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A pindarick poem on the happy coronation of His Most Sacred Majesty James II and his illustrious consort Queen Mary by Mrs. Behn.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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Wing B1751; ESTC R170494
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Witty Great and Good admire Supports the awful Mystick Rod DORSET whose Eyes with all the Beauties shone Which he in Love and in Success puts on A carless Grandure and a Generous Air Did over all the Lord of Hearts appear Eternal softness and Eternal Wit His looks made good to day all he e're spoke or Write XXI The Golden Scepter noble RUTLAND bore In whose rich Veins the Royal Purple Springs From mighty YORK whose conqu'ring Arms of yore Could sway the Fortunes and the Fates of Kings Still to the juster side they brought their Swords And many a Glorious field the wond'rous Name Records Next view a Hero in His propher Sphere While BEAUFORD do's the Sacred Circle beat A Prince whom Heav'n and Nature form'd to move The ill-maner'd World to Reverence and to Love A Prince so truly brave so greatly good That when in after Ages Men would Fame Some future Hero with the Noblest Name Whose constant Loyalty undaunted stood Preserv'd it self in its divinest forms Amidst a Thousand meeting Storms A second BEAUFORD's Name the youth shall Crown And over pay His Glory and Renown XXII And now loud Admirations fill the space And Hearts with nimbler Motions beat Behold the QUEEN the Raptur'd Crowds repeat She comes She comes with a Triumphant Grace And all Heav'n opens in her Angel Face Bright were Her Beams and all around they Shone And darted awful Fire to all the lookers on So heedless Lovers do with CUPIDS play 'Till the Boys shoot and spoil their fancy'd Joy Thus all adorn'd with Sacred Beauty's Charms Through the vast Christian Camp the fair INCHANTRESS Rode And where the noblest Warriers wond'ring stood Her killing eyes dealt their resistless harms Through the rough Male the subtle Light'ning plaid And the stern Heart to tenderness betray'd Her Love-drawn Chariot mov'd with solemn State While round it the adoring Princes wait With Sigh and Vows Petitioning their Fate But with this difference while that Charmer strove To take Revenge in the soft snares of Love Ours all Divine by chance her Beauty 's hurl'd And has without design subdu'd the World But oh in vain is any likeness made 'T is Coppying of the Day by Gloom and Shade The wonder that the PROPHET did unfold When Heav'n in Revelation he survey'd And the Bright WOMAN did behold In wond'rous Garments of the SUN Aray'd And underneath her feet the Moon subdu'd At this Divine Appearance seem'd renew'd XXIII A NYMPH the fairest ever shin'd in Courts NORFOLK the Generous Gay and Great To whom each Muse officiously resorts And with their Songs their Patron Mistress Greet To make the Illustrious Train compleat The Sacred ROBE supports Aided by young DIANA'S all as fair As the coy Maid the amorous GOD pursu'd As Chast as she as unsubdu'd Unsoyl'd even by the wanton wisp'ring Air No guilty though had ever spread Their lovely Virgin Cheeks with Red No Lovers Sighs had blown the blushes there For all their Roses in the Bud appear XXIV And now the ravisht People shout a new Their KING their dear-lov'd MONARCH is in view The constant AYLESBURY and the Loyal GRAY Prepare the mighty Way This bears the Marshal Staff and that the Spur Of blest Saint EDWARD KING and CONFESSOR To whom Heav'n first the Mystery did unfold By Sacred Touches and by Hollow'd Gold To heal that else uncurable Disease that poses Art and baffles all the Wise. The faithful PETERBOROW whose unmatch'd zeal Pursu'd his Suffering Princes adverse Fate When Factious Malice that out-acted Hell Drove the submitting Exile to a Foreign State Deserv'd the Glory which that day he wore And dares defend the Treasure that he bore Scepter PEMBROOK the thoughful PEMBROOK next surveys All form'd for Victory and Love In whose fine Eyes a Thousand Graces move And little sighing Gods around him play Who watch each melancholy look and bear The pointed Ruin to some gazing fair His hand the SWORD adorn'd with equal Grace As Wit his softer Tongue or Love his conqu'ring Face Great DARBY and the long-fam'd SHREWSBURY Whose happless Sires in bright Allegiance shone With Toyl and Wounds and many a Victory Such Trophies for their Heirs have wone As this days Triumphs do their Fames reward The Pointed and more Honour'd Broken SWORD OXFORD the Brave whose unexampl'd Name Was never tainted with Rebellious Crimes But 'mongst the vast Records of deeds and times Remains unblemisht in the Book of Fame Justly that Sword of State in Peace he ought to bear Who knows so Nobly how to manage it in War XXV Upon the Royal Charge two Princes wait Youg GRAFTON the Illustrious and the Great England's High Constable for this blest Day Too large a Power to bear a longer Sway. Beneath this Change ah sigh not Royal Youth Thy blooming Vertues still will rise and Live As Flowers transplanted better thrive And mend their Luster and their growth Securely thou may'st shine beneath this Sun And in the Path of Honour thou 'st begun May'st a long Race of lasting Glories run Remaining as thou art brave Loyal true Thou in thy KING will find the FATHER too NORFOLK the greatest Subject and the best Whose Loyalty indur'd the utmost test A PRINCE whose Glorious Name has stood Belov'd at home ador'd abroad Stedfast in all the Vertues of the Brave And to no Vices of the Great a slave True to his KING his Honour and his Word MAECENA of my Muse my Patron Lord. XXVI Great ORMOND whom no time or Age can bow But on his awful Reverend brow Serenely as the Summer of his years Before the Autumn blasts bereaves The goodly Ceder of his youthful Leaves Full blown not fading still appears Who to Command and to obey For a long Race of years has show'd the noblest way Brave in the Field in Council Wise Stedfast in Loyalty in Honour nice Gracious in Power unruffl'd in a Storm Humble in Court and Glorious in a Calm This Day the Sacred Diadem he bore Whose dear defence so long had been his care That Diadem that Grac'd his hand before Whose Right so oft he did assert in War Great SOMERSET that Name of high Renown Allied to Kings though not of Kingly Race Guarded the Worlds great Treasure England Crown While the World 's Emblim did the Hero Grace His Youth and Beauty did Adorn his State And the young Atlas smil'd beneath his Glorious weight The n're to be forgotten ALBEMARLE Whose Name shall last when Nature is no more That Name that did lost Britain's Joy restore It s Worship'd Champion and its General The second Guardian of the CROWN was made And in his hand to day the Peaceful SCEPTER sway'd The true-born English Bravery of whose mind His Native Loyalty and intrinsick worth Shows him of that Diviner kind When Demi-Gods with Mortals joyn'd And brought the first-born Race of Hero's forth XXVII And now the Earthly GOD appears in view While the glad Crowd their lowder shouts renew Wild with their joy even rudly they express Its vast