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A64927
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A view of the times with Britain's address to the Prince of Orange, a pindarick poem.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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1689
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Wing V371; ESTC R233019
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you shou'd first agree What 's by that Word Religion meant If the Establish'd Church it be By Boasted Act of Parliament Then oh * Eusebia you with Justice fear Religion will not now be setl'd here If the whole Reformation you include Of differing Sects that Endless Multitude What 's this but that Dispensing Power in you Which Caesar's Great Prerogative must not do All of the Christian Faith you cannot mean Lest Popery for her Share come in Is it Religion Lawful Right to oppose Or Violate our Sacred Oaths Is it Religion to Unsheath the Sword Against the Anointed of the Lord Alass how vain is then the Sacred Word Why then was David Smitten in his Heart For Robbing Saul but only of his Skirt With the same Stroke he might have Empire gain'd But God forbid the Royal Youth reply'd Against the King I should direct my Hand Or see it in the Blood of Monarchs dy'd If those a Curse upon themselves must bring Who but in Heart think Evil of the King If of Kings Safeties Heaven has took such Care That even the wing'd Inhabitants of the Air Shall every Secret Rebel Thought declare Then Wretched Britain What must be thy Fate And where is this Religion which has made So great a Noise in this Divided State And has so Just so Good a King Betray'd The Outlaw'd Villains blot his Sacred Name He was He is this King of an Immortal Fame Then since oh Muse forlorn thy Prince is gone For whom thou tun'dst thy Noblest Song In this dark Shade ne'er with Apollo blest This Covert suting with a Soul distrest With Sighing Winds and Murmuring Rivers mourn Till James thy God-like Master back return Britains ADDRESS to the Prince of Orange TO you Great Prince Three prost'rate Nations come To Ease their Fears and to Expect their Doom Oh! Hero more than half Divine Whose Glories and replenish'd Virtues first Made me my Willing Shores resign Up to your Conquering Hands in Trust Not Caesar's Promise nor the Word of God Cou'd calm the Trembling Fevers in my Blood 'T was Yours Great Sir on whom I did depend My Laws and Just Religion to Defend 'T was that that did Assist your Glory's Rise 'T was that that made you Britain's Noblest Choice And gave you all the Applauses of my People's Voice Then as your Gracious Declarations speak My King and People Once more Happy make My People whom no more Words or Oaths can bind Yet strictly will exact this Truth from you As their Own Right their Property and Due But to that Justice will not be confin'd The Mighty Work 's but half yet done Your Glories cannot be compleat Till by a Justice more Illustrious yet You bring Great Caesar to his Rightful Throne Brave Offspring of the Royal Martyr's Blood By Nature Pious Merciful and Good Maintain this Empire in its Lawful Line This Empire which Succeding Time By Right of Birth Heaven may to you resign Content you with the Glories you have won Such as no Hero yet did e're Renown Nor let your Nobler Quiet be undone With the too Restless Burthen of a Crown Nor You Illustrious Mary can Receive What Heaven Denys and Justice cannot Give Your Virtues are too Eminently Great To Rob a Father's Head to Adorn Your Own And that Bright Angels Face with every Charm repleat Needs not th' Addition of a Lawless Crown Leave it to Heaven since You 've too lately seen The Faith False Britain paid an Injur'd Queen FINIS Hone's Tryal c. and Rye-House * The Bishope ☜ * The Church Oath of Allegiance c. 1 Sam. c. 24. v. 4 5. Eccl. 10.20 The Princess of Orange