their Lot None ever are Elected but Begot Wanting his sole Support in all his Care His Stay in Peace and his chief Strength in War On whom the King still in the first place â—â—an'd And next the King on whom we all depend Unsafe in Rule uneasie in his Mind Tost like the Sea which labours with the wind His Hopes at length He to Despair reâ—igâ—s Decays in Vigour and in Health deâ—â—â—nes Soon as the fatal News once reach'd your ear Urg'd with a Brother's Zeal and Subject's care You fly with such like haste as Angels move On all the wings of Duty and of Love Angels and You a like Imployment have To succour Kings and distress'd Nations save The Forreign Shore which when you did arrive Met You in shew your Veâ—â—el to Receive Removing now lâ—st by its guilty Stay It might be thought your Voyage to delay Does in Appearance awfully Recede And seems in Duty from your Vessel fled Which proud to bear him for her single Load Who still whole Fleets and Armies led abroad All Opposition does like You despise And labour'd by the waves still higher rise No danger can be great enough for Fear Where Cesar's Brother and his Fortune are His high Extraction and his happy Fate The proud Sails sill and Vessel elevate While to the winds her Canvas wings are spread The lazy winds you chide for want of speed And with impatience their Delays controul For winds compar'd to wing'd Desires are dull Your Thoughts alas preventing them before Your Voyage had dispatcht and reacht the shore Nor Landed on the Shore do you proceed With more Solemnity or with less Speed With such dispatch arriving at the Court You Fame prevent and ev'n outfly Report As swift yet not less silent than the Light Of which we hear no news till 't is in sight Me thinks I see the Royal Brothers meet Their Souls and Bodies in Embraces knit While in the Union of their Arms is seen The closer Union of their Hearts within How they embrace and in th' Embraces melt Cannot reported be It must be felt While Joys too mighty for their Tongues arise And flow out in th' expressions of their Eyes Such pow'rful Transports for which words we want Which when we imitate we best shall paint Can we who see this stand unmov'd Can we Who see th' embraces of the Brothers be If their Example or our Duty bind To them unfaithful or our selves unkind Ah no! let us in Love our strife employ And never weep henceforth but Tears of Joy To His Royal Highness the Duke of York Upon his Return to the Care and Management of the Navy of England GReat Sir till now I with Impatience staid To see what Muse her early Homage paid Which doubtless all but the Seditious few Allow to our great injur'd York is due And am with wonder seiz'd You are so long Un-importun'd by the Poetick throng For Faction oft and vainly they engage They scatter Songs and trifle on the Stage For Malice or for Bread they always write The Great with well plac'd flattery delight In Libel or Lampoon exhausted quite Ungrateful Muses not one Line afford When our lov'd Charles has to his Right restor'd The Nations Darling and the Oceans Lord. With just contentment all good men beheld The Hydra of the Rebel-Faction quell'd Like Heav'nly Vengeance it was sure though slow Which we to Cesar's steady Virtue owe That Virtue which unshaken as a Rock So long has stood the bandying Parties Shock Till Mercy much abus'd did late consent To punish those who never would repent One onely thing was left unfinish'd yet At once our Joys and Safety to compleat Which our great ' Pilot saw and strait commands The Fleet be rescued from unskilful Hands Whom should he chuse for his important Trust But one Experienc'd Valiant Prudent Just In whom he finds a Brother and a Friend To him deserv'dly does he recommend Whose Ships his Courage could so well defend When neighb'ring Carthage dar'd our Seas invade Dispute their Homage and disturb our Trade Our English Scipio to whom Rome must yield With shame repuls'd them from the watry Field His gen'rous Soul with easie Vict'ry cloy'd Humbled that State he could have quite destroy'd Spar'd only to be Monuments of his Fame They tremble still at mention of his Name Both Leaders thus their Countreys Foes subdu'd Both paid alike with base ingratitude Rome hers and we our Hero would exclude Mistaken Pandors ignorant and Proud With furious Zeal may bawl in Senates loud Religion there and Property may use As words of Art the Vulgar to abuse But if in higher Stations they appear They lose their way and act beyond their Sphear Men born t' improve some little Countrey Seat Have Souls too narrow to direct a Fleet. This Caesar found and ere it was too late Took from their Shoulders the unequal weight A Burthen he himself alone can bear Or York who now supports the mighty Care York our Protecting Genius by kind Heaven To calm our Fears and growing Tumults given From many dangers sav'd himself to be His Countreys lasting best Security A Welcom to His Royal Highness into the City April the 20th 1682. Motto Invenias paucos hic ut in orbe bonos CLad with the Infant Glories of the Spring Haste pious Muse Great James Divinely sing Riding secure in peaceful Albions Bay Grateful to Her above the New-born Day Welcom Great Sir salutes you ev'ry where Belov'd by Jove by Birth His chiefest Care With buisy joy our Seven-sold Lute we String To tell in Notes your Safety to the King Mov'd with soft Numbers Envy here is shown Each strives to bid you welcom to the Town With melting Harmony our Harps are Strung Soft as the Love with which the Throne is Hung Such Mirth Your Presence adds to Monarchy In spite of Rage and Factious Anarchy Those Closet-Products of Damn'd Whiggery Such new rais'd Plagues of every Corporation We will allay by Anti-Association Laden with Loyalty our Arms shall be That Golden Bracelet of blest Unity The sole unbias'd Basis of true Property Next after Charles a Monarch you may claim At whose Protection all our Fortunes aim England triumphant now may brighter shine Blest with the Rays of thy good Fathers Line Crown'd with Religions peaceful Olive She With Tory Zeal a Monument to Thee Shall raise of ever verdant Piety Long did our Royal Monarch in his Mind Hugg your Return and hop'd that some kind wind Would lodge you safe within his Sacred Arms Where scarce his Scepter feels more pleasing Charms Oh! could we raise our groveling Souls to Thee Fill'd with a smooth Majestick Harmony For to a Crown that Monarch of Delight Virtue like Thine Victorious takes her Flight But cease my Muse in wishes speak the rest Whilst with two God-like Souls our Albion's blest Vivat Rex Carolus Caroli Frater A Farevvel to His Royal Highness James Duke of York on his Voyage to Scotland October 20.
1680. GO Best in all that 's good We cannot bear The Radiant Lustre of thy Virtues here Owls hate the Sun Dark Deeds abhor the Light Ills appear worse still by their Opposite Obey thy Heavenly in thy Earthly King Confound thine Enemies by Suffering O'recome by Good Let Furious Factions see Thine's Peace when their Religion's Cruelty Go Prince Couragious Prince Our Champion may Great Britains Guardian Angel lead thy way May the cold Hemisphere Thou go'st to Grace Receive new warmth and vigour from thy Face May all that 's Happy thy Companion be Till Heaven bring Thee to Us or Us to Thee Go Prince Great Britain's Genius with his Train Guard thee to Scotland Bring Thee safe again That like Great Constantine Thy glorious days May Crown thy Sufferings with Immortal Bays And as His Zeal the mis-led World did bring To Love and Honour their Celestial King So may thy Zeal move this misguided Nation To follow Thee in Loyal Reputation In being Just and Faithful to their King And all with one accord aloud shall Sing Long live Great Charles our Nations Joy And all Men sing Vive Le Roy. The DUKE's Welcom from Scotland to London ART come Sweet Prince Wil t ' once more daign to chear With Thy Bright Beams our drooping Hemisphere Can nothing check thy Love suppress thy Flame Still England's Guardian Angel Still the same Redoubled wrongs on Thee the Crown and State Can only move Thy Pity not Thy Hate Who Good for Evil dost Retaliate Thy tender Heart and soft-loves conquer'd Will Plead this though bad This is thy Country still Relaps'd into Her former Agony Gasping Britannia seeks relief from Thee Scotland that once contagious Vip'rous Land Doth now our Envy and Example stand Charm'd by thy prudent Head and gentle hand Under his Vine each chearful Swain doth sit The Serpent's crush'd that once demolish'd it Where Hemlock Wormwood Tares and Weeds did grow Now in full plenty Milk Honey flow Thrice Happy Landâ— May our invenom'd Sense With Treasons Poyson feel the Influence Of this all-healing Planet May we see All Hearts and Hands conjoyn'd in Loyalty May all Associating Traitors know Divinity dwells on a Soveraign Brow May those ungrateful Wretches who Contemn Mercy find Justice in the Diadem Great York in all things Great Great in Renown Great in Succession's Right to Englands Crown Great in thy Conduct Great in Peace and War Great in thy Birth In Virtue Greater far But above all Great in this Mighty thing In thy firm Love and Duty to the KING Welcom Sweet Prince Let sober Healths go round And all but Regicides thy Praise resound An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times INgrateful England curst to that Degre Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares yet thou 'lt obey no King To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne Yet being richer than I can express Art justly punisht with Unhappiness What thou art envy'd for and all adore Thou throw'st away and to thy self art poor And like the Miser that abounds in Bags Wallow'st in Wealth yet lov'st to go in Rags The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd They begg'd a King and then obey'd their Lord But stiff-Neck'd England just from Slavery sav'd Forgets and longs again to be enslav'd Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd Rebels that once did sacrifice their God True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell And ever since taught Traytors to rebel And now lest they should fail to reach him there They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite Still to what 's present to be opposite Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair And the bright Daughter of his Highness here The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty Old Albany they now alone shall grace Scotland whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame PRepare you Heavens disclose your brightest Ray All Day your Marble Night your Milkie Way Vrania comes the Goddess of our Isle Vrania that makes every Creature Smile All they were born for and can wish for here Is but to bless her and be blest by Her Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides And of her golden Bark surround the sides Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow For want of winds with wings supply soft gales And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave There whilst she Sails intombâ—d in â—ollow Earth Lie fetter'd close and groâ—â— for want of Birth And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene The Azure Blew with the smooth glassy Green You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills and with a Mask delight her Eye First let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats As Winter's shine or Summer when it sets No Icy Cloudy nor no Soultry Day But all like Morning and those Mornings May Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore Such as Arabia â—elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind But just so much as she in State may glide And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above As on Jove's Daughter and the Queen of Love Let thy shrill Trumpeters the Tritons blow And summon all the watry Pow'rs below The Nayades and Nereids to appear Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call And Sea Nymphs to adorn this Ocean's Ball Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face Till they shall see how far above their own Vrania's is and throw their Classes down The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play And hunt the Plain like Spanniels in her way Next let the great Leviathans resort And not forget â—o make the Princess Sport But at a harmless distance head the Train And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be That wondring Angels may look down to see And make the Show more full of Majesty Thou Nereus do this mighty Task with Care As much as was in Noah's Ark is here For since that Patrierch when the world was drown'd The like was never in one Vessel found Her
Father you 'd deal with the Son I 've seen your Martyr's Peters Scot and Viner Sainted in Gold with Colledge the Joyner I 've seen your Pamphlets Libels Books of print Such ne're before came from the Devil's Mint I 've seen the Doctors Depositions too And faith he 's done as much as man could do Won't all this Old-new-found-Art do the work To pull the King down and set up the Kirk What No Cornucopia to be found Be all our Knights-Templers laid under ground Are our Braves good for nothing but to lap Th' infected droopings of a silver Tap Alas we want Ingredients Give Us a Parliament that shall ever live And the Militia we 're compleatly Blest CESAR do that and then Sir do your best What Snake-hair'd Fury with Infernal Brand Broke loose from Hell thus to inflame the Land Shall we be jealous of our blest Content Till cracking th'strings we break the Instrument Shall our Arch-Angel of the Devil 's See Drown'd Four and twenty of our Hierarchy And by a whirl-wind from the Stygian-Lake A Glorious Monarch and Three Kingdoms wreck Down Asmodeus down to the burning Pits Where thy Councel of State in Brimstone sits In that dark Conclave let thy Envy range Changing but That never expect more change Here Pity checks my Spleen and who can tell Good Angels sorrows when the Train too fell But they were blest with great perfection And though seduc'd the Crime was All their Beneath the Firmament it is not so Here 's imperfection in the High and Low One Lucifer on Earth may dangerous prove More than a Legion to One Saint above But see the Murder'd Martyrs Ghosts appear Your Native Prince and Fathers Shades stand there Lend Them your Eyes the Rabble not your Ear. And what would the mad Rabble have Let 's try And who would ask but one as mad as I Can the turbulent wind tell why it blows Gr tumbling Ocean why it Ebbs and Flows The senceless Rabble's but that Dust which flies With every puff of wind into our eyes It makes you pur-blind and defiles your Shooes Rather to piss on 't than to court it choose I 'll dare the Sun which hath survey'd the Earth Ever since Eve gave Cain and Abel Birth In all his Travels if he can declare A people Franchis'd as the English are All others Birth-right Bondage is but We Surfeit with Cates and glut with Liberty If Heaven should bid a Subject to implore What bliss we want he could not ask for more Oh the unhappy state of Happiness They enjoy more that do enjoy much less Rome in it's Pomp and Pride could never shew Men of that bulk of Wealth in England flow And every Cottager lives frank and free As Jove Here 's a perpetual Jubilee Hear one great Truth an English Subject sings We have one Emperour and a Million Kings To the KING Celestial Prince descended from above With Goodness and the wisdom of great Jove Hov'ring the Doves with thy Seraphick Wings Still Shielding Church and State from Serpents Stings Accept the Addresses of our Humble praise 'T is all the Incense Men to God can raise When civil War Three Kingdoms did inthrall You were the Saviour that Redeem'd us all And rais'd miraculously from their Graves Thre Soul-sunk Nations that were Slaves to Slaves Mean Thanks do mighty favours quite disgrace But dull Ingratitude becomes the base How Justly may'st thou let thy Thunder fly Both Giants and Pigmies doom'd to dye What will they war with Jove in vain in vain Whom th' Gods have Crown'd in spight of Worms shall Reign Repent proud Dust before it he too late Strike Sail my Muse shall be your Advocate Hear great Apollo Phoebus lend thine Ear To an unpolisht Muse's humble Prayer She lifts no Phaetontick palm on high Lo her request is veil'd with Modesty Thou that art goodness Essence Thou that keeps Clemency waking that she never sleeps Look on the Errours of Mortality With the kind Aspect of your God-like Eye Though they have sin'd and certainly a Sin To death had it against a bad Prince been And their Transgressions in an high degree Are aggravated to sin thus against Thee My poor Muse begs although their sins be great That Thou wouldst not Forget to forget To the DUKE And Thou great Hero of loud Fames first rate Still partner of your Royal Brothers Fate Who baffle Mischief and her Dart despise And stand the firmer for her Batteries Whilst Envy toyls her self quite out of breath You undisturb'd can smile the Wretch to death Malice is now in a Consumption grown To see her self mistook in You alone Still the more venom that on You they throw Still you the Taller and more lovely grow Can walk the Fiery Furnace and no Hair Sing'd no smell of Fire no impair Fond men To hope they can destroy whom Jove Preserves by Wonders and peculiar Love Never before prosumptive Heir did sure Worse Wrongs from most presumptive Men endure Well may they droop their Heads and Neâ—ks incline As Tulips Frost bit with a Northern Wind To Prudence still and Piety you 'r Just And do forgive whom none will wish to trust To the LORDS You of the Constellation that maintain Your starry Glories from Apostate stain You whose chaste Loyalty for ever stream'd To th' Royal Lamp of Honour whence You beam'd You shall for ever share the Muses Praise Whilst Helicon hath Drops Apollo Bays To the GENTRY Come Brothers of the Minor-Stars that are No wandring Planets but fixt in Your Sphere You that have vow'd to be so True To Charles that to your selves you be so too And sure I am your Oath will not be broke You 'l bow to Destiny before the Yoke We must not praise nor thank our selves that 's vain That were but Champarty You know in grain But we 'l so Loyal and so Faithful live That Church and Crown 's Fees Us no thanks shall give To the Common-Councel and Court of Aldermen And You brave Citizens so Rich and Wise The Boons of Heavens due to Loyalties Heaven marks them who from Allegiance stray With Children Wits or Fortunes quite awry You that hold th' Rains curb the head-strong Jaws Of Asses kickt at Governours and Laws You know that Trade doth still most profit bring To them are true to God and to their King Long may You live and may the Town and Court Be happy in the prayers of my poor heart May no King want such Citizens I pray Nor Towns-men Prince like him they now enjoy To the Livery-men But You that are now of th' new Livery And Old Leven look for no thanks from me Keep to your Gods on damned Bradshaw call Implore the shades of Ireton and Noll To come improv'd from Hell and be so good To set crackt men with Plunder up and Blood The Rabble shall no longer Rule this Town Rebellions Charter must now go down But yet we 'l beg the King that he would please To give another on good
to the Sun Or rather to the Hot-brain'd Phaeton Whom Ovid blames but he does more commend Advising straight the Chariot to Ascend What Though the world once more were set on Fire Shall his Young Heroe bawk his great Desire No let the Head-strong Youth his Steeds drive on Tread on his Fathers Counsels and his Throne I envy not those happy Men that Ride With him in 's Guilded Coach my humble Pride Desires no Courser but a Hoggs-heads Back Where mounted with a Bowl of Sparkling Sack With Russel Capel Cooper and the rest I 'le Drink Confusion to each Caballist Damn their Sun-Tavern Clubbs but hold my Rage Condemns the only Honest Men of th' Age The truest Patriots England ' ere did breed Who Viper-like on their own Mother feed Tear up their Bowels with a base pretence Of feigned Piety and Conscience Good Gentlemen how careful are they grown To suppress Papists and subvert the Throne They for Religion strive but wise men know From whence their greatest Discontents do flow Zeal for the Good Old Cause enflames their breast But the chief Fuell's Private Interest The Dissenter truly Described WHat shall a glorious Nation be o'rthrown By Troops of Sneaking Rascals of our own Must Civil and Ecclesiastick Laws Once Truckle more under the good Old Cause Shall these Ungrateful Varlets think to Live Only to Clip Royal Prerogative Shall all our Blood turn Whey whilst we do see Men both Affront and Stab the Monarchy I 'm all inflam'd with a Poetick Rage And will Chastise the Follies of the Age. Thoughts crowd so fast upon me I must write Till I 've display'd the Gaudy Hypocrite He 's one that scarcely can be call'd a Man And yet 's a Pious Holy Christian. He 's big with Saving Faith he says yet He Has not one spark of common Charity ' Gainst Reason he perpetually whines Because it Contradicts his Black Designs He dis-esteems dull Morals for a Saint My well-beloved Brethren must not want Soul-warming Thoughts so warm that they did dwell First in the Womb then at the Breasts of Hell He Flouts the Common Prayers yet the poor Fool Himself not Them does turn to Ridicule He hates a Form yet loves his dear Non-sense Nauseats his God with his Impertinence With Eyes turn'd up Mouth screw'd and Monky-Face He lowdly bawls to God for Saving Grace With Meen so base and scurvy as if even His Apish Postures only would please Heaven And then his Sniv'ling Tone to the most High He does conclude is Curious Melody If Things succeed not as his Humour wou'd He strait grows Angry and he Huffs his God And this as if God knew not what to do And that wou'd have been for thy Glory too Then Muffl'd in his Cloak Roger begins In 's Sermon to dawb forth Soul-killing-sins Murder and Theft and Pride and Gluttony c. Which in their Lives none more Applauds than He. Yet if you do survey the List with care You 'l quickly find Rebellion is hid there And when he 's prest to Duties for some Hours He ne'r puts in The Higher Powers At Surplice and Lawn-sleeves he takes offence Because they are the Types of Innocence For that he hates and with It men of Sense The Reverend Prelates he still vilifies ' Cause they detect his cursed Villanies Hang them they bark come let us pull them down For this same Mitre does support the Crown They 'r the King's truest Friends yet thought it good To drown his Kingdoms in a Sea of Blood They the King's Person would protect they said Yes yes forsooth by Cutting off his Head And this they did inspir'd by Zeal alone To fasten Christ in his Triumphant Throne As if Damn'd Lyes False Oaths and base Deceit Propt up his Throne and made him truly Great As if the Devil himself that acted them Did bring the Luster to His Diadem Nay they go on yet with the same Intents By moulding to their Minds New Parliaments Some of the Great they by their whimseys guide To like their Treason and to stem their Pride In other things like methods they pursue For even the Shrieves must be Fanaticks too The Judges too they 'd to their Party gain Did they want either Honesty or Brain And when their Wheedling Tricks do fail on these They poison soon some Countrey Justices Then had they once the dear Militia They 'd mount the Saddle and make Charles obey Thus first they 'd make Him but a very Straw And then at List controll and give Him Law In fine they are the Foes of Royal State Order is the great Object of their Hate Nor God nor Men these Furies seek to please They 'd bruise the Crown and tear our Surplices They'd Undermine the Churches Harmony And Ride a full Carier to Popery They all Mankind except Themselves Despise Chiefly the Great for being Good and Wise Some Subtile have and some have Giddy Souls Some Fools some Knaves and some are Knaves and Fools These Vermine would even the best things command And suck all the Sweetness of the Land The Loyal LETANY FRom a new model'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass under 's sleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Dom. From Conspiring at Joe's and Caballing at Mews From Sr. Gutts holy Tub of Uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their dues Lib. c. From a Parliament-man rak'd out of thâ— Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyt Januaries and Papists Novembers Lib. c. From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Reprimands which are something uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the King's-evil Lib. c. From the mutinous Clamours of such as raise fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the Shipwrack of Monarchy steers Lib. c. From Rebellion wrapt up in a Humble Petition From the Crafty Intrigues of a Suttle Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physician Lib. c. From serving Great Charles as his Father before And Dis-inheriting of York without why or wherefore And from such as Absalom has been or more Lib. c. From Libelling the Government and Actions of Kings From Vindicating Sectaries in Illegal Things From Encouraging Faction which Rebell brings Lib. c. From Murmuring for sending the Parliament home From choosing Fanaticks to sit in their Room That the Actions of Forty may not be our doom Lib. c. From late Irish Massacres by Paptsts done From Seditious Cut-troats which thing is all one From murthering the Father and banishing the Son Lib. c From putting three Towns to the Sword in Cool Blood From robbing and spoiling the Land for its Good From Cloaking their Crimes by a Warrant from God Lib. c. From shrouding all Villanies under the Cause From making us happy by giving Sword Laws From Trampling o' th Mitre and Crown with Applause Lib.
Horror of yells and groans the Spirits strains Till on a sudden all flasht out in flames In which she Conventicklers sprawling cry'd For all Eternity must this abide With that a shower of Blood fell down upon 'em In which they spew'd stunk like Reb. dam'em For 't was the blood of Innocents they'd drawn When they liv'd here to make the K. their own Some of the Heads were hang'd up by the Tong. The rest the Devils pitch about with Prongues To make way for approaching great Procession Which howl'd roard without an Intermission Their Tongues hung out with Froth like lathering Soap These were the Rabble burning of the Pope ' Mongst whom were Curtis Harris Smith Care The Scene was just like that at Temple-bar Both Pope and Pageants Jeffreys and the Friers Of these that did support them and the Rout But there they roar'd here they us'd to shout Both Squibs and Crackers from their mouths did fly ' Gainst Church and State they belcht out Blaspemy Their Skins were vail'd with City-Mercuries Seditious Libels and their forged Lyes Which taking fire at once made such a smother Down fell the Pageants Rout and all together Did sprawl and howl in that infernal Flame Then I awak'd and all was but a Dream A DIALOGUE betwixt the Devil and the Whigs Now Reader tell me if you can Which is the Devil who the Man For if a Tekelite be a Turk They both do All the Devils Work Whigs WE have pursu'd those Plots thou didst invent And made our Parties in a Parliament And to no purpose what can we do more Thou let'st the Tories in yet keep'st the Door Devil When ought doth not succeed you first blame Me Amongst your selves Ye never did agree Your Wise-false-Brethren have undone your Cause And from no Subjects slav'd you to the Laws Whigs We know no Laws but those our Selves do make And Hanging ne're confess All for Thy sake Thou know'st what we have done and more would do But deal'st with us as Witches and leav'st us so Devil My Power is to Incline not to Compell You are the Ministers to Act for Hell But do not send me those I did expect Through your base Cowardise or Fools neglect Whigs Can We do more than Thou We kill'd a KING And his Best Subjects did to Judgement bring We sent them hence when they were under Ground We thought all Flesh was in the Devil's Pound Devil You speak as you believe were it not so Thousands of you might unto Heaven go But Your Association with Me Will keep us Friends to all Eternity And never be reproach'd for Perjury Whig Thou the first Rebel taught'st us to Rebel Surely Thou need'st no Company in Hell Thou shamd'st Us in Contriving of this Plot That GOD himself would oversee the Blot Because that in his Name it was Begot Devil There is a Bard as strange as is his Name A Power you know not who hath rais'd his Fame 'T is He whose Wisdom Countermin'd your Arts And on your selves return'd your poyson'd Darts Whig That Devil Observator Oh! 't is He We would not see GOD in His Company Our very Thoughts He seem'd to know so well They were in Print before they were known in Hell Devil His Demon circles Him I cannot Kill Nor Hurt him so much as to shake his Quill He Writes such Truths and Speaks such Sacred Things The Churches Champion and the Guard of Kings Whig Though Thou Confess Thou canst not yet Repent No more than We Then down when we are sent There curse the Fates who spin so long his Thread That he will live to see our Children Dead Devil Take Comfort yet the Blood that You have spilt No more Age can paralel your Guilt I did corrupt the Mobile of Heaven You did the like on Earth now We are even This Kindness I will do Over my Furies I 'll make You Presidents Judges or Juries A Congratulatory Poem to Sir John More Knight Lord Mayor Elect of London NO sooner doth the Aged Phenix dye But kind indulging Nature gives Supply Sick of her solitude she first retires And on her Spicy Death-bed then expires Thus unconcern'd Sir Patience now declines The Sword and all his Dignities resigns Next under God and Royal Charles 't was He Defended persecuted Liberty When the fierce fury of the Romish Flood Broke out beyond its limits He withstood The threatning Deluge of the angry Main And forc'd its beating Billows back again His circumspection seasonably reads The dark Intrigues of vain projecting heads He cou'd all Foreign Maladies resent And equally Intestine Broils prevent But now as dying Parents first commend Their Issue to th' tuition of a Friend And then as if their chiefest care was past Pleas'd with the Settlement they breath their last So he perceiving busie Date appear That with a Period will close his year Contentedly resigns his dying Claim To the Successor of his Charge and Fame One whose wise Conduct knows how to dispence Rigour to Guilt and help to Innocence Here we the City's wise Results may scan Their very choice is Metropolitan So Universal their Elections are That England in the Happiness doth share On then great Magistrate and like the Sun Set with the splendid Glory you begun Disperse such hovering Clouds as wou'd benight And Interpose themselves 'twixt Us and light You boldly dare your noble Trust attest Without a base perswading Interest When pleasing Flattery puts on her Charms To take with gentle Arts and soft Alarms Fixt with a gallant Resolution You Vncase the Hypocrite and bids adieu In this confus'd and ill digested State Where Plots new Plots to counter-plot create Trusting to Reasons Conduct as your Guide You 'l leave the threatning Gulphs on either side And then erect such Marks as may appear To caution others from a Shipwrack there 'T is now resolv'd the Romanists shall see The mean Effects of all their Policy The Puritans will but expect in vain Their Pious Frauds will gull the Land again You like a great Columbus will find out The hidden Worlds of deep Intrigues and Doubt Whilst to your new Discoveries we give Our thanks such worthless Presents as we have England no more of Jealousies shall know But Halcyon Peace shall build and Plenty flow And the proud Thames swell'd high no more complains But smilingly looks on the peaceful Plains No angry Tempest then shall curl her Brow Glad to behold revived Commerce grow Whilst emulous of your Example We Strive who shall most express their Loyalty No Factions shall us from our selves divide More than the Sea from all the World beside But link'd together in one Chain of Love And with one Spring unanimous we 'll move That to our Foes regret it may be said We are again One Body and One Head The Car-man's Poem Or Advice to a Nest of Scriblers CAR-men turn Poets now why may not I Then Horse and Cart and Whip stand you three by Nay but I lack my
For last of which none more renown'd can be Let Arragon her Testimonial give And Thy Dutch Victory in sixty five Which Higgons Muse hath so inspir'dly sung Making the Neptune's Heroes chief among None may so well that glorious Motto claim Of being Terror of the Ocean Main Which Louis did for Michael's Knights ordain As once a Servant of King Edward's went With Royal Cup his Master to present One foot did trip being quick he did prevent With t'other Legg the Fall Godwin of Kent Laughing said to the King Ev'n thus one Brother We see is ready still to help another The King reply'd Just so might Alfred me But That remov'd by base Treachery The Belgick Sheaf and Aesops Moral Teach Betwixt own Brothers there should be no breach The Scripture say's They must together dwell Vnion's their Heaven Disunion's their Hell Vnworthy are they whosoe'er they are Fraternal Vnion to break that dare Then in despight of such as would disjoyn Your Persons Live together says Eloigne When men are absent their back friends dare say And do those things which else they'd ne'er essay Divide impera we may English make First separate and then Advantage take Long live Great Prince who not desir'st to see Thy Lieges Funeral Solemnity But guided by an equal and just Soul Humbly submit'st unto Divine controul Nor dost expect but stay to see the Fate Ordain'd above Sign'd from Eternal Date We read of Louis a Montpensier Peer Who though his Father had been dead 5 year Yet took such Grief at seeing of his Grave As did streight after him of Life bereave Even just so James we may expect to Dye When Charles submits to mortal Destiny God's wondrous hand after a long Exile Them hand in hand brought back to Native Isle When wisest men esteem'd their state forlorn They saw them stated in the Land where born A strange agreement they have underwent Sometimes of Bliss sometimes of Discontent Why may not then Fraternal Sympathy Co-operate to dying Harmony When thinking what they 've suffer'd in times past One can't endure the other to out-last But as they 've liv'd together so to die May be their Fate ordain'd by God on high The possibility of this is no doubt By various Authors we may make it out Let 'em both live until they have out-done That Age which David calls a wondrous one That Royal Prophet whose Afflictions were So great and with which James his may compare Those Clouds are clear'd the Sun is now brast out His Brother's Rays incompass him about Apollo's Rays that can alone dispell All Fumes and Vapours though exhal'd from Hell Those Rays late issued from the Declaration For ever making Calm and Still the Nation Abs-hinc Aethereas cessans volitare per aur as Optatus placidae Tutus adesto Domi Audent-absentis nonnulli rodere famam Cum fuerit praesens or a reclusa tenent Est 〈…〉 cohors Dux inclite Cominus esto Si forsan fueris Eminus ista ferit To His Royal Highness the Duke THey who oppose your Right unto the Crown Would had they pow'r pull Monarchy quite down 'T is not so qualifi'd they would have one Of this or that Religion on the Throne No no we know their minds they would have none The men that lately kept from Charles his due Now promise fait to disinherit you They who explode your Right to make us slaves Are not Presumptive but Apparent Knaves By our Dissentions they would smooth their way And from Contenders hope to snatch the prey But such men seldom in the end can boast They threaten loud but still their Cause is lost In such affairs they 'l find it to their cost Still the old Cheat Religion is the Cry And made the Ram to batter Monarchy ' Cause they deserve they fear the smarting Rod And most Religiously distrust their God Envy at Regal Sway Ah it is sad And Zeal misguided made those Bill-men mad These took rash measures and did ill advise But without jealousie or wrong surmise The future will prove Loyal Calm and Wise To us it cannot but assurance bring That a good man can make as good a King Factious design and damn'd Plebeian rage Does to no mean degree distract the Age And watch the tott'ring of our settled State But can we such Sheep such careless Elves Not to beware the Wolves among our selves Those Beasts of Prey that lurk in a disguise That wear our skins 't is there our danger lies Against their brother-Wolves they raise the cry ' Cause their Addresses are not half so slie A Papist seems a Papist to our sight But our Fanatick ' cause he would not fright Daubs o'er the Devil like a Child of Light But Ah! great Sir where you should still Command You like a Stranger visit your own Land You for a moment tantalize our Sight Then like the absent Sun you give us night But 't is the ready way we must confess To make us know and prize our Happiness Whilst all do suffer for the faulty few England must lose it Self in losing You. But to Great Britain come May You in highest Splendor live and be Happy and safe Great Sir in One of Three Sir may your Right no otherwise prove vain Than by the length of our Great Charles his Reign We cannot Sir but prove a happy Nation One bliss enjoy'd another in expectation There but remains this great Truth in the close Your Virtue ' nd Courage Sir the whole world knows And y' are born for Conquest o'er your Foes A Congratulatory Poem upon the happy Arival of his Royal Highness JAMES Duke of York at London April 8. 1682. Written by a Person of Quality Si Natura negat facit Exultatio Versum NOw to be silent or to write in Prose Were a like Sin such as I leave to those Who either have but dull unthinking brains Or whose bad Arguments enhance their Pains But when a Thesis is prepar'd and fit And nothing wanting but an equal Wit I need no Muses help to aid me on When that my Subject is my Helicon Great YORK is such who Him their Theme intend Will nothing find so hard as how to End And see He comes my Joyes excessive grow Like swelling waves each other they o'erflow At York's Return see Heaven and Nature smile And gen'ral Gladness spreads o'er all our Isle The Valleys Hills and Woods now deckt and gay Welcome his Coming in their best Array On every Bough the chirping Minstrels meet In tuneful Notes the God-like James to greet At his Approach the Sun new thaws the Earth Who to her lavish Bounties gives quick Birth Sure all things but dissenting Citts accord To own Great JAMES for their next Lawful Lord. But above All see Sacred Charles descends To greet the best of Brothers best of Friends His eager Love impatient of Delay Resolves to meet Him on his tedious way And now They 're met who can Their Joys reveal They sure do only know them who
a Poets praise For all that VVrite should choose no other Theam Than the Immortal Glories of his Name And sing to all the VVorld the greatness of his Name But oh I see his Virtues plac'd too high I stand and wonder but want VVings to fly Struck with such Lustre ev'n the Laureat fell Tho' skill'd in all the Arts of Praising well 'T is true he fell but 't was like Phaeton Because he durst aspire to drive the Sun Oh boundless Fame how great is thy excess That Thoughts can never reach nor Words express With my small Bark I dare not tempt that Coast Where crowds of Ship-wrack'd Poets I see lost The greatness of the work disdains their toil This Jewel shines too bright to need a foil Nor could I think of Verse Griefseiz'd my Breast And Grief by Silence is the best exprest My Thoughts were dead till Duty led my way To where his Queen his Mourning Consort lay The Happiest Portion of his Happy Life The Tend'rest Kindest most Observing Wife Sorrow in pomp alas fills all the Place And sits Triumphant upon every Face But in her Looks Magnificent appears Drest in the sadness of her Royal Tears Heccnba the greatest Queen that World did know Fam'd for expression of her mighty Woe Had she liv'd now would here Example had Not how to rage but to be greatly sad The Indian Widows whom mistaken Fame Admires for dâ—ing in their Husbands flame Find of their Grief an easie Remedy To live in Pain is harder than to Die Here no unseemly clamour seeks Relief Her Breast contains the burthen of her Grief Which Fire-like supprest within her Princely mind Lives and preserves it self by being confin'd The Royal Mourner lay'd in her dark Room Receives th' Officious Visits as they come Those tedious Forms of Cer'mony and State Is a hard Fine she payes for being Great This Dismal Scene on my num'd Fancy wrought And sad Ideas gave new wings to Thought The Prophet with his Country born away Hung up his Harp and Wept but could not Play But when with Pious Sorrow he Survey'd The Great Jerusalem in Ashes laid From the sad Object soon new Fancies spring And Sacred Aleph first began to Sing Good Heav'n of all thy great Misterious ways That Reason comprehends not yet obeys None moves men more to wonder or distrust Than thy severe Probations of the Just For who can hear of Pious Catharines Name Great in the Glorious Rolls of Holy Fame And not from this sad Scene Expostulate At least lament the Frailty of our State To see that Good and Great both subject are to Fate Else Sh' had been free whose Life is so from Blame Whose Thoughts make highest Virtue all their aim At which hard mark She always shoots so right That every Action nicely hits the White Heav'n sent this Blessing on our English shore T' Instruct this Isle and Virtue to restore From hence long banish'd by misguided heat And teach us how to be both Good and Great Great in Her Birth whose Royal Linage Springs From a long Race of Lucitanian Kings And in the current of whose Blood does shine Glorious Remains of the Lancastrian Line She as a Dowry brought to England more Than any Queen that ever came before She plac'd the English Arms upon the Africk shore But still most Great in this high part of Life As England's Queen and Mighty Charles's Wife And yet When Charity implores Her as a Friend To see with how much Goodness she 'll descend To help th' Opprest and to redeem the state Of the Unhappy that are Slaves to Fate So the Bright Sun that Nature sets so high The Glory of whose Beams fill every Eye From the great height of his Imperial seat Nourishes all things by his kindly heat In those sad times when with a Powerful Hand Curst Perjury Infected all the Land Justice look'd on but durst not say one word Her Enemy had rob'd her of her Sword And by her side her Ballance useless lay For now what men believ'd they duâ—st not weigh Commanding Vice struck every Virtue still All but her Patience how to bear the Ill. The Epidemick Plague in every Breast The wholesom Spirit 's corrupted or opprest Nothing could now withstand nothing prevail Nothing but her Pray'ers that nâ—ver fail On what vain props all Wicâ—edness is built There 's some thing Self-confounding still in guilt Else Oh mistaking men else how could these Innuâ—'d in the success of Villanies Not see That the known Virtues of her Name Would guard her safe that t' attempt her Fame Must of their Story prove so hard a Test As shows the Native baseness of the rest Even Zeal it self could never think that she So fam'd for Virtue and for Piety Could never Cherish wretches to Rebel Or strike the Life of Him she Lov'd so well ' Or that a Prince could Harbour such a Thought ' Who had so bravely for His Country Fought 'A Prince within the circle of whose Mind ' All the Heroick Attributes are joyn'd ' That differently dispers'd havâ— made men Great A Prince so Lov'd so much prâ—serv'd by Fate 'To wear these Glorious Crowns and to repay ' What in His Brother She has born away This show'd the Cheat show'd what the Plot design'd And all men saw but such as would be Blind Susanna-like Accus'd Her Prayers are heard Her Enemies are Punish'd and she Clear'd But 't is no wonder Heav'n should take Her part That holds such large Possessions in Her Heart Who e're a Glorious Piety would Paint A great Triumphant Queen and Praying Saint From the high Image of Her Heav'nly Thought Might draw th' exactest piece was ever wrought The rising Sun no sooner did display His early Beams to kiss the new-born day But that she Rose to Offer up Her Prayers To Crown with Blest success Great Charles's Cares That this our Nation may be Prosp'rous still And for those few that ever wish'd Her Ill Mercy 's Her Natures great Prerogative She never thinks of Faults but to Forgive 'T is this Great Queen that makes me dare to bring To Your high Fame so poor an Offering Your Goodness knows to judge what we intend And how to Pardon if we do Offend This knowledge gives me hope you will not blame My too-aspiring Verse nor conceal'd Name My humble Duty here my Pride o're Pow'rs It dares not live in the same Page with Yours The Beams of your great Glory shine so bright I turn my Face away from my too much Light May Earth Great Queen give Joy to all your years And Heav'n be still Propitious to your Prayers May the great Blessings they alone could send On Charles's Happy Reign and Pious end Have Pow'r to make him in his second Birth As great a Saint as he was King on Earth Where e're you pass may all your En'mies bow And Fame when she relates your Name speak true May you possess a Chain of Happier days And better Poets rise to
Note in Sorrow for our King Whom to the worth no Poet can bemoan Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon But there 's no need our Sorrow to Infuse Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉 Hearts the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉 â—loods of Tears though in the end Relief Great Charles is Dead who was Great Britains King 〈◊〉 â—n Exploits who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉 and â—lenty to His own three Realms â—â—rough storms of State which he did turn to Calms Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth Then cast up Virtues to one total sum Perfections Product will be found in Him We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure With Diamond of the Black Rock to endure Till after Ages that our Children may Pay Tears for Tribute to His Sacred Clay Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke We 'll kiss the Rod though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate Yet we 'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse That 's dipt in Tears and Elegiack Verse T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame Then rest dear Saint though dead yet still alive Though laid in dust Times Age thou shalt survive Thour' t mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests to wear a Cross-less-Crown And though our Grief cannot our loss prevent Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent EPITAPH HEre lyes Grave Majestick Dust Which when alive was Good and Just Great Charles the second Britain's King Whose valour makes us Weep and Sing His Crown environ'd was with Thorn Which makes His Subjects double Mourn By Land and Sea he did our Work The Fear and Terrour of the Turk He Peace to Europe did restore When other Kings had given it o'r Defender of the Faith that 's true Vntil he had the World adieu Let Princes Eternize His Name And make his worth their Diadem Now since the Sighs that did Eclipse our Skie By His Successors Light begins to flye O're Tears we 'll Triumph since our sore doth bring The surest Salve which is a Lawful King We 'll pâ—â— Allegiance due on Charles his score To JAMES the VII and many Millions more P. K. An Elegy on the Deplorable and never enough to be Lamented Death of the Illustrious and Serene CHARLES the Second KING of Great-Britain France and Ireland c. Who departed this Life February the 6th 1685. HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad and call The Royal Palace Black and not White-Hall Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears and true Of Orient Pearl but Occidental Hew Since Britains Phoebus hath forsook the Stage Before he reach'd the Tropick of his Age. The interval betwixt our Setting Sun And Rising Soveraign ' ere his Light begun Was short yet till our Sorrow soung Relief We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief Yet tho' our Soveraign doth our Mourning ' swage And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage We 'll make no Bonesires for it were in vain Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again All Israel when good Hezekiah dy'd To his last Bâ—â—ath true â—â—oyal Honour pay'd Where 's then the Boldest Critick â—n deny 〈…〉 CHARLES his worth a Dâ—leful ELâ—GY 〈◊〉 Worth to Times last â—riod shall Endure In 〈◊〉 of Envy oâ— the Grave Secure And Children yet 〈◊〉 with Tears shall pay A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 use â—o his sacred Clay He from His Child-hood was of great Renown He bore his Cross before he wore his Crown Brancht in the stock of Trouble 't is well known His Fruit was Ripe the Blossom yet unblown Great Britains Bane and Blush Eclips'd his Skie E'r England knew his Soveraignty But as his Sun ascended the Noon-day Aâ— Clouds like Vapours vanish'd quite away 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—right Calms of Peace did still remain â—â—â—ough the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign Then Rest dear Saint tho' now Intomb'd in Dust Unâ—il the Resurrection of the Just And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief Because our Sorrow doth admit Relief The Vail of Death no Christian needs dismay The King of Kings Himself did guide the Way And since our Sore a Salve along doth bring God save Great JAMES our Second Soveraign King Let his Dâ—minions preface Black and White Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing Like Birdâ— Reviv d in the returning Spring Let Court and City raise their joyful Voice And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by And Treason turn to purest Loyalty Hence thâ—n projecting Traytors stand aloof His Loyal Throne is sure and Treason-Proof Lest sit on Edâ—e by old Seditious Smâ—â— Your Treasâ—ns Trapturn round upon your Neck His Presence may no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Resort Nor base 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his Court But Reign in Peace whil'st we have in our Eye CHARLES still live in JAMES'S Royalty But since he 's Dead and gone let this sad Verse Tho' undeserving yet attend his Herse EPITAPH HEre lyes Great Charles the Just the Good As ever came of Royal Bloâ—d To Troubles Born he Early knew What Kings as Men are subject to His Morning Glâ—ries were â—'recast And by some Fatal Star Opprest But as his Sun ascended Noon The cruel Comet did fall Down In Peace he Liv'd in Peace he Dy'd The Kingdom and the Churches Guiâ—e The Guardian of the swelling Main The Terrour of the DUTCH and DANE At his Command all war did Cease And Europe Owes to him her Peace Diseases at his Power did Crouch And own the Virtue of his Touch. Let KINGS and PRINCES in him Glory And make his Reign their Directâ—ry To His Sacred Majesty King JAMES II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom â—â—'â—y Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Ruâ—â— When Time Your Wondrous Story shall unsold Your Gloriâ—us Deeds in Arms when â—â—â— but Young Your strange â—scapes and Dangerâ— shall be told Your Battles Fâ—â—ghâ— Your Guildâ—◠〈◊〉 is â—â—â— When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st noâ— share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before You the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As sill this Lucky Years Account O're England
there should Reign a Star Of that Divine and Gracious Influence Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove And bless the Land with Plenty Peace and Love 'T is YOU oh Sacred Sir for Empire Born Shall make the great Prediction true And this last Miracle perform To make Us Blest and make Us own it too Oh may Your â—uster with Your Liâ—e renew â—ong may You Shine and spread Your Beams as far As from the Morning to â—he Eâ—â—ning Star 'Till Your Convincing Rays Your Foes o're come And for Your Glâ—rious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room FINIS Ireland's Tears A Pindarique Poem upon the Death of our late Soveraign Charles the Second and the Peaceful and Happy Succession and Inauguration of our present Great Monarch King James the II. I. AS distant Thunder in a rowling Cloud First Murmures inwardly then Roars aloud O're the amazed list'ning Crowd Till the Dread Clap scares ev'ry Mortal Ear Too weak Heav'ns angry voice to bear Such was the sad astonishing News Which February's 6th Ides did bring The dangerous Sickness of our Dearest King It stun'd all Ears and did all Minds amuse All the sad Tydings so bemoan As if it were not His Sickness but their Own Trembling and full of Fear we wait To know what the next Messenger will say And all the while we Weep and all the while we Pray When suddenly Death's Herald spoke the Dreadful Fate Alas the Miserable Day The News too sad to Hear too Killing to repeat II. Horrour and Cryes fill all around Distracted Looks and Throbbing Hearts As if 't were the last Trumpets sound In ev'ry place are found And hideous Groans do Eccho from all parts Frighted with what I saw and heard But much more with what I sear'd The blasted City soon I left And as of Reason quite bereft I wildly roam'd about to seek some place Less Doleful than that City was Where without Partners or Lookers on I might Enjoy my Grief alone And for a little space Might lay the weighty burden of my Sorrow down III. And long I had not rov'd about E're an approv'd Retirement I found out Ruins that to Religion Sacred were of Yore Nor now less Venerable than heretofore Where all things did my Melancholly Fancy please Murmuring Waters awful Cliffs wither'd Trees There Cheerful Birds n'ere Sing nor e're blows Nor any Beast or Humane Face gentle breeze Was to be seen upon the lonely Place To this Forlorn and Uncouth seat Well suited to my Troubled state I softly with my load of Grief retreat Where each Rock and ev'ry Tree Wou'd I knew Condole with me Only stearn Fate would un-relenting be Thus then with many a Tear and Groan My Dead Prince I did bemoan IV. Charles the Clement and the Good Charles the Flow'r of Princely Blood Of all we Earthly Gods do call Charles the most Belov'd of all Our Heart's Delight Joy of our Eyes And whom not we alone did prize Through the whole Universe His Glory flies Ev'n Nations Strangers to our Faith and God Heard of His Fame Rever'd His Name And Eastern Princes Dazled with His bright Renown Which did so much Eclipse their own Sent their Embassadors Abroad To Court the Favour of this Second Solomon Of Him to learn the Royal Art To Govern and secure the Peoples Heart While Christendom in ev'ry weighty All Did to His well-known Justice still Appeal Whose Word and Wisdom ever turn'd the Scale V. He that can tell the drops of Rain Which on an April day do fall Or his sad Subjects Tears can count Which to a greater number mount May reckon up the Graces but not all For that Essay would be in vain Which did adorn his Life and Glorious Reign For who will e're Attempt to tell Things that are unexpressible Great Lord of Wit Patron of Arts He was Learnings strong Atlas Poetry's best Friend Crown'd with each Ray and blest with ev'ry Grace That could a Prince or make or recommend But if in any one He could did Himself Excel 'T was that of Clemency Herein He was Heav'ns Parallel Nay be 't with Reverence spoke He Heav'n out-went In Pard'ning the Impenitent Is Heav'n it self so Merciful as He VI. But as Ten Thousand scatter'd Rays By Art are made to Center in one Glass So all the Tenderness and Love Which in His Heart did towards all His Subjects move First on His Royal Brother fell and through Him did pass Not fearing loss of Empire or of Life When High-born James's Foes were rife When sawcy Factious Senates menac'd high And blush'd not to Decry The Crown 's Just Heir and Truest Friend to Monarchy Our King close to His Brothers Interest stood And stem'd the Impetuous Flood To the Damn'd Project soon He put an end And shew'd Himself not more a Monarch than a Friend Friendship like This the World did never know Save what the King of Heav'n did show Who for our sakes descending here below Ceas'd to be Happy that we might be so VII How Dear to Heav'n its Champion was our Prince Who did so well Defend the Crown And Faith which He receiv'd from thence â—till valuing the Publick Weal more than his own Let the long Chain of Miracles convince Which Maugre all the opposition Of Fiends Fiend-like Men combin'd in one Destin'd him for and Brought Him to and kept Him on His Throne Witness that shining Herald sent To tell the World of His Illustrious Birth As if Heav'n had hereby meant Another God is Born on Earth At Noon we saw the New-born Star Shine on his Infant Brother here With a Mild Aspect yet so Bright and Clear As did out-vie the Mid-day Sun As far as He Himself all other Kings has done VIII And when Rebellion Black and Dire Had harass'd long His God-like Sire Whose Life it Barbarously took away Of all things Great and Holy made a Prey And turn'd three Kingdoms into One Aceldam Our late Ah wretched word Heav'n-lov'd King Kind Providence did wond'rously convey And sheltred Him beneath its wing From all the Ills which War and Chance And Treasons blacker than the Night Did'gainst His Sacred Life advance Witness His Happy ' scape from Wor'ster's Bloody Fight Where Hov'ring Angels with their Mighty Sav'd Him from all the Hazards of that Dread-Shield And their important Charge by ways unknown ful Field T' a Neighb'ring Friendly shade convey'd Where sturdy Oaks stretch'd out their Arms Oh shame to Mans Barbarity To Receive and shelter Distress'd Majesty on high Witness O Boscobel thy Monumental Tree IX From thence through Dangers numberless In mighty Wants and deep Distress At Home Abroad by Land and Seas As once his High-fam'd Ancestor the wandriâ— Trojan Prince By many a wondrous Providence During his Nine Years Exile hence Heav'n its Regard of Him did Evidence When the Almighty King to shew his care Of such as his Vicegerents are When Humane Force could do no more And when Our dying Hopes could