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A39563	Veni, vidi, vici the triumph of the most excellent & illustrious, Oliver Cromwell, &c., set forth in a panegyricke / written originally in Latine, and faithfully done into English heroicall verse, by T.M. ... ; whereunto is added an elegy upon the death of the late Lord Deputy of Ireland, the much lamented, Henry Ireton, &c.	Fisher, Payne, 1616-1693.; Manley, Thomas, 1628-1690.	1652 (1652)	Wing F1044; ESTC R948	33,535	138

The most excellent Oliver Cromwell Lord Gen ll of Greate Brittayne Chancellor of y e Vniversity of Oxford L d Cheife Gove●… r of Ireland ●… VENI VIDI VICI THE TRIUMPHS OF THE Most Excellent Illustrious OLIVER CROMWELL c. Set forth in a Panegyricke Written Originally in Latine and faithfully done into English Heroicall Verse By T M Jun. Esq Whereto is added An Elegy upon the death of the late Lord Deputy of Ireland the much lamented HENRY IRETON c. LONDON Printed for Iohn Tey at the White Lion in the Strand near the New Exchange 1652. TO THE Most Excellent and Right Honourable as well for his valourous Atchievements as His Incomparable Vertues His Excellency OLIVER CROMWELL Lord Generall of Great Brittaine Chancellor of the famous University of Oxford Lord Chiefe Governour of Ireland A Member of the Parliament of England and of the Right Honourable the Councell of State IT is reported of Caesar Right Honourable Lord that he never rejoyced more then when he heard his valiant exploits were spoken of in simple Cottages alledging this that a bright Sun shines in every corner which makes not the beames worse but the place better My Lord having seen the following Panegyricke in Latine a Language too high for the greatest part of our Nation to understand and considering that it was a jewell exposed only to the view not to the understandings of all made me presume to render it into English that even the meanest of our Natives might be able in their hearts with joy and thankfulness to confess the greatness of their Obligations to your Excellency by whose successefull and divinely victorious hand the yoke is broken off their necks and their happy Liberty restored that thereby with that great Macedonian Conquerour there may not be so much as a Miller but both loves and praises thee Neither durst I offer to any other hand what is only fit to be laid on thine own Altars least I might become presumptuously foolish but that as the Acts sung in the ensuing Panegyrick were thine own the honour of them thine own so thou only thy selfe wert fit to be their Patron Accept therefore Most Noble Sir these weake endeavours whose only aime hath been to publish and make known thy Vertues in our uttermost Borders and that it may appeare how evidently the hand of God hath gone along with thee in all thy Actions and carried thee with triumphall honours through the midst of so many dangers May the Great God of Heaven and Earth still carry you on that you may add triumph to triumph and be victorious on every side till arrived at that height of earthly happiness than which no man can enjoy more you may at last be crowned with eternall felicity which is the humble desire and hearty Prayer of Jan. 30. 1652. My Lord Your Excellencies most devoted in all duty and observance Tho. Manley Junior To my Honoured Friend Mr. THOMAS MANLY on his accurate Translation c. SEE how the Thespian Gyrles can dare those Fates That threaten Kingdomes and disorder States Ages to come had never known the use Of wilie War had Fishers Buskin'd Muse Been silent he doth trayterously conspire Even to dis member the Maeonian Lyre His fancie like a flame her way does take Leaving no track for after-times to make Progression Is 't not strange see here 's no oddes Betwixt his worthies and the Grecian Gods The frowns of Mars and dire Bellonas rage Drawn to the life in each elaborate page So that the Effigie of our Famous Nol Rather then here deserv's Romes Capitol But if such thanks to him be due what praise What Heccatombs of Beev's what Groves of Bayes Shall we designe thy worth who mak'st his Song To vail it's Bonnet to our English tongue Th' Indulgent censure of succeeding times Shall crown thee Manly for thy flowing Rime With the same Chaplet that wreathes Sands his brow This he predicts who honours thee I vow SAMUEL SHEPPARD Errata PAge 3. line 4. for sate read state p. 10. l. 14. bear r. owe p. 11. l. 13. deere r. done p. 12. l. 1. expect her r. expects she ibid. l. 12. brow r. browes p. 23. l. 15. strayning r. streaming ibid. l. 17. bracked r. wracked p. 31. l. 14. on r. or p. 33. l. 7. th●●e r. them p. 34. l. 6. for r. soe p. 38. l. 9. Muse r. Muses p. 52. l. 16. louring r. lowing p. 76. l. 17. layd r. lay p. 92. l. 1. the r. Thou A GRATULATORY Song of PEACE OR Triumphall Canto for the Victories of the Most Illustrious and Right Hon ble OLIVER CROMWELL c. Dedicated to the Lord President BRADSHAVV And the rest of the Right Hon ble the Councell of STATE c. In the yeare of our Redemption 1652 And of Englands Restored Liberty 4 Translated into English out of Latine BY T M Jun. Esq To the All-Worthy The good hand of the great God so ordaining And by the choice of the Supreme Authority of ENGLAND The Overseer of the Common-wealth and Re-gained Liberty JOHN Lord BRADSHAVV Sergeant at LAVV Chiefe Iustice of CHESTER Chancellor of the Dutchy and County Palatine of LANCASTER LORD HIGH-PRESIDENT OF THE Right Hon ble the Councell of STATE AS ALSO To the rest of those ever Renowned Patriots Sitting Members of the same Right Hon ble Councell Lords Commiss ners of the great Seale of England Bulstrode Whitlock John Lisle Lords Chief Iustices of England Oliver saint-Saint-John Henry Rolls Charles Fleetwood Lievtenant-General of the ARMY Knights and Baronets Sir Arthur Haslerigge Sir Henry Vane junior Sir William Masham Sir James Harrington Sir Gilbert Pickering Colonels William Purefoy Valentine Walton Richard Salloway Esq Thomas Challoner Thomas Scot John Gourdon John Carew Nicholas Love Dionys Bond. Philip Earl of Pembrooke Philip Sidney Viscount Lisle Knights of the Bath Sir William Constable Sir Peter Wentworth Generall Rob. Blake Admiral of the Sea Colonels Alexander Popham Anthony Stapylton Herbert Morley Iohn Downes Henry Marten Esq Robert Wallop Cornelius Holland Isaac Penington Abraham Burwell Henry Nevell William Masham Henry Herbert Iohn Dixwell William Heyes Iohn Corbet c. F. F. Happinesse Victory Triumphs ●… The Epistle Dedicatory Honoured Lord and you most eminent worthy Patriots THat I should go unarmed into the field to meet the Muses the wishes of a few might easily perswade me since my own affections drew me by which Incitement egged on as by Spurs I recalled my now old-grown Genius from the Camp to the Court from the War to congratulate the return of the Lord-Chief-Generall And who in such ovations would not even be wrapt beyond himself Who can contain his joy within bounds at so solemn so publike a Triumph That we may the better perceive the effects of this rejoycing we must first weigh the causes Cast your eyes then upon our conducting General whose heroick acts exceeding even the utmost limits of belief to the present age proclaime their own triumph and

tedious war and fitting succors give Othou whose worthy memory 's more sweet Then all the best Companions I meet My fort and comfort what heroick verse Can thy great prayses worthily rehearse How where shall I begin shall I record The valour that thy younger yeares afford Or that thy Candor what a child you shew'd Of valour while you ne'r had been abroad Only at Blanford how you did excell Among three restlers how you shewd your skill In turning bals what man did better know To throw the Bar or give a stronger blow With such like trophies you did think no scorne The first yeares of your active youth t' adorne But when a downy cheeke makes you put on An age more virile straight these to●es are gone You wish to heare the Trumpet which doth raise The Horses courage to the Riders praise You lov'd to bound and curvet hence it came That in your youth you did begin your fame By your great vertue when as yet your force Was ty'd within a Century of Horse But not your courage for with them you go Through many Troopes of a more potent Foe England will speake this of thee and confess The greatnesse of thy acts with joyfulness Sad Warder Caster which long siege did tame Will speake thy labours and confess the same Who when her wals all broken did appeare And all her buildings nought but ruines were Yet did remaine valiantly faithfull still A Conquerour by suffering so much ill A worthy act which fame will ever sing Amazement to the present age to bring And future too then Mayden-Bradley holds Out to the world thy fame renown'd of old From thy fore-fathers known both wise and bold Next happy Wiltshire doth triumphing stand So often sav'd by thy victorious hand When the destroying Enemy with boasts Entred and rage into that Countries coasts Wiltshire relate the changes of that war When Ludlow followed the Enemy so far Speak Sarisbury Church-yard which stood and gaz'd Upon thy passage through the swords amaz'd Like to a Lion when he is beset Which fearelss runs and breakes the scorned net 'T is a vaine worke thy praises all to bring Within the compasse of a narrow ring A little now shall serve for that we know We do unto thy praises much more ow. Which we shall pay if once our Muse can get A little respite to refresh her wit In the meane while brave Captaine go thou on With happy Omens as you have begun That by your Guard fam'd Ireton may rise Much more conspicuous in the publike eyes While to each other force and armes you lend The horrid bloudy Irish war to end That once againe her ruin'd houses may Of their rebuilding see the happy day And that poore Ireland wearied out with age May yet grow young againe when freed from strage By your most worthy hands and that sweet peace In her may settle first and then increase TO THE Most Famous as well for his Valour as Vertues HENRY IRETON Late Lord Deputy of Ireland A Member of the Parliament of England As also Of the Right Honourable the Councell of State At whose Tombe and to whose Memory this Funerall Elegy is offered and Wept By T. M. Junior An Elegy IS Ireton dead and yet the heavens not beare In such a publike loss an equall share Can such a Patron of our Liberty VVithout a grand Eclipse or Comet dye Although not at his death yet he will have The Sun a mourner at his honour'd grave The Muses Fountaine is too small too dry My Quill with fit Encomiums to supply If all your raptures all your sacred fits Could be inspir'd into my working wits Could Aganippe by some secret veine Be brought into the Cisternes of my braine Your fits would faile and that exhale in teares By this new Sun late placed in the spheares Let England speake his worth Ireland proclame His Trophies and proud Limrick keepe his name Ingrav'd in brass that future times may see And speake his honour to Posterity Great Cromwel's Son Oh speak not Titles Fame But tell his Vertues give his Soule a name His Valour mixed with such meekeness rare That no old Hero might with him compare But only Moses And straight cal'd aside And Canaan seen in hopes he gently dy'd His VVisdome speake his Temperance his Zeale And strong endeavors for the Common-weale But that you can't the Dotes thereof was such That nor my tongue nor Pen can say how much Their Value was but when that all is done If you would speake their worth say Ireton Whom all rich graces round about beset And piety the Center where they met Hence then all smiles come weeping change we mirth To mourning Dirges lave the pretious earth Of this so honour'd Patron with our teares Fertile as them the cheeke of Aprill weares Let Angels sing his graces who did call His soule to heaven to its originall And murmur not that losse which here but lay A pawne that might be cal'd for every day But if upon our sorrow and thy fate Poore Mortals could but set an equall rate The world would praise thee while it did appeare With a full sorrow in each eye a teare For where Art failes to yeild us her reliefe Our will to praise thee wee 'l express in griefe FINIS * Aeolus