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A pindarick poem, to His Grace Christopher Duke of Albemarle, &c. lately elected Chancellour of the University of Cambridge
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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A PINDARICK POEM TO HIS GRACE CHRISTOPHER Duke of Albemarle c. LATELY ELECTED CHANCELLOUR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE LONDON Printed for Randal Taylor 1682 TO HIS GRACE CHRISTOPHER Duke of Albemarle c. A POEM I. YE sacred Powers that inspire The breasts of happy Bards with vocal fire Do not ye sacred Powers disdain The meanest of your Train Ye who the sweet Dircean Swan did upward bear Methinks I see him now methinks he there Sails o're the bosom of the liquid Air See with what sweet consent his wings do play How evenly they cut his noble way How he the distant Earth surveys on every side And wonders at himself with decent pride How swift blest Swan thy Wings do move Swifter than Light than Death than Love Nor may thy reason call in vain How swift blest Swan thou' rt here again While we Plebeians of the Air Do wonder from afar Do wonder thus to see thee soar Where winds could never fly before But much more wonder when we hear In what melodious notes you break the tunefull air Yet did thy numbers onely tell What youth at Nemea Pisa did excell Had ALBEMARLE been e're among The deathless subjects of thy winged song thou 'dst held Ismenus stream with far more sweet delay Nay thou hadst forc'd thy airy way Above the happy mansions of Eternal Day II. Beauteous Albion happy Isle On whom kind Heavens ever smile Fairest spot of all below Of all cold Neptunes arms around do flow Great Parent of Great Arts and Men When did any Hero when Any so Illustrious shine Beauteous Albion of thine Quickly His active Soul attain'd its prime Too swift for the dull measurer Time None e're so soon Virtues fair race begun None e're the prize so early won Unless the silver-footed Thetis Son Unless the brave Thessalian Boy The future fate of perjur'd Troy O're Rocks which heightned by eternal Snow Familiar with the Clouds did grow O're savage Vales the sporting Youth would go He toy'd with Pain with Danger play'd And Death His recreation made Should some fierce Beast who long did reign The dreaded Monarch of the neighbouring Plain Should it by chance but strike His eye Forth the swift-footed Youth did fly With His young foot his neck He prest With His young hands He rent the Beast In vain he strove In vain did roar In vain the senseless Earth he tore With dreadfull pleasure the bold Youth would smile And to His frighted Guardian panting bear the spoil III. To ALBEMARLE bring back thy wandring song To ALBEMARLE the Great the Valiant the Young In whom most distant Virtues are In whom with mingled grace appear The softness of mild Peace and fierceness of rough War Good Loyal Bounteous Hospitable Brave Yet not the Courts nor Fortunes slave So Good so easie of access His height but makes Him seem the less None e're so much Himself conceal'd From those His conversation held None e're so secretly excell'd Whilst with delight insensible they grew And scarce the present blessing knew So when the Earth swelling with humble pride It s well dissembled height would hide To the pleas'd Traveller no rise appears When He walks wrapt in Clouds Companion of the Stars So Bounteous His Plenty was not given With greater easiness by willing Heaven Then the large-hearted Youth bestows Then it to wanting Virtue flows So Hospitable Jove himself ne're found Plenty with greater Freedom crown'd When He vouchsafes to be a Guest At some just blameless Aethiopians Feast 'T was His Great FATHER clear'd our Earth Of ev'ry pestilent birth But 't is He past Virtues rough streight And her non ultra fixt unpassable by Fate IV. How did our wretched Island labour How Sedition did all o'reflow Like some enraged Torrent whose Impetuous course Disdains the mean restraint of mortal force In vain the Woods the Rocks resist in vain While he o're all does Victor reign And meditates destruction to the Plain Onely in dismal noise the rebel Waves agree And carry war not tribute to the Sea 'T was ALBEMARLE did first oppose its way 'T was He did the loud ruine stay How did it shrink How did it all Its scatter'd waters homeward call And in the deep low channel of Obedience fall How did the abject Many fear When ALBEMARLE did first appear When He lift up His awfull head All storms of Mutiny fled Religions airy blasts did cease And the calm Multitude slid gently into Peace V. As the blest Sun doth his fair beams display When with returning light From the cold Pole he dissipates the winter and the night Shedding kind heat and doubling day Such did our much-wish'd CHARLES return With such mild Influence such gentle Lustre burn Like the fair dawn to His bright day Like the fair Star which did prepare its way The comly'st of the fires above The beauteous Favourite of the Queen of Love Such thy GREAT FATHER shone Conspicuous even in CHARLES's noon Then did each gentle Muse take wing For He the Muses too set free From Ignorances slavery More shall they ow to His Posterity And of much-suffering Charles of Charles triumphant sing And so they sung as when above Their numbers charm'd returning Jove When the bold Sons of Earth to Hell were driven By the Great ALBEMARLE of Heaven VI. How much do we of Thy Great FATHER see God-like ALBEMARLE in Thee Thô now ascrib'd to the blest Gods above He drinks Immortal Nectar with Immortal Jove Yet could not envious Death prevail Hereditary Worth should fail Soon didst Thou fill His place soon Thou Didst Thy great Lineage show While He like Virgil's sacred Bough Thô pluck'd by Fate still His rich line does hold And still survives in Thy succeeding gold With Thee our pious PRINCE secure shall go By Monsters worse than those below Monsters which from the lees of Peace and dregs o' th' Rabble grow With Thee secure His course shall take By the reviving Hydra of the Leman lake Free from Furies thô th' agree From the Briarean Many free No harm from thence His height invades With His own light He dissipates those empty shades 'Till He but late late let it be shall come To the blest Elyzium 'Till He shall reach the Happy Quire And there consult our Good there with His Martyr'd Sire VII But who shall now best o're the Muses reign Whose Empire will not they disdain 'T is ALBEMARLE 't is He alone Who all His Great Fore-Fathers Greater has outgon 'T is He the God-like He Shall hold the Muses Monarchy For who so soon for who so young Who shall so much so late so long Give deathless matter to the Muses Song How much those Arts to Him shall ow Which with His Fathers Victories did grow How much the Muses flourish too Thô with Ambiguous Ills beset Sullen Perverseness intricate Deceit From Double Rome from Dull Geneva threat Their innocent and humble Seat This peacefull Calm portends the War This too still Silence shows it near As if they onely would the signal hear So when two Clouds their dismal shock prepare On the vast plains o' th gloomy Air A sudden silence damps the World below Onely the frighted Winds through every Grove In distant hollow murmurs or dry whistlings move And Natures self some fear does seem to show Yet shall no Thunder e're the Muses peace invade Beneath your Lawrells happy shade While they through You sweet soft repose enjoy You shall their choicest Verse employ Thy Virtues their immortal subject be While vocal Cam flows all to Thee VIII Great the alliance is of Wit and Arms The Muse the Warrior to just Valour warms Numbers do first the Soul engage Then temper and rebate its rage The Grecian Youth had Plough'd in vain The surges of the untry'd Main Had not Sweet Orpheus charm'd the Noble Train 'T was He their active spirits did raise For well tun'd Souls a part in consort bear And strike themselves the Note they hear Nor wonder is 't they so agree For Souls themselves are harmony And what he best inspir'd best did praise She whom in some exalted thought Jove on his teeming Brain begot And thence presides o're Mortal Wit below O're gentle Arts which from soft Peace do flow Yet She the fatal spear does weild Yet bears the Petrifying Shield Nay did so brave so valiant prove She ev'n in Heaven did envy move When She secur'd the doubtfull Throne of Jove IX Vain were all Worth all Virtue vain Should Lifes poor circle the short good contain Should it like us too die Like us too unregarded undiscover'd lie Yet would it die yet would decay Yet like us too would melt away Did not the Muses tunefull breath Raise equal to the Gods immortal Man Exempt from Chance secure of Death Stretch to Eternity his wretched span And envy him to the shades beneath Much Virtue was there many Actions done Actions worthy of renown E're scorched Xanthus purple flood Vainly Great Peleus greater Son withstood Yet are not they nor are their actors known They and their actors both forgotten flow Where dull Oblivion drags its lazy stream below For they no Muse no living Muse did know Some happy Favourite of the Nine Some Spencer Cowley Dreyden shall be Thine Happy Bards who erst did dream Near thy own Cam's inspiring stream He midst the records of immortal Fame He midst the Starrs shall fix Thy Name The Muses safety and the Muses Theam FINIS