'ΕΛΕΟΘΡΙΑΜΒΟΣ: BEING England's Triumphs IN AN HEARTY REMEMBRANCE OF THAT Wonderfull Providence Which hath all along waited on the SACRED PERSON OF OUR AUGUSTUS, HIS MAJESTY WILLIAM III.
Untill He arriv'd safe in the Joyfull Haven of PEACE.
A PINDARICK.
Imperium lateritium accepisti, marmoreum reddidisti.
By T. G. Physician in Essex.
LONDON, Printed for F. Blithe, and are to be sold by Richard Baldwin near the Oxford Arms in Warwick lane, 1696
Serenissimi Principis Gulielmi Tertii Symbolum Actionum, Victoriarum, Heroicarum (que) effatum, in Carmina succedanca, Per Hiberniam, nec non Germaniam Inferiorem, gestarum.
WIllielmus sic ora gerit; mera gloria secli!
Cui tot mentis opes invidet ipsa Themis.
Heroum palmare decus, quem praepete curru,
Sublimem coeli, fama per astra vehit.
Caetera miramur! vix ausi dicere quae sit
In regem pietas, religio inque Deum.
ΕΛΕΟΘΡΙΑΜΒΟΣ: BEING ENGLAND's Triumphs, &c.
I.
BRave Albion, now take up thy Golden Lyre;
So shall the Sacred Nine thy Verse inspire
While on each Shore the Universe shall ring
The lasting Triumphs of Great Britain's King!
Behold a Ray from Heaven breaks in,
To usher the bright Chorus of that a happy time,
Which Ages past, do so lament and say,
Time ne'er before, or since, dawn'd such a b Day!
Till Britain's Great NASSAW ascends the Throne;
Such glitt'rring Suns ne'er gilt her Horizon!
He who in noblest Dangers understood
To gain our Liberties through Blood,
Pursu'd the c Means, as proper to his Skill,
As soon th'exhausted Arteries could fill;
And with his Royal Hand has broach'd the Vein
That Mitigation gave to Europe's Pain:
And will a Series of health procure,
As Bleedings vast are stopt by clotted Gore:
So ancient Kings and Emperors have been
Enur'd to ways of Medicine,
Till they their Politicks refin'd thereby,
With Lenitives and Cordials high
Their Subjects have maintain'd in truest Liberty.
II.
What shou [...]d we have said? What wou'd we not a' done
In some years past, to have quit the Nation
Of blackest Tempests drawing on,
Big with Designs and Desolation?
Had not the brave Augustus; him I mean,
That humane Deity we call Supream,
Display'd His Conqu'ring Banners o'er this Isle.
W'had felt a sad Exile
Of Liberty; and all that's just and good
Had then been sacrific'd to Gods of Wood,
And Sence, and Reason to a croaking Brood.
When Egypt's Tyrant had Heaven's Ire provok [...]d.
And Frogs and Lice about his Palace croak'd
Sure nothing noisomer was then,
Or plagu'd his haughty Mind like that,
When upon force he begg'd a milder Fate
So very often of the Men,
Who sent their Plagues again,
And let that ru [...]l'd Hector see,
Twas Heaven's Will to make the Nations free.
Such God-like Awe has England's Scepter sway'd,
While Prodigies her Royal Standards prop;
In Myriads of happy Days we hope,
While Heaven's prais'd, and its Vicegerent's well obey'd.
III.
Eternal Trophies sing thy Lot,
And to the Star that damp'd the fatal d Shot
So as that winged Messenger of Death
Cou'd no Impression ma [...]e;
But for thy sake,
Its deadly Breath
Did in the Plumes of Honour sheath,
Tho' prim'd with Dev'lish Ire,
Those Sulphurs chang'd to e lambent [...]
While the astonish'd Hosts stood still t'admire
The Care th' Almighty o'er his Darling had
(Whose Cause he did defend)
The force of f Art and Nature both sorbad,
To bring to pass his purpos'd end!
Why such Repining then? Why so unjust
To Him, on whom Heaven lays so great a Trust
Ye busie g Seekers in the World's wide round,
Here fix your Thoughts and Feet on England's Ground
Suffer your minds no more to be perplex'd,
While here the long lost Tribes
Stand grumbling by your sides,
For all whose Benefits, as saith the Text,
Ever with Murmurings Heaven storm'd, as oft Jehovah vext [...]
IV.
Behold an Hero girt with noble Ire,
Braving the Ponyard, so the loudest Fire;
From place to place, posting his weighty Charge,
Regardless of his own, with Soul so large,
As ever fill'd a Monarch's Breast.
Europe's great Atlas, on whose Shoulders rest
The tottering Diadems of Sacred Power,
Which only England's Monarch can restore.
Without the Rhetorick of a Father's h Trope,
(In Heaven's name) leads the forlorn Hope;
And in a Brave and Generous Disdain
Fires all his Dangers back again.
Each Element exults, and proudly boast
Our Gideon's Triumphs in the God of Host,
Who once the Darling Tribes through Chrystal Walls
Had led, and Prophets three thro' Flames: he calls
Now a prodigious i Prince forth-with to save
Mens civil Rights, in chief, the Laws he gave;
All pure and incorrupt, now sully'd o'er,
Scarce known by whom they were promulg'd before.
The swoln Boyne first fails and leads the way
To Namur's Walls; all hast without delay,
The broad N [...]ssavean Banners to display.
V.
Hail to the Prince before whose gracious Throne.
Clusters of Scepters daily come,
And all their Royal Tributes pay,
Where true magnetick Graces ever live and stay,
As Suppliants to so divine a Ray!
Here they their Diamond Cusps immerse,
And wretched Tyranny disperse.
But Wisdom, Courage, Princely Constancy,
That once had flesh'd those k Heroes of the Sky
(And flung th' aspiring Crew then headlong down,)
Now shine about fair Alb [...]on's stately Crown,
And may an other * Galaxy inspire
With l Virtues fed by true Celestial Fire.
While our Augustus, whom we love to trust,
Still makes his martial Deeds the more august:
By how much in Him, something more is found,
Than wither'd Fame's loud Trumpets sound,
VI.
I knew no better way great Acts t'have told,
Than graving Thine upon the backs of old;
Till You most mighty Prince my Muse inspir'd,
And such a gratefull Zeal had fir'd,
Whose n Pyramis in Shining Flame,
Blazons Thine Acts round Thy Victorious Name,
And gives surprizing Glories to Thy Deeds,
That when Thy Successor Thy o Labours reads,
As Letters sence; so this its own p Fame breeds'
You lent an Ear to Europe's Groan
When none beside its Cause dare own
A Sacred Stem You slipt from off Your Throne.
Gracious it prov'd, Luxuriant and Green,
And as the Prophets Goard, a goodly Screen
Unto the Nation's Laws, their Liberty,
Their Lives, their Children, Religion
All shelter'd from Oppression!
And also gave so great Renown to Thee,
As fixt the Universal Monarchy
Unto the fertil Root, from whence it sprang,
As great Effects on Causes terminate and hang.
VII.
Listen no more unto the Tales of Fame
Of Caesar or of mighty Pompey's Name;
Or the great King of Macedon; those Scenes
Were to these Ends as nobler Means:
The Means of Peace, and fuller Glory,
Than Time e'er plac'd in Greek or Roman Story.
But what if Hebrew Rabbies talk of sage
Moses and Joshua, famous in their Age:
Yet these the Shades, not Substance might presage,
And seem'd with Verities to jest,
While they held earthy things in Quest;
The Heav'n spir'd Zeal, that fill'd our Hero's Breast,
Bids him look high, since his Commission bears
What top-most q sits upon the Crown he wears,
Strengthens his Heart, and bids his Sword not spare
A trait'rous Crew; but let 'em feel and see,
(So treacherous to Heaven and Thee)
That the All Conqu'ring Banners thou dost bear,
Shall Victims make, till they to Heaven rear
(In Concert with Thy Labours and just Throne)
Thy Great Allies, where Joy and Interest meet in One.
THE ANAGRAM Drawn from the ROYAL TITLES, Viz. William the Third, KING OF England, Scotland, France and Ireland.
I, the Delight of Mankind,
I, can call redres of the Land tangled in War.
So some more Orient Gem, in Casket close immur'd,
Is no more safe from harm, than fatally secur'd;
As once th' Illustrious Titles with thy mighty Name
Suffer'd Eclipse in the dark Shades of written Fame,
Till Royal Acts untangl'd their strict Anagram.
FINIS.