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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94190	A panegyrick on the most auspicious and long-wish'd-for return of the great example of the greatest virtue, the faithful Achates of our royal Charles, the tutelar angel (as we justly hope) of our church and state, the most illustrious James Duke, Marquess, and Earl of Ormond, &c. Lord Lieutenant and General Governour of His Majesties Kingdom of Ireland, His Grace. / By F.S.	Synge, Francis.	1661 (1661)	Wing S6382; ESTC R184784	7,536	17

A PANEGYRICK On the Most Auspicious and long-wish'd-for Return OF The Great EXAMPLE of the Greatest Virtue The FAITHFUL ACHATES Of Our ROYAL CHARLES AND The Tutelar Angel as we justly hope of our CHURCH and STATE The Most Illustrious JAMES Duke Marquess and Earl of ORMOND c. Lord Lieutenant and General Governour of His Majesties Kingdom of Ireland His Grace BY F. S. Nemo confidet nimium secundis Nemo desperet Meliora lapsis Seneca Deus nobis haec otia fecit Virg. Dublin Printed by John Crook Printer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty for Sam. Dancer Bookseller in Castlestreet A Panegyrick To the Most Illustrious JAMES Duke Marquess and Earl of ORMOND Lord Lieutenant and General Governour of His MAJESTIES KINGDOM of IRELAND His GRACE TO speak Your Welcome most Illustrious Sir in as high a Key as our Hearts conceive it is as nigh a kin to an impossibility as to speak Your Merit The one the unkinde Fate of our feeble Organs deny us to reach unto the other the expanded Glory of Your Heroick Actions and the unexemplar'd Magnanimity of Your Great Soul will not admit Yet herein do we finde our Wants reprized whilst Heaven sweetly indulging our Inabilities looks on the Quality not Quantity of our Returns and from an humble grateful Heart values the cheerful Sacrifice of a pair of Mites more then the hidden-Treasures of the lower World If Heaven then be so propitious to the incurable Malady of our Natures how can we despair of a candid Acceptation from You who are her Favorite and One who in the various Assaults of the most imminent Dangers and severest Temptations have born the signal Impress and Character of her Love and Favour Were not this true this happy hour had ne'er been ours that now seems to secure our Harvest of Joy for our Seed of Tears and Promises us as much of Earthly Foelicity as can possibly be expected under the best of Kings and the best of Subjects Think not then most redoubted Sir our Duties Flattery nor the dilated Joys of our Loyal Hearts a Design upon Your Power Let those that juggle with their Allegiance that Obey because 't is not safe for them to Rebel and love their King Religion and Laws because they dare not do otherwise feel the smart Effects of that whilst we lose our Selves in the Contemplation of that Blessing we have received a Blessing of that miraculous Magnitude that our Posterity must have the Influence We onely the Wonder Thus Zion's Captivity when revers'd became a Dream being like ours so far above their Merit or their Expectation that it was above the Capacity of their subtilest Faculty to believe it Real Contraries put together saith the Philosopher are their own best Illustration and if we be not afraid to look back upon our former Bondage it may perhaps endear the Blessing of our Redemption the more unto us by how much we dispair'd of ever seeing it effected What rigid Stoick can reflect on our past Distractions without Distraction Three Kingdoms which for Riches Strength and Policy were no way inferiour to the greatest of Europe how have we seen like Joseph sold to Uncircumcised Ishmaelites and their Beauteous Garments their Cities Temples and fertile Fields like his Coat dy'd in the Blood of their own Children How have we seen Religion degenerate from its Primitive Simplicity and the ravishing Beauty of its Coelestial Features vitiated with the Paint and Fucus of our own Frantick Imaginations How have we seen the Arms of the Church from Preces and Lachrymae converted into Sword and Pistol the Pulpit by its Bloody and Sophistical Oratory seeming to re-invest the lying Author or the Father of Lyes in his lost Oracles How have we seen the Face of Majesty bespatter'd with the virulent Poyson of the Tongue and Asps the sworn Subject of His Crown and Scepter How have we seen our now Glorious Master bely'd by those that began the second Massacre of Innocents but something bloodier then that of Herod's when they made the credulous World believe they had the Royal Assent for their unheard-of Cruelties How have we seen Him sold Cum petiit Fato supplice nudus opem And such a Master that his price was far above Rubies or the Gold of Ophir How have we seen him murder'd and the Parricide afterward justified by a Law A Crime so opposite to to Nature and Humanity that a Heathen Law-Giver could not conceive the thought of it could enter into the Heart of Man much less the perpetration and therefote made no Law against it Nonne haec sufficiunt Is not this Impiety enough for one Age Yet we may say as the Queen of Sheba of that great King's Wisdom Ecce non indicatum est nobis dimidium We have but a part though a large one of our inlarged Sorrows Methinks I hear a Voice behinde me asking where were those Teneri Agnelli the surviving Hope and Props of the mourning Diadem Though the Hand of Violence had seiz'd the Life of the Father yet Hae Oviculae quid fecerunt What had They done to be Disfranchis'd from their Royal Right Where was then CHARLES the Little now greater then Charles the Great but like young Joash hid in the Temple of Divine Providence from the merciless Hands of a cruel Usurper Where were those Twin-Reserves of the British Crown but seeking Protection in a Forreign Air whilst their Unnatural Nurse bestows her Milk upon the Bastards of her Lust at Home Where went the Widowed Mother but to the Solitary Grove of a Recluse Life there to bewail Her Glorious Princes Fate and her Childrens Danger Where lay the Honest Man when the Artifice of Hell was invok'd to Unrivet his Allegiance What Oaths Rapines Murders Sacriledges did every Day present us with Nay what gross Impiety was there if it had a name that wanted a Professor Peaceable and Inoffensive Carriage and as Innocent as the Doves would not be trusted without a Perjury The demolishing of Churches was nothing without shaking the Foundation of the Peoples Faith The Estates of Gentry and Nobility without their Blood and Exile nay the Crown it Self without the Life of the Prince of little value What Hyperbolical Crimes were here Such as Vix novit Ethnicus vel publicanus Yet these and more most Renowned Sir if more can be imagin'd Your Grace too sensibly knows to be the sad Product of our late Confusions But why do we grate Your Ears with the Repetition of our past Miseries and instead of welcoming You ashore afflict Your Eyes with the Landskip of Your own Shipwrack Against such melancholy Entertainment though from the fair Hands of a Beauteous Queen we finde a great Reluctancy in the most courtly Trojan Infandum Regina jubes c. Yet as that Noble Prince would rather cruciate his own Soul then disoblige so sweet a Lady that lov'd him the more passionately for his Sufferings So we my Lord do hope that You whom we equally love

please the humour of a peevish and unreasonable people How injuriously was the Sword of Justice wrested out of that hand that knew its temper and its use and like the Chariot of the Sun entrusted into those hands whose furious driving discovered their ineptitude and unskilfulness to manage it How generous was his Charity that stript himself to cloth a naked Army and how brave his recompence to have his precious life in danger to be made the interest of his Curtesie What did ever that sweet Lady do whose rare and constant virtue her very enemies admir'd and whose desert they wanted power to reward that she must Petition for a subsistance out of her own Fortune and with a great deal of difficulty obtain the tythe Wherein did ever the hopeful Branches of your noble Family merit a deprivation of their maintenance whose tender years as well as inclinations seem'd to plead their innocency before God and Man And for a Close what did ever your Excellency act while cheif among us that might disoblige the meanest person though scarce worth an obligation but what the Laws of God Nature and Humanity have imprinted in the heart of every man that 's Master of his Reason Where then lies our Gratitude or where are but our Foot-steps of a real acknowledgement of our being faulty No My Lord when we once shake hands with desperation that is when we have finn'd beyond Pardon and Reprieve that reprobate Axiome will prove current Divinity Scelera sceleribus tuenda too demonstrative in that Mirrour of Princes who when he had given all He had to satisfie their hellish Appetites must give His Life at last to make their Policy and Villany the more exquisite and compleat What else did they do in Lieu of all the Kindnesses they receiv'd but assist at the Horrid Sacrifice of the Prince of Martyrs their Lord and Master and notwithstanding their seeming disrelishes of that unpresidented Act inthron'd the Regicide and after his death own'd the Legal Succession of the Crown in that Poor-spirited Impostor his Son Dick with as much zeal and faithfulness as a Loyal Subject would his Lawful Prince Now by this We may see what Goodness Virtue and Honesty must expect when ever Treason Usurps the Chair of State Lucerna and Piedmont may be objects of Compassion but it is mistaken Charity to allow Loyalty a Penny either abroad or at home Though truly I am apt to believe they were not much more the better for 't then we For it is a true Doctrine though a rebellious Principle That he that dares break up his Masters Treasury to back his Treachery will not scruple much to rob the poor mans Box. Poor Ireland can witness this too well whose condition once would have extorted pity from the Frozen Breast of the most Savage Scythian though it had but little from her nearest Neighbour A large Relief We know England had design'd her but how it was dispos'd of they know best that arm'd the Traytor and disarm'd the King T' would ask a longer time then a Winters tale to particularize the several Ingredients that Amasse our Sorrows We may giv 't in brief We were the Sons of Sorrow But now But now Heaven have the Praise and Honour We find our Filiation transverted the enlivening Beams of Your delightful Presence most honoured Sir Re-creating us the Legitimate Sons of Joy and Cheerfulness Since then the All-powerful Directer whither out of Love to You or Compassion to Us we will not dispute has brought You Home again and maugre all the Stratagems of Hell and Darkness has settled You in greater Honour then ever upon that Ground which but a few Months ago it had been Treason for You or any of Yours to have put Your Foot upon Forget not O Beloved and most Welcome Sir the greatness of the Obligation Remember whose Hand it is and whose hand alone that has once again given You to Us and Us to You. Be as You were ever verè Romanus ever Victorious Victorious over Your Self yet nec victoriâ elatus nec infortunio dejectus 'T were a sawcy Folly to dare to assume the Liberty to Advise Your Grace in any thing Your own Quick and Judicious Eye being able to penetrate beyond our weak Conceptions and mean Capacities But seeing the Greatest Emperour of the East though in the Head of an Invincible Army rejected not the well-meant Intelligence of a poor Shepherds Boy We hope we may without Offence presume to offer a little of what we know to Your Graces Eye our Design being no other but the tender Care and Love we have of Your Graces Honour We are then Your Humble Supplicants most Welcome Sir That You would distinguish between Your Real and Your pretended Friends And though the Convert may be justly deserving yet not to think that Soul that has had a Mischance to be as Chast as that that amongst so many pressing Temptations has kept her Virginity Pure and Immaculate Above all my Gratious Lord we hope You will not let Loyalty like a neglected Orphan languish in a Corner or like Lazarus finde more Charity from Dogs then Men Whilst Rebellion Revels in her Glorious Possessions and like Dives pampers her Self with the Choice Delicates of this Worlds Revenue Nor would we have You my Lord to draw the Sword and throw away the Scabberd 'T is the Traytors Maxime That Throw away Clemency and throw away one of the Most splended Jewels of Your Nature Fide sed Cui Vide. Let not the fawning Smiles nor the obsequious Flexures of the Man of the Times any more beguile You nor let any Man perswade You to the contrary but that he that Rebels to Acquire an Estate will Rebel to Keep it And that this new Way of Curing Rebellion by Rewarding it a contrary Way to what it was in former Times will without Doubt tempt itching Posterity to imitate their Fore-Fathers But stop awhile I fear we have rebell'd in our Adress and have committed Treason against the Truth If we have we shall lay claim to no other Reward but that of Pardon and like the condemn'd Person return our Thankfulness in our Heartiest Devotions for that Liberal Hand that gives it and that Tutelary Angel that conveys it to us GOD SAVE THE KING Let Him live the Joy and Wonder of the whole Earth Let Heaven be His Guardian to keep Him from the Hand of Violence and let the Holy Angels be the Attendants of His Bed-Chamber Let His Fair Queen be the joyful Mother of a Race of Princes that the Royal Line in that Family may have no end but when all things must end May Your Grace whose Constant and Unspotted Faith to Your Exil'd Master stands an Indelible Monument to after-Ages have as ample a Reward as Earth can give here or Heaven hereafter And may a heavie Curse light on the ill-working Pates of those that shall ever go about to dissolve that reunion so happily confirmed between You and Yours May the Good Fortune of Your Noble Ancestor who as our Irish Chronicles report had the Sun his Companion in Arms and signal Part-Taken in that Great Battel against O Connor standing still three Hours and casting such dazling Light in the Face of His Army that he left his Life a Satisfaction for his Treason and the Conquest of his Army a special Feather in the Triumphant Plume of that Victorious Earl always attend You May the Sun Moon the Stars in their Courses all those refin'd Bodies that have an Influence upon us fight against all those that fight against You May all that 's Good love You and Evil fear You But may the KING delight in You and You in Him and We in You Both May all Enmity be laid aside and every Blessing that shall hereafter befall Us bear its Date from the seven and twentieth of July the Happy Day of Poor IRELAND's RESTAURATION Sic precatur FRANCIS SYNGE FINIS