your Frenzy Wits fall into rage Look here Who Vindicates the Royal Stage Godfrey's brave Spirit doth this day appear Tremble ye now for Anger or for Fear His shorthy Ghost that courted Sacred good Has past the dangers of the Stygian Flood Left the Elizian Shades by strict commands To see once more how this poor Cuntrey stands But to our shame his grieved Soul doth find Lunatick Zeal with us hath been too kind And struck his Loving Fellow Subjects Blind He fears our Disobedience to a Prince Whom Heaven protected he can the World convince From Zealous rage and Traytors hands long since He sees fears that in-bread Wars are coming By Zealous Prayer created Preach'd by cunning Holy long-winded Fervent Pious men Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren But if well try'd we easily may sind They unto none but themselves are kind Envy all happiness but what 's their own Have humble out-sides inwardly o're-grown With Pride Ambition and Self-interest Longing with Crowns themselves for to invest For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarchs that zealously can pray He sees foul threatnings and intestine Thunder The Plagues of eating Swords Domestick Plunder Foretels the Fathers striking of his Sons Who without mercy on the old Sire runs Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father Who never leave till all lie dead together Friend killing Friend a Brother fights a Brother And spares his own blood less than any other Awake awake I say awake betimes Before your Souls feed on such Hellish crimes Let your own reason clear your blinded eyes Let sad experience banish such Tragedies And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to Dethrone your Prince whom God heals Then brings Destruction to your Publick Weals For doubtless such base Principles as these Cannot but must the Heavenly Power Displease Godfrey's fore griv'd-Ghost weeps Bloody Tears Seeing you drawn into Jealousies and Fears To act those things which murdering sorrow bears Is it so long since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out that Royal Spot Of Sacred Innocent Blood bring back to mind Murd'ring the Sire then to the Son be kind And say again your Zeal had made you blind Let no Religious Cloak your Bodies cover And under That Both Prince and Country Smother To make your selves more hateful less good Then Lucifer and his Rebellious Brood But striving with this Difference in the thing They ' gain their Heavenly But you both ' gainst your Heaven Earthly King Nav e'n a King so good so sweet so great Makes all your joys and Happiness Compleat Them only are excepted that you see Fain would be Monarch's Kings as well as He. Let not your Loving Godfrey longer weep But let his weary Ghost retire to sleep Who never can have rest unless he find Your Souls more Loyal to your Prince more kind Endeavouring still to imitate those Quires That with their Harps and Hearts and Sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set whom he pleases on an Earthly Throne Advice to the Painter's Adviser WE Dogs and Lions by their Voices know For by their Notes themselves all Creatures show Yet here 's a Thing I know not what to call He roars and Barks what 's Good he curses all No Monster that e're yet from Africk came But what would start at thy prodigious Fame Yet we thy Name nor Pedigree can tell Thou dar'st Blaspheme beyond the Mouths of Hell What shall I call thee Monster or base â—iend That canst daub Paper to so base an end Unmouth that Tongue maugre its double Pale Fit Instrument to tell the Devils Tale Which dar'd blaspheme that Sacred Majesty The voice of Angels joy'd to Deisie Foul Traitor to bespatter such a King With th' Aspish Poison of thy slandering Whose ev'ry Action if the Truth we scan Speaks as much God as his Foes find him Man A Prince so tender of his Subjects Good As would redeem the meanest with his Blood Heavens Joy Earths Pride when After-age shall tell His Worth and Parts 't will want a Parellel Let Greece and Rome their Heroes Punies call Our Charles the Great I 'm sure outdoes them all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy sharp Arrow bitter word 〈◊〉 more than Europ's many edged Sword â—â— Heavens look to 't he that attempts so high â—â— Vice-God Charles threats Gignatomachy So he that stabb'd fam'd MIllain's Duke of yore By Practice at his Picture did no more â—ut Oh! the Devil see the Serpent flies To his first course he doubles his Advice To a poor Painter to draw This and That And draws himself into the Lord knows what Even so those Brats of sin we blush to own We bring to others doors and lay them down But pox upon his Picture to be short The wary White could have no colour for 't Else Hell had paid the Wages of th' abuse His Quidlibet audiendi's no excuse Kings failings if they are any ought not lie An open Prospect for the Vulgar Eye He that drew Alexander's scarry Face Discreetly put his Finger on the place But where 's the Artist that can frame a Line To Shadow or Eclipse the Glorious Shrine Of Charles's Ray what Eagle-Eye can gaze On so much Sun or sully such a Blaze Illustrious i' th' Abstract whose each Glance Would strike Presumption out of Countenance Much less can any draw his Treasur'd Mind To every Noble Virtuous Mood inclin'd Vnblemish'd as the Saints the Sun less clear In that first Shine which Summer'd all the Year Our Painters well knew this who e're read o're A Face more puzling Art a mind much more Then Devil do thy worst with thy Advice Charles and his Court are 'bove thy Calumnies Powers and Dignities approach the Skies Like Ships the more the Waves do under rise But 't is not each Gods Fate alone else why Do Miscreants slight the Angels Ministry Ours is but little lower one remove Vicegerent to the King of Kings above The best are still the most malign'd with wrong Virtue 's no fence against a spiteful Tongue He is the Object of his Prophanation Tho' pure as new fall'n Snow free from offence As blameless Truth and white as Innocence His breath blasts those whose breath persuming Air Makes all save that as sweet as they are fair Unbitter'd bitterness it self of all Earth's Heavenly few the most Angelical But Vice be dam'd thou art like one of those Who giddi'd in a Ship at Sea suppose The Continent doth move as well as they All tread awry to those whose Feet are splay If tho our thoughts are free we must not think Ill of the King he that shall black his Ink And pale his Paper with words startles more Than Lord have mercy chalk'd upon the door To traduce Princes in the shapes of sin Wise Painters choose to draw the Devil in These are the marks o' th' Beasts who casts an eye On those as
shall be But one Long Jubilee Whilst Thou our Dearer Greater Jove The Greater tho' less Thundering Name Thy Lightning all but Lambent Flame Crown'd with Miraculous Mercy Sits above And all Beneath Thee LOVE Mercy more Wondrous far Then thy own Native Noon-day STAR A Mercy so prodigious as t' excel All but thy RESTAURATION Miracle Mercy that even Heavens hardest Toyl FANATICISM shall reconcile Soften th'invet'rate Hate of Church and Crown And all the Iron Hearts melt down Mercy and Charles all this Stupendious work shall do Nay move without a Pang the Mighty Labour through IV. But whil'st this Faithful Band 's unshaken Loyalty For Charles dares Fight and for Him dye 'T is as the GODS Devotion treats With precious Odours all no more Than Heaps from their own Store The Gums which their own Sun creates 'T is all but a Creation of thy own Whil'st Charles is his own Guard alone Inspires that Loyalty protects his Throne Nor is alone this Loyal Host Th' Auxiliary thy Cause can boast For let 'em cover all the spacious Plain Nay add ten Thousands more to fill the Gloririous Train Great Charles not half thy Guards are here Heavens kindest Angels in that List appear They lead the Mighty Van and These bring up the Rear The Melancholly Complaint of Doctor TITUS OATES WHat could a curst ungrateful Age do more Impostor-like to punish him so sore Whom for a Saviour they ador'd before I was the man Oh! cruel change of Fate Once the Pillar of the sinking State Am now become the very Jayl-birds hate Out of a pallace into a Dungeon thrust From six good Dishes to snap at one brown Crust By God and man like Cain mark't out and curst Is this the end of all my promis'd Joys I that once made such bussle and such Noise Puft up with Triumphs of the shouting Boys With what applause was I receiv'd by th'Rabble When I gave hopes for to re-build their Babel But now they 'l hang me ' cause I was not able With watring Chops I call to mind the cheer That oft I made with many a Noble Peer Now in good time may snack the Basket here I do remember too how tumbling Pence Came rowling in when I did first commence Master of th' Art and Doctor Evidence For want of which I never shall get hence 'T is strange that Bolts and Bars and Iron Grates The just reward of perjur'd Rogues and Cheats Should prove the Praemimum of my Glorious feats Ungrateful Slaves What! have ye quite forgot How for your sakes strange Kingdoms I did trot Brought nothing but th' wonder of my Plot Though many shifts abroad I have been put too Scarce able to provide for Back and Gut too And often-times was forc'd to pad a foot too Nay many times I 've lain all day in Bed Because abroad I durst not shew my head But when 't grew dark stole out to beg my bread What I have suffer'd for the Kingdom 's sake In wants and dangers what I did partake And now to fear the Gibbet or the Stake Brethren 't will cause your tender hearts to ake I curst my Country and deny'd my Credo And for the Nations good turn'd Renegado Receiv'd Cruel Whitebread's Bastinado I worship't Idols that were false I knew And when I 'd done swore they were Gods most true And play'd the Devil for the sakes of you I pray'd to Saints in time of need with cryes Till they had granted my necessities My Almes obtain'd their Saint-ships I 'd despise I chang'd Religion often as my Name Spew'd out and hated whatso'ere I came Haunted by th' Devil Beggary and shame Through the wild Sects and Tribes I made a Ramble And to them all did lye swear and dissemble Enough to make the very Devils tremble Thus by me were the silly Jesuits sham'd When as with tears I swore I should be damn'd If not receiv'd into their Holy Band. I made them think Religion was the Tye That did engage me when I came to Spye Since 't is well known the Devil a bit had I. I made his Holiness believe the Pope That in his Pardons I conceived such hope That for his cause I 'd suffer Fire or Rope But when I 'd got my foot out of his door I Rail'd and call'd him Babylonian Whore And many Horrid things against him swore For why I ne're yet valued Faith or Troth Or ever made more scruple of an Oath Then of a blast of breath to cool my Broth. I quickly kill'd the worm within that gnaws And made the Gospel Prophets and the Laws Come truckle Brethren to your good Old Cause I laught at all Religion and its Baubles Such as Evangelists and holy Tables Esteeming them no more then Aesops Fables Like merry Lucian look'd on 't as a Tale A dull insipid thing grown Old and Stale Serves me to joak on o're a pot of Ale I scost't scorn'd but ne're would cringe or bow To those grave fools that do such tales allow And would have judg'd them to the Cart or Plow That with you I might gain repute and fame I laught at Conscience as a Bug-bear name And shook off quite all modesty and shame In hopes once more you'd come to rule the Roast I made my self Knight-errant of the Post Of which I take the vanity to boast For good of Commonwealth without repine I franckly Dedicated me and mine Contemning Laws both humane and divine Vast Sums I in the publick service spent Much Money to the needy Jesuite Lent When at that time I 'd neither Land nor Rent The corresponding Charges I did own When to the Lords my just accounts were shown Besides some By-ones more than e're were known The many painful journeys to and fro Embassador 'twixt Devil and Turk to go To all the World my vast Expences show Besides for Flying-Horses which would scour To France or Spain and back in half an hour With Old Nicks Fees for granting me this power I morgag'd all my Heritage and Lands To purchase from the Roman General 's hands Commissions for my new rais'd secret Bands But Oh! the Devil poor man was ne're so crost When God knows what those Roman Bulls had cost Lo suddenly they vanisht and were lost To Mulciber for strange and curious Arms Made with such cunning magick spells charms To fright and fear and do no further harms Procuring of rich Cordials for the King The which I judg'd the safest and surest thing Him to his bed of longest rest to bring For Blunderbuss or Cross-bow I count nought Because for secret services they were bought Besides were not well manag'd as they ought At many other charges I have been For preservation of the Duke and Queen And swearing things were never heard nor seen For Doctor-shipand Salamanca Fees Where Pistoles flew away as thick as Bees Pox on their University degrees For Ancient Books that I in Aegypt bought From the fam'd Ptolemaeus Study brought No Gypsie gibberish ones as some
wicked Satyr's way of Bruital Love Hence forth he 'l have a Smarter Rod in Pickle For such Debaucher's of 's dear Conventicle From such Vile Cells as from Contagion flee Such Deeds were ne're seen in Monast'ry Believe it to th' Eternal shame of Meetings Nor in our Churches are such Carnal Greetings Then prithee disaffected Cit Comply With Law and thou'lt enjoy thy Liberty Securely live beneath thy Vine at ease Thy Credit and thy Fortune will increase Be Loyal and defend the Kings Just Right Ne're read a Factious Pamphlet with delight Ne're feed on Horse-flesh nor read vain Discourses 'Twixt Charing-Cross your Wool-Church-Horses Ne're have a Vicious thought ' gainst Majesty But let all Treason-Talkers silenc'd be Those Vermin that do girn at Monarchy Oppose their barking and let the World know You can be honest if you would be so The Comet that appear'd did sure portend That all your Factions here will have an end And Zealous Conventiclers will then amend On the KINGS most Happy and Miraculous Deliverance at Newmarket SO Weapons prosper which are form'd ' gainst Heaven Or it is Vicegerent Heavens peculiar Care To whom are more then Vulgar Blessings given And fire has sav'd whom men more Cruel wou'd not spare Some greater Genius him defends By mighty means for mighty ends And makes his Foes his Footstool be Or what his Goodness more Delights to see Makes them his Friends II. Nor do we more Congratulate The present safety of the State Then future Peace which we anticipate Now Treasonous Arts are so Expos'd to view The Plots as soon as hatch'd are blasted too Popery's coming in they well might cry Whose Methods wou'd fulfil the Prophecy Nor did they cheat the World who took such Pain The Jealousies they rais'd shou'd not be vain First Arbitrary Power must down Meaning the Crown Then must some Minister be in Disgrace Because a Rebel wants his place More Liberty the People crave Yet know not how to use that which they have Next that Mens Properties secur'd must be They'd made the King a Property What monstrous Blessings wou'd a Change create Might Atheists mend the Church and Knaves the State But shall we twice be gull'd by one pretence With our Allegiance have we lost our Sense These very Tricks ruin'd us once before Curse of such Arts which now are Arts no more All that is envy'd still attend the Throne And him that sits Thereon But when these Earthly Gods shall die like Men. Let only Nature then Nature the Rule of him by whom Kings Reign Appoint who next shall grace truth Maintain Many Names of Matchless Heroes of this Race Distinguish happy times till time it self shall cease A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchess of ORMOND Qua nihil majus meliusve Terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt Quamvis redeant in Aurum Tempora priscum Horat. MYRTILLO ALEXIS MYRTILLO IF loaded Eye-lids and a clouded Brow Cross'd Arms and rising Sighs great Sorrow shew And if one Friend may know anothers care Why these sad Marks does my Alexis wear ALEXIS Alas Myrtillo cast thy eyes around And tell me what like comfort 's to be found The Sun has not sent forth one chearful Ray But worn a Cloud of Mourning all the day See how our drooping Flocks no Pastures heed But bleat about us and neglect to feed Let Nature look in all her Orders sad Nor Envy dare to shew it if she 's glad Since nothing nothing now can Joy restore For Fate has struck and Pyrrha is no more MYRTILLO Pyrrha for whom our daily vows we pay'd And best-lov'd Younglings on the Altar lay'd For whose long Well-fare Life and happy State All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait Whose Virtue Nymphs were taught to copy young For 't was the Theme of ev'ry Shepherds Song Has Fate at last prevail'd And is SHE gone O whither now shall many wretched run The Injur'd for Redress the Poor for Aid Worth for Reward or Grief to be allay'd Since Justice Pity Bounty quits our Plains But Sorrow grows Eternal and remains ALEXIS As full blown Flow'rs that long have deck'd the ground And with their Odours fill'd the Air 〈◊〉 Bend down their heads at last to Mother Earth And fade away though to a second 〈◊〉 Or as tall Caedars who admir'd have stood For many years the Glory of the Wâ—â—â— â—inding in time their sacred Roots decay Are by the next rude tempest torn away So flourish'd Pyâ—rha and as high did rise Adorn'd the Farth and seem'd to reach the Skies Fair without blemish Lofty without Pride But Oh! the Tempest rose and Pyrrha dy'd Gone then 's all Spring now Winter's only ours Sighs rise like Storms and Tears must fall like Showers MYRTILLO If full of Years and Honours Pyrrha fell Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell While to a nobler work our minds we raise Suspend our Sorrows and Proclaim Her Praise ALEXIS As round Heaven's Throne whole Choirs of Angels throng Yet all their Triumph's one Eternal Song So here on Earth should Pyrrah's Praises last Till Time 's no more and Natures works lie wast MYRTILLO Ten let us tune our Reeds Thou first the Lay Begin Our Flocks shall listen and I 'll play So up to Pyrrha's Fame our Notes we 'll raise Suspend our Sorrows and proclaim her Praise ALEXIS Mean time ye boundless Winds your Gusts forbear And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear Keep back ye Rivers and forbear to run Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's â—ame be done Then let each wind bear it where-e'r it blows Catch it ye Hills and Valleys as it goes With your assenting Ecchoes in the close Murmur it Floods as to your Seas ye creep And with It add new Wonders to the Deep For the Renown of Pyrrha's Name shall last Till Time 's no more and Natures Works lie wast MYRTILLO On then ALEXIS As Stars before the rising day Seem in their Orbs to sink and dive away So all the Nymphs upon our sertile Plains Though proud and cruel to their sighing Swains When Pyrrha's pow'rful Charms approach'd they fail'd And any Satyr might have then prevail'd So much in blooming Youth cou'd she surprize Sh 'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes Come then ye Nymphs of Arcadia draw near Weep round her Earth and all your Garlands tear For Pyrrha's Beauty once no Equal knew But Fate has seiz'd Her now and must have You. MYRTILLO Pyrrha's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove And sir'd at last Alâ—anders Hearâ— with Love The Nymph found Him a Tryumph worth Her Charms And She alone was sit to fill His Arms Many did either Conquest wish t'haâ— made But only They each other could 〈◊〉 For in her Form did Nature seem improv'd And He was fram'd to Love and be Belov'd Therefore Heav'n smil'd and all the Stars look'd kind When Pyrrha Alcander's Hearts were joyn'd ALEXIS Who has not heard of great Alcander's Name So long
Sing your Praise And when the Fates have Seal'd your mighty Doom For Fate too well we see is sure to come May Heav'n a Nobler way supply our want And hop'd Success to all our Wishes grant Then when we loose our Queen we are sure to find our Saint The Description of the CORONATION MY Ravish'd Muse in such bright Mazes dance So Rapture-struck and all dissolv'd in Trance That I her Pensel but in vain provoke To shadow out the Visionary Stroak Since She like Angels that above are Blest Feels Extasies too high to be exprest Nor blame the Muse that would this Subject shun Poets and Limners should not meddle with Perfection All common stroaks their stinted Art may draw Whilst a Bright Vision keeps the Hand in aw And if th' Original they don't Transcend They only Libel what they would commend And who can add one little common Ray To the gay Splendor of this Happy Day A Day that no Hyperbole can Grace The only Paint that Beautifies a Poems Face Hail Happy Day A Day so long Renown'd For Holy George several Monarchs Crown'd Tho' now thy former Glories dis-appear As twinkling Stars when Day 's bright Gods draw near Yet greater Honours in their room are given From Earth's rag Calander thou art transcrib'd to that of Heav'n Long hast thou worn red Characters below But now the Gods will keep thee Holy too Tho' the Morn was spread with Rebel-show'rs of rain Yet Jove's kind hand soon forâ—'d them back again And now the Sun which long did Mourning wear Does in his Noblest Gayest Robes appear Whilst on Heav'ns brow no Cloudy frowns were seen But as the First-day Pleasant and Serene The gazing Gods throw those dark Skreens away That they this Sight the Clearer might Survey But if the Sun had layn a bed 'till now Without his aid we 'd seen the Glorious Show The Souls of Kings and Heroes Blest above With Choirs of shining Spirits hither move Mantled in Rays of Light ne'r seen 'till now On wings of Joy they hover to and fro Follow'd by Chariots so Divinely bright To which the Sun but Darkness is and Night Or had this fail'd we might the Prospect take From the great Splendor which the Court did make As when we would the Richest Jewels try We need but their own Light to know them by Hark! what soft Aires and Raptures fill the Skies Perform'd by Infinite Choires of Deities Whilst Mortals too their rural Musick mix And with their Concord the Charm'd Planets fix Now Guardian-Angels quit their worted Care And flie in Troops to Guild the London Air. Where Aeolus too in gentle Breezes hast Loaded with all the Odours of the East The Essence of each Fragrant Flower He brings And hovers o'er us with His Balmy Wings The Gods owe much to Bounteous Nature too From whose Rich Bosom several Treasures flow For had She Awkward been They had been set To the Expence of greater Wonders yet But hold where does my forward Pensel run To end the Day before 't is scarce begun Early I rose this Triumph to attend And saw the Royal Pair the Boat ascend Whose Sacred Presence such Devotion strike Poets themselves want Skill to feign the like By slow degrees on Silver Thames they road She as a Goddess He so like a God That I with Moses wisht an Interposing Cloud Objects so Bright should put on a Disguise Least the Adorers faint beneath the Rays In the same Sphere two mighty Suns behold Each of which does contain in a Heav'nly World And did the Persians see this Royal Pair They 'd slight their God and pay their Homage here He that has try'd to fix his daring Eyes On that vast Light which Guilds the Morning Skies Will find it yet more daz'ling to Survey This Pair of Suns this double Deity The rest o' th' Court I with more ease could view Yet they made more than Humane Figures too With Radiant Jewels being cover'd all o'er Half the Worlds Wealth with its Pride they bore Scarlet beneath the Massy-Lace was hid With Imag'ry o'er Splended Tissue spread Here the Fair Sexes Art and Patience see Emblem'd in ev'ry Rich Embroiderie Eight hideous Weeks which most should Work they strove Neglecting all the while their Health Love And the green Girls preparing for the Day Made themselves Pale to make their Lovers gay On Thames see numerous shining Vessels move Which dance like some transported Orphean Grove And like the Spheres their Artful measures take From the soft Musick their own motions make But when all did in one close Body meet They look'd like some new-built Elisian-street Or as if the highest Heav'n came down Fraughted Gems for his dear James's Crown An earnest of His brighter last Eternal one Blest Thames hadst thou a Tongue thy bliss to own My Muse had not then made her weakness known But since imperfect signs thy thoughts declare I dare intrude as thy Interpreter Hail Sacred Princes thrice she seems to say Whom Instinct makes ev'n senseless things obey Your Royal Barge on my soft Bosom made The happy'st wound that Water ever had Vnder whose weight may I for ever live But Oh that wish You cannot like forgive Long may You wear that Antient Potent Crown Which now Great Sir You 're going to put on And may Your Sacred Glorious Scepter stand For ever firm and easie in Your Hand Your Crown too Mighty Queen long may You wear And be as Happy as You 're Good and Fair And when You 'll late he pleas'd t' inrich the Skie May some kind Stars exhale me too on high Where if the Gods so please may I reside Your fix'd and everlasting Pyramyde In the mean while close by Your Pallace side I will with soft and constant numbers Glide The common Frowns which Nature bid me wear Shall at Your awful Presence disappear At that Command I 'll henceforth Ebb and Flow And will no Neptune Sir no Thetis Madam own but You. This Speech being finisht she resign'd her care To the now Honour'd Ground of Westminster Where lo the Earth is ready to unfold That Pomp the Sea too narrow was to hold But Cloaths of State o're all the ground being spread This doleful Speech the sighing Tellus made What have I done ye Gods that I must meet This curst Exclusion from my Sov'reigns Feet Must I sustain more than half Europe's weight Without the just return of viewing it But know whoever did these Coverings lay Did spoil the greatest Wonder of this day Flora does now in my wrong'd Bosom lie Furnisht with all her Summer Treasury Long since delighting on great CAESAR's Road In various Sweets to spread her self abroad Raising her Head she had been Proud to meet A Noble Râ—ia from Tour Royal Feet But slighted thus she 'd something more to say But louder Tryumphs bore the sound away Such num'rous Crouds both far and near were seen That streets seem'd Pav'd houses Tyl'd with Men Chequer'd with the Fair