ATLAS UNDER OLYMPUS. An Heroick POEM.

By WILLIAM AUSTIN of Grays-Inn, Esq.

An melius per te Virtutum exempla petemus?
Ovid ad Liviam.
—Atlas
Axem humero tor quet stellis ardentibus aptum.
Virg. Aen. l. 6.
—Hunc ardens evexit ad aethera virtus.
Ibid
—Quod Numen in isto
Corpore sit dubito, sed corpore Numen in isto est.
Ovid Met. l. 3. fab. 8.

LONDON, Printed for the Author, 1664.

To his Sacred Majesty, CHARLES II. King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, &c.

Ab Jove surgat opus. Ovid Fast. l. 5.
Jupiter Ambrosiâ satur est & Nectare vivit.
Nos tamen exta Iovi, Thura, merum (que) damus,
Omnia cum tibi sint dono concessa Deorum:
Si quod habes non vis; ergo quid accipies?
Mart. Lib. II. Epig. 58.
—Tu mente labantem
Dirige me, dubium certo tu robore firma.
Lucan. l. 2.
[Page]
—VIctor (que) volentes
Per Populos dat Jura, viam (que) [...]ffectat Olympo.
Virg. Georg. l. 4. p. ult.
Non Caroli gratior ulla est
Quam sibi quae Monachi praescribit pagina nomen.
Virg. Ecl. 5.
Honestius est Principi [...] beneficium quàm trophaeorum mem [...]riam relinquere.
Stob. Ser. 46.

The Epistle Dedicatory.

ROYAL SIR,

HAving humbly invoked your Majesties most gracious inspirationa Nam (que) aliud quid sit quod jam implorare queamus, b who are as well thec Apollo of our Musoeum, as thed Jupiter of our State) to this expressive ad­miring your Restorers vast worth, I am obliged I presume (how small soever the tribute of Loy­alty be) with submissive boldness to tender it to you, whose influence it is by which my poor Muse subsists. In your happy Restauration, your Subjects love is not so much our wonder, as your Majesties Divine Virtue, who change the hellish hue of such Negroes in wickedness as we, and perswade us, after so long an habit of Rebellion, to our duty of Obedience. When that Plague had spread it self over the body of the whole Kingdom, was possessed of its very heart and vitals, we admire that an Arm, one single member of it, should be left untouch'd, and that speedily to administer an effectual Re­medy [Page] to an inveterate Disease of twenty years continuance: but we are confounded to think that the Remedy should be a Prescript of your bounteous Royal hand, since your Worship and Honour lay rejected here, like thea ruined Temple of Aesculapius in Carthage, who have ex­perienced your Subjects Insolence even to that height, asb (O nostri infamia secli!) to be ba­nished from them, like thec Physicians of old from the fanatick Romans, and (pro ne [...]andum scelus! O monstra hominum ex scelere & immani­tate concreta! to proscribe the remembrance of your Majesty as far as was possible from our ve­ry thoughts) whose return to repossess what the Usurpers matchless malice kept from You, they (horrendum dictu! a word of horror to think and write as well as speak) maded Treason to men­tion. Our Victor George without force of Arms conquers all our Dragons; but with the charm [Page] of Your Authority. They yeeld to Him in Obedience to You. He as thee Lacedemonian Apollo, is strengthened with four hands to fight victoriously for us: but two of these hands are those belong to your Most Sacred Person. His Voice, as Alectryons, scares away the Bats and Screech-Owls of our Night; yet no otherwise, but as he proclaims Your Coming, the approach of our Sun. Who can see a Loyal Orator plead for the Subjects Hearts to their true Lawful So­veraign, and not see withall their hearts (quite tired with the expensive, ridiculous, cursed and bloody Changes of a tedious Civil War, and tormented with the Remorse of their own most heinousf Impiety, the sole cause of it) were their Soveraigns wholy before he speaks a word? And who can see lost hearts restored to their Royal owner by the kindness and virtue of such an Orator, and not have so much gratitude as to give him his suffrage? None certainly can more d [...]s [...] our applausi [...]e breath, than he that [Page] opens our dumb mouths to speak. The least we can render Him, who raiseth us out of the dust with three Kingdoms out of their ruines, is our Publick Acknowledgement of so matchless an Obligation. And none so fit to hear the report of his merit (were theg Laus, as Seneca saith it should be umbra virtutis, could with equal proportion be the shadow of it, and an­swer its vast dimentions) as your Sacred Majesty, whose high goodness is the subject upon which his Virtue depends.

( Haec animum possint audita movere,

* Et mihi tu faveas) May my presumption in what I dedicate here, I humbly beg, be made pardonable upon this account,

h (Et tibi Rex [...]vo detur fort [...]ssime, nost [...]o,
Semper honorata sceptra tene [...]e manu.
i Ut servus maneat tibi fidus
Comprecor ad vitae tempora summa tuae.)

Your Majesties long happy Reign be ever bene­fited by this great Worthy's service. k —Laudata (que) Virtus Cr [...]scat. 17

Your Majesties most loyal and obedie [...]t Subject, Will. Austin.

To the Bright Mirror of Loyal Duty, the ad­mired Crown and Support of Royalty, the George of Honour, Peace, Strength, and Securi­ty to these three Kingdomes, The most Noble and most Illustrious George Duke of Albemarle, Earl of Torrington, Baron Monk of Potheridge, Baucamp and Teys, Captain General and Com­mander in chief of all his Majesties Forces in his Kingdoms of England, Scotland and Ire­land; Master of his Majesties Horse, Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, and one of his Majesties most honourable Privie Council.

—Titulis omnia plena vides.
Ovid. ad Liv.
Sit licet hic titulus plenis tibi fructibus ingens,
Ipsa tamen virtus ordine major erit.
Ovid. de Pont. L. 4. Eleg. 7.
—Periclis
Servati facimus meritosque novamus honores.
Tu tanti mensuram nominis imples.
Vir. Ae. L. 8.
Et geminas animi nobilitate genus.
Lib. 1. Eleg. 2.
Tu claris nomen virtutibus aequas,
Nec sinis ingenium nobilitate premi.
Lib. 2. El. 3.
—Vigili date praemia vestro,
Et pro tot gravibus curis quas anxius egit,
Hunc titu lum meritis pensandum reddite.
Ovid. Met. Lib. 3. f. 1.
[Page] MUnera vestra cano.
Virg. Georg. Lib. 1.
—Tuis hic omnia plena
Muneribus.
Virg. Georg. Lib. 2.
—Tu sceptra Jovemque
Concilias, tu das epulis accumbere Divum,
Virg. Aeneid. Lib. I.
Haec eadem est hodie, quae pignora, quaeque penates
Reddat, & emerito faciat nos Marte colonos.
Lucan. Lib. 7.
Nil Georgii non efficiunt manus;
Quas & benigno numine Jupiter,
Defendit, & curae sagaces,
Expediunt per acuta bella.
Hor. Lib. 4. Od. 4.
Ille notas veteres & longi ded [...]cus aevi
Sustulit: agnorunt signa recepta suos.
Ovid. Fast. Lib. 5.
—Quae digna tibi pro talibus ausis,
Praemia posse rear solvi? pulcherrima primum
Dii moresque dabunt vestri: tum caetera reddet
Carolus.
Virg. Aeneid. Lib. 9.
Da mihi, si quid ea est, hebitantem pectora Lethen,
Oblitus potero non tamen esse tui.
Idque sinas, oro, nec fastidita repell as
Verba, nec officio crimen inesse putes.
Et levis haec meritis referatur gratia tantis.
Sin minus, invito te quoque, gratus ero.
Ovid. de Pont. Lib. 4. Eleg. 1.
May it please your Grace,

IF it was the opinion of ana Heathen, Qui contemnunt laudem, ut interim per ignaviam nihil gerant laudabile, quum eximiam virtutem honesta fama comitetur ultro, ac generosis ani­mis amor laudum veluti stimulus ad praeclara faci­nora sit innatus, b A Fathers authority thus makes it authentick. Praecipuum est beneficium in rebus honestis laudari. Laus enim parit emulat [...]o­nem, aemulatio virtutem, virtus felicitatem, quae fi­nis est omnium quae desiderantur, & quo omnis viri boni motus refertur. Whatever then the duty of humility, or the temper of a well governed mind may be judged to be, I hope, the mention of your worth here, need not make me fear to in­cur your displeasure, or render me obnoxious [Page] to the disgust of others for presenting it to your person, as if we were onely (according as c some fancy) Hominis memoriae laudem dare non vitae. I may boldly and truly say (to answer what they affirm not to be done while he whose merits indebt us, survives) Nec laudantem adu­latio movere potest, nec laudatum tentare elatio. ( d) If humility be contemptus propriae excellentiae, yet,e nulla tanta humilitas, quae dulcedine glo­riae non tangatur. What if this modest and low esteem of ones own worthf Magna acta lauda­biliter celat, this obligeth not others to conceal them too; sinceg laus bonorum operum sit co­mes. Nay the greath Stagarite himself will [Page] witness for us, that,* Virtuti debetur laus. I praise not your,i Family, Palace or Possessions, no such things as these, which may be esteemed butk Garland-flowers without odor; but as l Agathocles his Earth among his golden Vessels, and your Virtues; that cross Fate hath power to divest you of with the Robes you wear ere you take your rest: But what ism propri­um hominis, animus & ratio in anima perfect [...]. What drops more naturally from the heart than ink from the pen that writes. That which hath the stamp of Divinity upon it. What is the Subject of Praise to those blessed Angels that wait upon you, and wil propagate the memory of you to all [Page] n Eternity. Thereforeo it having been the custom of the Lacedemonians before they went to war, to sacrifice to the Muses (Licet Musis nihil videtur cum Marte esse commercii) ut rebus fortiter gestis contingat honesta commemoratio, ut egregia gesta verbis celebrarentur a Musis, eloquen­tiae praesidibus petendis. Let liberty be granted us great Noble Sir, to sacrifice to the Muses too now our Warrs be done, in thankfulness to you our Victor Mars, whose prudent sweet conduct hath seemed to charm us to Peace with Musick, and to make you Apollo, the great president over them. Had I merit to be confident of your ac­cepting and liking this Incense I offer you, I might be excused for being ambitious of such favour from one, I am so highly to honour, and who hath been so loyal a* Bene­factor to my Soveraign. I shall remit my self to [Page] your Graces goodness, if you vouchsafe to cast your eye here, knowingp Non minus est re­gium parva libenter ac prompte accipere, quam ma­gna tribuere. And shall onely say, the utmost and sole end of this Muses Sacrifice (such as it is, seeming now, at l [...]ast as an abrupt q Echo to the perfect Encomii that have been every where already heard of you) is to pay in part my debt of gratitude I owe, as a sharer in the heart-obliging kind Services you have done these Kingdomes, and to offer up my votes for a continuance and encrease of allr Blessings [Page] and Honours to you, according to your just Merits and own just Desires,

AS, My Lord,
The most humble admirer of your Graces Virtues, The most affectionate and faith­full of your Servants, And the most truly zealous of your Votaries. W. A.

To the READER,

THere be two Arts, saith1 Cicero, that are of great power to advance a man to a most high state of Honour: The one▪ A good Com­mander; the other, A good*Oratour. This of necessity in time of Peace, the other in War. These two accomplishments we have most exquisitelya united in our great Worthy Duke: but so, that in our reconciliation to our native Soveraign, after so long Rebellion, the power and Energy of his Speech (sedating all our disturbances without any blood-shed or contrast) seemed to have the win­ning chief command. And now we are at quiet, 'tis the virtue of hisb Sword that seems most to secure us in the happie condition we are in. His Oratory seemed then to have no need of other arms.

[Page] 2 Ille regit dictis animos & pectora mulcet.
3 Quamvis durissima corda,

Eloquio pollens ad sua vota trahit.And his Armes now seem to have no need of his Oratorie.

4 [...]. In manibus enim finis belli.
5 Omnis in ferro est salus.

Yet as both then reality fortified one another, so do they now, by being as Virtues divinely conjoyned and so rarely inter­mixed in each other, that they cannot be distinguished or consist asunder 6 Nulla ducis virtus dulcior esse potest. Both these Arts we may see together in what Ma­crobius makes concur to the generation of True Valour, that is, saith he, a virtue, quae animum super pericli me­tum agit. Here is that spirit insouls, our Heroes Sword, and compriseth Magnanimitatem, Fiduciam, Securita­tem, Magnificentiam, Tolerantiam, Firmitatem. These are the nervous parts of his Eloquence, and the 7 Schoolman defining true Valour, mixeth it in both Arts together, and saith, It is Firmitas animi in susti­nendis & repellendis his in quibus maxime est difficile firmitatem habere propter bonum virtutis. Who clear­ly perceives not as well the Souldier as the Orator in this definition, may consider Agesilaus his answer to one who asked him, What was requisite to make an accomplished [Page] Commander8 Adversus hostes audacia, saith he, Et in oblata opportunitate ratio & consilium. Here are Cicero's, Hercules Pillars, the [...]uc usque licet of the most renowned Champion. Can any pretend to greater Rea­son and Counsel, to more Eloquence and Oratorie than he who perswades three bleeding Kingdoms, after twenty years of civil discord, to shake hands together, bespeaks them to peace without using other Power he hath sufficient to force them to it? And where shall we find worse enemies than our selves, or a greater courage than his who wins us? 9 Facilius, saith Eras [...]s, insculpes gemmis quae voles, si terebra ferveat. Ita magis movebit Orator, si non solum acriter dicat sed ferveat, & amet id quod laudat, oderit quod vituperat. Our Heroick Orator had little lesse to do in our Conversion from Rebellion than gemmis insculpere. We see in his brow and eyes thunder and lightening threaten that stubborn vice he would break us from, and the sphear again bespread with a smiling heart serenity to invite the approaches of Loyalty and Peace, to welcome: the return of our long wanted Sun. Amat id quod lauda [...], odit quod vituperat, sic movet Orator. Though the pitty of his heart detesting bloodshed, makes him desi­rous to spare all, and so crown Peace with a Crown of 10 Roses; yet rather than suffer all to be lost in pitty to some, rather than she should want her Crown, he hath thou­sands of armed hands ready after action in triumph to make it of Laurel.

[Page]His11 Sword attends him, while he woes the facti­ous members to Union, and maintaines the long disputed prerogative of the Head. All he acts and sayes bears au­thority from the candor of his Loyal Zeal. Terebra fer­vet, sic gemmis insculpit. Thus our Noble George is the speech and action of our Government, the hand and heart of our happiness.12 These are the two so powerful Ciceronian Arts advance that Worthy is the13 Honour of our Nation, are the Wings that carry his divine Soul to an height of virtue we adore. Our good Orator per­swades us, and our good Commander rules us with such efficacy of speech and such incontroleable authority, that the Muse who sings not his stupendious worth, must needs be senseless.14 Si dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori. 15 Si coelum Musa beat. 16 Si virtus sine carminum ope Oblivione deletur. 17 Si thus Diis, laus vero bonis viris tribuenda est, Our18 du­ty then dictates to us our Generals Encomium, which duty in magnifying this Subject, we know to be19 such [Page] as neither modesty nor ignorance can make apologie for si­lence. When our Clio sees all our discord reduced into har­mony, who will not expect her applausive voice to the Skilful kind Composer? Be our obligation to our Gene­ral never so great, the ingratitude of not acknowledging it, will make it much greater. It can be no wonder to observe the sick heart upon recovery transported with joy, that lan­guished like ours before, so desperately and so long under the paines of sorrow. There is none of us all, I presume, whose dear Fortunes, Lives and Priviledges at stake and hazard before, are by our Dukes free goodness secured to us now, but (since he enjoyes from him so great a purchase for a song, paying him only thanks) could wish (for the sutableness of Verse for the purpose, and the most fit ten­der of his Grace-cup from a Muses hand) that he had in his assistance the joyned hands of the whole Maeonian so­ciety, and would gladly drink up the Helicon if he were able to enlarg [...] his heart for the cordial sense of that happi­ness by which he lives.

If my20 Reader 21 cannot fancy to gather a Posie here under the Pindus we behold, in our22 low shadie vale,23 Pindarum quisquis studet aemulari, 24 Laurea donandus Appollonaii. If he be such and [Page] so qualified, there is nothing at all in these few leaves (that while he looks they should advance, findes but 25 Magna modis tenuare parvis) which can or is de­sired to delight him more than the invitation he hath to endeavour his best to make our Dukes fame rival his soul. This ambition will be excusable here from the example set us by that great Monarch26 Cyrus, who never desired others to engage themselves in any exercise with him, but such as he knew were better practised in it than himself. His end and aim you will easily conjecture was both their profit and his own; not to displease them, while he sought pleasure from them, to allow them the prize and satisfie both others and himself with the Delight and Benefit of their Vertue.

For this twofold satisfaction to you, Delight and Bene­fit, what could not be afforded you from my own fancy, I have endeavoured to supply, by swelling the Margent with the allusions of some Authors, and those chiefly of the Poets, which for being long since known, say, they lie dor­mant and unregarded in this Age of Novelties, where they shew nothing new, yet as some fashion▪ reviving after a long time laid aside, you per adventure may welcome, now they appear again. If not, for the small pains there can be lost, you will fully satisfie me (who most devoted to their authori­ty am so tender of their honour) if you allow them (what [Page] many Ages hath been their glory) power and abili­ty to inrich you with this double interest. Et pro­desse solent, &c.

Descende coelo, & dic age tibia
Regina longum Calliope melos.
Seu voce nunc mavis acuta,!
Seu fidibus citharave Phaebi.
Hor. Lib. 3. Ode. 4.

Atlas under Olympus.

HOwa shall Man speak thy Power, how write thy Praise,
Whose Godlike b gifts are crowns and peaceful dayes?
While our weak eye deludes our tweaker sense,
That's rectifi'd by thy Intelligence.
Thy Person, & the Place of thy abode,
Speaks thee no more than man, thy Actionsc good.
The more we think on thee, the more abus'd
Our senses are, the more our thoughts confus'd.
[Page 26] How could'st thou when thed Waters had orespread
This Isle,e couch them in their own proper bed?
How couldst thou make a Paradise appear
Where Leviathan had before his sphear?
How make thatf Sun and Moon shine t'us, whose light
Gives us Day now, and over-rules our Night? beast
How couldst thou make eachg disagreeing Quietly h repose in each others breast?
[Page 27] How couldst thou ragingi Discord over-awe,
And calmly make it yeeld to Natures Law?
When Egyptiank shades with num'rous host
Did sorely plague us, and o'respread our coast;
When thel unconstant Floods ruling did keep
All th'm Elements together in one heap;
When all thingsn jar'd & were at mortal strife,
And we, as dead, lay without sense and life;
[Page 28] Then to make Light, t' inspire us, to renew
Old England, you then show what you can doe.
When Beauty had no Form, and Form no Sire,
Nor Waters felt the quickning force of Fire;
That confus'd Mass was by th' Almighties Word
Chang'd; And ouro Chaos by thy sheathed Sword,
Nothing oppos'd him. Your commanding Call
Wrought likewise here subjection upon all.
Your Sword hanging its head down, seem'd to lowre,
And droop'd to find yourp Word of greater pow'r.
His fancy must from all offence be free,
Ascribes thy Maker's Image untoq Thee.
When th' old Serpent had poison'd us with lies,
And made our hearts yield to our trat'rous eyes;
When curses thick had for our stubborn vice,
Spread thorns and bryars ore our Paradise;
[Page 29] Whenr Rebellion Charons bo [...]t did take,
To drown our Souls in the Infernal Lake;
To pay our Debts then, to redress ours Woes,
And make us friends with Heav'n, you interpose.
He cannot but must bet divine, does prove
A Gospel of Truth, Loyalty and Love,
Suffers for others,u speaks their cures, and is
Mortalities Wonder, Delight and Bliss,
As when He came the Worlds great Ransome paid
Just such a Peace it had then, you here made.
[Page 30] His Fancy must from all offence be free,
Ascribes the Image of thy God to thee.
Herods and Pilats witness will be good,
To prove Redemptions bond was draw with blood.
Ourx Freedom from you we receive, as though
Mars, with age weakned, could not strike a blow;
As if by Wars long exercise, our spight
Were blunted, and its firesy extinguish't quite.
Who made the Earth, was greater by't in shew,
This Orb you've made, appears to lessen you.
[Page 31] We are confus'd at this strange Act from Thee,
Serve your Time out, then set your Master free.
Yo' express your Might and Worth to rule the Land,
And then quit both your Self and your Com­mand.
What shall we say? By making of us free,
You have inthral'd us to an Extasie.
When we have Words, our lingring thoughts delay
Ina admiration, andb won't let us say.
Give us, Great Charles, free libert yt' admire.
This Diamond basis of thy Starry Spire.
Diamonds cannot rate his value down,
Whose head's not fitted with a triple Crown.
[Page 32]The glory of ten Earths is all too vain,
To guerdon him gives this his Soveraign.
As you are greatned by his yeelding pow'rs:
So'sc he too by submitting unto yours.
d Humility braying this Noble's worth,
What Odours doth the bruised spice e send forth?
His fall's his rise, while the kind courted Earth,
Gives his force like Antaeus's new birth.
He, as the shot from great Artilery,
The lower let down, the higher scales the skie.
[Page 33] Humility makes his great Fame and Worth,
The Widows Oyle t' increase by pouring forth.
Humility in Rebels broils that is
Magnanmous, and lowly falls in peace.
a A Torrent thus in Winter that does flow
[...] Trees and Mounts, in Summer runsb below,
The higherc Sol climbes in the Zodiack,
The more in his swift motion grows s [...]ack.
The higher led by Fortune Great George gets,
The more is noble Soul to Charles remits.
But for our Allegiance we should deem
All Earthly Titles too profane for him.
But for your sake alone, whose breath and raies
M [...]ke the kinde Aire and Sun that spread his baies.
[Page 34] d Caesar and Alexander, e both these were
To [...] weak for Atlas's to bear his Sphere. (lamps, 2
Where shall we make the worlds bright shining 1
The renown'd Heros meet but in their camps?
Yet they're but glow-wormes here. Eachf General
Sees his enfeebled self and Standardgfall
Their Chariot steedsh Terrour conjoyn'd with Fear,
Bellons slasht along in full career.
To type the Warriersi Wolves and Vultures stood
About their Altars swum with humanek blood.
The Furies set the aime to their commands,
While they Olympus clime with Harpies h [...]nds.
[Page 35] With flattering glosse of good but shows them high 2
The fairest colour paints their dignity,1
l Amphions musick Policy tunes here,
Andm Charms obedien [...]e from each listning eare.
"Resist who [...]an by any Martial skill,
"Valour or strength of a [...]mes that wants a will.
"Where three Realms with their whole associate
"Only oppose as they refuse to fight.
Monck conquers not to gaine but give. His strife (Might,
T [...]n [...]s not to spoile or kill, butn force to life.
Y [...]u'd as his Lo [...]d from him thus Worlds receive,
Were all they had or wisht for his to give.
They were enslav'd to their own wishes. He
Subjects his wishes, while himself is free.
"Who hunger needs must be in want. Who seek,
"New wanted blood and spirits, must be weak.
T us we see them, while each great heart aspires
To power it had not, poor by their defires.
[Page 36] His streame runs to the spring, and pays its store
To the great Ocean that makes it more.
" An Empire is but as ao cloud to him,
" p Bestows the Scepter and the Diadem.
Prince of his Soule, the soul of Princelyq might,
Joves heart, the guide ofr peace and life of right,
Here's Zeales Church, Loyalty the Service saith,
Heaven blesseth, and our Charles the blessing hath.
Here Piety with all the Graces, seems
To sing in Chorus to the Angels Hymnes.
Charity with her children all in plate
Feast, and in rich attire sit all in state.
s Electra that so long from hence was fled,
Made Mithras spheare as Saturns look like lead
She return'd now, th'orbe's quicken'd and ensoul'd,
And all his dayes road pav'd with bu [...]nisht gold.
[Page 37] Iris before in Melancholy shrouds,
Vail'd in th'obscure attire of tatter'd Clouds,
In ev'ry sort of colour'd bravery,
Paints now gay scenes oft triumph in the skye.
She wept in showers before, now can't refraine
To bow't attend with smiles true Honours traine.
" u Honour for Robes wears but a Fustian sute,
" When Power Supreame must judge and Execute.
" Him [...]elfx degrades when makes with his own hands
" Blood his purple, and does his own commands.
" As oury false Jove from the true power revolts,
" And Cyclops-like makes his own Thunderbolts.
" As Mars with toile, pain and wounds made a God,
" And sits inshron'd within an Heaven of blood.
" Then only sits on Cushions and in state,
" When his meer breath gives th' only force to Fate.
" Whose crone's stain'd with his friends blood, does defame
" The richest virtue can advance his name.
[Page 38]" Honour and Vertue then are fitly seen
" When no opposing forces hand between.
Thus Lightning to the very so [...]le doth glance,
And from the Body finds no hinderance.
Thus the Sun sweetly opes the womb of th'z Earth,
To give the Infant-Spring its flow'ry Birth.
And thusth' Almightie with remorse and fears,
Martels flints, and makes stony hearts flow te [...]rs.
And thus George a moves the people, and does still
Theirb Factious rage by wayes invisible.
He Israel forth the Desert brings, when they
In twenty years time seem but h [...]lf their way,
Withdraw's Nights sable Veil obscures our days,
And cheers our eyes with Sols longc hidden raies.
Blest Hero of mysterious Desert,
Deny a Crown your hand, and give't your heart?
Homage to that you shun [...] Fly Soveraigntie,
Yet follow it upon your bended knee [...]
[Page 39] When you had still'd thec tempest with your
And lull'd each billow in each others arms;
Could not the sen [...]e of your own merits, keep charms
Ambition in you to command the ship?
When you'd exorcis'd Devils out of men,
Could not you suffer themt' adore you then
Those that to peace through such greatd bro [...]ls you'd led,
Would not you then permit to make you Head [...]
[Page 40]Could not th' Estates of such were forc't to f [...]e,
h Banisht for what was call'd Malignancie?
The Riches of those great and noble Poor,
Might sequeste [...]d come begging to your door;
Dowries escheated by new Martial Lawes,
Of such whose husbands stood not for the Cause;
The rights confi [...]cated of those whose Sites
Would not add fewel to thei Publick fires?
Could none of these, nor the rule ore the Maine,
Nor yet all th' Indian Ships tempt thee to gain?
Could not th'Exchequer, all the banks of F [...]te,
Politek slights to drain money from the State?
Could not that Silver-coyne whose Vertue moves
All humane hearts, and ciments fast their loves?
[Page 41]Could not illustriousl Gold such wonder breeds,
As the full noon-sight of Sols glorious Steeds;
Nor all them wealth three Kingdoms can disburse,
Move thee t'adore the Idol of the purse?
Could not th' applausive breath did so contest
To lift thee up higher then all the rest?
Delight of having thy Worth be in story
The sole Artificer of thine own glory?
Pleasure of being esteem'd that regent Light
n Opens and shuts to others day and night?
Couldo no magnificent or pompous thing
Fix on thy will the Title of ap King;
But what thyq Conscience wisely dictates to thee,
Must be thy law and onely serve to wooe thee?
[Page 42]But that what was decree'd above, you must
Resolve to execute andq right the just?
But that what ere oppos'd or tempted thee,
Mustr spur the faster to thys first decree?
Bright Seraphim of Love, each humane sense
Is ravisht with thyt super- excellence.
Love, whose pure flames have so divine a Birth,
T'have nourishment from ought's ally'd to Earth.
Such love where goodness sweetly is imprest,
And whose free kindness makes all th'interest.
[Page 43] Excellence, where no higher worth can be,
But what's the sole justu right of Soveraignty.
S [...]ch excellence where loyal duty reigns,
Aud captive Nature's kept in Golden chai [...].
Look from thy height and see how all things show,
At this great distance from thee here below.
See how this sordid Earth under thy tread;
Towers as our hearts false Heaven above our head.
See how strangely that patch transforms our nature,
Till 't hideous seem and frightful in each feature.
See how that crowd of atomes blinds our sight,
That all thyx glorys beames scarce lend us light.
How like Night or some gloomy Cloud, that lies
Between their splendid lustre and our eyes.
How here like Mermidons w'appear, while they
Heighten that Sun spreads out our brightest day.
This high stupendious charge you have alone,
To give a greater power then you own.
[Page 44]Thyy priviledge had ever man before,
That mayest thy hearts Image make and adore?
With miracle you spread out Glorys wings,
To raie z such beams give glory unto Kings,
Solely to have a power to thee given,
T'anoint on Earth one in the place of Heaven.
Those inspir'd with unknowna new lights of grace,
Even to take the Lords Annointed's place:
Who howsoever large and wide thrones spread,
Rounding them all to model their own head,
New form'd, new nam'd them, made great Moun­taines plain,
And all but th' own heights level as their brain.
Who while they acted what was just and meete,
Were power'd to set Justice under theirb feet.
Fully commanded her and with their word,
Made her give them the measure of her sword.
Who'd right to wrong like those great Princes rove
I'th'air, defying all the powers above.
[Page 45]Such Boanerges were our ages wonder,
Whose Swords stampt Laws theird fire mouths voic't with thunder.
Such great Salmonei would like Joves appear,
And speak us terrour from their Brazen sphear.
Such thee Gods- overawingf Titans, strove
To win the prize of Heaven and conquerg Jove.
Could none of these sublime undaunted Spirits,
Invite thee to th' example of their merits?
Blaze like them, and when you'd have lifes blaze out,
Command ash Othe your own sword to do't?
Or as the Brazen head with your own breath,
And the Times in your mouth encounteri Death?
[Page 46]Worship'd you not theirk honour, cause Virtue
Had with her Temple here lost all her due?
Was't your pittie to see our Hectors slain,
And in their friends to torturel dragg'd again?
T [...] Amalthaeas plenty all pour'd out,
And made the daily surfeit of the rout?
To see the Devil steal our hearts with lies,
And saym Truth's mouth gives out his Oracles?
Our floating Isle like the Tirrhenus stone,
S [...]e broken sink under Rebellion?
To see* Mordorus and Epirus turn
Godsn Camps and Pallaces into their Urne?
E [...]ch precious thing was sacred and divine,
Plunder with rage and cast as Pearle to swine?
See Piety bestuck with wounds all'ore,
And languishing lye weltring in her gore:
[Page 47]Like him so left by Theeves and dying lay,
While no Samaritan must pass the way?
To see Truth lie likep Lazarus diseas'd,
Andr torn by Dogs by whom she should bin eas'd?
To sees England surrounded by the Sea,
Liet bleeding inu each vein like Seneca?
See Statesmen would as Neroxvirtuous seem,
In their hearts and acts bloody y bee as him:
And to their native Country prove no other,
Then did that Monster-Tyrant to his Mother?
To see our Soveraignes fires buried lye
Under th'Ashes, ere he be like to dye?
[Page 48]To see our Realms life, dayes light,z Phoebus run
So long about the Earth without the Sun?
See, while the Rusticks in the Vineyard rant,
Thea Royal b Heir inc Exile and in Want?
Suchd thoughts as these made thee breath thick with fears
And with thy Beams ray down a shower ofe tears.
[Page 49]Breath thick with flames of love that from within
Thy breast, break and consume our World of Sin.
Made thy heart sink into each bended knee,
And vow t'advance Heaven and hisf Majestie,
To force all yield to thyg Comman [...]ing word,
Conquer thyh self and theni lay down thy Sword.
It was your greater courage thus to faint,
And quit your Conqu'rous name to triumph Saint.
As George before they only stiled you
Their Champion but they'lk Canonize you now.
[Page 50]You safe within need now fear none without you,
Beingl protected by your George about you.
Your Noble Virtue while your Sword hangs by,
Makes your foes mouthsm Canon your Victory.
The pleasure wounds of this their awed hearts feel,
n Turn them to youro Magnetick touch as fe [...]
Wounds others Swords have made us110 long endure,
Yours as the Weapon-salve untoucht can cure.
The while we have bin lost and did assay,
To conquer our selves that mistaken way,
If thou in stead hadst conquer'd us, and wee
Been thus long Souldiers Disciplin'd by thee;
By this, you, being th'Ark-Angel of the Hoast,
Would have made England the Triumphant Coast.
[Page 51]Angels with us had sojourned, to see
Heroick Acts above their Hierarchie
The Golden age had been but Dross to ours.
A Secon [...] Charles and George with Thrones and Powers.
Ran [...] ack the treasure of all Earthly pelf,
For Gemms can counte [...] [...] Charles and thy self.
You carry worth, if Edon had but two,
To prove our Eden's made byr Charles and you.
Who can Hyperbolize come here and be
Witss Hercules for Monk's Hyperbole.
If with words to set Worth forth, we may do't
By any thing that is inferiour to't;
If what Nature makes th'object of our love,
May value what so far transcends above;
If ought we know may be allow'd to stand
A Cypher, to advance our Figure hand;
What on the powers of our Sense and Eye
Stamps no Idea but of Mistery,
Run o're Virtues-rosary; and rehea [...]se
Each precious thing unites the Universe.
[Page 52]Whatere's on Earth that can of value be,
You'l find belongs to this rich Treasurie.
Unite such Puissant Forces that they all
R [...]ndesvouze here under their Generall.
They'll serve as distance in Picture, to shew
The most admired we've here to view.
t Monks worth can silence Oracles, then break
Speech from the Dumb, and make a Pibble speak.
Monk's Vices Antidote, Rue to all evil,
Herbe Grace of Paradise and Cen. to Devill.
You, virtuous Sir, ouru Agnus Castus be
To our strange Phrensie and long Lethargie.
O [...]r [...], canst hate diverse
From all without thy very touches force.
Onr Frumas115Capsicum. The evil you
Perfectly rid from King and Subjects too.
Youry Serpillum's steep'd in no Vineger,
But with Rose-water ill effects the Cure.
From you we have our Millsz Epithymum,
Our States Poisons Alexipharmacum.
[Page 53]When Sol tramounts, and Vesta then presumes
T' infect the Aire witha sick and noysome fumes,
b Hespcris then more freely does dispense
Her sweets, and you your Vertues Frankin cense.
When our Earth's hid in Night, then you display
Your brighter Beams asc Nyctilampada.
d Balt [...]'s quickning power who now retrives,
See from yours here a Spring of Humane lives.
The vertue youre Elaphoboscon brings,
Secu [...]es us from perfidious Serpents stings.
Ourf barren Figtrees andg Haliphlaei,
You make fruit hearts as Anacardti.
[Page 54]The Subjects love you from Rebellion
As Honey draw from the Melanes stone.
You are our true Memphites, as you please,
Can give the Patient remedy and ease.
Our Red-seas Margarite transcends all price,
And shows the Counter-hue to bloody vice.
Makes peace and innocence appear, th [...] pr [...]d
White pleasing colours for Wars frightful red,
Exterminates guilt with such pu [...]i [...]ie,
As turns a Crimson to a Christal Sea.
You are our dear choice amulete of State,
Expels all poisonous and bewitching Fate.
Furiesh Androdamas Each Mithrax you
Before our Phoebus make to change his hue.
Ai Teuthis make as a Melagoflie
Out of civil broils waves and court the skie.
k Labri pleas'd with their Tail and Rump, canst bring
T' affect asl Strombi do their Head and King.
[Page 55]You'r them Soul to the Body Politick:
In health and vigour when that's deadly sick.
Can in dead colours to the life present;
[...] n Orphens on an ill-tun'd instrument.
[...] no [...] on the humours of the State;
The body's joyn'd to you not you to that.
The Powers and Spirits cherish it, are known
To be peculiar to you and your own.
In y [...]u are heaven'd a 1000 forms. Each there
Enjoyes the bl [...]sse of an Eternal Spheare.
Bedysoyou turne to spirits, and sublime,
The cordial good or peace from bloody crime
Abstract from such rank poison, what does prove
The quintessence of loyalty and love.
Insensibly you change the Rebell-creature,
Transforme it into your own proper nature.
From divers acts and accidents that fall,
You sacred power and civine Vertue call;
As the morn shedding bright beams every where,
Unite your self here to the publick aire.
[Page 56]When that with noise divided is and tost,
You'rp whole; and pure, when that's corr [...]p [...]ed most▪
You from above your light derive and show,
As the Sun his though't he [...]e be s [...]en below.
The only end of th' happy soul is yours,
To be unighted to the highest powers.
Yours itsq perfection too. Your self cast down,
When merit calls you to a tripple Crown.
Those sense conveighing nerves that spreading go
To all our Organs, center'd are in you.
You as thatr Common power what you retain,
Transmit to th'nighest Regio [...] of the brain.
From you our vi [...]al spirits we require,
To make our Pulses beat, our Lungs re [...]pire.
Our sinews in your bridle, we turn, stand,
Retire, go, as you strain or ease your hand.
[Page 57]You'r th'Origen that makes our Spirits move,
And all our Passions too emerge from love.
You'r policies Metaphisicks, whose soul
Effects your will and acts without controul.
Your knowledge while it sits in Counsel for
The common good, your will as Emperour,
The Scepter swayes and overs passions reignes;
A num'rous Realme made up of Soveraignes.
Thy Heaven's no t place withu golden gates have bars
Of pearl, Jasper walls and floor pav'd with Stars.
But in thy m [...]nds state, such a blest abode,
As gives thee nearx communion with thy God.
[Page 58]Who thinks on what you've done, thinks your great y m [...]nd
Could never to a Body be confin'd.
Sees you above in compleat notions tower,
Andz pass thea height of the Souls motive power.
Your intellective vertue, hath its sight
Bounded by nothing but what's infinite.
This Principle in you is wing'd to fly
Above all Matter, Figure, Quantity.
T'act ev'ry where at once: for ev'ry space
Provides as Governour of time and place.
Your soul fills every man, as if it were
The Sun that lends his light to ev'ry Star.
[Page 59]You seem to act without the bodies senses,
As though General of Intelligences.
Though you do nothing here but by your place,
Your soul yet acts by its own power and grace.
That Divine part, though't here in prison be,
Can all are round it set atb libertie.
The Senses are your under-Officers,
While Vertues make thec bloodless conquest theirs.
You prove thatd conjoynd Fountain or that flood,
That does maintain each mixed solid good.
[Page 60]Hence do we fear our States felicity,
Thy worths issuee bears date of life with thee.
The beams of all our loves, in thee do passe
To f one sole point; as in a Burning-glasse.
Thoug gath'rest all our streams of Loyaltie
And pou'rst them out into the RoyalhSea.
All our devotions in this Act become,
One sacrifice and solemn Hecatombe.
[Page 61] 'Tisi you act what we couldk but wish t' have done,
Andl pay three Kingdomsm debts your self alone:
First you perswade our hearts what's fit to do,
Then our joynd strengths for force depend on you.
To you, who did our cruel Draco slay,
To you now doe belong the [...]ythia
The Monster n you destroy. Cleostratus
And the free'd people mean Great? harles and us.
Unarmed-like Lysimachus you come
T' untongue and make our Discords Lion dumbe.
Our Euthymus, whose free victorious might
Readily vindicates distressed right.
Noble Fabricius whose faith does unfold
Indies of wealth, while it contemnt itso Gold.
[Page 62] You our Proculeius do us all maintain,
Advancing your gifts far above yourp gain.
Marullus makes, taking off Caesars Crown,
Th' Antipodes and foile to your Renown.
The Statue seems made so with wonder such
Your power is, Caesar's quickned by your touch.
Thine must beq Royal blood, since' [...]runs amaine
To the Kings heart, and spirits ev'ry veine.
You'r Neptune to Apollo. Both imploy
Your joyn'd hands to rebuild our ruin'd Troy.
Our Fires and Waters Mesapes, while you
Scape them unhurt, nay do them both subdue.
Thatr Phaebus, may over the Ocean run,
You are the Ship that do imbarke the Sun.
[Page 63] Th'* abstract of Nobility, to disperse,
Duty and triumph through the Universe.
Thy bliss thou hast in thine own heart and brain,
And art that Worthy rides in Charles's waine.
Thrice bless'd now all our wishes and our hope;
s Jove's Scepter's fixt with you Joves eye a top.
Considering all the Deities are blest
Within the great Pantheon of thy breast;
Were we to thee a Sacrifice to pay,
We needs must call it Throxenia.
Thy Victor worth no rival Hector knowes,
Who doest orecome as well thyt Friends as Foes.
Submitting to them gett'st the victorie,
And when thou yieldest, makestu all yield to thee.
[Page 64] Dost peanance for a world that so you save,
And by preserving life conqur'st the Grave.
By making peace, thou dost the Earth subdue,
And by averting judgments, win'st Heaven too.
We knew long since whox rules the Sea y & Wind.
Who's power or'e him too now in thee we find.
Your Maker and yourz King you win: thus can
Be Champion George a both overb God and Man▪
The Print showes us th' Author, th'aime the Gun,
The Speech the Person, and the Raies the Sun.
[Page 65] One never saw your face must needs adore,
Heroick worth he never heard before.
Let others build the Temple. Thou alone
To bless it, can'st instal the Salomon.
3 No gift like thine ere came from Mortals hand,
All others must obey, and thine command.
Strange donative we do and must adore,
Did ere thus Subject give a1 King before?
The bodies parts are all rul'd by thy brain,
All sheaves mustd bow to2 thine as Soveraign.
Shew they the best they can, they truly be
But Widdows mites: thine is the Treasurie.
Such charity you give, that with it you
Purchase bliss for your self, and others too.
[Page 66]Though he you gave was ours: since 'twas your might
That purchas'd our before1 despair'd of right,
Your gifts the greater t'us, and from him we
In Paeans take new souls of Jubile.
"Who 'as power to keep, yet freely gives a prize,
"To those that claime it, loves his enemies.
"Thus Enemies made Friends are fast in bands,
"Tied in their2 hearts despight with their own hands.
"Crosses, hurts, losses lay fair fortunes ground,
"Are steps that mount her to her highest round.
Who sees not after Winter how th' Earth's glad,
And highly prides in what before shee had.
Love meets our rights, where while it joyes it's fill,
Past fears and dangers spread it farther still.
Three Realms embrace Thee with one single heart,
While God, Great Charles and Thee fill up each part.
[Page 67] A gift twice given us, first from above,
Then here, should b'entertain'd with double love
Heaven gives us Title to a King, then we
Must our possession 1 of him have from Thee.
Our wants to thy affection added, summe
Thy duty till it courtese become.
By paying what thou ought'st to pay, thou' [...]t sure
T'oblige2 to thee thy greatest Creditour.
But while we think on thee, and wonder thus:
Cross Fate had prov'd far more miraculous.
Was ever Champion George with Sword and Shield,
And th' Enemy the Master of the Field?
Was ever Monck General, and not then,
God in the very Front of all his men?
Twas George and Monck that gave our freedom birth,
By3 Name intitled both to4 Heaven and Earth.
[Page 68] G. Monck, yes, We oft speak what ere we've given
As love pawns; so1 repeat this2 gage of Heaven.
Our Prayers rang'd Heavens Champion azure plaine:
Found there and hither thence call'd George againe.
Englands George here's return'd. Who doubts of this,
Believe him here by Metempsychosis.
If he with the Triumphant host be there,
He's seated in the highest Order here.
He's here as there at Rest, but here does more,
Makes rest and3 quiet where was none before.
He makes Heaven here, and without launce or hand,
Angel-like 4 wins by virtues sole command.
[Page 69] Wee'l now boast loud of this prerogative,
To have our Saint Protectour still alive.
T' have our Alpheus did so long remain
Hid to the world, rise and appear again.
To have our Soul from our cold dismal urne,
As that to Aristaeus did, return.
What Stratagem, what politick devise
Need any fear, that are protected twice,
By Heavens virtue, Earths power?1 That Enemie
Provokes such arms, must do't with pride to die.
Cite all the Nations in the world, to show
Their2 Garaian Angel with them as we do.
O never for an other Kingdom leave us,
Since all we are and do enjoy you give us.
For whom you've made a New World to dispense
Your ever loves3 protecting providence.
[Page 70] Ne're leave us till our growing Palme dispands,
Above the d [...]ring reach of humane hands.
Until thou'st madea hony and milk to cream,
On ev'ry golden brook and silver stream.
If we must here want you then, all Earths bless
Mounts us t' you in a flaming Sacrifice.
But what must you be less, because we know
'Tis th' height of your ambition to be low?
Must your humility and meanest grace,
Only, while th' others wait on her, take place?
Thus must you rule and make us all obey,
When you have given your chief power away?
Shall we from whom we have our sole relief, (chief?
From1 such long wars and broils, not make him
[Page 71] Shall your will then draw our obedience forth, (chief
When't usurpes on the glory of your worth?
Shall we because you'l have it so to be,
Pinion your deserts while your desires flee?
Well, be't so. Thus in person though you are
Subject, you're Soveraign in your love and care.
We'l not submit t' you 1 then, and so express
Our wills like yours, and love you ne're the less.
Where you with love and will submit, we must:
Or else deny your Divine genius just.
If we agree to make our loyal crew,
And follow Charls, we all are led by you.
Else most ingrate we should your worth repress,
And so making you greater, make you less.
We will proclaime thy worth a Royal thing,
That's thus effluxed to you from a King.
[Page 72] Our1 Charles's goodness and his dignity,
Are those great Idols we adore in2 thee.
Thus a bright day w'admire, and when w'have done,
We center all its splendor in the Sun.,
"Princes are Mountains, whose springs and hights show,
"In those clear brooks they make to run below.
How could thy Eagle Soul so lowly prove,
But that there was a Majesty above?
How couldst thou quit thy clouded Atlas-Tower,
But3 awed from thence by supream August power?
His Majesty must be4 Divine, who can
Lower the highest state, and heart of man.
[Page 73] Make him forgoe what ere worth may require,
And by his condiscending make him higher.
When he did us by worth and birth first owne,
Could1 Heaven then give us to thy2 worth alone?
You that do diadems compose, it were
A strange unfightly mode to wear them here.
Your virtues to Celestial orbes aspire; (the higher.
And Crowns here3 from you make your Throne 4
If your merits make any be at strife,
It may suffice, you'r Crown'd a Saint in life.
As Monk and Saint to th'5 holy warre you go,
And gaine Jerusalem without a blow.
[Page 74] This act's so absolutely1 perfect, we
May tearm all Hereticks but Cathari.
Thy Sun such spotless splendor does display,
The clearest eye spies noa Phaenomena.
Here flowers of History are only sweet,
As they thy path spread, and embace thy feet.
Heroick Acts in Chronicles, may hence
See all their Science prove but accidence.
Thy2 lower Region they move in, and crowd
Under thy Triumphs Chariot as a cloud.
The Greek Champion whose presence in the field,
Suffic'd to make all Troys huge Army yield.
Whob leavs his Name, as Honours legasy,
To th' highest Peers in Mars's cavalry.
[Page 75] What Poet is there can his virtue sing,
Whoa whom he slays1 sells basely to the King?
Thou giv'st him Men, all such who while they stand
Before him, act and live by his command.
That Greek after all his fam'd feats, must hear
Deaths summons from his fatalb Conquerour.
They whom thou savest, safely do immure
Thy2 person. Thus thou'rt inc his arms3
Miltiades his foes were Persians. These (secure.
Yield to his Greeks not to Miltiades.
Yours weeds or Cadmus 4 teeth, spring in the field
They fight: yet all to your sole person yield.
[Page 76] Timoleon chas'd our Dyonisius,
From Chiliads of such thou'st deliver'd us.
Epaminondas daughters while they joyn
To tell his Victories, thou'st men for thine.
VVhile in the head of all his Forces he
VVith sweat and blood toils for the Victorie.
We see you with as much ease Cities get,
As those Timotheus caught in his Net.
Men swim as Fish to you, languish and faint
As they yield t' you, and thus seem men in paint.
You do give your Darius a Cities, yet
Neither your self nor others smart for it;
Can policy devise a better slight,
To conquer so that Death get nothing by' [...]?
He sure deserves an everlasting Wreath,
Who uncrowns Victory and1 conquers Death.
[Page 77] Let Xerxes ride in his vast Armies Front,
Drie Rivers up, and fetter th' Helle spont;
Then for his men with tears refil the Stream,
Thine ever live in thee, and thou in them.
What if by Hercules Aepalius be
Restor'd again to his lost dignitie?
A little finger of thy1 Colosses,
May serve to shadow o're all Hercules.
Hillus his Son enjoying what he gave,
His Great Sires virtue vilely did enslave.
"Merits praise sinks to th' earth; when it must stand
"By the assistance of anothers hand.
"The value of the Subjects dutie's lost,
"When't must be purchas'd with a Kingdoms cost.
[Page 78] Where'sa Joves so great Suns splendor, when' [...] must
Under earths thick black Clouds of interest? (rest
What kind of bountie's that, which what it gives
With the right hand, back with the left receives?
Here hisb blamsphemous Rites are due t'him more,
Then when he did an Ox at once devour.
Thou didst not hold Apollo'scTripus, he
Cannot have from him but by Victorie.
Enter great Pompie on the Stage to stand,
Like PigmydPluto in fair Peaces hand.
[Page 79] Ere he restoresa Tigranes to his own,
With Armed Force he pulls him from his Throne.
With deep wounds first tortures his Royal heart,
Then seeks his cure withb Machaonian Art;
And while his Glories brightest Beams ray forth,
The publick vain applause poiseth his worth.
When h'has enthron'd the King, his courteous Grace
Must stately hand Him to thec highest place.
In Charles's Conquest George rides first, and h [...]
Is the chief Captive fames his Victorie.
Charles is untoucht by aught, but what does prove
The pleasure anguish of the Wounds of Love.
[Page 80] George 1 peaceably wins, and gives all, which done,
Yields 2 the Glory of the day to the Sun.
The Ages Praise his Wisdom, but compares
To th'3 Excremental Fire drops from the Stars.
To the Clouds exhal'd Vapours flashing Fire,
Does in the moment of its Birth expire.
Th' Elementary Fire like that does here,
Extend but to such bodies that are near.
Monks fame like Fire that is dispenst to all
Bodies remote, must be Celestial.
Th'4 Achilles of the Romans, that Captain,
Who to their Honour gave both Heart and Brain;
[Page 81]His Battels in a Nutshel might confine,
[...]dmiring this strange1 bloodless one of thine.
[...]hou canst make rotten Members sound, and yet
Not maim the body, or cut aught from it.
When raging frensie hath confus'd the Brain,
[...]ith thy sole touch, canst set it right again.
2 Fright thy foes down, and all distempers cure,
[...]hile none loose3 blood or any pain endure.
[...]ide all his Crowns on him: for thy renown,
[...] King while thou'rt in Tryumph bears thy4Crown.
[Page 82] 1 That day we2 dedicate to thee's begun
And height'd with all the Glories in the Sun.
Our great Apollo when we Celebrate,
The3 Tryumph of our Joy from Thee bears date,
When with hearts jubile we cry There's he,
We cant but must reflect our eyes on Thee.
His rayes that make the day, to us are sent
Through thy kind air who mak'st our Firmament.
When we speak him return'd, of thee we say,
And there's the4 providence guides him the way.
[Page 83]To give thee time, we can none sit esteem,
But just that day is sacred unto Him.
And should a Gem doth matchless worth display,
B'expos'd t'admire but in the brightest day?
Should Joves Bird doubles with his two sun'd sight
Noon day, appear but in the clearest light?
Should peace twixt man and man, twixt Heaven & us
Have less than Royal Pomp t'attend it thus?
The Kings and Kingdoms Treasure needs must be
One Subject with him of Solemnity.
"What makes and shows the dignity of Kings,
"Extol'd with them, their greater glory brings.
"Our Phaebus then in his best lustre seems,
"When we behold him with his hightning beams.
VVhen we our1 votes to our great Victor pay,
Should we at any but th' head-altar pray?
He's now as well our Conduit as our Spring;
You've virtues place, 'twixt Dignity and King.
You are the gold conveighance carry on
The Royal Christal Streams from power to Throne.
[Page 84]VVhile his Crown's on his head, who's present there,
Sees you with yours, & thinks your Crown youra spear.
You being his George and Honour, who'l him view,
Must needs, as you're so near him, gaze on you.
If he's our King, your'r1 King to him in heart,
VVhose left side with thee there2 breaths thy de­sert.
Since you have given him the right hand, who
Can he expect the left now from but you?
You best know, best can his high merits tell,
And keep our eyes fixt on your Miracle.
Your person 'tis must be your3 Princes aid,
And4 sustain this fair Fabrick, here you've made.
We'll bless you all the while, and as one knee
Falls to him, th'other5 bows and stands for thee.
[Page 85]Our hearts are smother'd in our joyes, as though
The great effect of happiness were woe.
Thy goodness flows so high, that we who shou'd
Live by't, are almost delug'd in the flood.
Our hearts like1 Snow are melted as they meet
Thy noon beams, and run down to wash thy feet.
Our blood's all2 feavour'd, let it out or we
Keep it for Charles, and his commands from thee.
All feavour'd, yes, and when our grief's well scan'd,
We find it comes from our Physitians hand.
Physitians. Thus we live, for our wounds be
Made by thy steel, leavs healing simpathy.
You give us strength,3 keep us we cannot fall;
As well our spirits, as Estates General.
[Page 86]While the faira Hours to Heaven do swiftly flie,
They turn their heads and all1 look back on thee.
Thy2 Exploits serve as presidents to men,
And thy life only fits ab Jeroms Pen.
None but an Hesiod deserves to be
Recorder of your Genealogie.
Thy3 History, Great George, will keep alive,
Like Dictys's, and in the grave4 Survive.
[Page 87]What wants voice for thy fame, will cryt' express
Fame not confin'd towords or sillables.
Thus1 boundless in its self, up and down fly
The splendid Orb of thy2 immensity.
Well may'st thou witha Agesilaus deny,
Art should delineate thy Phisnomy.
For 'tis thy Nature, Person and3 Desert,
Can only tell us truly who thou art.
The more we with Ideas frame out these,
The more we're puzled like Simonides.
Phidias and Pyrgoteles may try,
Who Idols made so many Cubits high,
[Page 88]If they can find room for thy Statue here,
Being limited to this streight Hemisphere.
Where's one who for a rude design now can,
Carve Athos out into the shape of man?
Who footes thee on earth, must advance thy Head
T [...]ll it prop Heaven, and stand in1 Atlas stead.
B [...] Memnons Statue thine, that praise thee can,
T [...]l the next coming of the Son of man.
[...] Pyramid well Figures thee, whose Spire
Points thy Seraphick flame sets Heaven on fire.
Thy Obelisk should be eternal: thus
T'will only stand for Thee and speak for us.
Who'l present thee at th' exit of our Wars,
Must diaper thy Cloath of Worth with Stars.
Embroider it with Suns, till it appear
An Element of Light to ev'ry Sphear.
Praise can't profane on thee. Can't be profane
T' adore one power'd to make a Sovereign?
Can't be prophane if we him Deifie,
[...]ly creates a R [...]yal M [...]jesty?
[Page 89]No, no. Who makes a doubt thus dangerous,
Quit our Blest Orb, and ne're be sav'd with us.
Did ever Subject like mine merit praise,
That is the Sovereigns1 Subject, Text and Bayes?
Our Arts, Arms, Muses, all to thee we owe,
While th' Heavens themselves bow on each side of you
Our2 Churches, our Tribunals, and State joyne
To say they'r all, and all with Charles is thine.
We cannot make thee greater, unless we
Fight God, and Charles, with curst Apostacie.
To make thee greater, there's no power or skill
In3 Kings to do't, since such obey thy will.
[Page 90]Nor can the power above do't, unless he
Would make thee Ruler of his Hierarchie.
Nor can1 hearts love thee more, unless't were meet▪
They die, and loose your due by paying it.
The more our fancy ruminates thy worth,
The more dilicious sweetness issueth forth.
The oftner we limbick our thoughts of you,
The purer your spirituous virtues flow.
The fairest flower in our paradice,
Does it from thy care as thy plant take rise!
Does our new Kingdoms happiness, proceed
From thy judicious policy and meed!
Are all the beautious Ornaments we see
Adorn our state,2 fruits of thya husbandrie!
[Page 91]Canb Concord, Peace, and Faith, here only claim,
Their rights and honours from thy bounteous fame!
Do the most high1 applauses of the Times,
[...]ound to thee but as somec ill-tuned Chimes!
Have pomp and2 wealth with thee, but there abode,
Till thou canst find where they shall be bestow'd!
[...]'you fancy nothing but what man can't give,
Or else what you as3 Mortal can't receive!
Like no Crown but whose glory does surprise,
Dazle and wonder-strike all humane eyes!
No honour please thee, but what does thee bring,
Some signal service to thy God and King!
Will you Triumph with no Crown, but what raies
From the bright head of th' Antientest of dayes!
[Page 92]Then let us1 Muse on thee, while we2 suppress
Our words: For speaking will but make thee3 less.
As if thy Merits towers whose hights stand
Above our sight, wee'd reach to with our hand.
Fathom the4 Ocean, and what we find
Boundless, we'd have by measures be confind.
If as Moors in the Suns Beams we dare show
Our blackness, we know your fires made it so.
Extolling your high-noon, we none invite
To5 match it with your6 glim'ring candle-light.
Though after you with Meeters feet we run,
VVe ne're presume to7 overtake the Sun
[Page 93]VVhile with your light you open your eyes thus,
The1 brightness as we view you,2 dazels us.
VVe chatter but as Swallows, while to blaze
Thy worth, we'd make a consort of thy praise.
VVe do to this effect in our best lines,
But as3 dumb silly creatures, speak by Signes.
VVhen we've thus nam'd thee and thy acts, we see
The rest of right belongs t'4 Eternity.
From the Heaven's here with you we need ne're fear
To loose you, since you cannot change your Sphear.
[Page 94]That1 Heavens2 only able and fit to cry
Your Jo's with its loud Artillery.
No Trump but Dooms can be of service here,
To sound your great Fame out to ev'ry ear.
And to give you your place, who rightly sings
Your worth, must seat you with the King of Kings.
FINIS.

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THO. GRIGG, Episcop. Sac.

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