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Poems on His Majesties birth and restauration His Highness Prince Rupert's and His Grace the Duke of Albemarle's naval victories : the late great pestilence and fire of London / by Abraham Markland.
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Markland, Abraham, 1645-1728.
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POEMS ON His Majesties BIRTH and RESTAURATION His Highness Prince Rupert's And His Grace the Duke of Albemarles NAVAL VICTORIES The late Great PESTILENCE and FIRE of LONDON By ABRAHAM MARKLAND LONDON Printed by JAMES COTTEREL 1667. UPON THE ANNIVERSARY OF His Majesties BIRTH and RESTAURATION May 29. 1667. 1. HAve we forgot to pay this Month its due And is our Soveraign gone as soon as come Can his Return like Him be Banish'd too Such Kings as CHARLES are always coming home 2. O let Him be Returning all the Year And every Morn the Twenty ninth of May The Sun though old yet shines as fresh and clear As first he did on the Creation-day 3. Permit then Mighty CHARLES the Sacred Nine To sing Your Restauration and their own Let them their Bays about Your Temples twine And to Your Golden add a Laurel Crown 4. When Hercules was got three Nights in one Another Cerberus together grew But we so black a Night have undergone That brought more Monsters forth than e're he slew 5. Say British Souls how were ye grown so vile To give that monstrous Tyrant your esteem So those who dwell upon the Banks of Nile Ador'd the Crocodile that devour'd them 6. Thought ye him Valiant or believ'd him Wise No 't was the Throne that made him so appear A sordid vapor got into the Skies Is easily mistaken for a Star 7. Art thou that Tyrant to the Bar hast brought So pious just and merciful a Prince That didst Condemn Him because thou couldst not Because He guilty was of Innocence 8. A Prince as Good as ever thou wert Bad But Arrows always at the White are driven Thou didst not CHARLES but Piety behead Who cuts off Atlas head does pull down Heaven 9. Dull Fool thou dost but lift him to the Skies And He stands Taller too without a Head His value being lost the more we prize As people stretch out Longer when they 're Dead 10. Such innocent Blood might Damn and Save thee too Yet were we certain by the Moan we made That CHARLES in heav'n was happy for we know How high the Sun is risen by our Shade 11. But as when proud Typhaeus did denounce A bold defiance to the Godds above Threw Trees like Arrows and huge Rocks like Stones Himself a greater Thunderer than Jove 12. When tearing up an Oak Thus thus cry'd He From his high Seat I 'll tear the Tyrant too With his own Oak I 'll kill him and the Tree Which once was Sacred shall be Cursed now 13. The Godds like falling Starrs came rowling down With pride the Conqueror began to swell When straightway under Aetna he is thrown And stead of Heaven is possess'd of Hell 14. So fell our great Usurper in his pride When high exalted in the Royal Throne VVhich like the VVhirlwind on the day he dy'd Lifted him up only to hurl him down 15. To that eternal Aetna down he went VVhere laughing cry'd So so 't is wondrous well The murther'd Father unto Heav'n I sent The Son has Sea and Land and I have Hell 16. Then boast not Lucifer poor Rebel thou For by my self my mighty self I swear If thou but offer to resist me now I 'll Banish thee and be Protector here 17. VVhat though against thy Prince thou drew'st thy Sword For this poor Act was Hell confer'd on thee Though thou gave Battail to th' Almighty Lord Thou never could Depose thy King like Me. 18. Straight Lucifer descends his flaming Throne Resigns his place to One it more was due Thrice did he howl with such a dreadful groan Made all the Devils quake and himself too 19. Long had Great CHARLES been toss'd by Land and Seas Finds Scepters as inconstant as the Wind And doth himself with Contemplation please Beholds a Kingdom in his larger Mind 20. So e're the Chaos was at first begun The great Creator did its Image view The Monarch of the World sat all alone And was himself both King and Kingdom too 21. Yet to his Country CHARLES retain'd his love And though an Exile still in England was Thus in a constant round the Heavens move Yet ne'r Excentrick from their former place 22. CHARLES all this while preserv'd his Royal State And was as Great a King without a Crown He 's a true Prince can trample on his Fate And be a King too even when he 's none 23. So doth the mighty Parthian Monarch dwell And all the Pomp of other Courts deride Scorning a Palace he Preferrs a Cell And shews at once Humility and Pride 24. You little number of that Exil'd train And yet far more than all that never went That daily could behold our Soveraign How happy were you in your banishment 25. For his Attendants many more had gon But hop'd though absent they might serve him here A thousand Starrs attend upon the Sun Although his bright Retinue disappear 26. Then did ill Fortune that obscur'd our Prince Declare the virtues of His Royal youth As Sacred Oracles in Mystick sence At once both Cover and Reveal the Truth 27. Why brags the Spaniard he beholds the Sun In his own Empire both to Rise and Set So could the Cynick in his Wooden Throne And thought the Empire of his Tub as great 28. But CHARLES would rather in contenment sit Whilst above Crowns his soaring Thoughts do move Like to that part of Heav'n against our feet Which seems below the Earth but is above 29. To thrice ten years our Monarch did arrive The Godds beheld him with relenting Eyes And now kind Heav'n thought fit he should revive VVhen Alexander fell Great CHARLES did rise 30. Then did the Spring in gawdy pomp appear VVhich all the VVinter had in Exile been The Trees new Garlands round their Temples wear As joyful to be Crown'd with CHARLES agen 31. Those Choristers that heard the Thracian sing And o're his Head with joy and envy flew Now chirp their pretty welcomes to their King And are themselves the Birds and Orpheus too 32. The young Trees dance as nimbly as the VVind And aged Oaks with one foot in their Graves Come after slowly Limping on behind VVhilst their own Trunks become their native Staves 33. How would that Royal Tree which lent its aid To your conveyance from our English Shoar To save you once again your Barge be made And gladly turn each Branch into an Oar. 34. Lo in what glorious pomp the Sea-gods pass Into two Ranks on either hand they brake On their reflected Images they gaze And stand Admiring at the shew they Make. 35. Then let Tigranes boast in all his pride That Kings as Foot-men by his Coach have gon The Godds attend our CHARLES and on each side Like Lacquies by his watry Chariot run 36. Those lovely Nymphs that from the Thunderer flew And gentle Rivers and sweet Springs became Wish they from Springs could turn to Virgins now And in the Waters meet a hotter Flame 37. Hope 's the Venetian Duke to wed the
Working as I live The Belides I fear anon will claim it for their Sieve And yet Our Duke some for himself doth spare And with the Grave the Booty share How many Captives wait upon Him home As though He meant to bring The Dutch In also as He did the KING Yet though in such Triumphant State He come Unmov'd He sits neglects the pompous Shew And Triumphs o're his very Triumph too TO THE KING XVI BUt You Great Monarch still did keep Your Throne Nor turn'd Your Scepter to a Gun Nor to an Helmet chang'd Your Crown You knew the Belgians were not worth Your Arms and therefore sent Your Agents forth So Jove of old when He would make a Prey Of the poor silly Phrygian Boy Himself sate still upon His Throne And sent his Winged Standard-bearer down To Fight with Foes let Mighty CHARLES disdain Let Him but only Think and they are Slain Thus Pallas Goddess of War was begotten of JOVE's Brain Let other Kings go to the Warrs Thou may'st remain Great CHARLES at home and thence Destroy like Titan with Thine Influence As though Thy Sword like bright Orion's Sword were made of Starrs Ah Mighty CHARLES that Twice our King hast been Both at Thy Fathers Death and at Thy Coming in And may'st Thou long survive and may The Starrs showr Blessings on Thee every day Blessings as Numberless as They. Thou CHARLES hast Travail'd almost Europe o're And mayst Thou with Thy Victories too Travail it once more Let Thy Conquest know no bound But mayst Thou like Thy Starry Wain the Globe surround May all Thy Journies be as free Through Sea and Land as through the Air to Thee And may the Poles Thy two Herculean Pillars be And since the Dutch no more Great CHARLES esteem He shall destroy them with those Arms which once Preserved them So Phoebus darting Rays the Earth-born Python Shot And Slew him with the Beams by which he was begot On the Great PLAGUE 1665. His Majestie Retiring to Oxford I. ENgland so long enjoy'd her health and ease Our happiness grew Tedious as if We had been weary of our life Or Health it self were a Disease We now could bragge A King Return'd without a War or Plague Which seem'd to be Almost as Great a Miracle as He. How was our Prince amaz'd that day to see Such joyful throngs before Him run Like crouded Atomes sporting in the Sun The people were so healthful then Multiply'd so every where And in such mighty swarms appear That we almost began to fear a Plague of Living Men. Scarce a Sick body there was known Or in the Country or the Town Diseases all were fled as though Ev'n the Diseases had been Cured too 2. Nor was this all for we As well as health had Victorie Our forreign Foes we did o'recome And Slew as fast abroad as we Encreas'd at Home But now as on that wretched Town The morning-Sun shin'd bright Shedding his gentler beams and milder light Where hotter fires did rain e're noon So on our Kingdom after all Its happiness a Plague did fall By whose strange Burnings we enflamed are Almost as bad as they with fire and brimstone were Unto God's ears the crimes of England came Their Sins were Loud as was their Fame Now having vanquished a Naval foe They Launch into the Sea Above as though With Valiant Sins they 'd conquer Heaven too Heav'n did already see the Land forlorn And every Evening wept and every Morn At length our daring crimes were such Angels came flying down in armed trains Slew all they met and with as little pains Destroy'd and Conquer'd us as We the Dutch 3. Michael of old by the Almighty chose Captain of his Life-guard arose To heav'n's Artillery He streight retires Takes a bright Sword and Scabbard bright as That The Sword was made of Comets deadly fires As Killing as the Flames it should anon Create From heav'n the glorious VVarrior withdrew Carrying an heaven with him as he flew A Mantle of a Cloud he made Which in It self he first did VVash Thus was the mighty Conqueror array'd And girded with a Rain-bow for a Shash The Body he assum'd did show So bright and glorious as though His Body were an Angel too On a high Steeple He came down And there did sit and thus did moan If thou dear London to thy God wouldst go VVith humble knee and trembling hand How glorious how securely mightst thou stand Ah would'st thou like this senceless Tower grow VVhich doth its Firmness in its Trembling show If thou dear City to thy God wouldst rise And like this lofty Spire mount the Skies Like its Foundation thou must lie as Low How happy England mightst thou be Didst thou but Fear thy God as much as Other Nations Thee 4. Beloved Island I thy griefs do grieve Die over all thy deaths and feel the wounds I give Wouldst thou but seek to heav'n with holy Vows This sword that hangs o're Thee I 'd use In thy Revenge against thy forraign Foes London repent what shall my Flaming Sword Destroy the Paradise which it should Guard The Plague already doth begin to rage Yet would thy tears its fury soon asswage As in the Pharian Land although Never so much the Plague encrease Yet if Nile but overflow It instantly doth Cease In vain he spoke for wicked men Him and the present judgement both neglect A judgement like the Air it did Infect Which always hangs before our Eyes yet never can be Seen 5. London that stately Palace is A Desert grown When on the Israelites the Plague did seize It Found them in a wilderness Here it Makes one England was clear'd of Salvage beasts in vain They 're all return'd again The People prove the Tyger Wolf and Bear And mad distracted Men the wild Beasts are Our multitudes are grown From almost infinite to none Whilst we against our will do number those remain And fear another Plague again 6. The Birds do grieve to see us dye Though in our Death 's their safeties lye The Swan doth droop his head and hang his wing And will not now His own but our Death sing The mournful Sparrow grieves in 's chirping rime As sweet for us as Lesbia once for Him The Philomel begins her song Now Thanks her Brother's cruelty and wrong VVhich made her Sing the More by Cutting our her Tongue The greedy Crows could not forbear Devour'd the Corps and streight infected were And do within burn hotter far Than Sol himself to whom they Sacred are The wretched Bird grew so enflam'd as tâ—ough The Sun again were hid within a Crow Should the infernal Vulture leave her cell And gnaw the scorching bowels of the Dead He 'd surely think he fed Not on Prometheus Liver but on Hell The Eagle hates the Sun and dares not now Behold it lest it should infect Him too VVith untry'd eyes he chuses to remain And will not by his Death his Birth maintain 7. Into the Vallies are the Bodies