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Wigornia, (Worcester.) A poem. By Herbert Walwyn
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Walwyn, Herbert.
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1697
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WIGORNIA Worcester A POEM By HERBERT WALWYN LONDON Printed and Sold by E. Whitlock near Stationers-Hall 1697. WIGORNIA A POEM NIgh where a A Royal Lady of that Name thrown into the River and from whom it had its denomination Sabrina sweeps her Silver Traiâ— And wears her liquid Path along a b A large Meadow call'd Pitchcraft Plain Stands WIGORN hast'ning unto whose Embrace She forwards with a Willing Lover's pace Swelling her Breasts her spacious Bosom fair Full fraught with Love she spends enjoying there The Noble c A Hill whence vast quantities of Coals are brought down the Severn to Worcester and supplies all the County at cheapest Rates Clee her breast with Passion fires Which here breaks out and in bright Flames expires But her exhaustless Vigor still returns For ever kindles and for ever burns For here the Goddess leaves her Houshold Streams To come ashore and puts on all her beams Then with Maternal look surveys the Shire And where she sees it wanting Blazes there Meadows with Grass she cloaths with Wool the Fold And with both Cloath and Fire expels the Cold Cloath which the Ambitious Sultan begs to wear And his best part of Majesty has here And Fire which had Prometheus but knew He had forbore his Theft and ' scap'd the Vengeance too Rocks have oblig'd the d Exod. 17.6 Good with Streams before But here a Stream with Rocks obliges more 'T is the same Hand is working for them Yet He from e A Hill in Montgomery-shire where the River Severn has its rise Plinlimon Mount the River fet Then tam'd its unback'd force with loads of Jet Peter that on a Floor of Water trod f Matth. 14.29 30. And kneeling on the Mercy thank'd his God Might here with Steps more sure but Thanks as due Trust his own Feet and Praise his Saviour too Dolphins who as the Ship-wreck'd Sea-men say On their kind Backs them to safe Land convey Are here by better Natur'd g Salmons Fish outdone That Danger to prevent ashore do run That harmless Other whose mischievous make Excites Revenge by being like a Snake Strips off his slime and comes a willing Prey With him his elder Brother Lampery These and innumerable other Fish Sing in their Pans for Joy they have their Wish Thrice happy Worster thy Felicity Is perfected by added Constancy Yoaked by thy Bridge flung o're her spreading Tyde Thou hast her ever fasten'd by thy side But Thou as conscious of thy h Built by the Romans Ancient Birth And recollecting Yet thy Native Worth Think'st still of Caesar not as dead but come With his Transported Empire here from Rome William is Caesar with a Christian Name So thou besides a Christian art the same Therefore receivest Tribute in his right Won by his Sword in the fam'd i Which they fortify'd and made their Frontier against the Welch British Fight But thou hast doft the sullen looks of War And left the Mercian k Heretofore a distinct Kingdom by that Name with Princes of its own Realm to Caesar's Care Thy Armor's needless now thy Master 's here Thy Master that does the Old l Veni Vidi Vici Motto wear Churches are all the Forts thou usest now And those well lin'd with mounted Cannon too Terrors of Vice if mannag'd but aright And not turn'd back upon thee in the Fight This is the talk'd of Heavenly Temper'd Shield Which thy divine Achilles knows to weild Sexuulphus m First Bishop of Worster and Founder of the Cathedral Piety does here appear Like his Mind great his Judgment regular No Novice Colleges my thinks should be Like n 1 Timothy 3 6. Bishops from that Imputation free Th' Apostle's Rule at least is follow'd here Altho' neglected by himself o Alluding to St. Pauls in London new Building elsewhere What time and Time do's much to Words and Works To English Preachers and to English Kirks Did raze and alter fresher times took care And Piety renew'd did new repair Not but the Holy Man was sometimes blam'd That it was not to please all Humours fram'd Like Nezer's Statue Gold and Brass and Clay But then alas 't had Headless been some day The trait'rous Head would 'a look'd the wrong way Remember'd Years have seen an Hostile Rout Pull of her Roof and tear her p In the last Civil War its Leads and Organs were took away Bowels out As if 't were not enough the World should see And senseless of God's Omnipresency Let in Wide Heav'n th' Impiety to View Defieing both th' One and th' Other too The Churchs Leads they into Bullets form'd And vainly thought they then had God disarm'd In Magazines of Life they chose out Death So some Men suck the Plague in with their Breath Heaven saw the Challenge and the Church to skreen The whilst his Vengeance heated stood between Ruin and it then Pour'd his Vials forth And Force repaid with Force and q Alluding to the violent Deaths of the Chief Fomenters of that War on both sides Wrath with Wrath Instructed Ire the Seeds of Discord swep From every Party to one common heap Then burnt it up the Ashes cur'd the Wound By divine Art apply'd the Church made sound Here Arthur wisest r King Henry the 7th Henry's wiser Son Did from a Crown to Sanctuary run And tired with State-noise here laid him down And was in Life and Death the next a Å¿ King John there also Buryed Crown The Palace next the Bishops long abode Stands with an humble Boldness near its God A Place 't was sure by Providence design'd For the just Medium of a Prelate's Mind t Between the Colledge and the Severn Between the two extreams of Cold and Heat The Atheists chillness and the Zealots sweat One side the Palace looks into the flood The other is by the Cathedral view'd That side the Severn stands as 't were at Bay Viewing the Place unmindfull of its way Holding her Mirrour for who dares to look And read the impartial Story of her Book I did and to my thinking plain was seen Th' impression where the Palace had been in The Stream was deep and the House safe on Ground I Chid my Sight and said it would 'a drown'd Had it been there at which Sabrina smil'd And after Invocation answer'd mild What thou seest Son ingrav'd upon my Breast Is Figure and as such is there express'd I answer'd not the Oracle but bow'd And the fair Shape sunk down beneath her flood Yet as she went my thought she would have said Put up thy Pious Anger spare the Dead This Prohibition seal'd up all but thought And a deep Sigh or two I strait-way fetcht And then I thank'd my God and thank'd the King That took the one and did the other bring More to the Left in the same Neighbourhood Stands the round Mount whereon the u Built by a Sheriff or Governour of the City