your Frenzy Wits fall into rage Look here Who Vindicates the Royal Stage Godfrey's brave Spirit doth this day appear Tremble ye now for Anger or for Fear His shorthy Ghost that courted Sacred good Has past the dangers of the Stygian Flood Left the Elizian Shades by strict commands To see once more how this poor Cuntrey stands But to our shame his grieved Soul doth find Lunatick Zeal with us hath been too kind And struck his Loving Fellow Subjects Blind He fears our Disobedience to a Prince Whom Heaven protected he can the World convince From Zealous rage and Traytors hands long since He sees fears that in-bread Wars are coming By Zealous Prayer created Preach'd by cunning Holy long-winded Fervent Pious men Who seem as innocent as the prety Wren But if well try'd we easily may sind They unto none but themselves are kind Envy all happiness but what 's their own Have humble out-sides inwardly o're-grown With Pride Ambition and Self-interest Longing with Crowns themselves for to invest For what is Monarchy to them that say They are all Monarchs that zealously can pray He sees foul threatnings and intestine Thunder The Plagues of eating Swords Domestick Plunder Foretels the Fathers striking of his Sons Who without mercy on the old Sire runs Sees the Sons base Revenge upon the Father Who never leave till all lie dead together Friend killing Friend a Brother fights a Brother And spares his own blood less than any other Awake awake I say awake betimes Before your Souls feed on such Hellish crimes Let your own reason clear your blinded eyes Let sad experience banish such Tragedies And as you older are still grow more wise Beware those Monsters that have taught your Zeals First to Dethrone your Prince whom God heals Then brings Destruction to your Publick Weals For doubtless such base Principles as these Cannot but must the Heavenly Power Displease Godfrey's fore griv'd-Ghost weeps Bloody Tears Seeing you drawn into Jealousies and Fears To act those things which murdering sorrow bears Is it so long since that you have forgot Can you so soon wash out that Royal Spot Of Sacred Innocent Blood bring back to mind Murd'ring the Sire then to the Son be kind And say again your Zeal had made you blind Let no Religious Cloak your Bodies cover And under That Both Prince and Country Smother To make your selves more hateful less good Then Lucifer and his Rebellious Brood But striving with this Difference in the thing They ' gain their Heavenly But you both ' gainst your Heaven Earthly King Nav e'n a King so good so sweet so great Makes all your joys and Happiness Compleat Them only are excepted that you see Fain would be Monarch's Kings as well as He. Let not your Loving Godfrey longer weep But let his weary Ghost retire to sleep Who never can have rest unless he find Your Souls more Loyal to your Prince more kind Endeavouring still to imitate those Quires That with their Harps and Hearts and Sacred Lyres Sing to their Heavenly King who can alone Set whom he pleases on an Earthly Throne Advice to the Painter's Adviser WE Dogs and Lions by their Voices know For by their Notes themselves all Creatures show Yet here 's a Thing I know not what to call He roars and Barks what 's Good he curses all No Monster that e're yet from Africk came But what would start at thy prodigious Fame Yet we thy Name nor Pedigree can tell Thou dar'st Blaspheme beyond the Mouths of Hell What shall I call thee Monster or base â—iend That canst daub Paper to so base an end Unmouth that Tongue maugre its double Pale Fit Instrument to tell the Devils Tale Which dar'd blaspheme that Sacred Majesty The voice of Angels joy'd to Deisie Foul Traitor to bespatter such a King With th' Aspish Poison of thy slandering Whose ev'ry Action if the Truth we scan Speaks as much God as his Foes find him Man A Prince so tender of his Subjects Good As would redeem the meanest with his Blood Heavens Joy Earths Pride when After-age shall tell His Worth and Parts 't will want a Parellel Let Greece and Rome their Heroes Punies call Our Charles the Great I 'm sure outdoes them all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy sharp Arrow bitter word 〈◊〉 more than Europ's many edged Sword â—â— Heavens look to 't he that attempts so high â—â— Vice-God Charles threats Gignatomachy So he that stabb'd fam'd MIllain's Duke of yore By Practice at his Picture did no more â—ut Oh! the Devil see the Serpent flies To his first course he doubles his Advice To a poor Painter to draw This and That And draws himself into the Lord knows what Even so those Brats of sin we blush to own We bring to others doors and lay them down But pox upon his Picture to be short The wary White could have no colour for 't Else Hell had paid the Wages of th' abuse His Quidlibet audiendi's no excuse Kings failings if they are any ought not lie An open Prospect for the Vulgar Eye He that drew Alexander's scarry Face Discreetly put his Finger on the place But where 's the Artist that can frame a Line To Shadow or Eclipse the Glorious Shrine Of Charles's Ray what Eagle-Eye can gaze On so much Sun or sully such a Blaze Illustrious i' th' Abstract whose each Glance Would strike Presumption out of Countenance Much less can any draw his Treasur'd Mind To every Noble Virtuous Mood inclin'd Vnblemish'd as the Saints the Sun less clear In that first Shine which Summer'd all the Year Our Painters well knew this who e're read o're A Face more puzling Art a mind much more Then Devil do thy worst with thy Advice Charles and his Court are 'bove thy Calumnies Powers and Dignities approach the Skies Like Ships the more the Waves do under rise But 't is not each Gods Fate alone else why Do Miscreants slight the Angels Ministry Ours is but little lower one remove Vicegerent to the King of Kings above The best are still the most malign'd with wrong Virtue 's no fence against a spiteful Tongue He is the Object of his Prophanation Tho' pure as new fall'n Snow free from offence As blameless Truth and white as Innocence His breath blasts those whose breath persuming Air Makes all save that as sweet as they are fair Unbitter'd bitterness it self of all Earth's Heavenly few the most Angelical But Vice be dam'd thou art like one of those Who giddi'd in a Ship at Sea suppose The Continent doth move as well as they All tread awry to those whose Feet are splay If tho our thoughts are free we must not think Ill of the King he that shall black his Ink And pale his Paper with words startles more Than Lord have mercy chalk'd upon the door To traduce Princes in the shapes of sin Wise Painters choose to draw the Devil in These are the marks o' th' Beasts who casts an eye On those as
ready for the Day Oâ— Batâ—el in our Monsters Quiver lay Such was his Natural Hue and Proper Arms But when he rang'd abroad by Magick Charms So chang'd a Shape to Vulgar Eyes he wore That whom they should Abhor they do Adore Of Pure Rebellion over his Head they put A Solemn Veil of the Geneva Cut. Thus all his Ghastly Countenance did shade And a False Saint of a True Divel made Next on his Shoulder dangl'd to his Knee A Cloak of Presbyterian Loyalty Thus safely covers Hell it self and draws The Peoples Admiration and Applause Curs'd be that Loyalty in Stile Submiss In Action Treasonable like Judas Kiss That does in humble Phrase their Soveraign woo He 'll graciously be pleas'd Himself t' undo Of all Prerogatives to strip the Crown And for His Safety 's sake His Power lay down To quit His Vseless Guards that so He may Gently become Theirs and the Peoples Prey If this is deny'd then the Great Guns must Rore Of Popish Plots and Arbitrary Power Then must his Friends his Wife and Brother fall A Heccatomb to Hypocritick Gall. What follows needs no Prophet to reveal A Late Experience does too sadly tell Carver it now thy boldest Stroak will ask To Trace this Monster in his Loyal Mask How first he Crept who now so high does Sore And Stole in at the Cranny of a Door Like a young Sinner checkt with Doubt and Fear Bashful and Tim'rous his Beginnings were But silent Awe did not restrain him long For soon the Speechless Elf â—ound out a Tongue A Tongue who to a mighty States-man's Ear With great Success our Monster did prefer A Tongue which now with Dives may recant In vain and Cooling Drops for ever want At first our States-man waver'd to and fro Fearful to hold him fast or let him go Under the Veil of Zeal and Loyal Cloak The Fiend beneath he easily did Smoak But judging that his outward Shape and Dress The Genius of our Nation would higly please At last he chose to entertain the Elf And let poor Naked Truth shift for it Self This he conceiv'd old Grudges would attone Make People King and Parliament his own This would Raise Money this would Armies Pay But these false hopes scarce liv'd a Winter's day For soon the Pamper'd Beast unruly grew And in the Face of his own Keeper flew And Breaking loose with his Departing Heels Gave him a Bruise which still the Patient feels Now did that other Monster Lying Fame Her Brother Saint the Nation round proclaim And every Weak and every Factious Breast down With this Infernal Spirit is possest Some with large Swallow take his Words all And the Romance as a Fifth Gospel own Others for want of â—aith with noise supply And this Diana greet with lowdest Cry All the High places of the Land is stor'd With Altars where this Moloch is ador'd In Church in Court in every Justice-seat All It with Incense and Prostration greet This Idol's Unclean Worship prostitutes The House of Prayer and Prayer it self pollutes The very Streets their impious Homage pay And with Burnt Offerings convert Night to Day 'T is not the Blood of Beasts that can asswage This All devouring Moloch's hungry Rage In his Infernal Rights there is allow'd No other Sprinkling but of Humane Blood Victims and Temples too must feel the Knife The Living Temples of the God of Life Nor Bodies only will his Rage suffice A Nation 's Souls are now his Sacrifice Thrice happy they who with clean Hands and Heart Act in his Tragedy the Victims part Who in White Robes follow their Chief the Lamb In all his Thorny paths of Death and Shame Who Dying feel no other Grief and Pain But for the Guilt of those by whom they 're slain Who march the safest and the shortest way To Blissful Canaan through this Purple Sea Next Carver thy Recording Steel must shew The Monster joyn'd with his Confederate Crew Scouring our Coasts and Ravaging our Land Whilst no opposing Power his Shock can stand As if the Nation were by angry Heaven To his Dire Rage in Execution given Thy Piece this general Slaughter may dispose By lessening Distance artfully to lose But in the Front of the main Work thy hand In solid Brass must make our Hero stand Stand gloriously in his Immortal Shrine Which neither Rust shall Eat nor Age shall Mine And shall out-live all but their Guilt and Hell By whose Conspiring Perjury first He fell Yet to be just Great Soul we must allow Thou all thy Glories to their Crimes must owe. Life 's to thy Parents for Illustrious Birth Which is but a Portion of Nobler Earth Art thou in Debt then to the Monsters Rage By which with Heavens Applause thou left'st the Stage Stafford's great Name in old Records did sleep And lay regardless among the Common Heap With Dust and Rubbish almost cover'd o'er Thy Setting Sun its Lustre does restore When ever fair Astraea shews her Face And Slow-pac'd Truth shall Factious Rage displace It will be said of thy old Norfolk Line Some with their Blood are stain'd and others shine Carver to Sacred Truth this work we vow Thy Chiâ—â—el must no flattering Touches know Nor Common Actions raise nor Vices skreen Shew him but where the Hero does begin And yet the failing of our Lives past Race Exalt the Power and Victory of Grace There trace him first where 't was his happy Fate To be thought worthy of the Monster 's hate The surest Mark of the Almighties Love Is when the Powers of Hell against Us move Shew him Accus'd Imprison'd and Oppress'd There was he first for Heaven's Militia prest Then was he Train'd and Disciplin'd for War A War in which the Slain the Conqueâ—oâ—s are Then did his Thoughts true Liberty posâ—ess His Body's Sâ—isure was his Souls Release Next lead him from the Prison to the Bar The Place of Combat and the Seaâ— of War Bring through all the Baâ—b'rous Noise and Shout Of an Insulting and Blood thirsty Rout Nearly allay'd in Manners Cause and Cry To that old Tribe that bellow'd Crucify But these harsh Sounds were Musick to his Ear Whose Christian Heart knew neither Guilt nor fear Now in the Circle of a Theater All England did Epitomiz'd appear Each in their several Ranks themselves diffuse The Peers to Try the Commons to Accuse Lawyers to Plead Witnesses to Swear People to gaze Ladies to see and hear But this Assembly shall hereafter know GOD and his Angels were Spectators too With awful Pomp here Justice seem'd enthron'd The Sword she bare the Ballance was post-pon'd Ah Carver had thy Steel the force to raise From Fates Eternal Book these Leaves of Brass This dismal Scene of Horrour we 'd expunge Which did in Guilt of Blood a Nation plunge For who false Oaths so easily believe Their Crime resemble those who stoln Goods receive And through such light Belief if Blood be spilt No Forms of Justice can wipe off the Guilt What Cause in this
Art of Perjury That none who are not skill'd in Villany Shall live thus will I fit this Isle for Hell And then adieu the World and Heaven farewel Thus I a Learned Doctor will commence And by the People be ador'd for Nonsence And with Sedition I their Souls will influence Devil Peace thou prophane wretch hold Villain hold For now with Heaven and Earth thou art too bold And I must tell thee another Winter old Thou shalt not be thy life and Soul are sold When flat on th' Altar Thou thy self didst lay Remember that thou gav'st thy Soul away To me and swor'st for ever thou 'dst be mine Mightst thou but compass thy Hellish Design To imbrue thy Hands in Innocent Blood And murder all who had the face of good Devils and Hell thou hast in this outdone By thy damn'd Perjury i th' face o th' Sun Hence then be gone to Hell away away For in this place thou shalt no longer stay Spoken by an old Acquaintance Why how now Doctor vanish'd fled and gone What none but Monsieur Devil and You alone Are all your Papists come to this damn'd end Thus to be hamper'd and ridden by a Fiend Unpitiedly blaspheme and groan thy last Belch forth thy unhallow'd Soul and blast Hell it self with thy unsanctified Breath And groveling i th' shades of Eternal Death I leave thee Ha ha ha ha poor Doctor Good Night little good Mr. Devil's Doctor Tyburn's Courteous Invitation to TITUS OATES the Salamanca Doctor OH name it once again will Titus come My dearest hopeful that long-wish'd for One For whom my Triple Arms extended were To hug with close Embraces many a year Haste haste my choicest Darling whom I love And thy long-promis'd kindness let me prove That Right Thou plead'st for which indeed 's thy due Though Others I 've deny'd I 'll grant it You The World shall find I willingly will bear And dance thy Carcase 'twixt the Earth and Air. In Hemp'n-string I 'll lull thee fast asleep And prevent all the Dangers of the Deep Oh how I love thee ' cause I 've heard thou 'st been So well acquainted with all kinds of Sin And with a false and strange Religious Guise Destroy'd the Innocent abus'd the Wise What crafty Lessons didst thou teach to men How to Rebell and told the time best when Urg'd to Exclude a Right and Lawful Heir Unthrone a King and swore away a Peer Thy Zeal through two-inch-Boards was plainly seen When Satan prompt thee to swear ' gainst the Queen Besides those many guiltless Souls that dy'd A Sacrifice to thy Luciferian Pride Yet yet beloved Titus my dear Son Reputed Saviour for thy Mercies shewn And well maist claim my Palace as thine own Thou 'lt find me kinder far than Courtiers I Will never turn thee out unril thou die And since White-hall has left thee I 'll provide That Lodging for Thee where old Noll was ty'd The REFORMATION ASATYR Tempora mutantur nos mutamur in illis HOW Roman-like did our Old Rebel Dye With His last breath profaning Majesty And braving Heav'n it self He w'd not stay Lest 't were a piece of cowardise to Pray And cannot all this Gallantry Engage Some Zealot spurr'd up to Poetick Rage But not a word there 's not one Ballad made Curtis I see will have but slender Trade For Rhymers now begin to Renegade I wonder'd not at Converts of the Cits Yet still I thought some Epidemick Wits Wou'd ne're have Grace enough for Proselytes But edifying Ketch does seldom fail And when All miss He 's certain to prevail Jack's a great Bug-bear for his very sight Did our bold Whiggish Oracles so fright That there 's not one of all the Canting Fry Can write a failing Brothers Elegy Nay lesser yet Their Club will not afford A Farewel Speech unless 't be for a Lord. The meaner Tyburn Saints have nought to say Besides their Pater Noster and Away A way they march to their true Friends below Cursing the blabbing H rd as they go But Shafts smiles to see 'em come so thick For He 's resolv'd to play another trick And have one Bout at Politick Old Nick For Stephen Vows they cannot live in Hell Except they make the little Dev'ls Rebel And after Vote it to a Common-weal 'T is pleasant Faith to see a Babe of Grace Masking Geneva Looks with Loyal Face Then gravely tell you that He never stood Too fierce a Stickler for the Brother-Hood And ne'er meant Mischief but for Publick gâ—od Thus Pious Wh deeply Read in Lives French Leagues Scotch Covenants and Narratives Though the next Oxford sitting He design'd T' Impeach Minc'd Pyes as Popishly inclin'd Has now made tender Conscience so comply He 'll allow Surplice Cross and Litany Nay any thing for th' Godly Reformade Seems so to hate the Salamankâ— Trade That now a Passive Lecture He 'll disgest As well as Meroz at Forbidden Feast Tho' Jeakel spoke with sacred Nonsence blest Next Bethel wisely turning with the Tide Thinks to shake off the once-Beloved-Side And doth the whole Design so much resent You 'd almost Swear He lov'd the Government Yet still He closely favours the Intrigue And quits the Sh from his Holy League Arn that early Martyr for the Cause So maul'd in Jack'napes Lane by Popish Claws Was pity'd till some Tell-tales understood That He like Priest of Baal in zealous mood First Scratch'd Himself and then did Murder cry And hang'd a Brace of Tories by the by No Engine kills like a Religious Lye But He and Stout Sir Tr that cou'd Vote For Freedom with as Popular a Note As any of the House begin to shrink Humbling themselves with Penitential Chink So W ms who the same brave Motto wore As Cataline and Cassius did before Doth now His Latine Poesie Paraphrase Will 's For the King If not against His Grace And Tr laying down that Great Command Will All His Taunton Forces now Disband And thus Forsooth whilst Loyalty's in Fashion W' are like to have a Hopeful Reformation But Subtile Roger bids Us have a Care 'T is dang'rous yet to Trust these Saints too far 'T is Ten to One if Jove's Great Mercy can Of Whig or Trimmer make an Honest Man Advice to His GRACE AWake vain man 't is time th' Abuse to see Awake and guard thy heedless Loyalty From all the Snares are laid for It and Thee No longer let that buisie juggling Crew Who to their own mis deeds entitle You Abuse Your Far Consider Sir the State Of our unhappy Isle disturb'd of late With causeless Jealousies ungrounded Fear Obstinate Faction and Seditious Care Gone quite distracted for Religion's sake And nothing their hot brains can cooler make So great 's the deprivation of their sence But the excluding of their lawful Prince A Prince in whose each Act is clearly shown That Heaven design'd him to adorn a Throne Which tho' He scorns by Treason to pursue He ne'er will quit if it become His due
their Frantick fits 'T is the best Expedient to reduce their Wits Son of a Slave is' t not enough to cheat Fools of their Money but you must defeat Them of their Souls Duties to their GOD and Prince Was this the Trade you 're bound to 10 years since Sell your Pole-davis pack up your false Ware And be content to cheat your Chap-men there You ne're were Prentice to a States-man sure Say some Great Knave to draw thee to this Lure Should stroke thee on the addle head and cry Come honest Tom Thou know'st better than I We 're like to have sad times you see Religion groans and bleeding Liberty The honest subject he must be disgrac'd And every sober Officer displac'd We can't keep Feast nor Fast for th' Nations good But all 's misconstru'd and misunderstood The Plot is vanish'd and the Duke appears Tom han't we cause for Jealousies and Fears Perhaps thou sigh'st then till thy Buttons Crack And as thy Soul was tort'ring on the Rack From the Vesuvus of thy smoaking Zeal Thou bellow'st forth this lamentable Peal Ah! My dear Lard Happy the Womb that bore ' An heart so Noble Israel can deplore ' In such sad Times as these when Woes us shroud ' That Moses will conduct us in a Cloud ' We are all grieved with Extremities ' And Pharaoh's deaf to all our Plaints and Cries 'Our Wills with Bridle and our Mouths with Bitt ' Are held by force our Sanhedrims shan't sit ' We can't stoop down to Baal Saints that have right 'To Judge the Earth are Ravish'd of their might 'Our Handsare Fetter'd and our Hearts complain ' That free-born Spirits should be thrall'd in Chain ' These and ten thousand grievances we have ' But you must save poor dying Souls from th' Grave ' Sweet Lord But Orpheus who should take the pain 'To bring Euridice from Hell again How drooping quoth my Lord hold up good Tom Of my Spirit of Sulphur take a Dram Though at a Slight or two wer'e almost gone He 's a poor Juggler that ha'nt more tricks than one I 'le call my familiar Presto appear He comes and whispers in my Ear. Courage Monsieur and do not be dismaid From Pluto's Councel-Board I 'le still bring aid Stand but your ground and doubt no overthrow Whilst there 's a Fury in the deep below Fig for the Globe and Scepter too to boot The Trades-man's Yard is longer by a Foot Be Impudent enough Affronts repeat Nothing so brave as th' Base to brow the Great A thousand ways a thousand Wiles we 'l try In Town must set the Stygian Company Whose Country Factors must retail their Wares From House to House as do the Scotchmen theirs Complain of Taxes in time of Wars In Peace of Trade and evil Councellors Invet'rate Letchers when their Lust departs To keep the Sports up they must use new Arts. We must the Crowns Prerogative impair The Negative voice in th' Commons declare To Counterfeit the COIN 't is Treason made But not the PRINCES Power to invade 'T is Orthodox the longest Day you live Your Rights t' Encroach and Rob th' Prerogative Slight all the Kings Alliances disgrace Foreign Embassadors in every place Say that Ben Hadu Otor's scarce half man'd Though wiser far than all our Knaves i' th' Land We are all Brethren and we now must plow With all our Heifers Might and Main must bow Every new Moon a new Parliament can't Re-mind the Folk that they 're the Government We shall have one at last I 'me sure and then We 'l make such Senators shall make us Men The Tide may turn States have their Ebb and Flow And we may catch them when the Water 's low Children must be provided for and Wars May hap Crowns themselves are not free from cares Then Money must be had our Silver Coin Shall buy good part of Pharaoh's Golden Mine We are all Tradesmen now and what we give 'T shall be but Bartring for Prerogative Fetch the Adressors up and scour the Coast Of all the Tories and abhorring Hoast Hang up the Judges and Grand-Juries clap Close in Goals that stood i' th' Royal Gap Dawn but that day quoth Tom and we will Sing A Headless Council and a Headless King Hold quoth my Lord too fast now you ramble Quoth Tom to keep pace wi' y' I must amble Bless me my Stars Can such as these men be The Bulwarks of our Church and Liberty Send them to the Morocco in Exchange For 's Estriches and Lyons they 're Beasts more strange The French 't is said Fees any one that 's rare Pray Cross the Waters and to Him repair If there be any Spirits that excell You in Sedition they must come from Hell We know the idol of your Charter's dear To you as Laban's Gods to Rachel were In her pollutions which she slily hid Because all search their Modesty forbid But your pollutions in your Charter Reign And hope it shall your wickedness maintain No Date of Time no Power on Earth can give Such Sanction as to make Corruption live But Master Ignoramus make right view And sure 't is not your Charter squints but You There 's no such thing as the Kings friends shall bleed And 's Mortal Enemies for Treason free'd You 're fine Fellows to Judge the twelve Tribes I fear By Magna Charta you will scarce sit there Cabbage twice boild's stark naught and th' discourse You know in Pulpit still the same is worse Consider Rabby You are wise and sage Rebels and Jubilees thrive but once an Age Alas you know it was but th' other Day With Drum and Trumpet Fool and Knave this Play Was Acted to our cost of Lives and Ore Pack up your Nawls we 'll be deceiv'd no more Grant some great Lord or two did chance to jar With Cedars well as Shruhs such Chances are But yet methinks the Twigs should grateful be To th' Root that gave them all their Bravery Malice ne're want's for Mischief and Revenge Is dearer much to Mortals than the Fringe Of Heav'n The Soul of Body and ' State And ev'ry Nerve's imploy'd to serve its Hate The cunning and the crafty must be bought The young and sportive they are easy caught The discontented they must be left alive With hopes of his ambitious Retrieve Sticks of all sorts and sizes it must get To make the Flame and to increase the heat And still Religion makes the Oven red Or else quite spoild's the Batch of Ginger-bread Then crawl the Insects forth their Kingdom 's come Still where the Carrion is those Creatures rome And buzzing up and down the Town they cry For Liberty and for Truth we 'll die To Hang for Rascals first I wish you 'd try Haâ—k Villains hark Your base Rebellious Lust And your â—oyalties have the self-same gust Your Goats Blood cannot itch so much to down With Both as we to prop the Church and Crown I saw your Spells the Votes 't was bravely done As with the
Sing your Praise And when the Fates have Seal'd your mighty Doom For Fate too well we see is sure to come May Heav'n a Nobler way supply our want And hop'd Success to all our Wishes grant Then when we loose our Queen we are sure to find our Saint The Description of the CORONATION MY Ravish'd Muse in such bright Mazes dance So Rapture-struck and all dissolv'd in Trance That I her Pensel but in vain provoke To shadow out the Visionary Stroak Since She like Angels that above are Blest Feels Extasies too high to be exprest Nor blame the Muse that would this Subject shun Poets and Limners should not meddle with Perfection All common stroaks their stinted Art may draw Whilst a Bright Vision keeps the Hand in aw And if th' Original they don't Transcend They only Libel what they would commend And who can add one little common Ray To the gay Splendor of this Happy Day A Day that no Hyperbole can Grace The only Paint that Beautifies a Poems Face Hail Happy Day A Day so long Renown'd For Holy George several Monarchs Crown'd Tho' now thy former Glories dis-appear As twinkling Stars when Day 's bright Gods draw near Yet greater Honours in their room are given From Earth's rag Calander thou art transcrib'd to that of Heav'n Long hast thou worn red Characters below But now the Gods will keep thee Holy too Tho' the Morn was spread with Rebel-show'rs of rain Yet Jove's kind hand soon forâ—'d them back again And now the Sun which long did Mourning wear Does in his Noblest Gayest Robes appear Whilst on Heav'ns brow no Cloudy frowns were seen But as the First-day Pleasant and Serene The gazing Gods throw those dark Skreens away That they this Sight the Clearer might Survey But if the Sun had layn a bed 'till now Without his aid we 'd seen the Glorious Show The Souls of Kings and Heroes Blest above With Choirs of shining Spirits hither move Mantled in Rays of Light ne'r seen 'till now On wings of Joy they hover to and fro Follow'd by Chariots so Divinely bright To which the Sun but Darkness is and Night Or had this fail'd we might the Prospect take From the great Splendor which the Court did make As when we would the Richest Jewels try We need but their own Light to know them by Hark! what soft Aires and Raptures fill the Skies Perform'd by Infinite Choires of Deities Whilst Mortals too their rural Musick mix And with their Concord the Charm'd Planets fix Now Guardian-Angels quit their worted Care And flie in Troops to Guild the London Air. Where Aeolus too in gentle Breezes hast Loaded with all the Odours of the East The Essence of each Fragrant Flower He brings And hovers o'er us with His Balmy Wings The Gods owe much to Bounteous Nature too From whose Rich Bosom several Treasures flow For had She Awkward been They had been set To the Expence of greater Wonders yet But hold where does my forward Pensel run To end the Day before 't is scarce begun Early I rose this Triumph to attend And saw the Royal Pair the Boat ascend Whose Sacred Presence such Devotion strike Poets themselves want Skill to feign the like By slow degrees on Silver Thames they road She as a Goddess He so like a God That I with Moses wisht an Interposing Cloud Objects so Bright should put on a Disguise Least the Adorers faint beneath the Rays In the same Sphere two mighty Suns behold Each of which does contain in a Heav'nly World And did the Persians see this Royal Pair They 'd slight their God and pay their Homage here He that has try'd to fix his daring Eyes On that vast Light which Guilds the Morning Skies Will find it yet more daz'ling to Survey This Pair of Suns this double Deity The rest o' th' Court I with more ease could view Yet they made more than Humane Figures too With Radiant Jewels being cover'd all o'er Half the Worlds Wealth with its Pride they bore Scarlet beneath the Massy-Lace was hid With Imag'ry o'er Splended Tissue spread Here the Fair Sexes Art and Patience see Emblem'd in ev'ry Rich Embroiderie Eight hideous Weeks which most should Work they strove Neglecting all the while their Health Love And the green Girls preparing for the Day Made themselves Pale to make their Lovers gay On Thames see numerous shining Vessels move Which dance like some transported Orphean Grove And like the Spheres their Artful measures take From the soft Musick their own motions make But when all did in one close Body meet They look'd like some new-built Elisian-street Or as if the highest Heav'n came down Fraughted Gems for his dear James's Crown An earnest of His brighter last Eternal one Blest Thames hadst thou a Tongue thy bliss to own My Muse had not then made her weakness known But since imperfect signs thy thoughts declare I dare intrude as thy Interpreter Hail Sacred Princes thrice she seems to say Whom Instinct makes ev'n senseless things obey Your Royal Barge on my soft Bosom made The happy'st wound that Water ever had Vnder whose weight may I for ever live But Oh that wish You cannot like forgive Long may You wear that Antient Potent Crown Which now Great Sir You 're going to put on And may Your Sacred Glorious Scepter stand For ever firm and easie in Your Hand Your Crown too Mighty Queen long may You wear And be as Happy as You 're Good and Fair And when You 'll late he pleas'd t' inrich the Skie May some kind Stars exhale me too on high Where if the Gods so please may I reside Your fix'd and everlasting Pyramyde In the mean while close by Your Pallace side I will with soft and constant numbers Glide The common Frowns which Nature bid me wear Shall at Your awful Presence disappear At that Command I 'll henceforth Ebb and Flow And will no Neptune Sir no Thetis Madam own but You. This Speech being finisht she resign'd her care To the now Honour'd Ground of Westminster Where lo the Earth is ready to unfold That Pomp the Sea too narrow was to hold But Cloaths of State o're all the ground being spread This doleful Speech the sighing Tellus made What have I done ye Gods that I must meet This curst Exclusion from my Sov'reigns Feet Must I sustain more than half Europe's weight Without the just return of viewing it But know whoever did these Coverings lay Did spoil the greatest Wonder of this day Flora does now in my wrong'd Bosom lie Furnisht with all her Summer Treasury Long since delighting on great CAESAR's Road In various Sweets to spread her self abroad Raising her Head she had been Proud to meet A Noble Râ—ia from Tour Royal Feet But slighted thus she 'd something more to say But louder Tryumphs bore the sound away Such num'rous Crouds both far and near were seen That streets seem'd Pav'd houses Tyl'd with Men Chequer'd with the Fair