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To His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales upon his illustrious birth and removal from St. James to Richmond / by a loyal muse.
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Loyal muse.
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1688
(1688)
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Wing T1378; ESTC R25650
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TO HIS Royal Highness THE PRINCE OF WALES UPON His Illustrious Birth and Removal FROM St. Iames's to Richmond Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus Juv. Sat. 8. Vade vale cave ne titubes mandataque frangas Hor. Epist By a Loyal Muse WHen God to Man does wish'd for Blessings send They heighten joy and all our care unbend Each thing revives as in the early spring When Flora's sweetness on the earth is green And blooming Beauty graces all the Plain Care of the Nymphs because it kills the Swain Thus springs our Joy's increase Blest Prince from you Sweeter not Heav'n ere gave nor Earth ere knew Great as the Blessing are our tributes due Hail mighty Infant born for to command With equal Justice this thy Father's Land Thou mak'st the Crown sit easie on his head And fill'st with future hopes thy Mother's bed Bright as the Queen of Heaven's are her eyes Such are her Charms they needs must bribe the Skies And James whose Heart beneath her Sceptre lies Hail happy Off-spring of so fair a Queen That nothing's wanting to compleat her mein Her Presence shew her to be all Divine If with Poetick Liberty I might View the vast Regions of eternal Light Then shou'd I see stand by the Heav'nly Throne The Greatest Charles God's Martyr'd Holy one With Angels praising thy auspicious Birth Wonder of Heaven and the Joy of Earth By God and Angels thus belov'd above Surely thou must inferiour Passions move For when in Heav'n the Holy Angels sing Some list'ning Soul to Earth their Songs does bring Which fill our hearts with noblest harmony Such as does wait the Courts of Majesty Taught by the sacred Choire thus we sing Soft sleep to thee and triumphs to our King. Look Royal Babe if that thy tender sight Permit thee to behold the piercing Light Which longs to warm and kiss thy pliant Arms And fears to be out-done by half thy Charms Hark! how three Kingdoms sacrifice for Thee Their choicest vows t' Eternal Majesty See with what earnest joy all things combine To Nurse thy Soul that 's made to be divine For Kings are Gods and may for ought we know Be somewhat more than Mortals here below Saint James's boasts thy Birth thy God-like Face With joy and wonder fill'd the Royal Place Fraught with thy Vertues dares it self compare To the fam'd Windsor for its wholesom Air In vain it boasts since Richmond does out-shine All that is fair and calls it self divine Thither the Goddess and her Lovely Son Which has so long the amorous World o'ercome Repair and see themselves in thee out-done The Winged Boy unbends his well-strung Bow Throws by his Darts and break his Quiver too And owns no other God of Love but You. Heroick Youth thou hast a Sceptre won And in thy Cradle do'st exceed the Son Of crafty Jove which by Alcmene came And did the pois'nous Vipers bravely tame Safe in the Arms of glorious Richmond lie There taught to live thy Joys will never die Long may'st thou be the Object of all Love As dear to us as to the Saints above And when thy Father's Soul to Heaven 's gone May Peace conduct thee to th' Imperial Throne LONDON Printed for Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall 1688.