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A67197
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Epistles to the King and Duke
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Wycherley, William, 1640-1716.
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1682
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Wing W3742; ESTC R217195
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And take no notice of their Shapes or Speed The Stallion-Parent only Shapes does find No mortal Syre can give the God-like mind Wise Just is Noble by the God's above Good Actions best high Linage from 'em prove Just firm is Royal knows to Dye as Live Life to forgotten Ancestors does give In Mercy shews his Braver Conquer'd Heart And Wounds he 's forc'd to give first make him Smart In giving Life a Gods or Heroes part His Mercy is sole danger of his Life To save more than to kill is still his strife To Honour he by Arms no siege does lay He dares meet Death from Fame yet flyes away Such are You Sir Obscur'd by Royal Blood Had you not own'd a KING for Syre you shou'd By mortal Heroes have been own'd a God Above the Commets dread Heav'ns held-out Rod Your suff'rings only prove your mortal Race Best Prince was once with People in Disgrace With a more Jewish race you have to do Who wou'd their Countrys-Saviour banish too Yet you bear wrongs like an immortal mind Some sorrows but for sins against you find But for your self you never feel the wrongs Are done you by prophaning Hearts and Tongues If any touch you they are chiefly those Offer'd you by reneagueing slaves Friend-Foes Their aym they do you cannot courage lose Blaspheming does no wrong to heedless Jove Atheist to you shall Hell in conscience prove Your God-like Patience will disarm their spight Your Constancy shall their perversness fight Your quiet Suff'ring shew your heart sense right Wretches who did their Lawful Prince dethrone Of his Inheritance wou'd rob the Son Fond fools Heav'n says it can't it shan't be done Such Insolents once Heav'n it self assayl'd And 'ore the God's themselves wou'd have prevail'd Such long-Arm'd Monsters against Heav'n did rise Swell'd up 'gainst Government of Jove and Skyes And with huge Gripes unhing'd whole Provinces To give disturbance to the God's long Ease With Mountains shielded many handed Slaves Slung Campaigns to the skies which prov'd their Graves So their own strength own ruin most did prove Heav'd Hills their Monuments against their Jove And vainly seeking to bring their God's down Heap'd on their own heads own Destruction May all rebellious rabbles e'en so thrive Who will not let him live by whom they live Wou'd pluck down their defence 'gainst forraign Foes Like drunken squablers Guardian-Friend Oppose Your Royal true Protector you 'd Destroy And Arms against your Bullwark wou'd Employ Weary of Peace you wou'd enjoy Revenge To let in Warr the Government unhinge Such hands as your's once cut the Royal Line And now the sacred Clew you wou'd untwine Wou'd brake the double Cable which does hold The tossing Government in storms so bold So Fools to shipwrack your own selves you fall Foul on your fearles Driving Admiral And that ungrateful undefended shore To which he was a Rock and Fence before Wou'd shipwrack him who kept off Tydes of Foes By falling foul What can you get but blows That Life which sav'd and guided Will you lose Guided I mean in Storms when Winds grew high On Neighbour-Shores and Tempests gather'd nigh 'Till He 't was clear'd the Seas and threat'ning Skye With Thunder like a warning Deity Heav'n will at last the muddy Tempest clear And your test torn spent-followers will cheer The Tempest which has shook the Royal-Root And from the shore it grew on made it float Will bring you back again to Native Land VVhere tallest you but one did firmly Stand And there shall spread your ruffled Top again O're Shrubs who but of your high Growth complain Yet by your Absence now too late they find Your lofty stock was shelter 'gainst all wind From your Expanded Covert grew their height Your Shaddow to them was both heat nay light They miss'd no warmth who stood still in your sight All things grew near you You were lofty Prop By which your Succors grew up to such Top Nay some ungratefully yet spring and do But by your absence basely higher grow Who first were by your Sap and Succor fed First thought your Growth too high Boughs too far spread So clinging Ivy climbing kills her Prop On which she grew and grown still help'd her up But firmly yet shall stand unmoving foot From shaking Tempest take but deeper root Storms alwayes reach and shake the things most high Whilst low and groveling undisturb'd may lye Your firmness only does your danger make Things most immoveable wild Storms wou'd brake The Plyant are but safe because they bow Like Plants spread more the more blown to and fro For bearing Fruit contented to lye low But Shrubs which by your side wou'd grow too high And to the Master-Caedars injury By that shade which first rays'd 'em may they dye The Navy is once more the sheltring Oak To keep the Royal Stock from Treasons Stroak Seas to their Soveraign more constant prove Whilst the fixt shore by Tempest more does move Our is the floating moving North-West-Ile Which Pylots well-shap'd Course does still beguile That hum'rous Spot of quicksand driving ground Which only when 't is sought to can't be found And n'one in storm can touch Thee but is drown'd The toyl of Pylot mock of Marriners He nere shall make Thee who directly Steers Ungrateful Mother-Soyle and traytrous Earth To Ship-Wrack what from thee had first high Birth So Rich-Fraught Bottom far about does Roame Scapes forraign Coasts and Storms to Sink at Home And whilst by adverse Winds on Seas 't is Tost Is but in danger from own native Coast Where wretches pray on shore it may be Lost. Ilanders who by Stormes and Tempests live Whose Wealth is but what others Ruins give Who curse less merc'less Seas and ceasing Storm And Heaven which for them will do no Harm Call them Gods-Goods which Tempests to 'em send The Sea old Foe to Earth is their best friend When Land-Storms rise it is in vain to strive Best course is then to let the torn Bark drive When winds grow lowd Rebellious Seas to Rore The Ship must roul no dealings with the Shore Sea then 's ill Enemy but worse the Port Where entring Bark pays but too dearly for 't Fair weather may return the Sun may Smile And clear up yet about our Clouded Ile Where Mists are grown so dark Seas so high roul That Friends on Friends on Admiral fall foul Yet Halcion days after these storms may come We may see our Tost-Admiral come Home Wellcom as once to this repenting Shore Which had beat off it's Admiral before The love of Change if not the love of Right Will bring remorce when once you come in Sight And you again from second Bannishment Once more are beg'd by Common Votes Consent The People shall with Tears of Joy Lament Their Sottish rage and their wild frenzy mourn Which their own Armes in you so wou'd have torn Come to themselves your Renegads again Will be your Slaves and sue to wear your Chain You are our small
come without care But holy Play-houses like others do Act Tragedies on Kings in Puppet show And with the Royal leave or sufferance By acting so the active cause advance Of Rapin Rage Rebellion nay Lust too Where rais'd up Eyes each Dame and Purse look throw There with rude Worship Church and Court defame In Pray'r take most in vain God's and your name Yet often'st in their Pray'r you are left out But in Pray'r only 'scape blaspheming Throat Such old Reformers did old Laws withstand Such by King-killing made yours holy Land And such again forbid Eternal Pow'r Would so exalt their King as once before But you without Deaths stroak will ever live In deeds of Mercy like a God you give Yet Death or vengeance deal with slowest Arm By mercy Sir you only can do harm Yours is in sparing but destructive hand With stroaks you 'd heal State-evil of your Land But when you think all 's Cur'd the hum'rous Sore Missing your Gold breaks out worse than before Rebellion like a Fellon must endure Squeesing and anguish ere 't will find a Cure You ne'r are cruel but when you forgive And Rebels whom your laws condemn reprieve Saving such lives risques that by which all live When a King 's Murder'd one Man do's not die Whole Nations suffer Death in Monarchy And lose their dearest Life old Liberty Your Arm like Heaven's fences with your Foes To save those lives who would your power depose Excess of Mercy is self cruelty Hazzarding Life that Murderers mayn't die Yet sometimes Trait'rous Friend bids Friend have care Makes him turn's Head to take him unaware When none but his own Trait'rous hand was near But your own sparing hand you need but fear 'Cause 't wou'd not kill but only rage disarm Vent'ring your self not enemy to harm Late is your Veng'ance if it comes at all Like Heavens hand your great Original Tardy in punishment in giving swift When merit calls you give 'till nothing's left Kings names by th' King of Mettles ought to live Yet not by Dross they stamp but Gold they give Kings are Land-Pyrats from their taking pow'r By gift not stamp of Gold Kings are made more By giving each King grows an Emperour Yet the sole fault of giving is excess It's overflowing maks its shallowness By giving Liberality will cease All but your self in your Court are at ease All but your self there too proud big and high O'reflowing honour dreins Spring Majesty And when a Prince puts Royal stamp on Brass Raising the Mettles price will his debase Some worthless wretches wear high Character As Copper Farthings too Kings Image bear As well as Gold which weighs well and looks right Of worth Intrinsick glorious too in sight When honours grow too cheap it is a sign In other Courts of scarcity of Coin So Royal stamp in Exigences has Coin'd Leather and for sterling made it pass But your stamp is the same on Lead and Brass In heat of stamping often dull Dross may Mix with pure Gold and steal its stamp away Yet some there are deserve the stamp I know And as true Coin may make the false to go When Princes justly honour too confer Such honour'd is his Prince's honourer You can make any thing but your self proud Best Kings are like best Gold easiest bow'd Such is your gentle condescending Reign As when Gods rul'd each Village and each Plain Ere Ceremony sway'd Pride or Disdain Or rust of Avarice did Conscience stain And ere intruding lowd Religion strove To change for tattle silence of the Grove Left Heav'nly solitude t' improve the Earth And scourc'd silent content for noisy mirth Such your Reign as when Gods rul'd infant Times Your patience bounty mercy are your Crimes If they are faults the Gods are Gods by them More than by Thunder or Stars Diadem Your power alone in saving you employ You still save more than Tyrants wou'd destroy Some Kings out of revenge but Justice do But out of easiness their pitty show And out of highest Vanity seem low You are your Nations King yet Father too Your haughty Brother Kings by ruin Reign Offenders of your Mercy but complain When they act o're their Villanies again You by forgiving make and Conquer Foes And bind men more by letting of 'em loose Pard'ning in other Kings is but an art More to enslave they give Life for a Heart Which never must from them again depart So give Life but to take away a Life For Death to wretch from slavery's reprief Such Kings reprieve wretch from the quiet grave To make him live in Hell here Gally slave To force slave Subjects is Kings slavery A Rape on Hearts begets disloyalty Making your Subjects Hearts unask'd to give Is only Gods and your Prerogative Force on Allegiance worse than Rape on Love Pleasure and rule by force but Tiresom pain will prove With your rude Nation you have kindly strove But after all your Courtship still you find The hum'rous sullen harlot scarce is kind The only she to whom your love apply'd Who sawcily her kindness has deny'd Yet will she beastly prostrate be lie down And common grow to Fop of Shire and Town Not worthy for such Majesty to own Your Nation was your Mistriss next to Fame 'Till she prov'd false your wrong is but her shame The more you Court the Jilt becomes more coy Your shew of Love do's but your hopes destroy French Hectors kick coy Jade e're she 'll be kind That way of wooing's best most Monarchs find Neglect scorn and ill nature best subdue Her who then 's only lost when you pursue She to be follow'd will run out of view False Common-wealth dear Pation of her Prince She who has been chief Mistriss of expence Is first who at your giving takes offence Jade Common-wealth who in your bosom lay Her whom you watch'd all night Courted by day Proves now your false and weakning Dalila Betraying first your strength your Life wou'd lose Clipping your power you to Philistians expose Philist'ans to Almightiness old Foes Who from your strength to mightiness first rose She too wou'd make great Master but her slave Grown proud scorns him from bountys first he gave Such fickle false and humorous next Fame Is Mistriss Common-wealth her Lovers shame Who suffers her too high wou'd be too tame Truckling's the way to make Love still despis'd For haughtiness more than for truth oft pris'd That Love which can engage yet will not awe Contempt in fine on profferer will draw False Subjects like false Whores but true for fear Are Loyallest when they are kept most bare After new Conquests you ne're vainly roam To make War which tho scouring far from home At length do's to home rage and plundring come Nay Princes ravage home to sack abroad With burth'nous War own Paisents first they load To make strange Subjects Vassals to their Throne Some squeez tax torture and fire too their own Ambitiously to others ruin run First by own loss