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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80112	A Collection of poems on affairs of state; viz. ... / by A- M-l, Esq.; and other eminent wits. ; Most whereof never before printed.	Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Sprat, Thomas, 1635-1713.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.	1689 (1689)	Wing C5176A; ESTC R202112	18,960	36

our glorious Might Are doom'd with Worms and Rottenness to fight Whilst France rides Sovereign o're the British Main Our Merchants robb'd and brave Sea-men slain T' insure his Plot France must his Legions send Rome to restore and to enthrone his Friend Thus the rash Phaeton with Fury hurl'd And rapid Rage consumes the British World. Blast him O Heaven in his mad Career And let these Isles no more his Frenzy fear Curst whom all Mankind abhor False to thy self but to thy Friend much more To him who did thy promis'd Pardon hope Coleman And with pretended Transports kiss the Rope Ore-whelm'd with Grief and gasping out a Lie Deceiv'd and unprepar'd thou letst him die With equal Gratitude and Treachery BRITANNIA and RALEIGH By A. M. Brit. AH Raleigh when thou didst thy Breath resign To trembling James would I had quitted mine Cubs did'st thou call them Hadst thou seen this Brood Of Earls Dukes and Princes of the Blood No more of Scottish Race thou wouldst complain These would be Blessings in this spurious Reign Awake arise from thy long blest Repose Once more with me partake of Morlace Woes Ra. What mighty Pow'r hath forc'd me from my rest Oh mighty Queen why so untimely drest Brit. Favour'd by Night conceal'd in this Disguise Whilst the lewd Court in drunken Slumber lies I stole away and never will return Till England knows who did her City burn Till Cavaliers shall Favourites be deem'd And Loyal Sufferers by the Court esteem'd Till Liegh and Galloway shall Bribes reject Thus Osburn's Golden Cheat I shall detect Till Atheist L le shall leave this Land And Commons Votes shall Cut-Nose Guards disband Till Kate a happy Mother shall become Till Charles loves Parliaments and James hates Roome Ral. What fatal Crimes make you for ever fly Your once loved Court and Martyrs Progeny Brit. A Colony of French possess the Court Pimps Priests Buffoons in the Privy Chamber sport Such slimy Monsters ne'r approacht a Throne Since Pharaoh's Days nor so defil'd a Crown In sacred Ear Tyrannick Arts they croak Pervert his Mind and good Intentions choak Tell him of Golden Indies Fairy Lands Leviathan and absolute Commands Thus Fairy-like the King they steal away And in his room a Changling Lewis lay How oft have I him to himself restor'd In 's left the Scale in 's right hand plac'd the Sword Taught him their use what dangers would ensue To them who strive to separate these two The bloody Scotish Chronicle read o're Shew'd him how many Kings in purple gore Were hurl'd to Hell by cruel Tyrant Lore The other day fam'd Spencer I did bring In lofty Notes Tudor's blest Race to sing How Spain's proud Powers her Virgin Arms controul'd And Gold'n Days in peaceful Order roul'd How like ripe Fruit she dropt from off her Throne Full of grey Hairs good Deeds and great Renown As the Jessean Hero did appease Sauls stormy Rage and stopt his black Disease So the learn'd Bard with Artful Song supprest The swelling Passion of his canker'd Breast And in his Heart kind Influences shed Of Country Lore by Truth and Justice bred Then to perform the Cure so full begun To him I shew'd this glorious setting Sun. How by her Peoples Looks pursu'd from far So mounted on a bright Celestial Car Out-shining Virgo or the Julian Star. Whilst in Truths Mirrour this good Scene he spy'd Enter'd a Dame bedeckt with spotted Pride Fair Flower de Luce within an Azure Field Her left Hand bears the Ancient Gallick Shield By her usurp'd her Right a bloody Sword Inscrib'd Leviathan our Soveraign Lord Her towry Front a fiery Meteor bears An Exhalation bred of Blood and Tears Around her Jove's lewd rav'nous Curs complain Pale Death Lust Tortures fill her pompous Train She from the easie King Truth 's Mirrour took And on the Ground in spiteful Fall it broke Then frowning thus with proud Disdain she broke Are thred-bare Virtues Ornaments for Kings Such poor Pedantick Toys teach Underlings Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or by Sword Who e're grew great by keeping of his Word Virtue 's a faint Green-Sickness to brave Souls Dastards their Hearts their active Heat controuls The Rival God Monarchs of th' other World This mortal Poyson amongst Princes hold Fearing the mighty Projects of the great Shall drive them from their proud Coelestial Seat If not o're-aw'd This new-found holy Cheat Those pious Frauds too slight t' insnare the brave Are proper Acts of long-ear'd Rout t' inslave Bribe hungry Priests to deifie your Might To teach your Will 's your only Rule to Right And sound Damnation to all that dare deny 't Thus Heaven designs ' gainst Heaven you should turn And make them fear those powers you once did scorn When all the Gobling Interest of Mankind By Hirelings sold to you shall be resign'd And by Impostures God and man betray'd The Church and State you safely may invade So boundless Law in its full power shines Whil'st your starv'd power in Legal Fetters pines Shake off those Baby Bands from your strong Arms Henceforth be deaf to your old Witches Charms Tast the delicious Sweets of Sovereign power 'T is Royal Game whole Kingdoms to deflower Three spotless Virgins to your Bed I 'le bring A Sacrifice to you their God and King As these grow stale we 'l harras human kind Rack Nature till new pleasures you shall find Strong as your Reign and beauteous as your Mind When she had spoke a confus'd Murmour rose Of French Scotch Irish all my mortal Foes Some English too O shame disguis'd I spy'd Led all by the wise Son-in-Law of Hyde With Fury drunk like Baccanels they Roar Down wth that common Magna Charta Whore With joynt Consent on helpless Me they flew And from my Charles to a base Goal me drew My Reverend Age expos'd to Scorn and Shame To Prigs Bawds Whores was made the publick Game Frequent Addresses to my Charles I send And my sad State did to his Care commend But his fair Soul transform'd by that French Dame Had lost a sense of Honour Justice Fame Like a tame Spinster in 's Seraigl he sits Besieg'id by Whores Buffoons and Bastards Chits Lull'd in Security rowling in Lust Resigns his Crown to Angel Cromwel's Trust Her Creature O e the Revenue steals False F ch Knave Ang ery misguide the Seals Mack-James the Irish Biggots does adore His French and Teague commands on sea and shore The Scotch Scalado of our Court two Isles Fale L le with Adure all defiles Thus the States Right marr'd by this Hellish Court And no one left these Furies to cast out Ah Vindex come and purge the poison'd State Descend Descend e're the Cure's desperate Ral. Once more great Queen thy Darling strive to save Rescue him again from scandal and the Grave Present to 's Thoughts his long scorn'd Parliament The Basis of his Throne and Government In his deaf Ears sound his dead Fathers Name Perhaps that Spell may his ill Soul

reclaim Who knows 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 Jessean 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 P s Neils The Clevelands Osborns Berties Lau ails 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 Peoples 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 Jove's great Son th' infested Globe did free From noxious Monsters hell-bred Tyranny 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 yield 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 Kings Birth Day to set up a Thing That 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 Sc Id 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 Jack-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 P ' 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 I can ever get Of the Honourable G y of R Wit In Constancy and sincere Loyalty I 'le imitate the grateful Shaftsbury And that we may assume the Churches weal And all Disorder in Religion heal I will espouse Lord H '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 Buck 's Life shall be my Precedent That living Modal of good Covernment 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 W r 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