An HEROICK POEM ON THE Observator.
—His mens generosa moveri,
Accendi (que) solet similem ad virtutis amorem.
Claud.
LONDON: Printed by J. Streater, for H. Million, Living in St. Pauls-Chain, Stationer. MDCLXXXV.
AN Heroick Poem ON THE OBSERVATOR.
WHen by the Justice of Divine Decree,
Great Exil'd CHARLES, with God-like Majesty,
Resum'd his Injur'd Throne; and thence once more,
Our banish't Blessings Caesar did restore;
The easie Laws reclaim'd the guiddy Throng,
And Halcion Years then smoothly danc't along,
[Page 2] Such firm secureness on each Face appear'd,
The Sword of Justice was more Lov'd then fear'd,
'Twas now, that all the fierce Grandees of Hell,
(Enrag'd to see their late rais'd Machin fell)
Issu'd new Summons to their aged States,
To frame fresh Projects by their black Debates,
And once again by their Infernal Wile,
Ransack the Glories of our happy Isle;
Long this Divan, in consult brooding Sate,
To hatch the Embri'o of malicious Fate;
At length each Furie had his Charge apart,
And dismal Scheamst' assist their powerful Dart:
The Work began; and the Invading Host,
Wrap't in dark Mists approach't the Brittish-Coast;
Whose Guardian Angel, soon with watchful Eyes,
Descry'd th' Intent of such a base Surprise.
With quick expanded wings from Heaven fled,
And darting came to good L'ESTRANGE'S Bed.
[Page 3] That LOYAL BARD who was alone thought fitt,
To stem the Torrent of a Devil's Witt,
Whilst the bright Messinger his head sustain'd,
His buissy Fancy thus he entertain'd.
Thou best of Subjects, to the best of Kings;
Hear now the Tydings, that an Angle brings;
A Band of Feinds, from the Abiss are sent,
To raise new Feuds from long hid Discontent.
Though Princely Grace, has seem'd to quench the Rage,
Which late has stain'd the Anuals of your Age:
The Embers yet, fann'd by this Hellish Crew,
In rapid Flames will soon break forth a new.
Rise then and stop the progress of the Foe,
Kind Heaven has chose you to divert the blow;
With that his balmy Plumes extending forth,
He kindly grasp't so true entrinsick Worth:
Then touch't his Tongue with a Coelestial Dew,
Blest the Event, and swiftly upwards flew;
[Page 4] Soon the good Man awoke, and pond'ring weigh'd
The deep impressions, which the Vision made;
Not Unobserv'd before, by his Dread Pen,
Had scap't Remarques of base ungrateful Men;
He saw the Tracts in which they warely crep't,
He saw't (and for their desp'rate Folly wep't)
He saw the Gloss of ev'ry weak Pretence
Drawn forth to shrowd the Bulk of their Offence,
And blind the Peoples Rash Unthinking Sence.
Strait then he rose, and with Profectick Skill
Sure to disperse the gather'd boading Ill,
Fled to his Prince with quick and zealous Care,
And thus imploy'd his Royal Master's Ear.
Heav'n Bless the KING—
Still lives the Seed of that Gigantick Race,
That did attempt the God-head to displace,
Their impious hands, but late they did imbrew
In Royal Martyr's Blood, and now persue,
Their brutish Rage, against Indulging YOƲ.
Strange is the guilt of that pernicious mind,
That dares conspire against a Prince so kind.
With feign'd Chimeras they amuse the Throne,
And seem to watch what they assault alone.
A guarding sheild is reacht in friendly show,
By the same Hand that means to give the Blow;
Trust not the Service of Phanatick-zeal,
The worst of Crimes, draws a Religious Veil.
This said: The Monarch with a smiling Look,
Close to his Bosome the Great Prophet took.
Told him with Grateful thanks, he did approve,
Th' apparent Candor, of his Active Love,
Bad him prepare to countermine that Spight,
That's lay'd to spring the Bulwark of his Right,
That on his Judgment, he did most rely,
Best to defeat the daring Enimy;
[Page 6] Bad him make known, the Cheat of Clam'rous Fears,
And Charm the deafness of deluded Ears.
When thus L'ESTRENGE, had his Commission giv'n,
(The King confirming the assign'd of Heaven)
Enter'd the Lists, and Boldly did Oppose,
The joynt Attaque of all his Monarchs Foes.
Convincing Reason, was his Gorgen-sheild,
And stedfast LOYALTY this Champions Feild.
With Vollies of his Wit, their Phalanx Rent,
And Dagon fell with Potent Argument
Let's now erect a Due Triumphal Arch,
Whilst Troups of Flamens shall attend his March,
And then Ye Muses all in consort joine,
Thus whilst we pay, our Offrings at his Shrine.
HAIL Matchless HE! HAIL our Auspicious Guide,
The Clergy's Darling, and the States-men's Pride;
[Page 7] The happy Patriot, whose industrious Care,
Has quel'd that Storm, which boundless did Appear,
That never was a Calm 'till now, or means more dear.
When Faction did like a Contagion spred,
On you the Nation lean'd it's drooping Head,
Who next the Throne, such Soveraigne deeds did do,
An age of Miracles reviv'd in You,
From You i'ts Peace, must Gratfull England date,
Bles't Esculapius of the salved State,
Who wrought that Cure, which seem oppos'd by Fate.
In vaine would Rebells Piously disguise,
Their black Designs or longer cheat our eyes,
Their guilded Cavils, now false Lights are known,
And all their Specious Pop'lar Shams o're-thrown,
[Page 8] Whilst your profounder reasons gain these odds,
Like Arons swallowing up th' Egiptians Rods.
HAIL OBSERVATOR! Genius of our Age,
That stood the shock, of the Phanatick Rage,
Like Oedipus so Sacred now to all,
You sav'd your Countrey, with these Sphynxes Fall,
Who veiw your Conquests, with dispairing Eyes,
To see us flourish, and You gain the Prize,
Yet Eney't self, must give you this applause,
Never was better Pen, or better Cause.
HAIL once more our Palladium of defence,
Great Oracle of Wit and Eloquence,
The truly fit to speak a Nations sence.
Our English Tully who ha's still prevail'd,
Your Pen succeeded where the Sword ha's fail'd;
Your Weighty Lines still such Impressions took,
Not more the Voice, which from Mount Sinai spoke:
[Page 9] When stubborn Jews upon their Faces fell,
Submitting straight, who did before Rebel.
Hence seem the Furies now of discord fled,
Whilst you appear a Cherub at our Head;
This doe's security to our Peace afford,
Your Wits as dreadful as the Flaming Sword.
FINIS.