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Anglia grata: or, A hearty-English-welcome to King William after a successful campaign
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1695
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Wing A3177A; ESTC R230973
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America calls Thee Lord alone forgets the French and quite disowns Them resigns her Wealth to thy Industrious Subjects and Courts their Commerce Flanders ows her Salvation only to Thy Arms long since had she been swallow'd up a Morsel only a Luscious-bit for Lewis she pays Thee Equal-Honours with the Spanish Kings Calls Thee her Protector forgets her Ancient Jealousy and Inbred Enmity knows her Ruin was design'd by France by Thee Preserv'd Supported and Defended lays all her Angry Sentiments aside and courts Thy Saving Hand and though thy Ancestors reduc'd her Haughty Brow restor'd Religion Law and Liberty taught her the best of Virtues Humility Yet You Great Prince are now the only Prop can bear her up sunk as she was she pierks her Head and by Your Influence receives New-Life and hopes again to bid for Empire Worried almost to Death by her Unruly Neighbour is rescu'd by Thy Potent-Hand alone The Austrian-Eagles Tower aloft Revive by your Assistance and keep at Distance Infidels and French the Worse ot'h Two by Thy Successes the Frontiers of Germany are secur'd Thy Native Holland by thee preserv'd alone skreen'd from their Raging Foe and shelter'd from all Future Harms pay their most Hearty Thanks and own the Debts too great to be discharg'd in whole the Interest only can be spar'd the rest shall all be faithfully made up by their Descendents who with Duty and with Gratitude shall all declare thy Worth 'T was you Great Sir that stem'd the Tide that startled all the World the Flood of Power and Gallique-Force was brought to stand at Bay by You the Dutch took Breath and banish'd all their Fears and though the Blows were smart and heavy amazing and destructive repeated o're and o're yet soon they were return'd a Change was wrought and all by your Commanding Hand Your Breast was the Cabinet and the Treasure too Your Councils animated the Drooping State Your Presence in the Field was an Army and made Troops tho in Themselves Feeble soon Formidable And that which damp'd all ord'nary Courage gave more heat to Thine the Difficulty of the Enterprize was but an Earnest of the Success You chang'd the Scene and made 'em scorn the Thoughts of Peace to which they had lent an Ear tho neither Safe nor Honourable 'T was You Brave Prince that was resolv'd to hazard all fall with the Cause nobly expire in Honour's-Bed rather than submit to Terms so Infamous so Base and so Destructive toward the True-Interest of your Native-Land of which you were the Sole and Valiant Guardian Tender of Their Liberty and Their Trade The People all inspir'd by Thee resum'd fresh Vigor and were sure Thy Name alone wou'd them Preserve that 't was the Virtue of thy Great-Fore-Father form'd their State and Yours was destin'd to recover it And this You did Immortal Sir and now again when France Pretends to Insult her Peaceful Neighbours You beard the Monster force him recoil and think of Peace in Time and to that End all Parties all Interests are engag'd no Stone unturn'd to gain his Aim but all in vain the Allies are now too weary grown to be seduc'd again by his smooth and false Pretensions of Amity he must Restore give up the Towns and Provinces which he unjustly seiz'd and yet detains The Sword will make him do it No Faith can be allow'd him His Honour and his Word are pawn'd and broke long since His Oaths and Vows were made in Jest and so not worth the keeping The Present Union now in Europe promises Great-Good and Threatens France more than ever She Trembles at the Prospect so doleful and so hideous her Force abates her Strength and Heat declines apace her Treasures low her Commerce lost and all make way for Ruin all the World combine to strip her of her Borrow'd Plumes and make her only France her self a Land of Beauty Wealth and all that 's good but now Reduc'd Destroy'd and near abandon'd by her Prince's Pride and Cruelty all must be Sacrific'd to his Flaming Glory the Subjects Blood and Treasure too little to assist and this alone has been the Attractive of Their Neighbours Hate England Holland Germany Spain and Italy Unite against Him resolve to Humble and Abase him and return their Rights to all the Injur'd Princes and these Designs are Great and Noble and hasten on apace to be Effected What Shifts Poor Lewis makes to oppose his Angry Foes are plain to all the World he drains his People's Pockets and has Tax'd no less than Three of Four which We call Elements Fire Earth and Water all submit and so must Air to his Long Arm but that it cannot be confin'd The Gallique-Church is Moody Grumbles at the Long Continuance of the War Appeals are sent to Rome where French-Interest falls when it can no longer be supported by French-Coin That Godly Court is very Greedy Avarice and Pride attend the Place Point d' Argent Point d' Grace No Money you must have no Favour A Happy Juncture of Affairs Good Omens Sure Prognosticks of Future Good Success The Glorious Campaign is almost near an End and the Court of France in Pain for the Approaching which menaces much deeper Wounds bids 'em prepare for Fire and Sword 'T was They began the Sport and if my Skill deludes me not they will receive their due The Gallique Crown begins to totter and Lewis shakes in 's Throne Amaz'd to think that all his Perjuries his Rapines and Oppressions are now a coming strait to him The Just Reward of all his Barbarous Acts is near at Hand almost within his View a State deplor'd he Feels his Sentiments are all chagrin he must for ever lose hopes of Empire all his Glory and his Flattring-Honour are now envelop'd in the Clouds The Rising Sun no more shall be his Motto He blazes and he glares more like the Western Light appears no more in this Horizon And now Great William the Tribute of all Loyal Hearts lies at Thy Royal-Feet With Open-Arms We meet Thee and with Thanks we load Thee The Stupendious Siege of Namur Crowns Thy Fame and speaks Thee Wondrous-Great The Manly Fair and Martial Taking of the Place Inch by Inch with Sword in Hand and Hearts of Temper high as Steel No Gold No Treachery No Artifice was us'd like France to hedge in Towns but what resounds more high Relief though threatn'd came too late yet had the Pleasure all to View the Place surrender'd to their Foes of Evidences no less than a Hundred Thousand all in Arms nor dar'd to strike a Stroke to Save it the Fate of Flanders and of France the same For This Mighty Sir all Europe stands engag'd to Your Happy-Conduct All the World admires 〈◊〉 Your Bravery and Gratulates Your Success Thy very Enemies own thy Merit Unborn Babes are oblig'd to Thy Sword which is now cutting out Peace and Prosperity to usher them into the World Blessings fit only to Adorn Thy God-like Reign the Result of all thy Cares and Hazards so frequently repeated for Our Sakes for which we all Huzza Long Live King WILLIAM the Third FINIS
General to the Centinel diffus'd all o're the Mighty Body was thy Native Warmth Thy very Enemies pronounc'd Thee Insuperable Straits and Difficulties though to others Formidable You Royal Sir have vanquish'd and broke through and though you have been inviron'd with many and mighty ones both at Home and Abroad e're since You drew Your Sword and appear'd in Arms in Field of Mars yet Nothing was too hard for You to cope with Your Constancy of Mind is not to be shaken the same in Adverse-Fortune as when she Smiles Your Patience above Price and Your Resolution Immoveable What Barrs and Remora's have you not met with and remov'd Have Cemented different Opinions Religions Politiques and Interests and made 'em all one Supplying the Weakness and Defect of some Members with the Strength and Ability of Others The Greatest and Most Skilful nay and Successful too State-Physician in the Universe That Glorious Union now in Europe so Terrible and Boding to the Bourbon-House You Great Sir alone have happily Conducted and Continued against all the Efforts of France which nor her Power Artifice or Gold cou'd e're dissolve Well may we call thee Blessed Great Good and Just 'T is you alone have baffled all the Gallique Engines and this Themselves are forc'd to own The Stopping the Victorious Arms of France in the Former as well as Present War the Stemming that Impetuous Tide of Conquest and snatching the Lawrels from the Greatest Generals of the Age at the Head of the best Troops in the World was surprizing and amazing and this with Men Undisciplin'd and Raw without Officers or Soldiers and at a Time so Fatal when Civil-Commotions invade the State and Threaten naught but Ruin The Balm you brought Sir heal'd all these Wounds Forreign and Intestine You restor'd Private-Peace and Publick too You Fac'd your Foes in Field of Battel repell'd 'em and regain'd the Lost Provinces But above All and beyond Compare was the Stupendious Revolution here at Home How Swift Great Prince You flew to Our Rescue How soon you came to Guard Us from Bondage and Destruction Sav'd Our Religion and Our Laws Those Inestimable Jewels and with the Hazard of Your Royal Person bravely contending with Winds and Waves Ice and Snow Your Hand alone preserv'd Us from Impendent Danger When You Our Glorious Sun appear'd Our Foes soon Fled quitted the Sacrifice though near the Altar and ran in Confusion Scotland and Ireland owe their Peace and Plenty to You Rebels and Foreigners expell'd and gon nought resists Your Conquering Hand Victory proud of Your Presence only wants to see you and Fortune her self as blind as she is thought can find the Head fit only for Lawrels can distinguish True from False-Merit and extend her Rewards The Tribute she brings and Lays at your Royal Feet is but Your Due But what shall the English Nation return for Your Bounties and Royal Residence for the Graces and Blessings that issue from Your Sacred Breast For thy Strong Arm that Defends and Protects them against their Cruel and Voracious Neighbour Monuments shall be erected to thy Goodness and to perpetuate thy Name and History more Costly and more Durable than ever yet were seen Gold is too Mean too Base and too Cheap for thy Statue Pearl and Diamonds too Common and Contemptible to be employ'd therein New Mettals and more Refin'd more Beautiful and more Lasting will meet a Discovery for thy sake alone All England shall contribute to the Work and Express their Gratitude by their Generosity The Senate is Impatient to let You into their Bosom and thence to their Purses open'd wide for your Service New Honours are Decreed You greater than Rome cou'd ever give or Caesar receive All Hearts are Open all Bags Untied all Treasuries Expanded to express their Joy and Duty More shall be given than Demanded Supplies readily Voted and early Levied all swiftly dispatch'd to render Your Next-Campaigne the more Compleat All Things shall concur to your very Wishes and Your Majesty shall have Fresh Experience of Our Loyalty and of Our Gratitude Italy the once Renown'd Mistress of the Universe sends forth thy Eulogies and by their Ambassadors Court Thy Alliance and value Thy Friendship beyond all the Worlds They own their Obligations to Thy Conduct and Assistance with Thy Formidable Fleets and Powerful Armies they have regain'd Cazal the Enemies Strongest Frontier and almost expell'd the Flutt'ring French out of their Paradice Such Huge Navies were never heard of in Their Seas The Sovereign Pontife Himself stood amaz'd at the Report of Their Approach sent his Compliments to the Admiral and ever since has slighted Monsieur The Rich and Mighty Duke of Florence soon saw his True-Interest and Embrac'd it The State of Genoa Huff'd and Scorn'd by France in Former Times tho lately much caress'd now nor Fears nor Values her Menaces Slights her Amity and Addresses K. William The Venetian Republick politickly applies in Time to Thee by her Envoys and though deep in French Interests yet seems to abandon all and hastens to be a Party in this Happy Conjunction Thy Royal-Armada has wrought more Real-Wonders than the Popish-Female-Virgin e're cou'd on That side who deaf to all their Prayers cou'd bring them no Assistance But on the Opposite Coasts what Mighty Miracles has Thy Navy not produc'd Taught Civility to the Wild the Barbarous and Unrefin'd The Moors Themselves Admire Thy Prowess Adore Thy Person tho Distant call Thee more than Man and Little Less than God! Oft have they felt the English Power and heard Their Cannon roar but never yet so Great a Force United Africk's Amaz'd hasts to Thy Feet and begs Thy Protection Spain thy Ancient-Enemy pays Thee Adorations more than Human Flies for Refuge to Thy Arms No more pretends to be Invincible but gives That to Thee Her Power is lost by Sea and Land Her Navy dwindled into Galleys and Those almost to Cock-boats no longer Formidable Calls for Thy Royal Hand and there alone can meet her Safety Swallow'd in Part by her Devouring Neighbour rescu'd by Thee At thy Fleets-Approach her Enemies sneak'd away Left her Ports and hasten'd to Their Own and there lie locked up nor dare to peep Abroad resign Dominion all to Thy Prevailing Hand Their Barricado's and Their Booms Their Chains and Forts hardly can secure 'em and thus Confin'd and Pris'ners-like they lie in Harbor New Courage comes to Spain warms her Drooping-Spirits and bids her March to Glory Inspir'd by her Friends she gains New-Life Flies to Arms and beats her Foes her very Peasants are Victorious o're the French defeat their Parties then their Bodies force 'em to abandon almost all they gain'd and this before their Army takes the Field Persia and China are no Strangers to thy Prowess Whites Blacks and Tawneys all hear thy Fame the Worlds Remotest Ends rehearse Thy Name Thy Sword reaches o're all the World Whole Colonies of thy Enemies at once are rooted out in Canada no more pretend to fooling there