravely dar'd and bravely too Repell'd The Insulting Foe whose swoln Ambitious Mind That thought 't was all his own or else Design'd Within just bounds was by Your Sword Confin'd And next by Heav'n Inspir'd and to pursue Your Great Designs to our Relief You flew There all those Mists and Gloomy Clouds dissolv'd Which our unhappy Island had involv'd Arm'd with the Right and Justice of Your Cause Reform'd Religion and Restor'd the Laws Which were before expell'd 't was bravely done And justly You obtain'd and wear a Crown To which Your Deeds declare You have as good A Right by Merit as You have by Blood That Labour done Tempestuous Seas You Crost Reducing Kingdoms that before were Lost The stubborn Irish tam'd and at the Boyne A Vict'ry and Immortal Glory won And should my Pen decline this noble Theme Yet Fame it self would publish when the Stream A Thousand Ages hence shall Run no more The Wonders You perform'd upon the Shore How undismay'd You stem'd the eager Tide And turn'd the Doubtful Vict'ry on Your Side How Smoak and Sulphur fill'd the Air and Storms Of hissing Bullets flew in various Forms Death and Destruction rang'd about the Field And Thousands to their Fate their Gasping Breaths did yield Yet all those threatning Dangers You despis'd And more than Life the Common Good You priz'd Some Foe Inspir'd by Hell design'd Your Fall But Heaven averted the too daring Ball The Conscious Ball flew hissing by Your side Saw its Mistake then quickly graz'd and dy'd Some unseen Pow'r protects Your Life and Crown Who for Your Countrey 's safety do neglect Your own In Namur's Siege that Glorious Siege we find The next Experience of Your daring Mind Where just success deserving Valour found And Lofty Louis his Superior found His Army looking on You won the prize All Your Great Deeds before this One does signalize How unlike to this was the fam'd Troy of Old Of which such strange Romantick Tales are told None did the use of Modern Engines know To hurl Destruction on the assailing Foe But the Old Walls their Nodding Heads reclin'd Their Forts submitting to the very wind Though built by Gods to Men at last resign'd What noble Act was in this Siege to be A Subject fit for lasting Poetry Yet the blind Bard with an Inspir'd Pen Wrote this Mock-siege in so sublime a strain And the Greek Heroes has extoll'd so high As if with daring Hand they 'd storm'd the Sky And ' gainst the gods obtain'd a Victory What would he write had he the Town survey'd G'ainst which Bold You Your Chearful Squadrons lead Whose Rocky Walls like pointed Cliffs do rise That pierce with their stupendious height the Skies And with their pondrous weight oppress the Ground Engines of massy Brass being planted round Who when in flames disgorge their sulph'rous breaths In various forms disperse a thousand Deaths With hissing noise Great Flaming Globes extend Which Fear and Death diffusively extend Their Common Fate whole Troops together found Whilst thundring Drums and Trumpets dreadful sound The louder Groans of dying Men confound So when the Foe sprung their Infernal Mines Curst as their Counsels close as their Designs In Flakes of Fire the shatter'd Rocks did rise Which fill'd with gloomy Clouds the darken'd Skies Thick in the Air the darting Meteors flew Which seem'd the Ancient Chaos to renew And struck with horror all except undaunted You. Yet there you stood dispeacing Your Command Expos'd the Bulwark of the British Land Dead Corps and mangled Limbs about You spread In Rapid Balls Death hissing round Your Head No Danger You declin'd but bravely stood Too lavish for us of that Precious Blood Which many Ages through a Royal Vein To You in long successive Order ran Nor are Your Deeds to Earth alone control'd Your Naval Power 's inimitably bold Steer without Rivals to what Point they please And make Your Fame as boundless as the Seas All Nations when Your Floating Forts they view Lowring their Flags resign the Right to You Your wide Command to every Coast extends And the scorcht Moor before the English bends Neptune lays down his Trident at Your Feet And pays submissive Homage to Your Fleet. The Lofty Louis now can do no more But foam with Rage and standing on the Shore Sees from Your Ships his routed Squadrons fly And his Bomb'd Towns in dismal Ruins lye As when fierce Wolves the harmless Herd ore-pow'r Just as they wou'd their welcome Prey devour The Lordly Lyons unexpected sound Approaching near their wakeful Ears doth wound Home to their Dens they fly as swift's the Wind Grinning look back and leave their Prey behind So when the Gallick Fleet usurps Your Right And on the Seas our Trembling Merchants fright When they perceive the English Flag appear Quickly they sculk behind their Forts for fear With pregnant Sails they hasten to the Shore Quitting the Prize they took but just before The Sea You Rule and the French Monarch Awe Set Bounds