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A pindarique to Their Sacred Majesties, James II and His Royal Consort Queen Mary, on their joynt coronations at Westminster, April 23, 1685 by John Wilson.
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Wilson, John, 1626-1696.
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A PINDARIQUE To Their Sacred Majesties JAMES II. And His Royal Consort Queen MARY On Their joynt CORONATIONS At Westminster April 23. 1685. By JOHN WILSON Sine vindice tuti LONDON Printed for Joseph Knight and Francis Saunders at the Blew Anchor in the lower Walk of the New Exchange 1685. To Their Sacred MAJESTIES The King and Queen On Their Joynt CORONATIONS c. I. WHile That First-matter whatsoe'er it was That Fluid Infinite Lay yet inseparate Nought cou'd be said to Be but a void Mass Or indigested Lump without a Soul Only a dull dead heavy Night Or a worse Darkness sate Sate Brooding on the Whole But when the Mighty Fiat past Th' unwieldy Chaos broke Each ' tangled Element was wing'd with Hast Fought out its way and to its Centre took The Sun appear'd The Earth Shot-forth An Vniversal Monarch bore the Sway Glory on High and Peace on Earth Was the great Song until her Gyant-brood Disturb'd That Heav'nly Lay And Topsy-turvy'ing ev'ry thing Embrew'd Their harmless Mother with Seditious Blood II. Such was our Case at home This England's Shee To pass the rest that from an Heptarchy Weather'd so many Centuries Nor knew more Lords than One Yet spread her Branches to the Ocean How was She Rackt with Fears and Jealousies Her Beauty and her Bands how gone Her Order Lost Her Seamless Coate Torn into Raggs What can't a Faction Vote One might have Sought and sought too true Her in her self yet mist her too She was so smear'd with blood While all along The stupid Croud Snarle at the Stone but kiss the Hand that threw ' Til moyl'd and tir'd they stood and then Consid'ring What they 'd done Soon as the Scales fell from their Eyes Came up to the lost Paths agen Ador'd the Majesty th 'ad slain Mark'd out some Heads for Sacrifice And with united Ecchoes Rent the Skies III. And now your Royal Brother once restor'd Who was not Instrumental in 't One mought have found Ten honest Men Before one factious Lord Where was That He that did not give the Hint Treason and Traitor Bless us What Means the harsh Phrase to Men regenerate So Smooth and Slick was ev'ry Face agen The People Shout The Houses vie Who shall Do most All all 's the Cry Yet He Out-did 'em 't was but Ask and Have So glad He was not to Destroy but Save Thus Basking in his Beams they lay Till Fat and Wanton with their Ease They must Rise-up to Play Their Nourishment turn'd to Disease They lift the Heel Snuff up the Wind and Bray And as we see a Swelling Sea Keep Rowling thô the Storm be spent Having no more to Wish to Be They must be now Secure or Insolent Your Happy Brother Found and Broke the Clew To keep it Such was left Great SIR to You. IV. You You in whom Your Royal Ancestours Thô Dead yet Speak and Live anew Their mighty Deeds break-forth in You And their forgotten Urnes beare Flowers Nor do You raise the Dead alone But in the Living Emulation So that who 'd Speak it right must Call You Coeur de Lyon An Original At least th' united Excellence of All Did not the Royal Harrys claime a Share The Seventh of England and the Fourth of France They ne'er said Go but Let us on So Caesar past the Rubicon Full well They knew Subjects delight To have a King Will See 'em fight Nor Rashly yet Nature's advance Is not by Leaps but Steps And such too are Yours Royal SIR ' Their Crowns and Vertues Heir But I 'm too blame Who beats on Ages past Hunts a foil'd Chase Be what they will You have Perform'd so much this Last The Next must set You ' for Example still V. Which of 'em All more Glorious Hazards ran With greater Conduct or with less Concern Such That the Best might from You Learn To be A Gen'ral or A Private Man Flanders did Feel and France Confess Your Early Arms when from Your blooming Youth Turein made Judgment of Your future Growth Thus Hercules Gave the Essay What He wou'd prove another day And beardless Alexander put to rout The World ere Caesar thought of setting-out Nor has the Omen fail'd Great SIR in You You return'd safe and Fraught with Laurels too They Like the Soil Root and become A Safe-guard to Your Oake at home Let her between 'em grow And with her humble Sprigs adorn Your Brow For that she spreds anew is all Your Own Fortune has nothing in it She Finds only Matter to us We We give it Form and Her her Deity VI. Nor has the thrice-asserted British Main Less own'd You when as oft in-vain The Dutch disputed the Dominion Your Arms o'rer-ul'd the Plea They Dread your Flag and at Your Thunder Flee Fain wou'd The Watry God have sav'd his own And in disorder Thus Wee 'll meet alone He Watcht his time and had it Threw a Shelf And sunk Your Ship But seeing You afloat He now fear'd for himself And in confusion fled Your single Boat What shall I add The Lyon of the North Had half brok-loose agen But at Your very setting-forth He Trembled and on sight came-in Came-in and Couch'd Rouze him Who e'er he be H 'as led the Peaceful way to t'other Three Nor was it strange Falcons Pursue The rankest Wing The same did You Whose generous Sword did never vie A Triumph but a Victory Nor made more use of That than to forgive You Quell'd the Stubborn bad the Humble Live And now Possess us All Thô yet Do what we can we must be still Ingrate VII But I 'm deceiv'd or We 're already such 'T was Rome's and Athens Best Mens Fate To have deserv'd too much Your Royal Father's only fault And if to have pursu'd the noblest ends Firm to Your Word and Constant to Your Friends T' ave minded Other 's safety not Your Own Nor to be Dazled with A Crown Be to be Crim'nal SIR You 're Guilty too Or if repeated Injuries may bear The name of Gratitude You had Your Share But Your Stanch Vertue brought You through Thus as one Good begets another Good Your Resolution gave You Fortitude And made You More than Conqueror You gave the Torrent way Withdrew And Parthian-like by wheeling You subdue At least so Broke the Faction Ev'ry one Has washt his Hands of Your Exclusion We' are All one Mothers Sons All joyn In this Great Days Solemnities Not that a Coronation adds more To You in all respects Full-King before Than to th' Intrinsick value of Your Coyn The Stamp which carries only This That it declares What and Whose Image ' t is VIII But stay What 's here Another Star at Noon One 't is A Constellation You no less Gratious than Royal Queen The Abstract of whatever Good has been Nor That by Art but Inclination In whom no single This or That But Ev'ry Grace and Virtue meet So fully too that we may guess What the First Woman in Perfection was To these That Beauty That variety Multitude Mixture Correspondency That Free yet Awful Majesty You might be taken for A Kind alone And wou'd but that You ' owe's A Son You 've One We wait Another James the Great And Modena fam'd for Heroick Men Assures us You 'll not miss the Strein Let him if possible be Greater yet Let him I go too far The Rest I 'll guess But had gone further were my Rev'rence less IX How Happy are Ye then most Royal Pair You in A Queen She in Her Partener And All Good Subjects in their Humble share Let Others Now Plot Let 'em Raise Their Old or New Utopias Let 'em Cajole Coax Fucus Cant Their Beldam Pus The Covenant Let 'em swear On and Off nay till it be That Others Yawn for company Let 'em Doubt Whisper Murmur Form Those hollow Blasts into a Storm Your Vertue is impenetrable Mail And Great is Truth and will prevail When They like Arrows Shot against a Wall Or Ruines Break themselves on What they fall Thus Seated on That Rock of Truth While Clouds and Storms gather Below 'T is All Serene Above Loose Winds may blow Impostumated Billows rise And Hurricanes threaten the Skies But in Despight of their spent Froth Your Station is secure You bear aloof And wrapt in Your own Laurel Thunder proof X. Hark! Hark Most Mighty SIR ' The Gen'ral Shout Shews the Heart 's willing And the Toung speaks out All honest Men wou'd have You so Safe in Your Self and in Your Subjects too Dreaded Abroad at Home lov'd and rever'd Without a Noisy Resty Herd But such as Represent not Personate Such as Design You Truly Great And studying to Salve not Move Debate Shall still Assert You What You are The single Arbiter of Peace and War And make Your Foes Confess Thô the Sun Warms At Liberty Contract it once it Burns FINIS