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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B08740	Peace triumphant., or, A congratulatory poem To celebrate the unspeakable benefits and blessings of peace, together with some grateful reflections upon King William the III. His excellent Majesties first coming to the crown, as a happy instrument in the hand of divine providence, to settle the affairs of the nation, and with the hazard of his own life to deliver us from near approaching ruine / written by Tho. Cheeseman.	Cheesman, Thomas.	1697 (1697)	Wing C3775; ESTC R171303	4,909	2

can but wonder at our safe Repose That sounding Trumpets should no more awake Blood-thirsty War his Sword in hand to take But lovely Concord with heart-winning Charms Doth Silence every where the noise of Arms. Next unto God I boldly may conclude We owe the Tribute of our Gratitude For this Transcendent Gift to Him alone Whom Providence has placed in the Throne Were I a Poet whose rich Fancy stood Up to the Chin in the Castalian Flood Great Caesar had I now an hundred Tongues A Throat of Brass and Adamantine Lungs Yet could I not your Vertues all rehearse Much less contain them in this narrow Verse Your hatred of Prophaneness flaming Zeal For true Religion nor may I conceal Your Military Skill and Courage bold Venturing through showers of Bullets to uphold The Cause of God your choice Fidelity Temperance Justice and sweet Clemency Those rare Perfections which divided shine In other Men and make them half Divine In the fair Temple of your Royal Breast They all con-center and take up their rest That prudent Monarch in whose Nuptial Bed The White Rose grew united to the Red Or his Progenitors which did advance Victorious Ensigns in the Heart of France Never such Honour nor such Glory wan As you in managing this War have done England oppressed with a load of Grief Not knowing where to find the least Relief Was like a Ship without a Pilot driven By angry Winds and Waves she cry'd to Heaven And Earth for Succour at a Time of Need You heard the cry and pitying her with speed You but came over and you over-came Whole Armies with the Terrour of your Name You freed this Nation in a happy Hour From Popish Slavery and lawless Power Our great Physician Wise and Fortunate To heal the Bleeding Wounds of Church and State Most of those Conquerors which have such glory Both in the Roman and the Grecian Story Did but for Gold or vain Ambition Fight But your just Arms do still maintain the Right Of poor oppressed People and the Blood You shed is but the Price of publick Good What Wonders have been wrought by Sea and Land From time to time by the Almighty's Hand Your Sacred Person to Defend and Save From going down to an untimely Grave To strike at Heaven's Darling is but lost Labour Your Foes have found it to their cost The Lord of Hosts great King will be your Friend While you his Church and Gospel-Truth Defend The Golden Shield of His Protecting Grace Will be your strongest Guard in every place Under the Wings of Mercy you shall dwell Secure from all the Plots of Rome and Hell Success shall never fail then may your Hand Exceed the Work perform'd in Ireland Upon that Day when Boyn's fair Silver Floud Did blush for shame as stain'd with so much Blood Your Valour then gave such a fatal Blow To self-exalting France as brought her low Nor does your Matchless Bounty come behind The high Heroic Courage of your Mind Those Banish'd ones in France by you restor'd How will they bless and magnifie the Lord For prosp'ring your just Arms What Flouds of Tears Have been dry'd up by you what vexing Cares And heavy loads of Life-consuming Grief Your Charitable Hand bringing Relief Has taken off from many and so turn'd The sad Complaints of those that long had mourn'd Into Triumphant Songs of joyful Praise Above the Stars this shall your Honour raise But must I strive in vain to count those Flowers That paint the pleasant Springs perfumed Bowers Or tell the Fish that swim in Crystal Flouds Or all the Leaves that grow in shady Woods That were an easier Task than in this place To reckon all your Works of Princely Grace You are the only Phoenix of this Age All other Princes coming on the Stage Of Action match'd with you but Cyphers are You the great Figure both in Peace and War Happy the Royal Womb that brought you forth Happy the Country where you had your Birth You to that People bring a greater Joy And more Defence than Hector did to Troy Carthage no more of Hanibal shall boast Nor Italy of Marius though the Host Of Fierce Invading Cymbrians slain by him Made Neighbouring Fields with Streams of Blood to Swim Nor may bold Scipio with you compare Whom Virgil calls the Thunderbolt of War These must give place to you your Praises still The Silver Trumpet of loud Fame shall fill Without a bleeding Heart none can declare What were the late Calamities of War Alecto Periwig'd with hissing Snakes And her Two Sisters from the Stygian Lakes Coming abroad might Dance for Joy to see Their Rage exceeded by French Cruelty When Towns in their own Ruines buried lay And Wealthy Provinces became a Prey To proud oppressing Lewis whose desire Was to fill all with Storms of Blood and Fire Pale-Visag'd Death might as in Triumph Ride Those which the Sword did spare by Famine dy'd Both Young and Old went to the Grave as fast As Leaves in Autumn from the Trees are cast But Your great Wisdom doth sweet Peace restore And call back Plenty banished before Instead of Battels Banquets may abound Instead of Trumpets Harp and Viol sound Instead of mournfull Cryes soft Musick may Charm list'ning Ears and drive sad Care away Tyrants have dreadfull Desolations made While they their Neighbours by strong force invade All Law and Civil Justice treading down But You have gotten a Resplendent Crown By doing Good and acts of Grace Divine Which make you like the Sun it self to shine WILLIAM the First by Arms his Throne did gain But You the Third as King of Hearts shall Reign He by the Dint of Sword his Right did prove You Conquer by the Potent Charmes of Love Sworn Enemies of Piety and Peace They needs must be whose Heads can never cease To hatch black Treason and his Death conspire Whose Worth none can Express all must Admire Atlas as learned Poets us'd to fain Did the whole Weight of Heavens Frame sustain Thus as a Golden Pillar You now stand Bearing up all our Hopes throughout the Land If Hellish Malice should procure your Fall ' Twoud soon make way for Englands Funeral The Skie plow'd up shall yield large Crops of Corn And glistering Stars this dunghil Earth adorn Proteus his scalely Flocks shall all resort To Flowery Meadows there to play and sport Moist Streams of Water shall to Fire turn And the salt Sea like Aetna's Furnace burn All Nature's Statutes shall be changed quite The Night shall turn to Day and Day to Night Sooner than your Renowned Works shall be Lost or Forgotten by Posterity Your Royal Name shall make our Annals swell And in our thankful Minds for ever dwell Let then the King of Heaven on you pour The choicest Blessings in a Fruitful Shower That Children yet unborn may Celebrate The Day when first you wore the Crown in State Let all Success and Happiness attend Your Peaceful Reign and Prosper't to THE END LONDON Printed for Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and Three Crowns in Cheap-side 1697.