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A congratulatory poem on His Majesty's happy return from Holland written by Mr. Browne.
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Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.
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A King so Pious Great and Valorous And eke a Queen compos'd of Grace and Love Wise as a Serpent harmless as a Dove So Loving Lovly of a Soul so Great That whoso Loves her not deserves the greatest Hate Thou' rt Blest indeed thou' rt Blest hadst thou a Heart But to improve these Blessings ' yond Desert Religious Freedom now we all enjoy We live secure and nought does us annoy Under our Vines most safely sit we may And no Distractions more shall us dismay No more shall Frantick Zeal our Peace disturb Nor Popish Thraldom more our Conscience curb Within our Temples Hymns and Anthems Ring Of thanks to God and praises to our King Our happy Roses and our Thistles blow Our Fields with Milk and Hony overflow As yet we hear no Drums and Trumpets sound Nor Carkasses of Dead or'e-spread the Ground From which God save our happy English Land And strengthen much the Man of his Right Hand And Lord preserve in perfect Union still The little World of this our Albion Isle Inlarge his Life who doth inlarge our Peace And let his Glory with his Life increase That being mounted on the Wings of Fame This Age may see his Worth the next admire his Name And whil'st we thus our weighty Work persue Let 's once more pay our Hails Great Sir to You. Hail mighty Monarch of the Warlike Race Whose nimble Conquests Time wants Speed to Trace Behold our Angel comes by whose bright Ray Darkness is fled and Light salutes the Day Welcome Thrice Welcome to the old Whitehall Thy Gracious Presence make us happy all As the Sun's heat replenisheth the Earth Purges the Blood and gives to Seasons Birth So your Blest Ray diffus'd within our Sphere Gives vital Warmth to ev'ry Creature there To Providence and Thee we still shall raise Altars for Thanks and Pyramids for Praise The Church shall Triumph and the State Rejoyce And sing Te Deums with united Voice So shall you be Belov'd by Wholes not Parts And ever live the Regent King of Hearts O that my Low-bred Strains were yet rais'd Higher That I might still bright William's Worth admire Reach then a soaring Quill that I might write As with a Jacob's Staff to take the height Now come aloft come come and breath a Vein And give some vent unto thy dareing Strain Come Mars Minerva ay and Juno too Mount Mount Parnassus William's Praise persue The chiefest Gods in their best Royal State Thy matchless Praises now do celebrate Jove that shakes Heaven with his angry Brows Presents thee Harmony to be thy Spouse Whose Father fam'd is Mars the God of War Whose Mother bright is Venus Morning Star Minerva too presents her Golden Chain And lovely Ceres will make thee Rich in Grain Jove's mighty Daughters with their Beardless King From famous Helicon their Musick bring Each one with Flowers and Lawrels rarely Crown'd Whilst Aroa's pleasant Harp doth sweetly sound Thus Thus the Gods in all their best Aray With Songs and Dances Crown this happy Day 'T is VVilliam's Praise 't is VVilliam's Praise alone That 's thus by all that 's Good and Great made known Metals may Blazen Common Beauties he Makes Pearl and Planets humble Herauldry But whether am I fled a Poets Song When Love directs his Praise is ever long Awake 't is shame our Lyons Dormant lye And all our Spirits in a Lethargy Rouze Country-men take hold of Shield and Spear Make William's Foes Tremble and Quake for fear Let 's make those Monsters that Invade our Land Throw down their Arms and turn their trembling Hand 'Gainst those that Disobey our King's Command Wee 'll ransack Europe find out England's Foes And such as dare our Sovereign Lord Oppose Let 's find those Hell-hounds that so much annoy And seek our Native Land for to destroy And eke those Vultures that corrode the heart Of their own Mother make her sorely smart That watch a Season for to give her up For to be Butcher'd by a Damned Pope Or else to humble her to Lewis fell That Cursed Monster who rose up from Hell To be a Plague and Scourge to Christendom To this most Christian Turk they 'd fain become Vassals and likewise Slaves to Hell and Rome Let 's find let 's find I say those Traytors out And let them to Condign Shame be brought That thus the King defie and do adore The Filthy Carkass of a Rotten Whore Look up you Sons of mighty Ancestors Who never bounded were by their own Shores Your Fighting Fathers were abroad renown'd Their Kings in France and distant Jewry Crown'd Now give me Vine and let my Fury rise That what my ravisht Soul's Immortal Eyes With Joy and Wonder saw I may Rehearse To curious Ears in high Immortal Verse Forgive Great Sir that this Aspiring Flame First kindled as a Light to shew thy Fame Consumes so fast and is mis-pent too long E're my Chief Vision is become my Song Thy Self I saw quite tir'd with Victory As weary grown to Kill as they to Die Whilst some at last thy Mercy did enjoy 'Cause 't was less pains to Pardon than destroy And thy Compassion did thy Army please In meer Belief it gave thy Valour ease Lo in a Calm began thy Regal Sway Which with most Chearful Hearts all do obey As if no Law were Juster than thy VVord Thy Scepter still were safe without a Sword And let Chronologers pronounce thy Style The first True Monarch of the Golden Isle An Isle so seated for Predominance And Naval Strength it 's Power can so advance That it may Tribute take of what the East Shall ever send in Traffick to the West Advance Great Sir still let your Fame be spread As for as where the Morning Clouds look red Go on go on let lofty Lewis feel The mighty Force of thy revenging Steel Make make his Flowers fade and Courage reel Nay reel he must at last and tumble down France is thy Right he shall resign his Crown To you Illustrious Sir you shall enjoy your own 'T is not the Tide of many reeling Years Can wash the Fields of Gossey and Poictiers A conscious Horror strikes their Bosoms still When they survey that famous fatal Hill Where our third Edward's Host Spectators stood Wading to Honour 'bove the Knees in Blood And left the Prince to make the Conquest good Where will they sculk when they the Banners view Of a Third Edward and a VVilliam too O what can't England do if she awake Give Laws to Europe and make Empires shake Keep Mistress of the undisputed Main And hold the Ballance just 'twixt France and Spain And once more make her useless Cannons roar Thro' both the Indies and bring back their Oar Search out new Worlds and conquer old ones too Bomb Mexico and subjugate Peru. Beard the Proud Sophy and the Grand Mogul These are the Rays would make thy Glories full What tho' the Spaniards have surrendred Mons And left it unto the Tyrant of France 'T
A Congratulatory POEM ON HIS MAJESTY's Happy Return FROM HOLLAND Written by Mr. BROWNE LONDON Printed for Thomas Jones at the White Horse without Temple-Bar MDCXCI To the Honourable Sir Thomas Alyen Kt. B ar RIght Honour'd Sir vouchsafe to cast your Eye On this Essay of Heroick Poesie Which for unmerited Favours as 't is meet I Humbly prostrate at your Worthy Feet Beseeching that it may so happy be To share a Blessing in your Courtesie And be protected by your Loyal Name From all the Blasts that may it else Defame Pray entertain it for Dear Sir it sings The very best of War-like Valiant Kings That Monarch Sir by you so greatly lov'd Even HE that Heaven kind for us approv'd 'T is HE I say whom You so much adore And long have Pray'd to see Return once more Happy and Safe to England's Happy Shoar Now Sir HE 's come my Muse his Welcom sings And in your Ears his Matchless Praises rings The which Good Sir when you vouchsafe to read Charity 's Mantle o're my Failings spread My Eyes oft dazled with Excess of Light My Muse but dull and narrower my Sight I might have left this weighty Task to them Whose nobler Thoughts direct a loftier Pen But yet I hope I am to be excus'd Because 't was Love and Zeal acted my Muse. I write but 't is alas with trembling Hand The Praise of him that Rules blest Albion's Land And sing his Welcom to his wisht for Strand 'T is Wholsom Foot tho 't is but homely drest Yet something here I hope may please each Guest High are my Strains my Buskin'd Mistress sings The very best of Men the best of Kings In Verse Heroick tells his Heroick Deeds Whose Worth all Commentary still exceeds Nor can a Muse Imp't with the Noblest Wing Sound half the Praise of William our Great King So high is Virtue in her Native Glory Advanc'd in Him above the Reach of Story Bright as the brightest Star that ere did flame A shining Monument to Caesar's Name A Prince in Fame's great Catalogue more bright Than all the Sons of Honour ere could light A Prince in Prudence and in Arms more Great Than ever yet ruled in Albion's State Who lesser Sparks of Honour does out-flame And swallows all their Titles in his Name HE far exceeds the Trophies of the Pen A Prince above the Characters of Men Wise as the wisest as the boldest bold In Dangers only and Success grown old On whom no Barb'rous Enemy can confer Less than an High Immortal Character Sir here I must abruptly take my Leave Because the Printer tells me he shall have More than he can conveniently dispose Within his Page he bids me therefore close And so I will Praying Right Worthy Sir That God may still his Blessings on you pour Your Lady long preserve you Heirs with Blessing crown And give you lasting Joys when you this Life lay down This comes Good Sir from the unworthy Hand Of him who is your very Humble Servant at Command BROWNE A Congratulatory Poem c. ROuze rouze my Muse and drein the from the dregs Of Vulgar Thoughts skrew up thy highest Pegs Contemn the World soar soar aloft and let Thy Thoughts Despise to take a vulgar Flight Imp imp thy Wings with Zeal thy Strains with Fire Let nothing sway thee but most pure Desire Snatch thee a Quill from the spread Eagle's Wing And like the towering Lark mount up and sing To welcom home WILLIAM our Sovereign King Tune thy sublime Theorboe four Notes higher And higher yet so that the shril-mouth'd Quire Of swift-wing'd Seraphims come down and joyn To make thy Consort more than half Divine Strein higher still what if I crack a String In venturing nobly higher for to Sing Reach Heavens Ela then and undecline Till with a deep-mouth'd Gam-ut sound again From Pole to Pole it will not reach his Worth Nor find a Note to set his Praises forth Hail hail Great Monarch of Renowned Fame We 'll wreath the Lawrels celebrate thy Name In Songs transcending we'll rehearse thy Story Let Heavens also crown thy Brows with everlasting Glory Shall Dutchmen when of thy Approach they hear Triumphal Arches for thy Welcom rear Shall their loud Cannons eccho forth thy Fame And shall their Fire-works likewise the same Shall they with Voices Hearts and all agree To spread thy Praise and eke to honour thee And shall not Englishmen for Shame arise Come Country-men let 's eccho through the Skyes The lasting Worth of William our great King And make his Glorious Acts through Europe ring A Pyramid of Gold then let us rear And on it ' grave in Characters most fair The worthy Deeds of our Third William 's Name That after time it lively may remain To his Eternal Matchless worthy Fame So following Ages and Generations all Shall justly Thee poor England's Saviour call When they shall read Great Sir how that you gave Your Worthy Self three Nations for to save Thought nought too dear so that you might obtain For us our Dear-bought Liberties again And free us from the Yoke of Slavery And likewise from Curs'd Popish Tyranny When this is told O who'll not love a King So Great so Good so Just in every thing By many Wonders YOU were hither brought Which strangely too by their Concurrence wrought Our whole Redemption in so short a Space As did the Slothe of Human Aids Disgrace Those who do hold Success the Cast of Chance And Providence the Dream of Ignorance Might in those Miracles Design discern And from wild Fortune's Looks Religion learn Tell us no more of Caesar's Fame Who when he only look'd he overcame Nor yet of Alexander's great Renown Nor Hector's Glory blaz'd from Town to Town Pompey avaunt thy trifling Glories glance To our Great VVilliam's they 're but Ignorance And Scanderbeg that Great Renowned Man Who from so many Wars Victorious came Must Phoebus like when Sol does shew his Face Resign his Glory 't is VVilliam's Place No 't is not these can bear away the Bell For still our Conquering VVilliam doth excel Victorious still he grows prevail he shall Until his Foes become Poor Quakers all Hail once again Great Sir and let the Hail Through England Scotland Ireland prevail I can't forbear nor can I hold my Hand My Pen will still persue my Wills Command Then blame me not Great Sir I must Repeat The Loyalty I bear to you the Great Victorious William my Dear Sovereign Lord Nought can I think enough to spread abroad Your VVorth and Virtue which so much excel All which Rehears'd would many Volumns fill The Time alas would Fail if I should speak Of all thy Virtues and thy Glories great But some Illustrious Sir I must Repeat Clap Hands rejoyce O happy British Clime Thrice happy if thou didst but know thy Time Wherein thou' rt blest with Blessings from above A God of War a Queen made up of Love A King so Virtuous Wise so Good and Iust