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A39563	Veni, vidi, vici the triumph of the most excellent & illustrious, Oliver Cromwell, &c., set forth in a panegyricke / written originally in Latine, and faithfully done into English heroicall verse, by T.M. ... ; whereunto is added an elegy upon the death of the late Lord Deputy of Ireland, the much lamented, Henry Ireton, &c.	Fisher, Payne, 1616-1693.; Manley, Thomas, 1628-1690.	1652 (1652)	Wing F1044; ESTC R948	33,535	138

The most excellent Oliver Cromwell Lord Gen ll of Greate Brittayne Chancellor of y e Vniversity of Oxford L d Cheife Gove●… r of Ireland ●… VENI VIDI VICI THE TRIUMPHS OF THE Most Excellent Illustrious OLIVER CROMWELL c. Set forth in a Panegyricke Written Originally in Latine and faithfully done into English Heroicall Verse By T M Jun. Esq Whereto is added An Elegy upon the death of the late Lord Deputy of Ireland the much lamented HENRY IRETON c. LONDON Printed for Iohn Tey at the White Lion in the Strand near the New Exchange 1652. TO THE Most Excellent and Right Honourable as well for his valourous Atchievements as His Incomparable Vertues His Excellency OLIVER CROMWELL Lord Generall of Great Brittaine Chancellor of the famous University of Oxford Lord Chiefe Governour of Ireland A Member of the Parliament of England and of the Right Honourable the Councell of State IT is reported of Caesar Right Honourable Lord that he never rejoyced more then when he heard his valiant exploits were spoken of in simple Cottages alledging this that a bright Sun shines in every corner which makes not the beames worse but the place better My Lord having seen the following Panegyricke in Latine a Language too high for the greatest part of our Nation to understand and considering that it was a jewell exposed only to the view not to the understandings of all made me presume to render it into English that even the meanest of our Natives might be able in their hearts with joy and thankfulness to confess the greatness of their Obligations to your Excellency by whose successefull and divinely victorious hand the yoke is broken off their necks and their happy Liberty restored that thereby with that great Macedonian Conquerour there may not be so much as a Miller but both loves and praises thee Neither durst I offer to any other hand what is only fit to be laid on thine own Altars least I might become presumptuously foolish but that as the Acts sung in the ensuing Panegyrick were thine own the honour of them thine own so thou only thy selfe wert fit to be their Patron Accept therefore Most Noble Sir these weake endeavours whose only aime hath been to publish and make known thy Vertues in our uttermost Borders and that it may appeare how evidently the hand of God hath gone along with thee in all thy Actions and carried thee with triumphall honours through the midst of so many dangers May the Great God of Heaven and Earth still carry you on that you may add triumph to triumph and be victorious on every side till arrived at that height of earthly happiness than which no man can enjoy more you may at last be crowned with eternall felicity which is the humble desire and hearty Prayer of Jan. 30. 1652. My Lord Your Excellencies most devoted in all duty and observance Tho. Manley Junior To my Honoured Friend Mr. THOMAS MANLY on his accurate Translation c. SEE how the Thespian Gyrles can dare those Fates That threaten Kingdomes and disorder States Ages to come had never known the use Of wilie War had Fishers Buskin'd Muse Been silent he doth trayterously conspire Even to dis member the Maeonian Lyre His fancie like a flame her way does take Leaving no track for after-times to make Progression Is 't not strange see here 's no oddes Betwixt his worthies and the Grecian Gods The frowns of Mars and dire Bellonas rage Drawn to the life in each elaborate page So that the Effigie of our Famous Nol Rather then here deserv's Romes Capitol But if such thanks to him be due what praise What Heccatombs of Beev's what Groves of Bayes Shall we designe thy worth who mak'st his Song To vail it's Bonnet to our English tongue Th' Indulgent censure of succeeding times Shall crown thee Manly for thy flowing Rime With the same Chaplet that wreathes Sands his brow This he predicts who honours thee I vow SAMUEL SHEPPARD Errata PAge 3. line 4. for sate read state p. 10. l. 14. bear r. owe p. 11. l. 13. deere r. done p. 12. l. 1. expect her r. expects she ibid. l. 12. brow r. browes p. 23. l. 15. strayning r. streaming ibid. l. 17. bracked r. wracked p. 31. l. 14. on r. or p. 33. l. 7. th●●e r. them p. 34. l. 6. for r. soe p. 38. l. 9. Muse r. Muses p. 52. l. 16. louring r. lowing p. 76. l. 17. layd r. lay p. 92. l. 1. the r. Thou A GRATULATORY Song of PEACE OR Triumphall Canto for the Victories of the Most Illustrious and Right Hon ble OLIVER CROMWELL c. Dedicated to the Lord President BRADSHAVV And the rest of the Right Hon ble the Councell of STATE c. In the yeare of our Redemption 1652 And of Englands Restored Liberty 4 Translated into English out of Latine BY T M Jun. Esq To the All-Worthy The good hand of the great God so ordaining And by the choice of the Supreme Authority of ENGLAND The Overseer of the Common-wealth and Re-gained Liberty JOHN Lord BRADSHAVV Sergeant at LAVV Chiefe Iustice of CHESTER Chancellor of the Dutchy and County Palatine of LANCASTER LORD HIGH-PRESIDENT OF THE Right Hon ble the Councell of STATE AS ALSO To the rest of those ever Renowned Patriots Sitting Members of the same Right Hon ble Councell Lords Commiss ners of the great Seale of England Bulstrode Whitlock John Lisle Lords Chief Iustices of England Oliver Saint-John Henry Rolls Charles Fleetwood Lievtenant-General of the ARMY Knights and Baronets Sir Arthur Haslerigge Sir Henry Vane junior Sir William Masham Sir James Harrington Sir Gilbert Pickering Colonels William Purefoy Valentine Walton Richard Salloway Esq Thomas Challoner Thomas Scot John Gourdon John Carew Nicholas Love Dionys Bond. Philip Earl of Pembrooke Philip Sidney Viscount Lisle Knights of the Bath Sir William Constable Sir Peter Wentworth Generall Rob. Blake Admiral of the Sea Colonels Alexander Popham Anthony Stapylton Herbert Morley Iohn Downes Henry Marten Esq Robert Wallop Cornelius Holland Isaac Penington Abraham Burwell Henry Nevell William Masham Henry Herbert Iohn Dixwell William Heyes Iohn Corbet c. F. F. Happinesse Victory Triumphs ●… The Epistle Dedicatory Honoured Lord and you most eminent worthy Patriots THat I should go unarmed into the field to meet the Muses the wishes of a few might easily perswade me since my own affections drew me by which Incitement egged on as by Spurs I recalled my now old-grown Genius from the Camp to the Court from the War to congratulate the return of the Lord-Chief-Generall And who in such ovations would not even be wrapt beyond himself Who can contain his joy within bounds at so solemn so publike a Triumph That we may the better perceive the effects of this rejoycing we must first weigh the causes Cast your eyes then upon our conducting General whose heroick acts exceeding even the utmost limits of belief to the present age proclaime their own triumph and

made No hostile clangor to blood-swelling veines But sweetly Warbles forth some gentler straynes The zealous vulgar this just joy resent Meeting therein City and Parliament The Souldier more safe rejoyces now With Olive wreathes on his triumphall brow He even his well-come Generall adores And out of 's heart to heaven thanksgiving powres Thrice happy Brittans whom the world so call Under the care of such a Generall As Children Parents England values thee Or as a Bride her Husband so doth shee Whil'st broke with Scottish tumults growing harms And shook with cruell Mars his bloody arms Begins at last at least to hope to see Her Treasure-blood-bought quiet under Thee But stay my Muse rash Clio whither away Thou know'st not how thy sails plow up the Sea Hold in and lesser use the winde and Sail At the first setting out Oars best prevail It is enough for triall once to soare Up to the highest top of glories store But if high flying now I shipwrack shall I shall arise much prouder by my fall For why 't would comfort both and credit be In such a gulph of vertues even to dye The league of peace so long since made was broke By the unfaithfull Scot who did provoke The harmless English injurious harmes To punish treachery with Victorious armes The Scottish truce thus broken straight contempt A while was throwne on th' English Parliament Deceits by little to increase begin At which report Bellona entring in Taking the Vizer off did soon produce The horrid actions that were then in use As fire rak'd up in ashes doth revive And by a gentle blast new heat receive First burning softly with the hafle playes And like uneven shrubs anon doth blaze More siercely while still it burning moves And levels without number woods and groves Sparing nor knotty Beach high Ash nor Pine So much renowned for that head of thine Thus rageth Scotland in her war her ire While every house brings fewell to the fire While every hand and age more arms do bring Scotland of nought but warlike troopes did ring Such was the madness of the Priests and such The Presbyterian power and so much Besides the peoples dotings were so great Of that which heaven withstands 't is vain to treat A swift a sure revenge plagues death what not Will persecute the Covenant-breaking Scot. God will destroy them Cromwell doth appeare With his unconquer'd troopes victorious there Removing hence the war he there doth start More cunning then the foe in his own art Thus the unhappy Scot is compast round Within the limits of his proper ground And turn'd their sword on their own plotting pate By them for us intended with such hate Thus did Perillus in those torments dye Wherein the others had design'd to lye The Generall proceedes the Common peace And common danger do his cares increase To waft his troopes to Scottish ground in time Who meetes a sickness cures it in its prime He undertook this journey that he might His countreys honor and the people right Worthy revenger of unfaithfull acts Whose virtue famous by so many facts Oppressed with so many treacheries Ennobled with so many victories Tryed with so many suff'rings yet no art Could make him waver fear give ground or start Learning at last that ridicle to know A Scottish battail is but wars mock-show So the fair Cypress having fixt his rootes Boasting her high-top-growing heaven-sent shootes Doth nothing fear winters tempestuous stormes Nor Tyrant Aeolus his threatned harmes Then go to Fame paint out old Times best story We can no less then Romane Trophies glory Admire our Cromwell fading Englands fort A sconse whereto the Britaines may resort Not Italy to Fabius nor Greece So much doth beare to her Themistocles Nor Carthage proud to her known Haraill As we to our renowned Generall Nor Trojan Hector nor Aeneas just Penelopes Vlysses neither must Or Priam Equall him though Fame their glory boast Upon the confines of each several coast Blest Hero whose uprightness all commands Whose joy in vertue more then triumph stands Thou scorn'st the peoples suffrage or their praise Those airy cracks cannot thy Trophies raise Thus doest thou valiant Leader overthrow Thine enemies thy selfe thus conquer too While you curb passions sea and wandring sense You shew your self guarded with reasons fence As Castor is reported to restrain Those tam'd yoke-bearers with Amyclean rain Well dear thou care of heaven the sole renown Of future ages Brittains fort and crown Thy Countrey ownes thee as her Dearest Son Yet doth to thee as to a Father run While shewing hearty Love she quits now free All former Tyes at thy return for Thee Expect her peace I her reformation must Have thee her refuge her assured trust The fatall judgment seat doth ask the same The Courts of Justice even adore thy name And in the fatall danger that they stand Implore the help of thy victorious hand But too much hast is nought stay what do I In this mean paper scrible things so high These are not things for our so humble quill Void or of worth or confidence or skill Nor Ivy dare I put among the boughes Of conquering Cypress circling round your brow Why should I speak the rest why should I blaze The civill battailes of our troubled dayes To count the conquered foes the nobles slain This is a labor this a work of pain Whose many funeralls and herses stand So many Trophies of thy conquering hand Marston and famous York will Pillars raise With large inscriptions for thy greater praise Naisby Triumphall Arches will compile Excelling far the Pyramides of Nile Though to the wandring stars th' advance their head And in Fames book are the worlds wonders read This was no period here no end as yet To his atcheivement or his praise was set England alone can't circumscribe his fame The world itself 's too narrow for his name While o're the sea you waft your troopes and goe Implacably upon another foe Ogygian nets were laid the Irish shore Trembled at thy approach though proud before Thus conqueror in England you proceede The Rebell-Irish to chastise with speede O're whom victorious too at last you come To scourge the Scot in his own hated home And broughtst their necks under a double chain Who were before impatient of the rain The glory is as great the happiness Of conquering that people is no less Then from that feared watching Dragon fell By cunning stratagems the fleece to steal Or the half Bull half man Chimaera tame Kept in the Cretane Labyrinth of fame Thus you proceede still happily and do As often fight so often triumph too While for your Countreys liberty and right While for Religions sake you truly fight Even God will help you and the stars will stand Assistant to your troops in rear and van The heaven stayes for thee moving not a jot An ample Weight of glory hast thou got To have the Thund'rer lead thee as it were And to have servants full of

defeat How did death triumph in the fields of Fife That cover'd were with bodyes voide of life It was a fell-black-day alas how there In various manners did grim death appear When Lesley fled well-hors'd through cross by-waies And among others whom our troops did seize As Captives was unhappy Brown who gave Himselfe to Lamberts armes his life to save Speak ye whose soules are slow and dull as lead Is ancient virtue or retir'd or dead If that Book speak the truth if we believe What 's written there or it as true receive Ye have been valiant when your Armies stood And Rhenes and Isters streams dy'd red with blood And when Count Tilly did affrighted stand To see the wonders acted by your hand All Germany look'd on you as the Fort Whereto the Dutch-men chiefly did resort Such was your honour then alas but now Where is that former vertue do you know Only to shew the Valour of your state Abroad and be at home degenerate Your spirits like your soyle are poore and dry At home your hearts are in a Lethargy Your Army else would not let us surprize Calenders fenced house before their eyes In so great danger they like Cowards stand Fearefull to lend their Mates a helping hand Thus Cromwell art thou Conquerour thus do Armies surrender up themselves to You. Thy conquering sword thousands of foes doth rule Whose habitation is the furthest Thule The valiant Scots and Picts that did let fly Their Ensignes through the lower Germany And those of other Lands that Conquerors be Magnanimous Cromwell are subdu'd by Thee Thou dost destroy the Caledonian Boare Sooner than Meleager could before Thou brok'st the bonds of tyrants now grown strong And kill'dst the Hydra while it yet was young Half-buri'd England while you were her Head Rais'd up her self again as from the Dead By thee regayning strength she rises free Wasted before by Scottish treachery What should I speak of more what words or wit Can such high darings with expressions fit Or how can my so mean endeavors raise Trophies to equall your deserved praise Be it enough since all my pains fall short To be amazed at the fam'd report Of your great actions and since all I write In these mean papers doth appeare too light Seeming to do no more when all is done Then hold a candle to the shining Sun Or adde a drop unto the Ocean After our Leader had triumphing got Into the Fisian region of the Scot When both Saint Johnstons and Burnt-I stand came And Torwood subjects to thy honoured name And other towns did of their own accord Yield up themselves and to our troops afford Shelter the half-dead Scots seeing affairs Thus to go backward falling in despair Suffering such woes in their polluted home Resolve from that accursed place to come In so great danger only hoping health Though much deceiv'd from th' English Common-wealth Such was the confidence and such the hopes Springing among the Caledonian troopes But that their hope was vain the cure was worse Then the disease and prov'd a greater curse Wretches ye headlong run changing the star Into the hazards of a sharper war So a poore Sayler tost from shore to shore When in a storm the winds and waters roare To whom no glimmering star yields any light No Cynosura to direct him right In that his unknown way being struck with feare Not knowing to what place his course to steere Stands void of sense and while he seeks to fly The ro●ks and barking Scylla to pass by And takes a care Synphlegades to shun Sad Fate doth make him on Charybdis run What reason pray had we to trust you so That you to England a new guest would go To take those dainties from us which you knew Not being cal'd were ne'r prepar'd for you Think'st thou the English look'd for thee once more That Presbyterian fancies did adore And on their slaved necks bore Calvins yoke Tell me ye mad men what did thus provoke Your minds to this beliefe that you should have From the discording English what you crave Vaine hope Caerdigan cannot helpe you now Nor are the Norfolke Rebels helpfull who Proud in their hopes of greater numbers grown By Rich's smaller force were overthrown Most honour'd Rich that dost advance thy fame And by thy vertues raise thy budding name Who after he had Norfolke quiet made And those seditions by his Sword allay'de He fals upon the Scots who once againe Invade us but he made their journey vaine That they might learne by such mischances sad Nought to the good is hard safe to the bad Keep back therefore the Fates have all decreed Ye must not Brethren pass the River Tweed The way that leads to England is beset With thorns and dismall shades of mountains great Unlucky Birds did your first March attend And will wait on you to the very end Poore greedy rout you the sole wretches are That closely nursed our first Civill warre Then wicked thou thy just reward wilt have And of a double tongue the losse receive When those Troops slain by us thou shalt bemoane And in thy losse and nearer ruine groane Oh! Nation base and treacherous what lyes Have you maintain'd as greatest verities Under a specious Vizor Oh what Sects And swarmes of Errors did your zeale protect Who can relate how wisely you did sow Such seeds of discord as you knew would grow When thus your policy had gain'd the day How on th' intangled English did you prey With thousands witcherafts you did them inchant Forcing at last a guilefull Covenant Could love of gold and like insatiate tricks Saint you and with us in our Border fix Was this your zeale your Covenant to rise More rich and full by Englands miseries Was this your care to Canaan that so Your Thistle might in our sweet Gardens grow And that your Tares might at the least oppose If not quite choke the growing of our Rose This was the Scots fully resolved scope They thought them sure of this their wretched hope But Heaven forbad the banes and with the eyes Of pity looking on our miseryes Turning the scale quite blasted all their hopes And in their Borders set our valiant Troops Could the blind zeale of Priests such ills perswade To quiet peace through Seas of blood to wade Or that the sword was a fit instrument Religion to establish with content O damned impious crew doth your Kirke teach Her Clerkes the very Gospell thus to preach What godliness is that with bloud and spoile And rage of War the Churches to defile Away and to your Countrey when you come This Doctrine may be fit to teach at home Let your mad Priests belch out these Tenets there Your Scottish Kirks such things as these may beare If in these lines you happily may meet Some barbarous names your pardons I entreat For I was forc'd to use them since but few Would well agree with such a cock-braine crew But whither doth this straying errorlead If I go

tedious war and fitting succors give Othou whose worthy memory 's more sweet Then all the best Companions I meet My fort and comfort what heroick verse Can thy great prayses worthily rehearse How where shall I begin shall I record The valour that thy younger yeares afford Or that thy Candor what a child you shew'd Of valour while you ne'r had been abroad Only at Blanford how you did excell Among three restlers how you shewd your skill In turning bals what man did better know To throw the Bar or give a stronger blow With such like trophies you did think no scorne The first yeares of your active youth t' adorne But when a downy cheeke makes you put on An age more virile straight these to●es are gone You wish to heare the Trumpet which doth raise The Horses courage to the Riders praise You lov'd to bound and curvet hence it came That in your youth you did begin your fame By your great vertue when as yet your force Was ty'd within a Century of Horse But not your courage for with them you go Through many Troopes of a more potent Foe England will speake this of thee and confess The greatnesse of thy acts with joyfulness Sad Warder Caster which long siege did tame Will speake thy labours and confess the same Who when her wals all broken did appeare And all her buildings nought but ruines were Yet did remaine valiantly faithfull still A Conquerour by suffering so much ill A worthy act which fame will ever sing Amazement to the present age to bring And future too then Mayden-Bradley holds Out to the world thy fame renown'd of old From thy fore-fathers known both wise and bold Next happy Wiltshire doth triumphing stand So often sav'd by thy victorious hand When the destroying Enemy with boasts Entred and rage into that Countries coasts Wiltshire relate the changes of that war When Ludlow followed the Enemy so far Speak Sarisbury Church-yard which stood and gaz'd Upon thy passage through the swords amaz'd Like to a Lion when he is beset Which fearelss runs and breakes the scorned net 'T is a vaine worke thy praises all to bring Within the compasse of a narrow ring A little now shall serve for that we know We do unto thy praises much more ow. Which we shall pay if once our Muse can get A little respite to refresh her wit In the meane while brave Captaine go thou on With happy Omens as you have begun That by your Guard fam'd Ireton may rise Much more conspicuous in the publike eyes While to each other force and armes you lend The horrid bloudy Irish war to end That once againe her ruin'd houses may Of their rebuilding see the happy day And that poore Ireland wearied out with age May yet grow young againe when freed from strage By your most worthy hands and that sweet peace In her may settle first and then increase TO THE Most Famous as well for his Valour as Vertues HENRY IRETON Late Lord Deputy of Ireland A Member of the Parliament of England As also Of the Right Honourable the Councell of State At whose Tombe and to whose Memory this Funerall Elegy is offered and Wept By T. M. Junior An Elegy IS Ireton dead and yet the heavens not beare In such a publike loss an equall share Can such a Patron of our Liberty VVithout a grand Eclipse or Comet dye Although not at his death yet he will have The Sun a mourner at his honour'd grave The Muses Fountaine is too small too dry My Quill with fit Encomiums to supply If all your raptures all your sacred fits Could be inspir'd into my working wits Could Aganippe by some secret veine Be brought into the Cisternes of my braine Your fits would faile and that exhale in teares By this new Sun late placed in the spheares Let England speake his worth Ireland proclame His Trophies and proud Limrick keepe his name Ingrav'd in brass that future times may see And speake his honour to Posterity Great Cromwel's Son Oh speak not Titles Fame But tell his Vertues give his Soule a name His Valour mixed with such meekeness rare That no old Hero might with him compare But only Moses And straight cal'd aside And Canaan seen in hopes he gently dy'd His VVisdome speake his Temperance his Zeale And strong endeavors for the Common-weale But that you can't the Dotes thereof was such That nor my tongue nor Pen can say how much Their Value was but when that all is done If you would speake their worth say Ireton Whom all rich graces round about beset And piety the Center where they met Hence then all smiles come weeping change we mirth To mourning Dirges lave the pretious earth Of this so honour'd Patron with our teares Fertile as them the cheeke of Aprill weares Let Angels sing his graces who did call His soule to heaven to its originall And murmur not that losse which here but lay A pawne that might be cal'd for every day But if upon our sorrow and thy fate Poore Mortals could but set an equall rate The world would praise thee while it did appeare With a full sorrow in each eye a teare For where Art failes to yeild us her reliefe Our will to praise thee wee 'l express in griefe FINIS * Aeolus