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Gloria· A poem, in honour of pious majesty, occasioned by the safe, happy, and much-wish'd for return of our dread soveraign lord King William. By, Mr. Hopkins.
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Hopkins, John, fl. 1700.
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thy blest Reign still thus auspicious prove Still live they Rivals in their Loyal Love Roll on ye Tides ye swelling Surges roll Reviving Albion shall receive her Soul Now heave the watry Mountains of the Main And seem to feel but with the Lover's pain The pressing weight of Empire they sustain Thus when the Ark was o'er the Oceans hurl'd The Oceans groan'd beneath the rond'rous World The massy State of the whole World they bore Of the whole World which they had drourn'd before When the Almighty his Creation made The vast Design was on the Waters lay'd On Mother Deep the forming Godhead lay And from her gloomy Womb sprung the Light active day Thus rose the World by the Creative Will And as at first 't was form'd 't is Govern'd still Nassaw to Thee this secret Charge is given To Thee the Darling Substitute of Heaven Like Justice Self thou dost Heaven's Aims pursue Weild'st the strong Sword and hold'st the Ballance too Thou the vow'd Foe to the Almighty's Foes Giv'st Bliss to Europe to the World Repose Kingdoms once Rivals thro' their Fears agree Who offers Wrong proclaims the War with Thee Thus their old Crowns the Heads of Monarchs wear Possest of Empire not thro' Force but fear Princes to Thee their Purple Honours owe From Thee the Source of Majesty they flow Sheathing their Swords their Scepters they may use But weilding those they must their Seepters lose Thus thus behold the Glorious Nassaw stands Monarchs and Thrones and Kingdoms he Commands Three on his Regal Head But Universal Empire in his Hands Thus Reign'd Augustus thus his Sway was hurld Thus Ruling Rome he over-ruld she World Repine not Albion let no Breath complain Jove does not ever on Olympus â—eâ—gâ—â— Where Nassaw goes his Fame thy Safety call His Tread must poize the partial pendent Ball The Lord of Britain Reigns the Lord of all As well we might at the Sun's Course repine The Sun which round the Universe must shine Like his diffusive is our Nassaw's Light Present 't is Day but when he leaves us Night Like his have Nassaw's mighty Labours prov'd He ripens Fruits when from our view remov'd Great Good and Just What Pillars shall I caise Verse dying Verse supports not Nassaw's Praise The Invocation Whom shall I urge whose happier Muse to sing Welcomes return'd to our returning King Shall Dorset Cutts shall Montague be Nam'd For Numbers Nobly as for Honours fam'd Hail great Triumvirate of sacred Wit Great is your Fame who have so greatly writ The noblest ends of Greatness you pursue The best of Poets best of Patrons too What tuneful Muse tho' soaring can rehearse Which sweetest flows your Bounty or your Verse Both flow from Nature unconstrain'd and free Praise you your Nassaw be ador'd by me Parnassw Heads shall be reputed three On lasting Pyramids his Name be rais'd Praise God-like Nassaw if he can be prais'd Weakly my Muse attempts in vain to rise Blasted by Fate groveling and low she lies Claps oft her sickly Wings but never never flies For Nobler Ends than fancy'd Praise you shine Not to be reach'd by any Muse At distance to be seen rever'd by mine Shall Congreve rise successful high in Fame Congreve has gain'd and he deferves a Name Unenvy'd rise exert thy utmost skill And grow tho' now the greatest greater still In vain I court as I admir'd in vain With Lover's Transport yet with Lover's Pain Even Nassaw's Fame while I invoke you flee Yet sure my Verse ne're imur'd ought but hiâ— Let conscious Criminals for Crimes submit I should not guiltless bend Were you your self Immortal as your Wit Rise Congreve rise with thy unequal'd Charms And sing the Man the God-like Man and Arms Quit the false Promp the shaddow'd Scene displays And make not Heroes but the Hero praise Draw him whose Glories Fancy's Beams out-shine The Hero Great Illustrious and like thine The Hero worthy of a Muse Divine Spread our Immortal Nassaw's Actions far As Fam'd in Verse as Nassaw's self in War Oft strikes thy Muse bright Fame's Gaerulean Skies Yet art thou rising still and still to rise Sill may you rise still 〈◊〉 sublimely Soar Your Fame so much till I can't wish it more My Muse mounts too beâ—â—â—ted thus she sings As Wrens Tow'r high born on the Eagle's Wings Pitcht for the Flight bear Sir aspiring bear The Glorious Nassaw thro' the fiery Air. Whilst on this Theam thy glowing thought shall dwell Excel if possible thy self excel Lose then thy pow'rs thy strugling Genius lose The noblest Hero claims the noblest Muse Instructions to a Painter Before Thee there the ready Painter stands Inspire his Fancy and inspire his Hands Thou Nassaw's Glories to the Artist show So shall he paint that all the Draught may know Nassaw who seems Immortal shall be so Paint him Triumphant ore the peaceful Ball And at his Feet let Europe's Scepters fall Paint him Instructing Heroes in the Field Paint him at once War's Thunderbolt and Sheild Paint him unmov'd in Dangers and in Blood Yet paint him Mild and mercifully good Behind this Mars let fierce Bellona stand But paint Astraea smiling in his Hand To him be every mortal Vertue given Paint him the Conqu'ror of the Earth Paint too the pious Hero Conqu'ring Heaven Beneath his Throne let the lust Pencil draw That ill fam'd Chief who kept the World in a we Fix on the Ground Macedo's weeping Eyes But fix the loftier Nassaw's on the Skies A future World this Monarch holds in view By pious force he shall that World subdue Abroad he leading we our Foes or'ecome And o'er our Selves grow Conquerors at home Whilst our own Will our Passions shall restrain He gives us each an Empire where to Reign What Pen what Pencil strikes the vast Extent The Godhead can't be shaddow'd out by Poetry or Paint FINIS
GLORIA A POEM In Honour of PIOUS MAJESTY Occasioned by the Safe Happy and Much-wish'd for Return OF OUR DREAD SOVERAIGN LORD King William By Mr. HOPKINS Perituro Ingenio Gloria Perennis LONDON Printed for H. Newman at the Grass-Hopper in the Poultry 1700. TO HIS GRACE JAMES Duke of ORMOND c. May it please Your Grace THE Dedicating Poet has but one only Plea whereby to Vindicate his Presumption against the various Censures of the World and that I justly Claim while I Address your Grace The Acknowledging Favours receiv'd can never be imputed to me as a Crime since the very loosest Sense of Gratitude obliges all to pay it as a Duty A Duty it must be confess'd in those whose Merits and whose Services seem to Engage them but in me it were the utmost Baseness not to return my humblest Thanks in me who have been in a singular manner greatly favour'd by your Grace to whom I have not yet had the Honour to be Personally known But indeed whom is it your Grace inclines not to oblige Your Goodness stoops as universally to the Wants of Mankind as your Greatness soars above them And unbyass'd by the Customary Opinion of the World Your Grace is so far from believing a Man undeserving because unfortunate that his very Indigence in a great measure entitles him to your Protection Vertue is often Ragged tho' 't is the true Nobility yet so well so justly your Grace distinguishes between Man and Man that while I acknowledge your Grace's Favour to me in that Acknowledgment I boast a seeming Merit This is your Grace's Character and I 'll be hold to say your Grace draws thence as true Nobility as from your Illustrious Birth Or to run higher still from your yet more Illustrious Actions Your Grace's Vertues can be shown by no Comparison but of themselves They stand a full created Orb of real Grandeur and poiz'd by their own centring parts there needs no Pen no Pillar to be rais'd to prop them Cou'd Poetry display your Grace Great as you are and generously Good and truly Noble tho' your transcendent Excellencies are universally acknowledg'd and admir'd and it grows thence impossible I should be thought to dare attempt mean Flattery yet 't is not for me to undertake so great a Draught for me whose very Name stands with an Infamous Brand as long as Letters live accurst in Verse Hence I grow still more sensible of my presumptuous Acknowledgments and fear my very Gratitude may render me the more Ingrateful But tâ— whom should the Fame of Royal Nassaw â—e most dear but to your Grace for whose Glorious Intrests â—one has ventur'd mâ—re and indâ—ed â—one had more to venture I shall only now beg leave to assure your Grace you are not you cannot be more faithfully your King 's than I am Your Grace's most Obliged and most Devoted Humble Servant J. HOPKINS TO THE MUSE A PINDARICK I. SING Muse the Man Muse praise the Godlike Man And bid him welcome ore Welcome him Muse to his own Albion Shore The lofty Trumpet of whose Fame First blew thy daring Fancy to a Flame Soon as thy downy Flight began Rouz'd Thee to stretch thy unexperienc'd Wing To Mount to Soar and Sing Triumphant Peace the Conqueror and the King II. Not now in quest what Hero thou shalt raise Praise Nassaw Muse Nassaw claims all thy Praise Mount mount and beat the Sky of Fame Bear on thy leaded Wings the weighty Name Up to the utmost Limits fly The utmost Limits of the Muse's Sky Thro' the Aerial Regions of the Mind And leave dull Judgment gravely slow behind III. How can thy trackless Course â—n Verse be taâ—â—â—â—t How in Judicious Mâ—â—hod brought Notions unform'd and Cloâ—â—s of misty Tâ—â—ught Where lightning Fancy quick in Flashes breaks And paints the guilded way with gay discolour'd streaks IV. Strike strike my Muse bold strike the loâ—ty Stars Once Mortal Heroes in Illustrious Wars There the great Name of NASSAW bear Exalted high above all others far Mount the transcendantictor And fix for ever fix it there V. Thence thy unshady Wings extend And thy strong Course to thy own Phabus bend Within the Lust'rous Chariot of the Sun The Goddess Gloria's Seat behold Where sparkling Jewels deck the polish'd Gold Clap clap thy Wings at her Immortal Throne Whose Regal Globe unfix't turns ever round On which nor est for Gloria's Feet is found VI. Loose in a Garment of Coelestial Air Behold behold she hovers there With Wings of Adamant she flys Her Face divinely bright Quick tremulous Rays stream from her glowing Eyes And dazzle Phaebus Sight VII In her Right Hand she hears a Starry Crown Whose weight bends even her Arm the Arm of Gloria down This Prize to Nassaw She shall thence transfer Nassaw has purchas'd that by winning her Her other Hand a Golden Trumpet bears Which sets Heroick Souls on Flame And gives the Signal to the Trump of Fame Perch'd on her Head an Eagle fierce appears Which whensoe'er the Noble Signal 's given Shakes her strong Wings and Soaring Strikes at Heaven VIII Hark! hark the lofty Charge She sounds And from her Sacred Stand Loe How the glowing Goddess bounds Stretching to thee Dread Muse her loaded Hand Hark! Hark the Trumpets Voice Receive This Crown she sounds and to my Nassaw give Descend my Muse thou Gloria be obey'd The Crown is Nassaw's tho' not gives but paid To THE KING WElcome thrice welcome to thy happy Shore Albion made happy by thy coming or'e Welcome again while at thy safe Return Thy People smile who did thy Absence mourn Scarce from continu'd Welcomes can we cease Welcome as when at first thou brought'st us glorious Peace Blest be the smiling Surges of the Sea Which thro' their cleaving Bosom yield their way The Conscious Floods the Ocean's Lord obey Thy bosom'd Sails young sportive Zephirs bear And court thy waving Streamers in the Air. The tuneful Air does to their Musick yield And the Waves dance along the watry Field Thy swelling Canvas seems the Winds to blame Swol'n not with Breezes but the Breath of Fame Officious Winds restrain your useless Gales Immortal Glory fills her Nâ—ssâ—â—'â—Sailâ— Before thy Ship Smooth spreads the Liquid Plain Down dost thou glide down thy descending Main The happâ— Emblem of thy prosp'rous Reign The Vessel thus does with the Oceans flow So dost thou Rule us condescending so With easie Pow'rs thy Beaks thro' Waters sweep Thou cleav'st our Bosoms as they cleave the Deep Short is thy Passage from the Belgian Port Short tho' it be yet it appears not short Behind thy Ship the conscious Oceans roar Dash their big rolling Waves And urge their Monarch to his Albion shore Whilst from Batavia thy swift Vessel flies As Belgia lessens shall Brittania rise Belgia and Brittain claim alike their Lord Both dost thou Sway and art in both ador'd Great is the love thy Belgia does express Great tho' it be yet is not Brittain's less May