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B01383 An anniversary poem on the sixth of May, His Royal Highess miraculous deliverance, then at sea, from the shipwreck of the Glocester. Jamque dies (ni fallor) adest quem semper acerbum semper honoratum (sic dii voluistis) habebo. 1683 (1683) Wing A3243; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[166] 1,320 1

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AN ANNIVERSARY POEM ON The Sixth of May His ROYAL HIGHNESS miraculous Deliverance then at Sea from the Shipwreck of the GLOCESTER Jamque Dies ni fallor adest quem semper acerbum Semper honor atum sic Dii voluistis habebo NO Art no change of Pencils can display The Checquer'd Fate of this important Day Nor knows the Muse what Numbers to imploy Sufficient for its Grief and for its Joy Consulting Heaven determin'd to restore Our Royal Heroe to the longing Shore Which fixt Decree no Chance could countermand Nor Wind nor Wave nor more destructive Sand Nor all the crying Guilt and impious Rage Of a most factious and ingrateful Age Which yet in part the Blessing did destroy Nor could our Crimes admit the perfect Joy But while we triumph in his wisht Return Are forc'd his Follow'rs dismal Wreck to mourn Vain were the Muse would labour to express That fatal Hours unspeakable distress Besides if any Words such Grief could fit At best 't were impious Art and cruel Wit 'T were sin to bring the mournful Scene in view And wound our pious Heroes Heart anew Too much the pangs that then did rend his Brest Ev'n by his savage Foes must be confest Such Agony that minute seiz'd his mind He thought the Care that sav'd his Life unkind Ye mighty Spirits you that then expir'd With Minds for any brave Adventure fir'd Let not your Ghosts repine that you did yield To such tame Fate without a Foe in Field Without a Price for such Heroick Breath And Standards seiz'd to signalize your Death Without the Trophees of the Souldiers Toil Whole Groves of Ensigns gain'd and Hills of Spoil Let no such thought great Souls your joys suppress Or make the happy Fields delight you less Such Honours were to former Worthies known And every Age has Spoils and Trophies shown But this new silent Method of your Fate Renown yet unrecorded does create While you from thence unequall'd Glory claim And stand unrivall'd in the Roll of Fame Let then bright Minds Applause so vast as this Reach to your World of Joy and raise your Bliss Rest pleas'd that ere you perish'd you could see Your Royal Master from the Wreck set free That you his safety hail'd with latest Breath And had his Tears to consecrate your Death Next for the scatter'd Remnant scarce secur'd From that sad Lot their Noble Mates endur'd While lab'ring Heav'n no Miracles did spare To second their indulgent Masters Care Let Angels sing the Goodness he exprest Condol'd their Suff'rings and their Wants redrest While such Supplies his Bounty did convey As almost heal'd the Ruines of the Day Such Virtue did Aeneas Brest imploy Once more preserving the Remains of Troy His scatter'd Troop collecting on the Shore Sav'd now from Flouds as from the Flames before O for a Maro of this Age to raise With equal Verse our equal Heroes praise Nor shall succeeding Times the Work disclaim That speaks great JAMES his Suff'rings and his Fame How do I curse the Muse my Youth withdrew From gainful Science to the Chiming Crew Yet when on his lov'd Name she lends her Aid I bless my Lot and think my Griefs repaid Soon as you please ye Pow'rs my Frame confound Blend me with Brother-Insects in the Ground Dissolve your Wretch the Times and Fortunes Slave O'r-prest with Wrongs and stretching for the Grave For ever shroud me in the silent Clay No more the Scorn of Fools and Villains Prey Forgetting and Forgotten by Mankind Giv'n All to Fate no Atom left behind But oh whatever Songs of mine are grac't With JAMES his Deeds let their Remembrance last To them kind Heav'n immortal Ages give Let me be lost but let those Numbers live LONDON Printed for Jo. Hindmarsh Bookseller to his Royal Highness at the Black Bull in Cornhil