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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45962	Verses spoken at the appearance of the King and Queene, Dvke and Dutchesse of York in Christ-church Hall, Oxford Sept. 29, 1663 By Th. Ireland ...	Ireland, Thomas, Sir.; Laurence, Thomas, 1645?-1714. Verses spoken to the King, Qveen, and Dutchesse of Yorke.	1663 (1663)	Wing I296; ESTC R15051	2,679	14

VERSES Spoken to the KING QVEEN and DVTCHESSE of YORKE in St JOHN's Library in Oxford VERSES SPOKEN AT THE Appearance of the King and Queene DVKE and DVTCHESSE of York In CHRIST-CHURCH Hall OXFORD Sept 29. 1663. By TH IRELAND St. Ch Ch ACADEMIA OXONIESIS OXFORD Printed by H. Hall for R. Davis according to the Authors own Copies being more Correct then those printed at London without his consent or knowledge 1663. Verses spoken at the Appearance of the King and Queen DVKE and DVTCHESSE of YORK In Christ-Church Hall Septemb. 29. 1663. I. To the KING T Is He 't is He indeed it must be so None but that Child unto this Man could grow Wonder of Fate A KING out of a PRINCE Expos'd to desperate perils so long since What humane Wolf or yet more kind Wild beast Cast from your own hath took you to her breast And brought you up till by your Vertues known Man dar'd no longer keep you from the Throne You come like Phoebus striving from a Cloud Increasing brightness as he quits the shroud And as he drawes out by his Summer rayes The sleeping Insects to their several plays With greater power your warmer influence calls Our dormant Houshold-gods forth from these Walls And I their Genius in your absence mute Like Memnon's Statue your approach salute Let Roman quils the business undertake Great Panegyricks of your Worth to make This place where taken from our Parents charge On your Munificence we live at large I will not grieve you with repeated harms Nor tire your Modesty with praising charms But greet the kind appearance of your face Which both amazeth and revives this place And to the Noblest born we boast and sing By mean men made we 're nourish'd by a KING For which we humbly thank you and confess Our Aliment our Learning and our Dress Is all from you And this great Structure stands Imperfect to be finish'd by your Hands And hath consum'd numbers of golden showres But seems not satisfy'd till fill'd with yours Let me not live Great powers my soul invade I feel my self thinning into a shade What Glorie 's that that hovers by your side And gives you the imbraces of a Bride Have you been medling with Celestial fire A Model of your own thus to inspire Or is She Sister to Pygmalion's Wife The second Ivory that ere took life Or is Astraea wood from Heaven again Who then shall take exceptions at your Reign Speak Sir What is She for no other eye Can take the height of Her Divinity II. To the QUEEN OR will you please sweet Splend or let us know In part what to the Gods for you we owe Are you a real Star indeed let down To beautifie this long-obscured Crown Or are you made of Nectar which they say Once being spilt made such a milky Way But if you needs will mortal be and show The greater skill by being made below Your Mother sure upon Elixirs fed The East blew all its persumes to her Bed Then were you wrap'd in Lillies which so grew A Coverture o're your own whiter hue A Whiteness not with safety to be seen Which of a skin of Lillies makes a screen Wherein array'd you suffer a disguise And put on Snow in mercy to our eyes The mould wherein your Soul is now inshrin'd Is such as Chymists seek but ne're can find Such as when you can die it will first be told The Powders found that can turn all things Gold Or such as when the World was all a Main Deucalion kept to make Mankind again Such may it prove too since the bliss we need Is a young Prince from so refin'd a Seed Whence ere it is your mighty Beauties spring Their streams lose nought by running towards your King A stop in whose fair Breast their course beguiles Where like a Sea of Milke they turn in smiles As in Endymion's when the Queen of Night Had in his bosom crowded all her light Nor are our hopes exceeded by our prayers Your Ancestors make promise for your Heirs His who have made all Europe shake and yours Who could make Devills she or at least Moors Of darkness banish'd by a generall chase The Trophees are erected in your Face Nature had kept her riches yet unseen Had not the Portuguez such searchers been Who to the fame of finding Worlds unknown Have shewd their art in You of making one Well might the haughty Spainard interpose With all his wealth to hinder such a close As hoping no success from his Alarms ' Gainst Lisbon when She lay in CHARLES his Arms But that to rival all his power in you CHARLES would be master of the indies too But Heaven 's design'd by equal course of Fates The fall and restauration of your States Your Father and your Husband long disown'd Were both by parallel wonders re-inthron'd And two recover'd Kingdoms now combine To twist a never-discontinuing line Supplying from Valour and from Beauties store Kings to beget and Queens to bring forth more III. To the KING and QUEEN concerning the DUKE of YORKE BUt to remove all fears behold here stands A Prince that bears Protection in his Hands Who in his Infancy to Conquest bent Did in his Cradle apprehend a Tent And since by mighty deeds of War hath shewn The Dons a Courage which they ne're durst own Whose Arm alone appearing their reliefe Made him at once their succour and their grief Who without him could not withstand the Foe Yet were asham'd to be defended so IV. To the DVKE BVt what need I Brave Prince your Acts rehearse Which are become the Winds charge to disperse Tritons and Sea-Nymphs sound and sing your Name The waves to every shore report your Fame At your command the Surges rise and fall While Neptune acts but your Vice-Admiral And Silver Thetis covering her face To your Fair Dutchess hath resign'd her place THE END Spoken to the KING and QUEEN in St John's Library BIrds have found Language Elephants a Knee To Complement the approach of Majesty None so much statue but like Memnons playes Anthems to welcome such illustrious rayes Your presence Madam here doth paralel Our Baptists desert to a Boscobel Our Mother glories that your smiles upon her Create her Virgin Muses maids of Honour Your station 'twixt these Globes doth prompt our pen To fansie Princes plac'd 'twixt Gods and men Here men there Angels ply their different Spheres Our house of Commons and your House of Peers May your last progress here reach Nestor's Summe Till the Supreme Star-Chamber call you home Whil'st Angels propagate and you display A little CHARLES his Waine and Milky Way These Asterismes are only wanting yet To make VVhite-Hall a Heaven and Heaven complete Perfection Madam from your self must grow Kings are Immortal but Queens make them so To her Highness the DVTCHESSE of YORK in the same place IF Duty without Compliment may stand And they who can but kneel may kiss your Hand If Muses Country Girles their skil may try Though 't spoile an Honour to a Courtesie Wee 'd rally all our forces to express Your Noblest Welcome in a plain address Mars wee 'd assign your Guard but that we are Assur'd your DUKES a greater God of War The Graces to attend you wee 'd call forth But that th' are all ingross'd in your own worth And Venus with her Cupid too should come But that you have a sweeter Prince at home Thus Poets Dream and Muses fancy less Then what Fates judg you worthy to possess Our Pegasus with duty wing'd we show Others may higher fly none stoop so low The END