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A poem on the coronation of our most illustrious sovereign K. James II. and His gracious consort Queen Mary who were crown'd at Westminster, on St. George's-Day, being the 23th. this instant April 1685 written by a Person of Quality.
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Willoughby, Stephen, b. 1657 or 8.
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Wing W2862A; ESTC R17069
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A POEM ON THE CORONATION Of our most Illustrious Sovereign K. JAMES II. And His Gracious CONSORT Queen MARY Who were Crown'd at WESTMINSTER On St. George's Day being the 23th this Instant Arpil 1685 Written by a Person of Quality Jupiter in Caelis Caesar regat omnia Terris Printed by Nathaniel Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross MDCLXXXV A POEM on the CORONATION FLie Envious Time why dost our Bliss delay Repair Death's Thy wrongs give Us Day The Day which from our Woes must free us all Whom Grief would else Martyr in CHARLES'S fall That Ador'd Monarch whose Illustrious Name Alone speaks more than all the Tongues of Fame Whose Loss levy'd a Tax of Sighs and Moan And forc'd the World t'an Universal Groan Hold hold my Muse-The Dawn new-gilds the Skies See where Great JAMES our second Sun does rise And quite exhales these Vapours from our Eyes Tears and the Sable signs of Grief give way Chac'd by the Beams of this most Glorious Day A Day doubly design'd by Destiny To remain Sacred to Posterity Something for GEORGE's Birth was to It due But now it is Three Kingdoms Birth-Day too From this CORONATION We our Lives Renew Each Loyal Heart is struck by'ts Sov'reign Rays And 's fill'd at once with Gratitude and Praise Hark! how the Streets with cheerful Shouts do Ring Excessive Joys in ev'ry Bosom spring And the whole Town do 10 PAEANS sing While th' Air as loath such Loyal Sounds to lose With thousand Ecchoes does prolong each close Behold what heaps of Hatts aloft there fly Like thickn'd Clouds they steal away the Sky T' attend this Earthly Jove the World agrees In landers leave their Homes Sea-men the Seas Both English born and those that Neighbours are With Exultation cleave the yielding Air. So in some Garden deckt with Flora's Pride Where all the Glories of the Spring reside There near a Waxen Canopy we see Thousands thus Bus about the Royal-Bee Nature at this Solemnity Revives And the glad Earth by JAMES's Infl'ence Thrives Hills Vallies Woods are drest to New Attire April at its own Beauty does Admire The wing'd Musicians Carol in the Air The Spacious Meadows Green-Plush Mantles wear Nay the pleas'd Heaven 's without a Cloud appear VVhile all the Flowers of the Spring do meet And than Arabian Spices smell more sweet The Mighty Pan the Mighty Pan to Greet How sensible the Houses are 't is He VVho but in Arras Gowas the King will see Walls Windows Roofs Tow'rs Steeples all are set VVith several Eyes but the least Glimpse to get And lo the Costly Pomp is now in view VVhich claims our Wonder and our Homage too The like of this Day 's State not Italy Sings Consular Triumphs were but petty Things Rome too as short of this in Shows you 'll find As her Now Glories are from those declin'd Triumphant Sight In this one Train we may Of all that 's Noble take a full Survey Do Arms Delight ye Surfeit here your View On Troops as can th' Insulting World subdue Nay Learning here in its Perfection shines And Athens now to Westminster Resigns Religion Law each her best Charms displays Chear'd by the Warmth of His Indulgent Rayes VVho gave His Word that He 'll maintain their State His Word Unalterable as the Book of Fate VVho'll say the City Brethren Misers he And but beholds their this Days Bravery None none and by their Gallantry all guess Their Loyalty's the Cause of this Excess VVhat Rich Attire the Spirit'al Lords array VVhat Massie Coronets Adorn the Lay Such Cloaths of Gold and Silver Kill my Brain My Opticks fail and I grow Blind again Arch-Angels sure leaving their Glorious sphere Once more themselves have Bodify'd and here Resolve as English Nobles to appear Princes who 've still been waited on now wait And Bowing Here they count they sit in State But stay In this Terrestial Galary A Glitt'ring Troop of Beauties I descry VVho Ravish with too Bright a Tyrany Such Lustre ne're was seen in Thetis Train VVhen Drest i' th' Native Jewels of the Main At ev'ry Look I take new Charms arise Bright are their Diamonds Brighter are their Eyes And in each Lovely Face do plainly move Un-number'd Signs of Beauty Wit and Love Shou'd Cold Diogenes these Fair Ones see Pierc'd by their Darts he wou'd Enamour'd be But what Fresh Object 's this Invades my Eye And bids my Soul gaze there Eternally Assur'd I am our Climate never held Before a Beauty so unparallel'd All Heavenly Features joyn themselves in one To shew their Triumph in this Face alone The Salvages that Worship the Suns Rise Wou'd hate their God if they beheld these Eyes The Wealth She wears about her more does hide Than it Adorns her Native Beauty's Pride Mirour of Heav'n Wonder of the Earth Oh! thou Bright Goddess of Caelestial Birth Now Caesar's Glory Augmentable seems Since You appear and daign to mix your Beams 'T is She 'T is England's QUEEN whom thus we view QUEEN long ago and now Anointed too The Crown not Her but She the Crown does Grace Before She sway'd an Empire in Her Face Had Virgil liv'd this MARY but to see Dido had in Oblivion Slept and She Had giv'n his Muse Her best Eternity And now the Monarch of the Day 's in sight From whom the rest receive their Borrow'd Light Who giving way His Brighter Splendour own As Stars do vanish at th' approach o' th' Sun Oh! what a Flood of Virtues from Him flows How like a God Install'd on Earth He shows Thus when the Thickest Darkness Phoebus Shrowds VVith greater Fulgence he breaks through those Clouds Look on His Face his Royal Mein but mind And to be Traytors now we must be blind Mankinds Delight and Heavens chiefest Care To Vict'ry as to 's Crown the Lawful Heir The VVorld has always Shook at His Alarms At Sea and Land Success still Crown'd His Arms. Ye Bold Excluders see your Injur'd Prince And may this Sight you of your Crime convince Crouch Crouch Rebellous Sirs own your Insolence Both how to Pardon and Revenge He knows To Guard his Friends and to Destroy his Foes Down down then at His Feet without delay VVith double Loyalty His VVrongs repay Lay Iay Him in your Hearts and beg of Fate He long may Reign though he is Crown'd but late He shall for th' thing that 's slowly's sure done And He whom heaven designs to fix on 's Throne It is the longer sitting Him thereon No more shall Law less Hair brain'd Faction Rage But may His Reign bring back the Golden Age. May from His Sacred Consort 's VVombs Increase Spring Present Joy and Future Ages Peace Let 's keep that Path which He a Subject made VVho still His King Unmurmuring Obey'd Let 's think His Foes be Ours as so They are Think on His Martyr'd Father and beware And let this Sight though ended ne're be done But let it still and still be Thought upon And Thought on ev'n to Convert Rebellion FINIS