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A62419	A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.	Thompson, Nathaniel, d. 1687.	1685 (1685)	Wing T1005; ESTC R19822	155,892	404

Father you 'd deal with the Son I 've seen your Martyr's Peters Scot and Viner Sainted in Gold with Colledge the Joyner I 've seen your Pamphlets Libels Books of print Such ne're before came from the Devil's Mint I 've seen the Doctors Depositions too And faith he 's done as much as man could do Won't all this Old-new-found-Art do the work To pull the King down and set up the Kirk What No Cornucopia to be found Be all our Knights-Templers laid under ground Are our Braves good for nothing but to lap Th' infected droopings of a silver Tap Alas we want Ingredients Give Us a Parliament that shall ever live And the Militia we 're compleatly Blest CESAR do that and then Sir do your best What Snake-hair'd Fury with Infernal Brand Broke loose from Hell thus to inflame the Land Shall we be jealous of our blest Content Till cracking th'strings we break the Instrument Shall our Arch-Angel of the Devil 's See Drown'd Four and twenty of our Hierarchy And by a whirl-wind from the Stygian-Lake A Glorious Monarch and Three Kingdoms wreck Down Asmodeus down to the burning Pits Where thy Councel of State in Brimstone sits In that dark Conclave let thy Envy range Changing but That never expect more change Here Pity checks my Spleen and who can tell Good Angels sorrows when the Train too fell But they were blest with great perfection And though seduc'd the Crime was All their Beneath the Firmament it is not so Here 's imperfection in the High and Low One Lucifer on Earth may dangerous prove More than a Legion to One Saint above But see the Murder'd Martyrs Ghosts appear Your Native Prince and Fathers Shades stand there Lend Them your Eyes the Rabble not your Ear. And what would the mad Rabble have Let 's try And who would ask but one as mad as I Can the turbulent wind tell why it blows Gr tumbling Ocean why it Ebbs and Flows The senceless Rabble's but that Dust which flies With every puff of wind into our eyes It makes you pur-blind and defiles your Shooes Rather to piss on 't than to court it choose I 'll dare the Sun which hath survey'd the Earth Ever since Eve gave Cain and Abel Birth In all his Travels if he can declare A people Franchis'd as the English are All others Birth-right Bondage is but We Surfeit with Cates and glut with Liberty If Heaven should bid a Subject to implore What bliss we want he could not ask for more Oh the unhappy state of Happiness They enjoy more that do enjoy much less Rome in it's Pomp and Pride could never shew Men of that bulk of Wealth in England flow And every Cottager lives frank and free As Jove Here 's a perpetual Jubilee Hear one great Truth an English Subject sings We have one Emperour and a Million Kings To the KING Celestial Prince descended from above With Goodness and the wisdom of great Jove Hov'ring the Doves with thy Seraphick Wings Still Shielding Church and State from Serpents Stings Accept the Addresses of our Humble praise 'T is all the Incense Men to God can raise When civil War Three Kingdoms did inthrall You were the Saviour that Redeem'd us all And rais'd miraculously from their Graves Thre Soul-sunk Nations that were Slaves to Slaves Mean Thanks do mighty favours quite disgrace But dull Ingratitude becomes the base How Justly may'st thou let thy Thunder fly Both Giants and Pigmies doom'd to dye What will they war with Jove in vain in vain Whom th' Gods have Crown'd in spight of Worms shall Reign Repent proud Dust before it he too late Strike Sail my Muse shall be your Advocate Hear great Apollo Phoebus lend thine Ear To an unpolisht Muse's humble Prayer She lifts no Phaetontick palm on high Lo her request is veil'd with Modesty Thou that art goodness Essence Thou that keeps Clemency waking that she never sleeps Look on the Errours of Mortality With the kind Aspect of your God-like Eye Though they have sin'd and certainly a Sin To death had it against a bad Prince been And their Transgressions in an high degree Are aggravated to sin thus against Thee My poor Muse begs although their sins be great That Thou wouldst not Forget to forget To the DUKE And Thou great Hero of loud Fames first rate Still partner of your Royal Brothers Fate Who baffle Mischief and her Dart despise And stand the firmer for her Batteries Whilst Envy toyls her self quite out of breath You undisturb'd can smile the Wretch to death Malice is now in a Consumption grown To see her self mistook in You alone Still the more venom that on You they throw Still you the Taller and more lovely grow Can walk the Fiery Furnace and no Hair Sing'd no smell of Fire no impair Fond men To hope they can destroy whom Jove Preserves by Wonders and peculiar Love Never before prosumptive Heir did sure Worse Wrongs from most presumptive Men endure Well may they droop their Heads and Ne●ks incline As Tulips Frost bit with a Northern Wind To Prudence still and Piety you 'r Just And do forgive whom none will wish to trust To the LORDS You of the Constellation that maintain Your starry Glories from Apostate stain You whose chaste Loyalty for ever stream'd To th' Royal Lamp of Honour whence You beam'd You shall for ever share the Muses Praise Whilst Helicon hath Drops Apollo Bays To the GENTRY Come Brothers of the Minor-Stars that are No wandring Planets but fixt in Your Sphere You that have vow'd to be so True To Charles that to your selves you be so too And sure I am your Oath will not be broke You 'l bow to Destiny before the Yoke We must not praise nor thank our selves that 's vain That were but Champarty You know in grain But we 'l so Loyal and so Faithful live That Church and Crown 's Fees Us no thanks shall give To the Common-Councel and Court of Aldermen And You brave Citizens so Rich and Wise The Boons of Heavens due to Loyalties Heaven marks them who from Allegiance stray With Children Wits or Fortunes quite awry You that hold th' Rains curb the head-strong Jaws Of Asses kickt at Governours and Laws You know that Trade doth still most profit bring To them are true to God and to their King Long may You live and may the Town and Court Be happy in the prayers of my poor heart May no King want such Citizens I pray Nor Towns-men Prince like him they now enjoy To the Livery-men But You that are now of th' new Livery And Old Leven look for no thanks from me Keep to your Gods on damned Bradshaw call Implore the shades of Ireton and Noll To come improv'd from Hell and be so good To set crackt men with Plunder up and Blood The Rabble shall no longer Rule this Town Rebellions Charter must now go down But yet we 'l beg the King that he would please To give another on good

1680. GO Best in all that 's good We cannot bear The Radiant Lustre of thy Virtues here Owls hate the Sun Dark Deeds abhor the Light Ills appear worse still by their Opposite Obey thy Heavenly in thy Earthly King Confound thine Enemies by Suffering O'recome by Good Let Furious Factions see Thine's Peace when their Religion's Cruelty Go Prince Couragious Prince Our Champion may Great Britains Guardian Angel lead thy way May the cold Hemisphere Thou go'st to Grace Receive new warmth and vigour from thy Face May all that 's Happy thy Companion be Till Heaven bring Thee to Us or Us to Thee Go Prince Great Britain's Genius with his Train Guard thee to Scotland Bring Thee safe again That like Great Constantine Thy glorious days May Crown thy Sufferings with Immortal Bays And as His Zeal the mis-led World did bring To Love and Honour their Celestial King So may thy Zeal move this misguided Nation To follow Thee in Loyal Reputation In being Just and Faithful to their King And all with one accord aloud shall Sing Long live Great Charles our Nations Joy And all Men sing Vive Le Roy. The DUKE's Welcom from Scotland to London ART come Sweet Prince Wil t ' once more daign to chear With Thy Bright Beams our drooping Hemisphere Can nothing check thy Love suppress thy Flame Still England's Guardian Angel Still the same Redoubled wrongs on Thee the Crown and State Can only move Thy Pity not Thy Hate Who Good for Evil dost Retaliate Thy tender Heart and soft-loves conquer'd Will Plead this though bad This is thy Country still Relaps'd into Her former Agony Gasping Britannia seeks relief from Thee Scotland that once contagious Vip'rous Land Doth now our Envy and Example stand Charm'd by thy prudent Head and gentle hand Under his Vine each chearful Swain doth sit The Serpent's crush'd that once demolish'd it Where Hemlock Wormwood Tares and Weeds did grow Now in full plenty Milk Honey flow Thrice Happy Land● May our invenom'd Sense With Treasons Poyson feel the Influence Of this all-healing Planet May we see All Hearts and Hands conjoyn'd in Loyalty May all Associating Traitors know Divinity dwells on a Soveraign Brow May those ungrateful Wretches who Contemn Mercy find Justice in the Diadem Great York in all things Great Great in Renown Great in Succession's Right to Englands Crown Great in thy Conduct Great in Peace and War Great in thy Birth In Virtue Greater far But above all Great in this Mighty thing In thy firm Love and Duty to the KING Welcom Sweet Prince Let sober Healths go round And all but Regicides thy Praise resound An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland With a little Digression upon the Times INgrateful England curst to that Degre Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares yet thou 'lt obey no King To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne Yet being richer than I can express Art justly punisht with Unhappiness What thou art envy'd for and all adore Thou throw'st away and to thy self art poor And like the Miser that abounds in Bags Wallow'st in Wealth yet lov'st to go in Rags The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd They begg'd a King and then obey'd their Lord But stiff-Neck'd England just from Slavery sav'd Forgets and longs again to be enslav'd Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd Rebels that once did sacrifice their God True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell And ever since taught Traytors to rebel And now lest they should fail to reach him there They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite Still to what 's present to be opposite Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair And the bright Daughter of his Highness here The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty Old Albany they now alone shall grace Scotland whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame PRepare you Heavens disclose your brightest Ray All Day your Marble Night your Milkie Way Vrania comes the Goddess of our Isle Vrania that makes every Creature Smile All they were born for and can wish for here Is but to bless her and be blest by Her Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides And of her golden Bark surround the sides Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow For want of winds with wings supply soft gales And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave There whilst she Sails intomb●d in ●ollow Earth Lie fetter'd close and gro●● for want of Birth And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene The Azure Blew with the smooth glassy Green You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills and with a Mask delight her Eye First let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats As Winter's shine or Summer when it sets No Icy Cloudy nor no Soultry Day But all like Morning and those Mornings May Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore Such as Arabia ●elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind But just so much as she in State may glide And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above As on Jove's Daughter and the Queen of Love Let thy shrill Trumpeters the Tritons blow And summon all the watry Pow'rs below The Nayades and Nereids to appear Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call And Sea Nymphs to adorn this Ocean's Ball Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face Till they shall see how far above their own Vrania's is and throw their Classes down The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play And hunt the Plain like Spanniels in her way Next let the great Leviathans resort And not forget ●o make the Princess Sport But at a harmless distance head the Train And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be That wondring Angels may look down to see And make the Show more full of Majesty Thou Nereus do this mighty Task with Care As much as was in Noah's Ark is here For since that Patrierch when the world was drown'd The like was never in one Vessel found Her

old Pus Or Spirit Mephostophilus Or Pug that Paracelsus wore In the Pomel of his Sword before Or Healing Virtue that as Rare is Is sent His Grace by 's Aunt of Fayries Who aids him thus in Hugger Mugger So did Doll Common Abel Drugger Some sweaty Devil in his Palm Transfuses Brine instead of Balm And Brine you know is good for th' Itch In any mangy Dog or Bitch Long in his Fist the Leprous Drab Paddles and pores familar Scab The Witch her Dam had set her Fancy Agog upon this Chyromancy To view each Line the Hag Importunes And thus Young Gipsie reads his Fortunes The men of Westminster shall pass High Votes in Honour of Your Grace No Prayers for fear of the Black-Rod They 'l Vote I fear No King No God Great stickling there shall be for Two Pillory'd Benjamin and You. What will you give me the next Spring If then You are not Crowned King By Oates before we Reap next Crop Oates in a Tub will Preach You up So Sybel ended her vile Guessing And each to other gave their Blessing But Oh! the Green sick Girls may boast This Duke hath Cur'd them to his Cost Though now he cuts his Capers high He may with False-staff one day cry When Age hath set him in the Stocks A Pox on my Gout a Gout of my Pox. Yet that Fat Knight with all his Guts That were not then so sweet as Nuts Though oft he boldly fought and winkt Led Harry M by Instinct Reveres a Buckram Prince of Wales His great Heart quops his Courage quails The Lyon Rampant is too wise To touch a Prince though in Disguise Much less a Prince so Kind and Civil To touch a Kingdom for Kings-Evil He means to make it for its Health A Common Whore a Commonwealth The stroaker Graitrix was a sot And all his Feat-tricks are forgot But Duke Trinculo and Tom Dory Will be a famous Quack in story Let every scabby City Cuckow Fly into Your Hedge-lane to look You If Seventh Sons do things so Rare In You seven Fathers have a share Shew us some more of these fine Mocks Shew then Your Black Art Your Black Box. 'T is thought you 've there some pure Receipt Great Mountebank of our sick State Your Zany who this Cure reveals Tell us in March Your Highness heals Tom Ross's Ghost to his Pupil SHame of my Life Disturber of my Tomb Base as thy Mothers prostituted Womb Huffing to Cowards fawning to the Brave To Knaves a Fool to credulous Fools a Knave The King's Betrayer and the Peoples Slave Like Samuel at the Necromantick Call I rise to tell thee God has left thee SAVL I strove in vain thy Infected Blood to cure Streams will run muddy where the Spring 's impure In all your meritorious Life we see Old TAAFS invincible sobriety Places of Master of the Horse and Spy You like Tom H d did at once supply From Sydney's Blood your Loyalty did spring You shew us all your Fathers but the KING From whose too tender and too bounteous Arms Vnhappy he who such a Viper warms As dutiful a Subject as a son To Your true Parents the whole Town you run Read if You can how th' old Apostate fell Out-do his pride and Merit more than Hell Both He and You were gloriously bright The first and purest of the Sons of Light But when like Him you offer'd at the Crown Like Him your angry Father kick You dawn The Oxford Alderman's Speech to the D of M. at His entrance into that City about September 80. STout Hanibal before He came to Age Perpetual Wars with Rome was sworn to wage You lead us to such Wars Oh happy We Great Prince You are a Soldier good as He Though some will say to give the Devil his due He was as good a Protestant as You. You to the Whore of Whores the Whore of Rome Devoted from Your own chaste Mothers Womb Though in the Schools of Jesuits true bred You scorn'd to learn of them to write or read A Protestant the more to be admir'd That never were Instructed but Inspir'd So unconcern'd from Popery You pass No use of Vnderstanding in the Case True Interest that all other things o'repowers And generous Indignation made You Ours Even so in Spain to Mass come Trading Jews Cast Drabs turn Quakers but to spite the Stews But Fears and Jealousies of You we scorn That are so true a Son of Honour born And since have made both Gog and Magog bleed Act but the Demagogue You 'l do the Deed You 'l Damn and Ram proud Antichrist to Hell But force Him first to work one Miracle He that with four hard words and one Grave Nod Turns an insipid Wafer into God Were You a Dough-bak'd Duke with less ado To Prince of Wales might Transubstantiate You. Do you but say 't we 'l swear that You are so And rather Kiss Your Hand than Kiss His Toe Resolv'd Resolv'd It must not be gain said Faith we 'l believe Your Mother was a Maid Why should You think Ambition any Crime We 'll make You Duke of Venice in goodtime Or if You scruple to Vsurp the Crown Having once rais'd Vs You may then sit down You or Your Friends shall have the foremost place Perhaps we 'll joyn Sir Armstrong with Your Grace Whether You Reign or He it is all one Great Alexander's Dear Hephestion But when You come to Reap these goodly Fruits Sweet Sir remember these our Suits First Let these Lordly Bishops to Pot 'T is plain their Lordships all are in the Plot They hold none lawful Heirs but lawfully begot Our Commonwealth's a Castle in the Air If we Pray for King or Common Prayer These Paltry Schollars blast them with I breath Or they 'l Rhime your Grace and Vs to death Then O brave we then hey for our good Town Then up go we when Wit and Sense go down The Ghost of the late Paliament to the New one to meet at OXFORD FRom Deepest Dungeon of Eternal Night The Seats of horror sorrow pains spight I have been sent to tell Your tender Youth A Seasonable and Important Truth I feel but Oh too late that no Disease Is like the Surfeit of Luxurious Ease And of all others the most tempting things Are too much Wealth and too Indulgent Kings None ever was Superlatively Ill But by degrees Industry and Skill And some whose meaning hath at first been fair Grow Knaves by Use and Rebels by Despair My time is past and yours will soon begin Keep your first Blossoms from the blast of Sin And by the Fate of my Tumultuous ways Preserve your selves and bring Serener Days The busie subtile Serpents of the Law Did first my mind from true Obedience draw While I did Limits to the King Prescribe And took for Oracles that Canting Tribe I chang'd true Freedom for the name of Free And grew Seditious for Variety All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd And by the Law Illegally