I.
FAirest Britania Queen of Isles,
On whom Indulgent Nature smiles,
O're whom the Guardian Heavens wait,
To save thee from Impending Fate.
Appear, and all thy Native Charms put on,
NASSAW thy Great Deliverer is come,
And all thy Foes are hence in wild Confusion gon.
Well hast thou Scap'd their Violence,
And sav'd thy Innocence;
Strong their Designs, and Close, were laid
By those to have forc'd thee, and by these betray'd;
And forward steps were tow'rds thy ruin made.
What means to save thee, then were found?
Beset with danger round,
Thy faithful Sons, that should thee aid,
Were all disarm'd and bound:
[Page 2]Disarm'd of all but Prayers and Tears,
And those unequal to their fears.
But lo NASSAW, NASSAW by Heaven
To their Desponding suit is given.
II.
Rise then Britania, raise thy Mournful Head,
Let all thy Sorrows with thy foes be fled;
Rise, and him thy humble Muse Address;
Th [...] rude her words and artless be her dress,
To mean to offer to his High Desert,
With true and well affected heart
The Pious HERO thank, that did thy Fate avert.
Let abler Pens to Fame Record
What Holland owes her Lord,
To him the Glory of her Fortune yeild,
His Councils in the State, his Valour in the Field:
How he Intestine feuds to concord brought,
How at Seneffe, and how at Mons he Fought,
Where in the Youth, such Martial Force and Fire
Made Luxemburgh, and all the World, admire,
And which a Muse to Sing, would equal Flame require.
Whilst thine Attempts in humbler strains to shew,
The Gratitude, these rescued Nations owe,
III.
To God, Great Prince and You,
Is our Deliverance due.
O, may never be
Ras'd from our Memory,
The Benefits we owe to God and Thee.
[Page 3]Hail Sacred Champion of our Churches Cause!
Hail True Defender of our Faith and Laws!
Joy of our Hearts, and Comfort of our Sight;
Romes Terror, and the Protestants delight:
And were the World reform'd of one pure mind,
Woulds't be like Titus, Joy of Human kinde.
Thee all the Land doth bless, for Thee rejoyce,
And the United Peoples Sacred Voice,
Proclaimes, that God Anoints Thee as his Choice.
Our Moses Thou, that under Heavens high Hand
From more than Egipts vile Idolatry,
And worse than Brick-kil Slavery,
Leads't forth the Chosen Race to their Eorefathers Land.
IV.
Whether thy Courage, or thy Wisdom, may
Be more admir'd is hard to say:
'Twas bold and brave to land our Coasts,
And, with so few, thy self t' expose
Against unequal standing foes,
'Gainst Garrisons, and Forts, and Mercenary Hosts.
'Twas bold and brave; but the Success
Shews that thy Wisdom was not less;
The one, unless by t'other rein'd,
Does headlong to it's ruine run,
The Glory does but blaze, and straight 'tis done.
So Princes, unrestrain'd,
By Laws or Conduct have been known.
Fir'd with Ambitious Aime
To do great things, and get a Name,
In furious hast to mount a Throne;
[Page 4]But weighing not the Art and Force,
Requir'd to carry on their Course,
After some bluster and some Fury shewn,
In as great haft from thence have tumbled down.
V.
So the Boutefeu Phaeton
Hasty for Government,
Unskil'd and feeble for the vast Attempt,
Mounted the Charriot of the Sun:
And scorning reasons mild Controul,
The unexperienc'd Charriotier,
In his Careere,
Drove blazing ruine on from Pole to Pole;
The Signes were frighted at the Carrs return,
And the freez'd Zones wonder'd what made them burn;
The Zodiack was no Barrier found,
He leap'd the Tropics, and the Eccliptic Bound,
And fir'd the Orbs around;
And thence, with rapid fury, hurl'd
Destruction o're this World:
"Till Angry Jove, did dreadful Thunder throw,
"And quench'd the hot Brain'd Fiery Youth in Po.
But Phaebus well the Giddy Seat maintains,
He knows the menage of the reins;
Phaebus collects the scatter'd ray,
And forms again the day,
Which shall henceforth observe the Establish'd Course,
With just and natural force;
And his kind Beams dispence
With Universal influence.
VI.
The great Progenitors of NASSAW,
Smile at their Glorious Offspring here below;
Thou worthy Cion of that noble Stem!
Th' Imperial Diadem
Adorn'd with meaner Honour them,
Than thy Heroic Vertues now
Have justly planted on thy Brow;
Nor can the Crown th' Almighty there has set,
Bring new honour on with it;
But that by Thee does Shine more bright,
And from thy Glory takes a radiant light;
For had our Sanhedrin
To thy high Merit, so ingrateful been,
And fix'd it on another Head,
Than his who Libertyes, Laws, Lives, Religion rescued;
Thy Vertue yet beyond a Crown had shone,
Sufficient in its selfe alone,
And every good mans heart had been thy Throne,
VII.
And thus in Spain, and Italy,
Flanders, and Germany,
And in the very Heart of France
Thou dost thy Power advance:
Where er'e there's any sence of Native Right;
Or value for dear Liberty,
Where People court not Slavery,
Doat not on Tyrants, and Oppressors Might;
[Page 6]There dost thou reign; thy Empire unconfin'd
But in the Circle of Mankind.
As far as Winds and Waves can bear, thy Name,
All Nations and all Languages proclaim.
In Thee the Injur'd hope, In Thee do trust
All worthy Patriots, all the Good and Just;
Securely blest, relying on that hand
Which does o're whelming Tyranny withstand;
And stops Ambition breaking o're a Land.
This Godlike Pow'r they all ascribe to Thee,
The next to that, which stops and bounds the raging Sea.
VIII.
May Everlasting Peace attend on those
Who, with Immortal Honour, lost their Blood,
Whilst bravely they withstood
Th' unjust Invaders of the Worlds Repose:
But may their Fates be never thine;
Pious alike, and brave was their designe,
Tho' Crown'd not with the like Event;
The Great Adolphus perish'd in the Attempt.
For whom all Europe griev'd,
Where undefil'd the Sacred Truth's beleiv'd,
And pure, unmix'd with Legends is receiv'd.
Adolphus! whose Affrighting Name did make,
Rome and Vienna shake.
The Generous leader of a Holy War,
Renown'd as that which Godfrey led so far.
The Persecuted Germans Prop,
In whom th' afflicted and distres't did hope.
Whilst Ferdinand did tremble, and the Pope.
IX.
Gallant and Young, Adolphus knew no fear,
Caesar and Ammon's Son his great Examples were.
The General that would atcheive, said he,
A Name to late Posterity,
No dang'rous Enterprize must, shun,
Where no danger is, no Honour's won.
The race through Wounds, and Blood, and Pain, and Toil is run;
Who reaches not the Goal has nothing done.
The General's Fame admits not of degree;
He must a Caesar, or must nothing be.
When Fate a Hero does decree to make,
To raise a Noble Instrument,
For the Worlds benefit, and Glory meant;
Into her Armes it does the Darling take,
Bears him through all the dangers of his way,
Till he attains, at last, his bright Triumphant day.
X.
Witness these Sons of Fame,
Who differently to Empire came;
Caesar, through all the Battels which he Fought,
Tho' dangers every where he sought,
In Towns, and Camps, and in the Feild,
His Fortune still did sheild,
And without Wound to Empire brought.
Whilst the Pellaean Youth adorn'd all o're
With Wounds, with large Effusion of his Blood,
His Fate to Empire bore;
[Page 8]At the fam'd Passage of the
Grannic Floud;
Where the swoln Rivers rapid Course,
And the steep Banks, and Persia's Force
His Enterprize withstood;
Tho' his Helmet through to his Head was cleav'd
Stun'd, and almost of Life bereav'd,
He lands and conquers on the Guarded Shore.
There Meager death Gluttons on Persian Gore,
There Spithridates and Rheesaces bleed,
Darius's fall's decreed,
And his the Greecian Empire must succeed;
And thus, said he, if Destinyes ordain
My Righteous Armes should Glory gain,
Through Dangers infinite, they can me safe sustain.
But ah! too soon from all thy Glory's here,
Heaven Summons Thee, to those Immortal there,
Where clad with Robes of pure Caelestial white,
And Crown'd with Rays of Light,
Brightest among the Blest thou shine'st, who late
In Pity to the World, for WILLIAM there shall wait.
XI.
To WILLIAM Muse bring back thy wand'ring Song,
Thy strains to him belong;
Swear that in all the Regal Line
None yet so Gloriously did Shine,
Nor own'd a Title truly so Divine.
No dull Succession sanctifies his Right,
Nor Conquest gain'd in Fight,
But o're the Peoples minds, and there
Does Right Divine Triumphantly appear.
No Pow'r can Govern, but the Deity;
Hower'e o're Persons, and o're Fortunes, may
A bold Intruder sway;
The Right Divine is by the People giv'n,
And 'tis their Suffrage speaks the mind of Heav'n.
XII.
How S [...]nceless was Antiquity?
How little Vertue understood?
When the Tryumphant Wreath was always dy'd in Bloud;
When, for mere Butchery
Men were made Gods, translated to the Skie.
Unlike such Conquerors, NASSAW
To his Swords Edge does little owe.
The Sword in Judgment may be sent,
And a Curs'd Hand the Instrument;
Here Heav'n its Mercy Signally did shew,
And with miraculous Success,
The Glorious Cause did Bless;
We saw th' Almighty hand, and did its Power confess.
No Bloud scarce spilt, the Sword was only drawn,
And straight 'twas Sheath'd again,
Thus God a Kingdome turns as but one Man:
So his Sons Kingdome was established,
No Arm of Flesh the Gospel spred,
No Slaughter'd Hosts the feilds made red;
But a resistless Pow'r did Man convince,
Vanquish'd his Reason, and subdu'd his Sence.
An Unseen Spirit Divine made him submit,
To the great Truths it brought along with it.
XIII.
Mistaken some, who think wrong done
To him that lately fil'd the Throne,
Would blot the English Name with black Rebellion.
But if to seek redress,
When Greivances oppress,
And to assert our Rights, be that black Damning Sin,
Then are we sure the most forlorn of Men;
Then no Defence we have,
But Princes may us as they please Enslave.
The Laws which measure and ordain
Our mutual Rights, are vain;
Oathes may be cancel'd, Vows made void,
And Natures eldest Law destroy'd;
When we behold the lifted hand,
Shall we defenceless stand?
And not provide to guard the coming stroke?
When we see Bonds, prepar'd to tye
A Freeborn Land in Slavery,
Must we submit our Passive Necks to th' Yoke?
And dare profanely Heav'n for Miracles invoke?
Doctrines absurd! and by our Church untaught,
Till holy Sycophants, of late,
Broach'd 'em at Court, where the best method known,
To gain a Mitre was by Preaching up the Crown.
XIV.
Ah James! Unhappy Prince! would'st thou submit
To Fate, retire in Peace and private sit;
(Oh that I could thy Name but spare
And not it so Ingloriously compare)
After his Persecutions or'e
Withdrew and never thought of Crown or Empire more.
Thou might'st enjoy in thy recess,
More Solid happiness,
Than in thy Arbitrary Reign thou did'st possess;
The Subjects, whom thou sought'st to enslave,
Might then some pitty have;
And tho' Allegiance must transfer,
Might yet their Honour bear.
But Thou, unwise, urgest thy doom still on,
And know'st not to survive thy Kingdoms gone;
Made up and form'd of too much Fire,
'Gainst Heaven, and Stars in vain thou wilt aspire,
Til in the haughty Flame thou dost at last expire.
Why must we be, against our wills, thy Foes?
But ah! when Laws and Liberties, as here,
And Heav'n it self, doe interfere,
We must be Traytors to all those,
If with our utmost Force we do not thee oppose.
XV.
But cease my Muse, stoop thy Pindaric Wing,
And now learn softer Notes to Sing.
Transported far with Zeal,
For Williams Cause, and for the English Weal,
I fear too boldly thou dost truths reveal.
Dost thou consider what harsh Sounds they bear
To a Nephew, Son, and to a Daughters ear?
[Page 12]Blest Pair! not Nature more with Justice strove,
When Junius Sentenc'd his conspiring Son,
Than Grief and Duty in your Breasts did move,
When James's Errors did himself Dethrone;
With sorrowing Eyes you view'd the profer'd Crown,
And thought it fal'n too soon,
Till condescending pitty took it on:
You saw our Mis'ries, and our Woes bewail'd,
And that important thought prevail'd.
Hail MARY, Glory of thy Sex! by Thee
Fal'n Woman kind restor'd again shall be;
Who, when the Illustrious Pattern now they view,
Shall leave their Vanity, and follow you:
The only Match, the Sun in all his race,
Saw worthy of thy Royal Lords embrace:
Well are you pair'd in Vertue as in Love,
As tho one Soul both Breasts did move,
Happy the day! when MARY blest our Shore,
The English shouts the News to Holland bore,
Nor was there need of any Envoy of it more:
The Guns and Bells were deafned by the Voice,
Scarce had been heard the Thunders loudest Noise.
The Fires above look'd pale, asham'd to see,
Our Fires below more bright, and numberless as they.
XVI.
But who the vast transporting joy can guess?
That did the Royal Breasts possess,
When after various perils past,
[Page 13]And
Englands doubts, and
Hollands fears,
And WILLIAMS toyls, and MARYS tears,
With safety and success, thy met again at last.
Not the first Bridal day
Could be more joyful, or more gay,
For Bliss is rais'd by Dangers and delay:
No Dangers then before did fright,
Here was a stormy dismal Night;
Ere the Sun rose, and brought the Gladsom light.
O MARY! wellcome to thy WILLIAMS Armes,
Wellcome thy Heavenly Charms,
Wellcome, as Noah's travail'd Dove,
Bearing the Olive Branch of Peace and Love:
The Waves of trouble now shall quickly cease;
And the tost Ark enjoy a resting place;
Behold the Hills arise, and shew their heads of peace.
XVII.
Now plant the Vine under whose spreading shade,
With plenty all around, supinely laid,
No Cares hereafter shall our Joys invade:
Pluck the rich Fruit, press forth the Noble Juice,
With thankful Joy, let harmless pleasures loose.
And as you Quaff the Purple Grape,
Let not your Soveraigns Healths escape;
On each delicious Draught
Let your best wishes wait.
Long may they live a happy Royal Pair,
Free from Lifes Maladies, Disease and Care.
May Subjects, blest, vex with no Suits the State;
May their Crown easie be without the weight.
[Page 14]And, as we are happyer, Heav'n make us better too;
May their Examples through their Realms renew
The sad decays of Piety,
And call Astraea from the Skie:
May we by them learn to reform our Lives;
May Husbands Faithful be, and Loyal Wives,
Then Ages shall with Blessings march a long,
And be the Subject of the Future Poets Song.
XVIII.
But hark! again the Trumpet sounds Allarms,
To Arms, to Arms;
Rise WILLIAM, rise,
And quit again thy lov'd MARIA's Charms;
Hear Irelands cries,
See their bent Knees, their upheld Hands, and streaming Eyes.
On, and thy drooping Subjects cheer,
Thy God that freed thee from the Lyon here,
Will save thee too from the Hibernian Bear,
And every proud Uncircumcis'd Philistine there.
Behold, thy Pious Banners all Display
Religion, drawn by a Caelestial Ray;
An August Dame,
Of Heav'nly Air, and Heav'nly frame:
Her face like MARYS, and like hers her Mien,
Sweet yet Majestick, pleasant yet Divine;
Nothing that's loose, yet nothing stiff is there,
Tho cheerful yet not light, reserv'd yet not Austere;
No costly gawdy Robes her forme Disguise,
No uncouth Habit to Amuse our Eyes.
But decently Adorn'd 'twixt each extreme.
Her Hand a Sacred Book does hold,
Wherein's denounc'd the Popish Doom,
And lo, in Shining Characters of Gold,
Behold a Motto thus, IN THIS THOƲ SHALT O'RECOME.
XIX.
But, what Divinity inspires me now?
And with what Spirit does my Lab'ring Bosome grow?
The Prophet, sure, is with the Poet joyn'd;
I swell, and cannot bear the vast infusive Mind:
Babilon, the proud Town,
Babilon is falne, Babilon goes down,
Antichrist is crush'd, the Scarlet Whore
Lies weltring in her Gore,
Idolatry is now no more.
Then o're the World the Halcyon Broods agen,
And Hatches Peace to all Succeeding Sons of Men.
FINIS.