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A Collection of poems on affairs of state by A.M. and other eminent wits ...
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Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.
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what good Effects from thence may spring 'T is God-like Good to save a falling King. Brit. As easily learn'd Vertuoso's may With the Dogs Blood his gentle Kind Convey Into the Wolf and make him Guardian turn To the bleating Flock by him so lately torn If this Imperial Juice once taint his Blood 'T is by no potent Antidote withstood Tyrants like Leprous Kings for publick weal Should be immur'd lest the Contagion steal Over the whole Th' Elect of the Iessean Line To this firm Law their Scepter did resign To the serene Venetian State I 'le go From her sage Mouth fam'd Principles to know With her the Prudence of the Ancients read To teach my People in their Steps to tread By their great Pattern such a State I 'le frame Shall eternize a glorious lasting Name Till then my Raleigh teach our noble Youth To love Sobriety and holy Truth Watch and preside over their tender Age Lest Court Corruption should their Soul engage Tell them how Arts and Arms in thy young Days Employ'd our Youth not Taverns Stews and Plays Tell them the generous Scorn their rise does ow To Flattery Pimping and a Gawdy Shew Teach them to scorn the Corwells Pembrooks Nells The Clevelands Osborns Berties Laudtherdails Poppea Tegoline and Arteria's Name Who yield to these in Lewdness Lust and Fame Make 'em admire the Talbots Sidneys Veres Drake Cav'ndish Blake Men void of slavish Fears True Sons of Glory Pillars of the State On whose fam'd Deeds all Tongues and Writers wait When with bright Ardour their bright Souls do burn Back to my dearest Country I 'le return Tarquin's just Judge and Caesar's equal Peers With them I 'le bring to dry my People's Tears Publicola with healing Hands shall pour Balm in their Wounds and shall their Life restore Greek Arts and Roman Arms in her conjoyn'd Shall England raise relieve opprest Mankind As Iove's great Son th' infested Globe did free From noxious Monsters hell-bred Tyrannie So shall my England in a Holy War In Triumph bear slain Tyrants from afar Her true Crusado shall at last pull down The Turkish Crescent and the Persian Sun. Freed by my Labours Fortunate Blest Isle The Earth shall rest the Heaven shall on thee smile And this kind Secret for Reward shall give No Poysonous Serpent on the Earth shall live On the Statue at Stocks-Market AS Citizens that to their Conquerors yeild Do at their own Charge their own Citadel build So Sir Robert advanced the King's Statue a Token Of a Broker defeated and Lombard-street broken Some thought it a mighty and gracious Deed Obliging the City with a King on a Steed When with honour he might from his Word have gone back Who that waits for a Calm is absolv'd by a Wreck By all it appears from the first to the last To be as Revenge and as Malice forecast Upon the King's Birth Day to set up a Thing The shews him a Monkey more like than a King. When each one that passes finds fault with the Horse Yet all do assure that the King is much worse And some by the Likeness Sir Robert suspect That he did for the K his own Statue erect To see him so disguis'd the Herb-women chide Who upon their Panniers more decently ride And so loose are his feet that all men agree Sir William Peak sits more faster than he But a Market they say doth fit the King well Who oft Parliaments buys and Revenues doth sell And others to make the Similitude hold Say his Majesty himself is oft bought and sold. Surely this Statue is more dangerous far Than all the Dutch Pictures that caused the War And what the Exchequer for that took on trust May henceforth be confiscated for Reasons most just But Sir Robert to take the Scandal away Doth the fault upon the Artificer lay And alledges the thing is none of his own For he counterfeits only in Gold not in Stone But Sir Knight of the Vine how came't in your thought That when to the Scaffold your Liege you had brought With Canvas and Deals you ere since do him cloud As if you had meant it his Coffin and Shroud Hath Blood him away as his Crown he convey'd Or is he to Clayton's gone in Masquerade Or is he in his Cabal in his set Or have you to the Compter remov'd him for Debt Methinks for the Equipage of this vile Scene That to change him into a Iack-Pudding you mean Or else thus expose him to Popular Flout As tho' we had as good have a King of a Clout Or do you his Errors out of Modesty vail With three shatter'd Planks and the Rags of a Sail To expose how his Navy was shatter'd and torn The day that he was restored and born If the Judges and Parliament do not him enrich They will scarcely afford him a Rag to his Breech Sir Robert affirms they do him much wrong 'T is the Gravers Work to reform so long But alas he will never arrive at his End For 't is such a King no Chizzel can mend But with all his Faults pray give us our King As ever you hope December or Spring For though the whole World cannot shew such another We had better have him than his Pockisy'd Brother A Young Gentleman desirous to be a Minister of State thus pretends to qualifie himself TO make my self for this Employment fit I 'le learn as much as ever I can get Of the Honourable Grey of R Wit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'le imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches weal And all Disorders in Religion neal I will espouse Lord Hallifax's Zeal To pay Respect to Sacred Revelation To scorn th' affected Wit of Prophanation And rout Impiety out of the Nation To suppress Vice and Scandal to prevent Buckingham's Life shall be my Precedent That living Modal of good Government To dive into the depth of Statesmen's Craft To search the Secrets of the subtlest Heart And hide my own Designs with prudent Art To make each Man my Property become To frustrate all the Plots of France or Rome None can so well instruct as my Lord Moon For Moral Honesty in Deed and Word Lord Winchester Example will afford That and his Courage too are on Record To the King. GReat Charles who full of Mercy wouldst command In Peace and Pleasure this his Native Land At last take pity of this tottering Throne Shook by the Faults of others not thine own Let not thy Life and Crown together end Destroy'd by a false Brother and a Friend Observe the danger that appears so near That all your Subjects do each minute fear One drop of Poison or a Papist-Knife Ends all the Joy of England with thy Life Brothers 't is true by Nature should be kind But a too zealous and ambitious Mind Brib'd with a Crown on Earth and one above Harbours no Friendship Tenderness or Love See in all Ages what Examples are Of Monarchs murther'd by their impatient Heir