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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55271	A Poem upon occasion of the happy discovery of the late horrid plot against the life of His Most Sacred Majesty		1696 (1696)	Wing P2713; ESTC R28447	3,582	13

A POEM Upon Occasion of the Happy DISCOVERY OF THE Late Horrid Plot Against the Life of His most Sacred Majesty O Socii revocate animos moestumque timorem Mittite forsan haec olim meminisse juvabit Pygmalion scelere ante alios immanior omnes Virg. Aen. l. 1. LONDON Printed for A. Roper and E. Wilkinson at the Black Boy in Fleetstreet MDCXCVI TO My Lord DORSET AS when of old in the triumphant Times Of Poetry before the Plague of Rhimes Apollo's Sons the lov'd Maecenas-chose To Patronize the Labours of their Muse Nor were the greatest Wits his only Care The lower Orb had a becoming Share So in this Age where-e'er Parnassus stands Your Lordship all the Region commands Her eldest Sons with flowing Numbers crown'd Descend to Earth and compass you around Nor must You take it ill from younger Wings A stronger flight from Dorset's Favour springs Accept My Lord a Youthful humble Muse That labour what I can my Thoughts pursues My busie Mind with Loyalty possest Dislikes it close and hid within my breast Nor should the rest so much oblig'd to Write Forbear their Pens when Themes like this invite Others my Lord with Pegasean Force Are able to attain the labour'd Course My following Muse more humble in her Strains Attempts no Goal upon the crowded Plains Enough for me whilst others scoure the Place And swiftly measure out the bounded Space Not to be last in the contending Race A POEM ON THE DISCOVERY OF THE Late Horrid Plot. ONce more ye Sacred Nine my Breast inspire And kindly warm it with Poetick Fire No common Theme your Influence invokes No Battel urges nor Heroick Strokes Of Generous War perform'd in open Field Where Routed Foes do to the Victor yield A different Cause doth your joint Aids require My Voice engages and new-strings my Lyre Seven times had the bright Sun fulfill'd his Course In Zodiack Circle and had spread his Force Amongst the Signs whose Influences shew The Fated Course of all Events below A Space that had produc'd the greatest things Whether in War or Policy for Kings Amongst the rest Two only were Renown'd Both had their Turns and were with Laurel crown'd Not equal both in Justice of the War Nor could in Valour boast an equal Share The King of Gaul by wild Ambition fir'd New Homages and without Lands requir'd Which to obtain without Pretence of Right Is dangerous and would demand long Fight Ignoble therefore but at home Secure For safety doth Neglect of Fame endure Bold of Advice his Generals He Sends To undertake the Toils which He commends With equal Force the Battel they disdain But draw their numerous Armies on the Plain Mean while their subtle King 's creating Mould Gains over many a Foe with its seducing Gold Not so Fair Albion's King the Pride of War The Age's Hero and the Gaul's Despair The God like Prince sway'd by more generous Fates Fights for Himself and his Confederates With eager haste he crosses o'er the Main Each Year and for the Battel stays with Pain He flies where'er his Tents of Canvass roll And to each armed Troop imparts his Soul Then draws them out in well-dispos'd Array And very hardly from the Foe can stay Thus when two Sovereign Bees collect their Powers For theirs a perfect Emblem is to ours The Rival Kings their wing'd Battalions lead And each prepares his own with chearful Speed Draws all his Squadrons up in Rank and File And with Impatience waits the coming Broil The Signal giv'n to dreadful Work they fall Shouts Drums and Trumpets mix with Cannon-Ball Swords Spears and Battel-axes prove their Force And Death stalks up and down without Remorse Each minute is she seen a rapid Flood That overwhelms at once whole Ranks in Blood Fiercely she moves and with a horrid Sound Deals Ruine and Confusion all around The War grows hot and like a mighty Sea Sways this way now compell'd by the Decree Of the strong Tide to combat with the Wind Which now prevailing drives it back behind Alternately they seem to fall and rise Both tugging hard for the Victorious Prize So fares the War William undaunted stands And with fierce Looks dispences his Commands Then animates his Men and in their Sight Plunges amidst the Tumult of the Fight There needs no more his great Example made Such Havock nor was first his Fury laid Till the proud Foe champing his Teeth gave ground Whilst quick Retreat the hasty Trumpets sound Continual War had been the practis'd Art And William's Labours shone in every part Witness Hibernian Fields and rapid Flood Of Boyne o'erflowing with a Tide of Blood Of Human Blood whilst all its Banks were spread With Carcasses of the Promiscuous Dead Here the bold Monarch venturing too far A Bullet glancing did his Shoulder soar Nor did He leave Engaging on the Strand Till hasty Conquest had restor'd the Land As when two Clouds encounter in the Air And grappling with the horrid Shocks of War Burst out at last and down the Thunder falls With glittering Lightning quick as th' Optick Balls With such a Speed our Hero did advance And swiftly drove away the Force of France Nor stops he there whose Courage more than Pow'r Gains but a Crown that was his own before To Flanders next he makes with full-blown Sails And Neptune wafts him with auspicious Gales Supply'd with eager Aids his Force he leads No Danger shakes him nor no Chance impedes All Arts of War he doth with Honour know Neglects no time but studies all the Foe To each Ally convenient Succour sends And Universal Liberty defends Now had inconstant Luna chang'd her Face Above a score of times and borrow'd Grace And radiant Brightness from Apollo's Beams To chear the darksome Night with lucid Streams Since Ludovicus in his Court secure Heard much of Arms of Conquest now no more He heard how William had oppos'd his Force Stopt his Advances and disturb'd his Course How Namur's Walls invincible in Thought Were by his Arms to quick Subversion brought Whilst all his Troops embattel'd in Array Stood gazing on and calmly lost the Day Fortune he saw declining from his Side Still changeable and moving with the Tide He knew the Rule so proper to each State Not to proceed is a Regressive Fate He saw his People Poor and in Distress And daily found his Reputation less His Fleet divided and his Ships confin'd Within their several Ports no Gale of Wind Provok'd the lazy Sails but calm and mild Seem'd to have lost the Use of being fill'd All went amiss Ambition found no Hopes Of Universal Empire She saw an Adversary Prince arise Above a common Height Just Valiant Wise One whom old Bards Prophetically sung And rais'd his future Fame with bold Cumaean Tongue His many Laurels were pronounc'd of old His God-like Vertues and * One of his Ancestors wore the Imperial Crown Imperial Mould Truth Justice Mildness Wisdom are his Guides These form his Valour which in War decides The only Potent Prince that could withstand The Force of France and limit its Command His People generally lov'd his Sway And without Force consented to obey They knew his Vertues and his Princely Mind His native Disposition to be kind His dangerous Attempt to save their Laws His daily Fighting to defend their Cause Great Proofs of Kindness and Heroick Worth When Kings in Person lead their Armies forth The English are a free-born generous Race That love Dominion nor its Rules deface Or break when such within the Compass be Of their old constituted Liberty In War and Peace the soundest Maxims hold Wise in Advice in Execution bold In Valour far above their Neighbours fam'd And great Assertors of their Freedoms Nam'd All lawful Taxes without Murmur pay And every just decree of State obey A Kingly Government the Nation loves Their Monarchy all fear of Chains removes Prerogative and Liberty are mixt So equally and so securely fixt So nicely interwoven in one peice That neither justly can his Bounds increase O happy State of Albion that brings Such Benefits to People and to Kings All this Ambition knew and streight agreed To raise her drooping Hopes the King must bleed The single Remedy that could be found To prop her broken Fame and to regain her Ground Nor only so the Perspective had made A fairer Sight new Lands of Conquest laid Streight she imparts what she had found in view To all her Court who great Rejoycings shew And murmur their Applause to kill the Foe With utmost haste her Ministers she sent Prepar'd to excecute the dire Intent Revenge and Murder with their meagre Train Of Followers Pride Uproar and Disdain Madness Confusion and a horrid Crowd Of Native Plagues were to infest the Road Whilst the good King secure within his Coach Calm in his Thoughts and fearing no Reproach Thoughtless of Arms to labour his Defence The Good are safe in their own Innocence Was with a fierce unlimited Disdain Without Remorse to be attack'd and Slain Had not Almighty Providence maintain'd Its own best Cause and their wild Hands restrain'd Barbarous Men with what an open Guilt And daring they proceeded to have spilt Imperial Blood which we so dearly hold That every Drop is worth a Mine of Gold And justly too since there collected lies The Joy of Europe and its Miseries When once He fails spring from the weighty loss Great reason then has Europe to rejoyce And sing his Safety with exalted Voice Wond'rous Deliverance nor could it be Less than a Miracle for Liberty Almighty Power with influencing hand Was felt by some of the Conspiring Band. It s Efficacy grew till by degrees It form'd them wiser and unclos'd their Eyes They look upon their Act with horrid Sense And now betake themselves to Penitence Without Reluctance to the King they go And give him Caution of the Lurking Foe Declare the Stratagem of Murder loud The Combination of a numerous Crowd Engag'd by Subtle Ludovicus Art In order to effect th' Invading part Thus we had seen all Plagues of War increase And Desolation brought to Lands of Peace So the fam'd Powder-Plot whose black Intent Was to involve the King and Parliament At once in Ruins and o'erturn the State By bringing Popery to work its Fate By some Conspiring Hand tho' much conceal'd In Mystick Words was happily reveal'd FINIS