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Poems on His Majesties birth and restauration His Highness Prince Rupert's and His Grace the Duke of Albemarle's naval victories : the late great pestilence and fire of London / by Abraham Markland.
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Markland, Abraham, 1645-1728.
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Main And to espouse bright Cynthia whilst a War Against the Turkish Moon he doth maintain And so at once both Woo's and Threatens her 38. While thus he Courts he doth a Xerxes seem And his gold Ring is to a Fetter grown Thessalian Exorcists do Court like him When with their charms they woo her from her Throne 39. CHARLES is her Lord whom cruel Fates compel Daily to suffer changes more than She CHARLES could not his misfortunes want as well Her glorious Body without spots might be 40. Thus doth our Monarch triumph o're the deep Whilst all the Godds Fann him a gentle gale And round about him wait as though his Ship The Argo were and he in Heav'n did Sail. 41. That Star which shone the Twenty ninth of May Again attends him at his second Birth Thus whilst Leander-like he cuts the Sea Heav'n like kind Hero holds a Taper forth 42. The day of his Return and Birth the same Bless me ye Godds who are not Poets now When there is height of Fancy in the Theam When Godds do Jest and Heav'n is Witty too 43. Who are not Poets at such happy times Nor Raptures can invent for CHARLES his sake May they be Poets the wrong way and Rymes At the Beginning of their Verses make 44. When as the Theam's a Miracle the Wit On such a Miracle should be one too Like that it should both Torture and Delight And even please us ' cause it doth Not so 45. Let not dull Souls in humble strains appear And think that nothing can be Clear and High The soaring Lark more easie cuts the Air And Smoother as he doth more Lofty fly 46. Then tell me Muse how on the happy day Of CHARLES his Birth a glorious Star at noon Did to the world his bolder Beams display And like an Eagle Gaz'd upon the Sun 47. Speak of his Exile wond'rous as his Birth In Forraign Realms no less a King than Here So Skies afar off seem to touch the Earth Yet are as High as over-head they were 48. But now dear Muse his Restauration sing To joyful welcomes let thy Lyre accord 'T is not more pleasant to resound our King Was this day Born than that he was Restor'd 49. So when in Groves a Banish'd Virgin tryes VVith her melodious voice to ease her wrong Still the Return more sweetly doth surprize And th' Eccho's more delightful than the Song 50. Nor let the Vulgar count Kings Births like theirs Kings then are Born when they begin to Raign Thus CHARLES his Life begins at thirty years Like our first Parent he is Born a Man 51. Through those white Rocks which do our coasts adorn Our Monarch sails and now on Shoar is driven For when the wandring Godds from Earth return Still o're the Galaxy they pass to Heaven 52. Let other Princes boast their cruel might VVhat foes they slew what towns by war they took CHARLES can o'recome three Kingdoms and ne'r fight Like beauteous Queens he Conquers with a Look 53. Three joyful Realms he leads along enchain'd Thus we of old in the same Charior see A Captive with a glorious Victor joyn'd The Captive Triumphs too as well as he 54. How the glad Nations do their Conquer or meet Embrace their thraldom and their Fetters kiss So lies a Lover at his Mistress feet And thinks his Slavery his greatest Bliss 55. Hark how the Cannon roar whilst every blow Mounts to the Skie and cuts the trembling Air Heav'n it self eccho's with the noise as though Another CHARLES too were Returning There 56. So when the Priests of Bacchus found their God With the shrill Trumpet and the winding Horn VVith sounding Instruments they play aloud Loud as the Thunder wherein he was Born 57. But ah who 's That from the cold Climate comes VVhat Loyal MONK from farthest Scotland so â—earls spring from Rocks so Odours and Perfumes Do in the wilde Arabian Deserts grow 58. That gallant Satyrist would curse his VVit And hate it like bad Verses did he know it Against himself he would a Satyr write And turn his Rebel-Scot to Rebel-Poet 59. MONK saves them all with sweet and gentle charms Redeems the Nation from eternal night Thus what Alcides did with Toil and Arms Sweet Orpheus eas'ly did and with Delight 60. Not with his Sword but Harp he Hell controul'd 'T was that made Trees and Rocks come dancing thus The glad Aeolian Stone o're mountains roll'd And was it self both Stone and Sisyphus 61. How MONK betray'd Scotch-English English-Scots Into their Loyalty how did he shrowd From both their Generals his warlike Plots Both close and strong like Thunder in a Cloud 62. MONK to each Land doth their lost Honor bring At once pretends to Loose and Wins the game He to both Realms Delivers up their King And raises his chief Glory from their Shame 63. See where with Mighty CHARLES He comes along VVhilst full-throng'd Streets upon the Houses grow So in green Tapestry are Buildings hung It seems a VVilderness and City too 64. The English Youth appear'd in Armor bright Their sparkling Swords they Brandish'd in the Skie Vow'd to defend their CHARLES and in His right All Others and Themselves they did Defie 65. Hark how the Bells proclaim their joy and tell This day's glad Triumph with their Artful breath The Spheres too dance and every Golden Bell A glorious Angel for its Ringer hath 66. Now night approach'd and all the Starry Plain Like the glad City did with Bonfires throng But ah dear Heav'n little thought London then It self should be a Bonfire too e're long 67. Such are the fatal Ruins all about The dismal alteration is so great That viewing it Great CHARLES Himself might doubt VVhether or no He were Returned yet 68. Stop stop poor Muse the Fire will crack thy strings And the Still-raging Flame will burst thy Lute Not all thy Fountains nor Castalian Springs Can quench this Fire although Already Out 69. Poets with Verse as Fluent as her Thames With Stanzaes as Her self Majestick too In vain Deplore unless with mighty Rymes They could Amphion like Rebuild her New 70. So when the Phoenix dyes the Birds do meet And while She 's lying in her spicy urn The Winged Poets round about her Sit And dolefully both Sing and see her Burn. 71. Thus fell that City which did Fleets defie Nor could by bloody Civil VVars expire So Porsia when She saw she could not Dye By Sword or Flood dispatch'd her self by Fire 72. Ah London how shall we thy fate deplore England's Metropolis and Europe's too Behold O Heav'ns our mighty King Before Our very Kingdom is Beheaded Now. 73. What wealthy Sums and Subsides were lost Which as a tribute for the Hearths were pay'd Strange Chimnies should be Ruin'd when almost The City 's nothing but a Chimney made 74. How in a moment the devouring flame Flew o're the Streets like Lightning through the Skies Those Poets err who fancy Vulcan Lame Swift as his little winged
POEMS ON His Majesties BIRTH and RESTAURATION His Highness Prince Rupert's And His Grace the Duke of Albemarles NAVAL VICTORIES The late Great PESTILENCE and FIRE of LONDON By ABRAHAM MARKLAND LONDON Printed by JAMES COTTEREL 1667. UPON THE ANNIVERSARY OF His Majesties BIRTH and RESTAURATION May 29. 1667. 1. HAve we forgot to pay this Month its due And is our Soveraign gone as soon as come Can his Return like Him be Banish'd too Such Kings as CHARLES are always coming home 2. O let Him be Returning all the Year And every Morn the Twenty ninth of May The Sun though old yet shines as fresh and clear As first he did on the Creation-day 3. Permit then Mighty CHARLES the Sacred Nine To sing Your Restauration and their own Let them their Bays about Your Temples twine And to Your Golden add a Laurel Crown 4. When Hercules was got three Nights in one Another Cerberus together grew But we so black a Night have undergone That brought more Monsters forth than e're he slew 5. Say British Souls how were ye grown so vile To give that monstrous Tyrant your esteem So those who dwell upon the Banks of Nile Ador'd the Crocodile that devour'd them 6. Thought ye him Valiant or believ'd him Wise No 't was the Throne that made him so appear A sordid vapor got into the Skies Is easily mistaken for a Star 7. Art thou that Tyrant to the Bar hast brought So pious just and merciful a Prince That didst Condemn Him because thou couldst not Because He guilty was of Innocence 8. A Prince as Good as ever thou wert Bad But Arrows always at the White are driven Thou didst not CHARLES but Piety behead Who cuts off Atlas head does pull down Heaven 9. Dull Fool thou dost but lift him to the Skies And He stands Taller too without a Head His value being lost the more we prize As people stretch out Longer when they 're Dead 10. Such innocent Blood might Damn and Save thee too Yet were we certain by the Moan we made That CHARLES in heav'n was happy for we know How high the Sun is risen by our Shade 11. But as when proud Typhaeus did denounce A bold defiance to the Godds above Threw Trees like Arrows and huge Rocks like Stones Himself a greater Thunderer than Jove 12. When tearing up an Oak Thus thus cry'd He From his high Seat I 'll tear the Tyrant too With his own Oak I 'll kill him and the Tree Which once was Sacred shall be Cursed now 13. The Godds like falling Starrs came rowling down With pride the Conqueror began to swell When straightway under Aetna he is thrown And stead of Heaven is possess'd of Hell 14. So fell our great Usurper in his pride When high exalted in the Royal Throne VVhich like the VVhirlwind on the day he dy'd Lifted him up only to hurl him down 15. To that eternal Aetna down he went VVhere laughing cry'd So so 't is wondrous well The murther'd Father unto Heav'n I sent The Son has Sea and Land and I have Hell 16. Then boast not Lucifer poor Rebel thou For by my self my mighty self I swear If thou but offer to resist me now I 'll Banish thee and be Protector here 17. VVhat though against thy Prince thou drew'st thy Sword For this poor Act was Hell confer'd on thee Though thou gave Battail to th' Almighty Lord Thou never could Depose thy King like Me. 18. Straight Lucifer descends his flaming Throne Resigns his place to One it more was due Thrice did he howl with such a dreadful groan Made all the Devils quake and himself too 19. Long had Great CHARLES been toss'd by Land and Seas Finds Scepters as inconstant as the Wind And doth himself with Contemplation please Beholds a Kingdom in his larger Mind 20. So e're the Chaos was at first begun The great Creator did its Image view The Monarch of the World sat all alone And was himself both King and Kingdom too 21. Yet to his Country CHARLES retain'd his love And though an Exile still in England was Thus in a constant round the Heavens move Yet ne'r Excentrick from their former place 22. CHARLES all this while preserv'd his Royal State And was as Great a King without a Crown He 's a true Prince can trample on his Fate And be a King too even when he 's none 23. So doth the mighty Parthian Monarch dwell And all the Pomp of other Courts deride Scorning a Palace he Preferrs a Cell And shews at once Humility and Pride 24. You little number of that Exil'd train And yet far more than all that never went That daily could behold our Soveraign How happy were you in your banishment 25. For his Attendants many more had gon But hop'd though absent they might serve him here A thousand Starrs attend upon the Sun Although his bright Retinue disappear 26. Then did ill Fortune that obscur'd our Prince Declare the virtues of His Royal youth As Sacred Oracles in Mystick sence At once both Cover and Reveal the Truth 27. Why brags the Spaniard he beholds the Sun In his own Empire both to Rise and Set So could the Cynick in his Wooden Throne And thought the Empire of his Tub as great 28. But CHARLES would rather in contenment sit Whilst above Crowns his soaring Thoughts do move Like to that part of Heav'n against our feet Which seems below the Earth but is above 29. To thrice ten years our Monarch did arrive The Godds beheld him with relenting Eyes And now kind Heav'n thought fit he should revive VVhen Alexander fell Great CHARLES did rise 30. Then did the Spring in gawdy pomp appear VVhich all the VVinter had in Exile been The Trees new Garlands round their Temples wear As joyful to be Crown'd with CHARLES agen 31. Those Choristers that heard the Thracian sing And o're his Head with joy and envy flew Now chirp their pretty welcomes to their King And are themselves the Birds and Orpheus too 32. The young Trees dance as nimbly as the VVind And aged Oaks with one foot in their Graves Come after slowly Limping on behind VVhilst their own Trunks become their native Staves 33. How would that Royal Tree which lent its aid To your conveyance from our English Shoar To save you once again your Barge be made And gladly turn each Branch into an Oar. 34. Lo in what glorious pomp the Sea-gods pass Into two Ranks on either hand they brake On their reflected Images they gaze And stand Admiring at the shew they Make. 35. Then let Tigranes boast in all his pride That Kings as Foot-men by his Coach have gon The Godds attend our CHARLES and on each side Like Lacquies by his watry Chariot run 36. Those lovely Nymphs that from the Thunderer flew And gentle Rivers and sweet Springs became Wish they from Springs could turn to Virgins now And in the Waters meet a hotter Flame 37. Hope 's the Venetian Duke to wed the