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A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems
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1680
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Wing P2696; ESTC R8471
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A POEM ON THE HISTORY OF Queen Hesther AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE Lord Chief Justice HALES And other Occasional POEMS LONDON Printed for William Leech at the Crown in Cornhill OCCASIONAL POEMS A Poem on the History of Queen Hesther VAsti Deceas'd the Beauties do convene Each o' th' fair Rivals hoping to be Queen Ahasuerus as his Peers do move Most readily inclines to please his Love Hesther succeeds Neither mean Birth nor State Prevents the Match nor yet great Haman's hate The Nobler Virgins and his Diadem Are void of Lustre as he views this Gem. Haman at this time was most high in Court None so in Favour Splendor Princely port To him the People bow'd as he past by The Admiration of each Heart and Eye Poor Mordecai mean-while lay in the Gate In a forlorn and despicable State From him the lofty Courtier look'd for more Seeing such Grandeur and himself so Poor The cross-grain'd Captives knee would not conform So his sweet Calm ends in a dreadful Storm Ambition crost like to the Sea doth rage Restless and boundless nothing can asswage Slighted by one of the Captivity For this the Nation Root and Branch shall dye Caesar is thus incenst There is a Sect Mixt with your people who perversly Act Foes to your Laws and stablisht Government Let them be slain no Treasure there shall want 'T was Death enough for Jacob's Seed to be In a strange Land sad by each Willow-tree Condoling there in heavy mournful Songs Their own distress their Nations Woes and Wrongs Men Women Children Babes of a span long And tender Mothers both the Old and Young All must become one common Sacrifice So Haman counsels and the King complies Unhappy Princes 't is too oft their Fate Thus by surprize to shade the Ills they hate Like cunning Fowlers corrupt Statesmen walk They seek themselves and make their Masters stalk Mordecai warned Counter-plots the Plot His Cause is good the Enemies is not He Caesar saved who so fit to bring Help to the Church as he that sav'd the King He sav'd his Life and in as true a sence No saves his Honour and his Innocence Though the Seal Royal be to the Decree 'T is Loyal to resist Conspiracy Cloathed in Sack-cloth he bewails the Harm Then in the Queens Ear sounds the sad Alarm Commands her to propitiate the King She and her People both are perishing Puts her in mind of her once low Degree And how oblig'd by present Dignity 'T is threatned Death if Hesther do obey 'T is worse than Death if the make no Essay Distracting thoughts perplex her trembling breast Her feeble Sex can scarce hard words digest A frowning Look and from a Royal Eye Is wound enough to make weak Woman dye Led by Example of the Ages past She and her Maids do keep a privy Fast Flesh suggests Danger noble Faith saies Nay The Path of Danger is the safest Way Thus Arm'd she boldly ventures Fears not Death Nor the King's wrath nor Haman's poys'nous breath How overcoming is a pleasing Face When it is backed with the pow'r of Grace Great like her Courage proves the good success Fury is turn'd into a kind Embrace Another Edict now there is dispatcht The fatal Blow must fall where it was hatcht Most righteous Sentence They who mischief plot Still in the close have mischief for their lot Hesther is favour'd Mordecai doth Rise Proscribed Israel Lives proud Haman Dies To the KING On His Recovery from Sickness and being expected to Dâ—â—â— at Guild-hall the last Lord-Mayors-Day AFter dark dismal gloomy Winters day Summer approaching and bright Phoebus Ray Each Vegetable buds the Trees look green Birds fall a-singing as the Sun is seen So doth your welcom Royal Presence bring After Autumnal Grief a Joyful Spring The Fogs and Clouds Great Sir offending you Caus'd an Eclipse on your great City too Before Consumptive then she lay ev'n dead Dangers and Sickness threatning you the Head Fainted and pined felt by sympathy Malignant Rome and your less Malady But now that your Majestick beams dispence From your own Health a healing Influence 'T is as a Resurrection she Revives Scorns to be Bed-rid Lives and Hopes and Thrives Verdure and Blossoms spring up in her Face With'ring Time ceaseth as you warm the place This turns October into pleasant May And makes my Lord Mayors as a Jub'lee day Your Sick Lands healed with your Majesty Would raise the Comfort into Extasie Proel for Parl. sitting next day after the Lord-Mayors-Day Auspicious Edict Well it did portend Counsel to Enter as the Feast to End Kindness dissolves Kings that are Ir'n to Force Are won by Love to run their proper Course An ELEGY on the Death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales BRing your Oblations Poet Laureat Wits Here is a Subject your best Art befits From me a meaner Off'ring must suffice Who want a Brain for such a Sacrifice But what needs an Encomium Silly Verse Does but debase this more deserving Herse Is he Deceased Hales the Learn'd the Just Once the great Wonder now but common Dust What heart droops not at his departing hence 'T is as the Sun-set his Set Influence Like that great Light rejoycing in his Sphere He ran his Circuit profiting ev'ry where With an Impartial hand turn'd Justice Scale The poor man's Patron helpt where Fees did fail A Ruling great Example of the Gown True to himself his Country and the Crown But I offend His own great worth exprest And better proves He knew most and did best Enamel'd worth As he was Learn'd and Just High above praise so low as very Dust Hence petty Grief Death here wounds a whole Nation It calls for more than common Lamentation Church and State put on black Mourn friends Mourn all The loss is vast and Epidemical This worthy Pillar being faln to ground Where is another Atlas to be found Where 's such a Healer Where so right an Eye Sage to Discern and faithful to Apply You of the Long Robe in each Inns-a-Court To Cooke's great Name add Hales his good Report May it prove Seminal of your Excellence In propagating Law and Conscience A thousand Phoenix if it may be rise Out of his Ashes good like him and wise To build up Justice wrongs and vice asswage And re-inforce the beggar'd Bankrupt Age. In whom surviving It may yet be said The Oracle of Law still Lives though Dead The Epitaph Ingenious Reader stay and drop a Tear England's great Darling and Defence lies here Weep Widow'd Nation weep till streams do fall Like a kind Bride his Love was Conjugal To Sir George Jeffreys on his being Knighted NOt that you need this silly Offering Nor would I seem to Rival with the King 'T were bold and saucy as absurd and vain After his Sword to dare to praise again I have my Laurel if my Rhime express A grateful sense of your great Worthiness That Worth which made you high in hearts before Now winning Caesar's