[Page] THE Brittish Princes: AN Heroick Poem.

Written by the HONOURABLE EDWARD HOWARD, Esq

LONDON: Printed by T. N. for H. Herringman, at the Blew-Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New-Exchange. 1669.

TO THE HONOURABLE Henry Lord Howard, Second Brother to his Grace the DUKE of NORFOLKE. The Authors Dedication of this Heroick Poem.

My LORD,

WHatsoever Reception this Poem meets from the World, my De­dication cannot be censur'd, since made to you; who are justly ren­dred no less great in Heroick Exam­ples; than you are Illustrious by Birth; [Page] whil'st you so abound in all the Vertues of your Antient and Noble Prede­cessors, that you are beforehand with Honor, e'r you possess those high titles which are so justly your expectation, and earnest desires of your Name, to see in due time accomplished in you: And as an Heroick Poem ought to be a Present to the most conspicuous in me­rit, so it cannot but receive some credit in being addressed to you; as you have a Title from the worth and greatness of your own Actions, to the Patronage of all worthy Subjects, for which cause you may less blame my Ambition, in de­dicating to you this Poem, being assured, inyou, are summ'd all the Virtues of its Bittish Hero's, which the best abili­ties [Page] of my Muse have been able (though with the advantage of fiction) to make their glories: And if you judge it worth the entertaining some minutes of your leisure, I shall think it wants no Dig­nity, it being my greater ambition, to publish my respects to you, than to court fame, which the world so spa­ringly bestowes, as if there were no consideration for desert in any kind; nor are the spirits of men less sa­tisfied in any accomplishment, than in the value of wit, which seldom misses the Allay of detraction, as it passes the world; where if it meets a due Reception from the Generous, and truely Ingenious, the labour of lines is enough rewarded; amongst [Page] whom, as I have placed your worth the first in my thoughts, so I commend this Poem to your judicious accep­tance, with all other acknowlegements becoming

My Lord
Your humble Servant E. HOWARD.

THE PREFACE TO THE READER.

AMongst so many Writers Antient and Modern, who have added glory to the Muses, their number is few that have advanced Heroick Poe­sie; in which the Antients imploy­ed the best talents of their Muses, and like some wonderful Fabricks, had their Structures raised by the greatest Princes of this Science, which has so much elevated the esteem of its first Authors, that there has been little allow'd of merit to succeeding Poets, and does reasonably require some acknowledgement in me, in respect of my own undertaking, since it is hard for a Modern Poem of this kind to find a Reception in the world, so much devoted to the praise of precedent Writers; [Page] nor can it be denyed, but that an Heroick Poem (whose perfections were task enough for the best pen of the Antients) is rendred to our age far more dif­ficult to be accomplished, while both the Greek and Latin Poets had the advantage of those more concise and sublime Languages, to maintain the glory of their Epick works, (which above all kinds of writing disco­ver the power and weight of a tongue) besides they had no small helps by introducing their Gods and Goddesses, whereby they could vary their Dialogues and Descriptions whensoever they wanted other mat­ter: But this sacred Priviledge allowed to the anti­ent Poets, (when the Muses were a part of their Divinity) will hardly give a like concession to us, who are Subjects to Heaven by different Letters-Patents, to which purpose, as I have avoided in my Poem any fabulous converse of that kind, so have I not introduced any practice of Christian Religion (not but the times of which I write may be suppo­sed unprincipled enough to allow it) But rather taken for my Brittish Heroes a Religion from the results of nature, as more proper to Poesie; and which in point of morality, might not be ungrateful to the Reader of whatsoever perswasion.

The worth of Heroick Poesie is so well known to the Judicious, that it may seem impertinent in me to give any argument for its esteem; yet since I have made it the subject of my pen, I will presume to say [Page] something of its excellency in general; as one that, beholding some antient famous Structure, endeavors to model in some proportion a meaner of his own: Nor did Homer and Virgil (with some other of the Antients) in their Epick works shew us only the greatness of their buildings, but the state and orna­ments of their contrivance, in which they erected their own Monuments to be everlasting with their Heroes, for whom they raised their glorious Princi­palities, with sublime instructions of humane life, that by them, the Prince is taught greatness, the States­man Prudence, the Polititian Craft, the Souldier Stratagem, the Philosopher Ethicks (with other high reflections on that excellent Science,) the Lover nobleness of passion from the bright flames of Par­nassus, and even the Gold of nature universally re­fin'd in the Poets Mint, from whose vast treasure of thoughts, and actions, the most fam'd Dramaticks, drew the noble vein of Dialogue, and taught the Bus­kin to renown the Stage, while from the glory of Epike Contrivance and Action, the deepness of In­trigue and Plot was probably first dignified: No less does it honor the famous Pencils, whose highest art is to delineate Images; from hence, and by their power­ful imaginations, express representations of all passions of the mind, with other noble endowments of nature from those poetical figures of glory. Thus much concerning the excellency of this Subject in general.

[Page] And now to pay a due esteem to such Poets of our own Country, who are justly dignified by the Heroick Muse, of whom though the Catalogue be small (and Rome the once Mistress of Arms and Wit, scarcely numbers Three that are allowed the honor of Enrollment, though she make her claim from the glory of Virgil, Lucan, and Statius) yet have these our Native Poets deservedly merited esteem, perhaps above those any other Nation has produced in the times they lived; and of these the most considerable, I think may be granted our famous Spencer, and the late Sir William Davenant, (not considering Daniel, Drayton, and the like, rather Historians than Epicke Poets) the first of whom is by many granted a Paral­lel to most of the Antients, whose Genius was in all degrees proportion'd for the work he accomplish­ed, or for whatsoever structures his Muse had thought fit to raise, whose thoughts were like so many nerves and sinews ready with due motion and strength to actuate the body he produced; nor was the success of his Poem less worthy of Admiration, which not­withstanding it be frequent in words of obsolete sig­nification, had the good fortune to have a Reception suitable to its desert, which tells us the age he writ in, had a value for sense above words, though perhaps he may have received deservedly some censure in that particular, since our Language (when he writ) was held much improved, that it has been the wonder as [Page] well as pity of some, that so famous a Poet should so much obscure the glory of his thoughts, wrapt up in words and expressions, which time and use had well nigh exploded: And though words serve our uses but like Counters or numbers to summe our in­tellectual Products, yet they must be currant as the money of the Age, or they will hardly pass: Nor is it less ridiculous to see a man confidently walk in the antiquated and mothy Garments of his Predecessors, out of an obstinate contempt of the present Mode, than to imitate the expressions of obsolete Authors, which renders even Wit barbarous, and looks like some affront to the present Age, which expects from Writers due esteem of the tongue they speak. But this objection which I have presumed to mention a­gainst Renowned Spencer, (though it be a Common one, and the most is laid to his charge,) shews us that his building was rather mighty than curious, and like the Pyramids of Egypt, may expect to be a long Companion of times.

His next most remarkable Successor in the Hero­ick Way, I suppose there are few will deny the late Sir William Davenant a merit I judge he may claim in his work of Gondibert, in which there are many remote and excellent thoughts, with apt and per­spicuous expressions, the essential dignities of the Muses, whose chiefest beauties flow from the orna­ments of words, and delightful variety of imaginati­on, [Page] from which choice productions of nature, the Muses are most desirous to adopt their Children, and in no small degree are justly acknowledged to the honor of his pen: Notwithstanding which, his He­roick Poem of Gondibert (coming into the world in a capricious time of censure) perhaps did not meet with a deserved reception, though the severest of his Judges, I doubt not are forced to grant, that there is in that work more to be praised than pardoned. I wish I could affirm as much of what I have now pub­lished. To compare the excellencies of these two Authors were not convenient in this place, since it would be little advantage to either, their works being of different natures; besides it must joyn some censure to their applause, or the Criticks, and Censorious, will not think themselves righted, if their objections pass unmentioned, who have somewhat broader eyes, to perceive the errors and mistakes of Writers, than to behold any thing which deserves their approba­tion: The truth is, the latter more obliged the lan­guage of his Country than the former, who either out of affected singularity, or thinking it fit to ho­nor the Dialects of ages past, seemed so much de­voted to them, as if he would be an example against all that should innovate words that had not an anti­tient tradition from our tongue: Nor do I think it would easily be resolved if put to the test, whether it had not more commendably spoke our diligence, if our [Page] native words & Dialects, had been better cultivated for use than a perpetual transplanting so many from for­reign soils, while the state of our language seems not unlike a greedy kind of prodigality, which contracts variety of debts to make a large purchase, not con­sidering he ruines in the mean time his antient Pa­trimony.

I know there are many amongst us who allow much to the improving of wit from the enlarging of our tongue, as if there were a Reciprocation in both; and for the same reason must judge we are alwayes on the mending hand, since we are still like to continue, introducing of words. But when shall wit and its Refiner Language after this rate receive their ultimate perfection, since as Horace sayes

Si meliora dies ut vina poemata reddat,
Scire velim pretium Chartis quetus arroget annus.

But neither these eminent persons, nor any other of our own Writers, whose pens might doubtless have winged their Muses to their higest pitch of Heroick glory, have handled this Subject; or for the honor of our Nation, laid the Scene at home after the ex­ample of Virgil, who brought his Aeneas from Troy into Italy, and there made him encounter as famous Heroes as that Story could relate, though written by the immortal pen of Homer, while our antient [Page] and often Revolution of State, with the darkness of Story, (the best time for a Poet to kindle his flame) gives as much happy occasion to feign, and for the dignity of the Muses, to render truth (were it pos­sible) more considerable from fiction, as is to be ga­ther'd from any other in the World: I shall onely presume to give this reason for my design in model­ling this Poem, which I have some cause to expect will not be less grateful, since the foundation is laid with our own Materials, and rais'd at home, though it be a Work I could wish had been perform­ed above my abilities. The time I have pitched on, is near upon the departure of the Romans out of Brit­tany; An Age, that certainly rendred this Countrey famous in Warr, which cannot reasonably be doubted from their Conflicts five hundred years, with so formi­dable an Enemy as Rome; Nor less acquainted with their best Moralls, which from the repute of so great an Empire, gave Discipline to the World in Manners, as well as Armes: And, could not but add much to the Civilizing of the Brittains, a People they had so long been acquainted with, and by them nobly sought: To which purpose the famous Historian, Cornclius Tacitus, who Wrote in the time of Domitian, speaks them to have received the Habits, Manners, and Let­ters of the Romans. And though Histories are too silent of the Glorious Actions of our Predecessors; yet the deep Scratches on our Countreys Face, from [Page] those numerous Relicks of Camps and Fortifications, at this day beheld, speak enough, without other Re­cords, the famous encounters of our Ancestors: For this reason the Reader must be so ingenious, as not to look upon my Poem as a History, but rather hold him­self obliged to my Muse, that has provided Heroes, and Princes, who, for ought he knowes, had then a be­ing; or, from a reasonable Concession, might be suppo­sed to have. Their Representations likewise, in point of Government in my Poem, I conceive not unnatural, to what was then practised, in this Isle, which is grant­ed, by all Historians, to have had several Principali­ties; the wisdome of whose Princes, could not but unite them, against their Common Enemy, whensoe'r their Concerne requires it, of which we have Exam­ples in Story: And, whereas I have raised a Son to the most famous King Arthur, in my Character of Al­bianus, not known to our Histories. I may say thus much in behalfe of my Muses Records; That, since so little, and that darkely, is discover'd to us from Sto­ry, of that Heroick Prince, or the certain time of his Raign, it is possible the being of so glorious a Son, (though true) may be at this day (with other Mo­numents of him) equally unknown. While this Island, receiving so many Alterations in State, from Romans, Saxons, Danes, and Normans; who, with the Ruines of Warr, have been even fatal to the very Me­mories of our Predecessors, by almost a total suppres­sion [Page] of our most antient Records (as if it had been the sole ambition of their Power and Success, to make Posterity believe they had a being from their Conque­ror, have ecclipsed, with those Presidents of Fame, the High Renown of Royal Arthur; whose Deeds Authors are forced to deliver but as their best Fables. For the Character of Vortiger, our Stories of this Age (though very obscure and imperfect) mention him a Prince of this Nation; and possibly I have taken his Figure, more resembling what he truely was, or ought to be supposed, than had I endeavoured to produce his Life (as it stands imperfectly framed in Story) which considering the difference of Writers in the occurren­ces of that Age, must render much of the Truth they pretend to deliver, little better than mistake or ficti­on.

As to the Queen, whom I mention by the name of Bonduca, the strictness of some may be apt to call me to an Account; because there was a Brittish Queen called Voadicia, Boadicia, or Bonduca, in the time of Nero, mentioned by Historians, which is granted to precede the Age I take for my Poem, for whose satis­faction, I desire they will be contented to believe (as my Muse presumes to verifie) that this was another Person, though as Heroick and Glorious a Queen as the former: It being not at all impossible (since as I have already expressed) there were so few of the Prin­ces of those times faithfully delivered to us from Hi­story: [Page] That there is not seldome the difference of an Age, or more, in Writers, as to their times, of being in the World: But however, this to the Judicious can appear no fault, when Virgil (allow'd to be the Prince of Poets) makes Dido and his Aeneas contem­poraries, which according to the strictness of Chrono­logy, could not be by some hundreds of years.

For introducing the Roman Consul into my Poem, I suppose there cannot be any ground for exception, there being at that time a Consull called by the name of Aetius, or Ennius, who Commanded botli in Gaul and Brittany: And, for my Character of Alvatrix, he may well be allowed to be the Roman Generals Martial associate, since Gaul had not then freed it self from the Tallons of the Roman Eagle, being some­what later than Brittany discharged from that Bon­dage, and consequently obliged to bear Armes in their Quarrel; which is so possible to be true, that it cannot prejudice my introducing him here: With like plausible liberty have I framed the Character of Merlinus (in imitation of our famous Merlin, supposed to be living about the age I have taken for my Poem) and the rest: But, I fear I have given the Reader a needless trouble in behalfe of my Characters, since I have little reason to doubt he will not willingly com­ply with the liberty I have taken.

Having thus given an account of the quality of my Poem, I cannot but give him this short one of the [Page] Quantity of it, which is, that these two Books are not my intended end, as may be judged from the Con­clusion of my second; My Original design being to introduce our famous Progenitors the Saxons, and so Body in the end both Nations together; who, after many bloody Conflicts united themselves into one People: But, I find it is time to bid my Reader fare­well, though, before I part with him, I must oblige him not to misconster my sense, in what I have written concerning Religion, which, as is already men­tioned, I thought most proper in a Poem, to raise meerly from the Principles of Nature: As likewise where I have expressed any thing concerning Super­stitious Practises and Priests (who originally must be supposed to be the Grand Introducers of those Delu­sions, which have so missed, and abused Mankind.) The Reader is desired to take all expressions of this kind (as they are really meant,) not against any perswasion of Christian Religion, and the Holy Fun­ctions appertaining to it; But, in General, and whol­ly directed against False, and Erroneous Worships and Beliefes; which, least there should be any impu­tation charged on me, or those Reflections I have made, Wrested to a contrary Sense, I could not but instance this my defence, Concluding, that as this Poem was writ for my Diversion, so it now comes to be published; having received incourage­ment from the Judgments of some Friends, who [Page] thought it might not be unwelcome to the World, (A Motive, powerful enough, to incline my Consent;) nor did I Judge it unreasonable for me to expect it, since no less a Novelty, than any this Age hath pro­duced: Yet, I am not so fond, as to believe, there is much got, from entertaining the World in Print; it being too much good Fortune, to hope, that any thing can pass so currant, as not to meet with Detraction, Mi­stake, or Envy (which never want darts to wound a Merit farr Superior than I pretend to) there being few who are Candid, and truely discerning, whose Judg­ments have any sway, or not descry'd by the preva­lency of Malevolent, or weaker apprehensions. But, since I have sent this Poem abroad to shift for it self, I must submit to what Reception the World will please to allow it; not doubting, but the impartially Judicious may receive no very inconsiderable satisfa­ction.

Farewell.

TO MY HONOURED FRIEND Edward Howard Esq On his Heroick Poem, The Brittish Princes.

THat Noble Poem, which thou giv'st us now,
Does both oblige the Dead, and Living too:
Till the old Brittains fame thou didst display,
Their Glories were interr'd, as much as they.
And all the world by what thou now dost write,
Are bravely taught both how to Love, and Fight.
To purchase Fame two things are requisite,
Great Deeds, and those by a great Poet writ:
Aeneas Glory had not liv'd so long,
Had it not been the Theam of Maro's Song:
[Page] Arthur a brave and valiant Brittish King,
Wanting a Poet, who his Reige could sing;
Has nothing, but his Name that does survive;
But in thy verse his Son shall ever live,
Which shows how soon a Lawrel Wreath decayes,
When 'tis not interwoven with the Bayes.
Though Nature many Powerful Charms did give
To fair Bonduca, yet we all believe
Her Beauties, in their height ne'r shone so bright,
As thou hast drawn them, now, in black, and white.
The Poets Art, the Painters does controul,
This but the Body draws, but that the Soul,
Old Ennius Passion, for the Queen, does prove,
No cold can triumph, o'r the heat of Love.
Whose boundless Power, who can too much admire,
Which Ages Ashes turns into a Fire.
Thou art the first hast done thy Country right;
For th'English, who Heroick Poems write
[Page] In praise of Foreigners, employ their Pen,
Though their own Country yields the bravest men,
For who but they at once could overcome
The falshood of the Gauls, and force of Rome.
And on both Generals, impose their Fate,
Though Rival'd Love, their swords did animate,
But our Delight! why dost thou so much wrong,
As to begin, but not conclude thy Song?
Thy Foes do envy, and thy Friends deplore,
Those, that so much is writ, these, that no more.
ORRERY.

TO THE HONOURABLE Edward Howard Esq. Upon his Poem of the British Princes.

WHat mighty Gale hath rais'd a flight so strong?
So high above all vulgar eyes? so long?
One single rapture, scarce it self confines,
Within the limits, of four thousand lines,
And yet I hope to see this noble heat
Continue, till it makes the piece compleat,
That to the latter Age it may descend,
And to the end of time, its beams extend,
When Poesie, joyns profit, with delight,
Her Images, should be most exquisite,
[Page] Since man to that perfection cannot rise,
Of alwayes virt'ous, fortunate, and wise:
Therefore, the patterns man should imitate,
Above the life our Masters should create.
Herein, if we consult with Greece, and Rome,
Greece (as in warre) by Rome was overcome,
Though mighty raptures, we in Homer find,
Yet like himself, his Characters were blind:
Virgil's sublimed eyes not only gaz'd,
But his sublimed thoughts to heaven were rais'd.
Who reads the Honors, which he paid the Gods
Would think he had beheld their blest abodes.
And that his Hero, might accomplish'd be,
From divine blood, he draws his Pedigree,
From that great Judge your Judgment takes its law,
And by the best Original, does draw
Bonduca's Honor, with those Heroes time
Had in oblivion wrapt, his sawcy crime,
[Page] To them and to your Nation you are just,
In raising up their glories from the dust,
And to Old England, you that right have done
To shew, no story nobler, than her own.
John Denham.

TO THE HONOURABLE Edward Howard Esq Upon his Poem of the Brittish Princes.

THough time o'r greatest actions hath its reign,
What this destroyes, yet you restore again:
And by the pleasing Talent of your Pen,
Revive that worth which was so famous then.
So, whil'st we fondly charg'd on guilty Fate,
Those ravisht Glories, which on time did waite,
We see twas fit; none, but your Muse should give
Our Brittish Heroes Monuments to live.
[Page] All the lost virtues of great Arthur you
In Albianus can exactly shew:
The lustre of the long set Sun you find
By those reflections which he leaves behind.
Could Vortiger but know how by your Muse
his actions are out-done, he would refuse
All that he once thought great, whilst he is taught,
Virtue, and honour, must from hence be sought.
Courage to ev'ry Hero you have lent,
To shew, small stars make up a firmament,
The fair Bonduca would desire more
Those beauties you describe, than those she wore:
And think the gods had sent you from above
To add a greatness to her soul, and love.
Merlinu's worth, which time had long obscur'd,
Is from your noble Muse to us secur'd:
That ev'n the Grecian Stagerite might take
Instructions, where thy Poem makes him speak:
[Page] Whose lost Prophetick glory now we see
Reviv'd, whilst here he makes his prophesie.
Virtue is so exacty drawn by you,
That none can question what he ought to do:
By those examples which in this are given,
You seem at once us to oblige, and heaven.
No dangerous mountains make your work seem rough,
But gentle risings, and yet high enough.
Which through the whole are so exactly wrought,
It seems as well the child of pains, as thought.
On Princes actions when you cease to toyl,
Describing all the pleasures of this soyl,
Kind nature will be pleas'd, since here is sung
All by her secret operations done:
Though blushing she must wonder, since no more,
Than hers, your bounty lessens not your store.
Beauties not less oblig'd, since by your Muse
Is giv'n her all the features she could chuse,
[Page] And made us know, that love which she hath given,
Is a faint rellish of our future heaven.
Mar [...] not more amaz'd, than pleas'd would be,
To see this Child derive its pedigree
So justly from his greatness, since he none
For likeness, and for beauty, more can own.
Blest by these two, detraction 'tis above,
Since all must forfeit sence, or thine approve.
H. D.

TO THE HONOURABLE Edward Howard, Esq On his intended Impression of his POEM OF THE BRITISH PRINCES.

SIR,

MY Judgement in Poetry hath, you know, been once already Censured by very goo [...] Wits, for commending Gondibert; bu [...] yet they have not, I think, disabled my t [...] ­stimony. For, What Authority is there i [...] Wit? A Jester may have it; a Man in drink may have it, and be fluent over night, and wise and dry i [...] [Page] the morning. What is it? or, Who can tell whether it be better to have it, or be without it, especially if it be a pointed Wit? I will take my liberty to praise what I like, as well as they do to reprehend what they do not like. Your Poem, Sir, contains a well and judiciously contrived Story, full of admirable and Heroick actions, set forth in noble and perspicuous language, such as becomes the dig­nity of the persons you introduce, which two things of themselves are the height of Poetry. I know, that vari­ety of story, true, or feigned, is the thing wherewith the Reader is entertain'd most delightfully: And this also, to the smallness of the Vollume is not wanting. Yours is but one small piece, whereas the Poets that are with us, so much admir'd, have taken larger Subjects. But, let an English reader, in Homer or Virgil in English, by whom­soever translated, read one piece by it self, no greater than yours, I may make a question whether he will be less pleas­ed with yours than his: I know you do not equal your Poem to either of theirs, the bulk of a Work does not di­stinguish the Art of the Workman: besides, 'tis a ver­tue in a Poet to advance the honour of his remotest An­cestors, especially when it has not been done before, What, though you out-goe the limits of certain History? Do Painters, when they Paint the Face of the Earth, leave a blanck beyond what they know? Do not they fill up the space with strange Rocks, Monsters, and other Gallantry, to fix their work in the memory of Men by the delight of fancy? So will your Reader from this Poem think ho­nourably [Page] of their original, which is a kind of Piety. Ajax was a man of very great stature, and Teucer a very lit­tle person, yet he was brother to Ajax both in blood and Chivalry. I commend your Poem for judgment, not for bulk; and am assured it will be wellcome to the World with its own confidence; though if it come forth armed with Verses and Epistles I cannot tell what to think of it. For, the great Wits will think themselves threatned, and rebel. Unusual Fortifications upon the borders car­ry with them a suspition of Hostility. And Poets will think such Letters of Commendation a kind of confe­deracy and league, tending to usurp upon their liberty. I need say no more, but rest,

Sir,
Your Honors most humble and obedient Servant, Thomas Hobbs.

THE Brittish Princes: AN Heroick Poem BOOK. I.

The First Canto.

OF Brittish Kings, and Hero's, Sung by Fame,
None Lives so Great, as Mighty Ar­thur's Name;
Whose Noble Deeds, to Wonder did Compleat
All Virtues, which in Best of Princes meet,
[Page 2] Though Sage Historians, Griev'd they cannot know,
How much this Isle, does to his Virtues owe;
But small Remaines of his Past Acts Relate,
Charging the rest, on Guilty Time and Fate:
Or else to Fame, whose Rolls his Glories fill,
Have left his Praise, above their search, and skill.
Victorious Rome, that Brittain had Compell'd,
To own Her Rule, from Him fear'd what she held;
Proving his Armes, her Greatness Ballanc'd more,
Than all the World, she had oppos'd before.
Many the Battels were, Fame tells, he Fought
Unequal Number'd, yet his Foes still sought;
Till Fate his Life unto Death's Pow'r betrayes,
And Brittaines Mourn, the wonder of their Dayes.
To all the Glories, of so great a Name
He left a Son, Heir to his Worth and Fame;
A Happiness, not in all Monarchs known,
Who worthless, oft succeed, a Virt'ous Throne;
[Page 3] And like the Vulgar Issue of Mankind,
Beget their Mighty Race, unlike in Mind.
Whence such vast Structures, they for Empire lay
In their less Glor'ous Successors decay.
And as it were too much for Mortal State,
Seldome are seen 'like Prosperous, and Great.
While here for Brittain's Glory, Heaven does give,
A Son, in whom his Fathers Virtues Live;
Fam'd Albianus, in whose Mighty Soul,
Met all the Glories of Great Arthur's Rule.
In War Approv'd, and in his Councels Wise,
Steps by which Princes, best to Thrones do Rise.
VVho o'r the West of Brittains Fertile soile,
His Fathers Sword Preserv'd, and his brave Toyle;
Did then extend his Empire, while the rest,
By other Famous Princes was Possest.
With him three Monarchs, fertile Brittain own'd,
The East of which, had fair Bonduca Crown'd;
[Page 4] While Royal Vortigers, the North does Bound,
Where Scots Repining, till their fruitless Ground.
From Mighty Britttish Kings, Time long Deriv'd
Their High Descents, who best Examples Liv'd
Of Royal Greatness, nor did thirst of Power,
Which in Ambitious Princes men deplore,
Their Scepters happy Concord Dis-unite,
Who held it Impious, to Invade a Right;
Espousing here one mutual Peace, or War,
Which must their Councels, and their Conducts share.
Oh happy Rule, where Monarchs thus maintain
Their Peoples Rights, and like just Neighbors Reign!
Whose Power to Subjects, from their Laws was known
Like Heavens Prerogative, from order shown;
That in their several Sphaeres they seem'd to move,
With Harmony, resembling those Above.
With these Bonduca Reign'd, whose Matchless Story,
Fame must for ever speak, with highest Glory;
[Page 5] Perfect in Virtue, with best Prudence Joyn'd,
That, from her Soul, her State, did Greatness find;
Nor did her Beauties, less Perfection show,
That Nature summ'd in her, what she could do.
Whose Graces, through the World scarce fame had spread,
But greatest Princes, did their Courtships speed;
Ambitious of Alliance with her Crown,
Or in her Beauties to Espouse a Throne.
Whose Bright Attractions, with her Virtues joyn'd,
To highest wonder, ev'n her Foes inclin'd.
Wishing above all Conquest, they might gain
Her Loves Dominion, as their noblest Reign,
While for her State, she takes assiduous care,
How to prevent, the sad effects of War:
Which, but too lately, this Rich Isle did waste,
And, to the Princes, does wise Counsels haste.
Now, Albianus Court, the Scene must be,
For this so high Concern of Brittany:
[Page 6] VVith whom the Sages of each Crown did meet,
This deep Affair, most Prudently to Treat.
VVhere Vortiger, with Royal Glory came,
A Prince, so early made, the Pride of Fame;
That Natures Master-piece, in him alone
Had been Compleated, if to Fame unknown
VVere Albianus Praise, which gives her Story
From both these wonder, and yet equal Glory.
Their Persons like two Plants, the early Spring
With best Perfection, did to Ripeness bring;
Comely, as Youth, and Beauty met could show,
And no less Great, in Princely Virtues too.
The outward Complements Perform'd of State,
They deep Intregues, of Wars Rough Power Debate;
The High Concern of Crownes, whence Kings receive
Their Noblest safety; nor can Monarchs live
Mighty in Name, whom Mars does not Renown,
And Subjects from their Armes, Protection own;
[Page 7] Who soon will Judge, they Scepters weakly sway,
Except their Martial Power, their Foes obey.
Which Glorious End these Princes did Pursue,
Joyning the greatness of their Councels now.
While thus to Vortiger, Albianus speaks,
(Plac'd in due State) Oh dearest Prince, what makes
Foes thus Conspire, or can Heaven think it good
War longer should consume, our Countryes blood?
What do'st Import, Great Battels to have wonn
Gainst Scots, alass, who Fight us for the Sun?
Inforc'd by Nature, and their Colder soile,
To Sacrifice themselves to Wars fierce Toil.
Or, that more Lustful Power of Rome, we see
Wasted, though long our Fatal Enemy?
While its Bold Consul Ennius, now yields
T'Encamp in utmost Kent, and Quit close Fields;
If like a Tiger forc'd unto a Den
With Rage Recruited, he dares Prey agen.
[Page 8] What else does meane, that Num'rous Warlike Power
From Gaules now Landing, on our Kentish shore?
How will Bonduca's Soul, these Tydings hear,
If her Rich Province Kent, they seize by War?
And, her most Glorious City, London, be
The next Attempt, of their bold Tyranny?
Can Martianus with our Armes oppose
The Romans, joyn'd with our fierce Gallick Foes?
Who like an Island, plac'd in th' Oceans way,
May break strong Billowes, but not stop a Sea.
To which great Vortiger does thus Reply,
Wee'l soon Martianus, with our Ayds supply,
And make it more our Glory, still to Fight,
Romes Power, Assisted with a Borrow'd might.
Five dreadful Ages, Brittains Armes have stood
Its Bold Attempts, with dear expence of Blood.
Since Mighty Julius first her Eagles led,
Though here but hover'd, when the World they spread
[Page 9] As that great Soul of Honor, Blush'd to see
His Armes did it subdue, e'r Brittany:
And more its Mistress, Proud Rome Conquer'd too,
Made next his Slave, that first the World made so;
Dares then despised Ennius hope to Live,
And this Isle Lawes, from Roman Conquest Give?
Or with his Armes, here Glory to Maintain,
The smallest Relicks, Caesars Sword did gain?
What though Alvatrix, with his Gaules dos joyn
T' Assist their Eagles, our Prov'd Armes decline?
Effeminate Creatures, form'd by Clothes, and Words,
But soon will Fly, the Language of our Swords.
Or does Alvatrix, hope thus to Improve
His late Addresses, for Bonduca's Love?
Or thinks, her Virtues e'r can shaken be,
Though Rome to him, should Pander Victory?
But we delay our Active Armes too long,
Time calls, our warlike troops in Camps should throng;
[Page 10] With our Arm'd Chariots, that will Mow their way,
Through boldest Legions, Rome dares here Array.
Thus Vortiger, with great and sprightly Grace,
With this brave Prince, does Wars design embrace.
So fierce Achilles, added to the Flame
Of Greeks Incens'd, when to their Camp he came.
Nor did the Virtues, in these Princes met,
Which Nature did with highest care compleat,
More her Delight, than her vast Treasure show,
Who does on Mankind Graces so bestow,
That her Perfections still must different be,
Best pleas'd to Glory in variety.
In Vortiger, her Compositions were
Adorn'd with Graces, and a Soul of War;
In on-sets fierce, as Courage can express,
Quickn'd by Virtue, and its own Excess;
But Albianus, youthful heates less sway,
Whose sage Resolves, still guide brave Honors way:
[Page 11] Though in their Execution, Lightnings fly
Too slow, to keep his fierce Darts company.
While he with Warlike Vortiger Revolves
The Martial Conduct, of their high Resolves,
Fates swift Decree, which does even time surprise,
And oft prevents the Councels of the wise;
Unlook'd for Tidings, to these Princes speeds,
Nor shall Favonius, thy great Name and Deeds
Be less Renown'd, though to the pride of fate,
Thou didst Inglorious Deeds, of it relate.
Who does so variously Decrees dispence,
That Fortune seemes, the sport of Providence;
Swift had he Run, through Plains, and Pathless woods,
And almost breathless, swam Thames silver floods,
To scape pursuers, Like the Hart that tries
Most uncouth Tracts, when from the Chace he flies;
Thus he arrives, unto these Heroes sight,
His Vesture pierc'd with Piles as oft in fight,
[Page 12] He did such glorious markes, Receive from foes,
Nor did his flight his safety less expose,
Passing through showers of Piles, Romes Legion threw,
Whom, as these Princes did with wonder view,
Unto their anxious thoughts, a Respite take,
Before their Souls could give them leave to speak,
Too sadly Judging, that he now did come,
T' express some fatal Loss, by Powers of Rome.
To whom Favonius, panting did express,
Great is the Cause, Fam'd Princes, my access,
Does now surprise you; nor can fate decree
A peril, I'l not joy my Destiny,
If in Bouduca's cause, my death it give,
Though fame now tell, I flying her Foes live:
Heav'n witness, and you Stars, who late did see
Romes stoutest Eagles, by my Conduct flye,
Thrice, e'r the Sun did his Meridian gain,
But, I speak Conquest past; Alass! in vain,
[Page 13] Since great Bonduca's high Concern and aid,
Requir'd this dang'rous flight, I now have made,
Of whom I Crav'd, that mighty trust to bear
Unto you Princes, which your Warlike Care
Must soon imploy: But, happy had I fell
By Gaules and Romans, e'r these Tydings tell;
Or from my Lips, an Accent witness be,
Of this most famous Queens Calamity;
Whose Armes, though Warlike, Martianns led,
(Then whom no Brittish Chief gave Rome more dread)
In vain their Legions fought, R'enforc'd from Gaul,
Who, soon alass her Person may enthral:
Witness this day, when with its early dawn,
I saw our num'rous Foes 'bout London drawn,
Who did, like thickest Woods, at distance show,
While gentle Thames, in fear, did seem to flow;
His Stream beset, and every Pass possest,
Which, Londons danger, sadly have increast:
[Page 14] O! think brave Princes, what must be the Fate
Of this Black Day; or, What may Night compleat,
Approaching now? If, in her dismal houres
Our Foes assault this City, with their Powers;
And thus its Queen, and Glories, should possess,
To grace Rome's Triumph, and Gaules hop'd success;
Whil'st but to Heaven, and to your Warlike Power,
Onely remaines their safeties to Restore.
Thus he Relates; But, Who can judge the fire
That did these Hero's noble hearts inspire,
To aid this beaut'ous Queen? whose Person they
Fear, with her Kingdom, may become a Prey:
And, to Favonius, make this brave Reply,
'Tis time to Fight, if Martianus fly;
And thou, so great a Cheife, inforc'd to come,
Thus to relate success of Gaul, and Rome:
But, while the name of Brittain shall endure
With its choice Deeds, Fame shall thy worth secure:
[Page 15] Since, for Bonduca's cause, thou yield'st to live,
That we her Armes distress'd, relief might give;
Then Albianus does on him bestow
A stately Vest, and Richest Armour too:
While Vortiger presents him with a Steed,
Swift as the Wind, stout as the North did breed;
Next Arthur's Son, does his choice Captains call,
Corinus, Torringer, Androgeus, all
Fam'd in his Syres great Camp, for Wonders done,
And glory, now to serve his Warlike Son:
But Vortiger, who thought each minute slow,
Time now does wing until he fights this Foe;
Commands his Warlike Cheifs, a March to speed
Of his brave Powers; Whom, most approv'd, did Lead,
Clarinus, Troylus, with Darander, prais'd
For Deeds in War, Fame with Renown had blaz'd;
These soon Campaign a Num'rous Warlike Power
Of Troops, and Chariots, guided by the Flower
[Page 16] Of Brittish-Nobles, in which glorious Sphear,
The Princes, like Auspicious Stars, appear:
And now their Armies March, shrill Trumpets sound,
That Ecchoe, o'r th' Horizons utmost bound;
Which being done, they lead their Martial way,
And view great London the succeeding day.
The End of the First Canto.

The Second Canto.

FAme soon prepar'd her num'rous tongues, and eyes,
To blaze this March (the Worlds industrious spies)
Who, for her Glory, Mighty Deeds proclaime,
Nor is there Humane wonder exceeds fame;
With Men She lives, yet to Mankind unknown;
Though all Her Voices, from his Breath are blown,
Sometimes as loud, as Vulgar Clamors speaks,
As soon from Whispers, busie Rumors makes,
Various in Tongue, as Mankind is in thought,
Whose Secrets to her bold dispose, are brought:
Watches she sets on Kings, and Peoples Deeds;
Nor blushes, when inlarg'd their Acts, she spreads,
Falsehood, and Truth, she mingles in a breath,
And claimes Prerogative o'r Time, and Death:
[Page 18] A mighty Prodigy, her self creates,
And, by her Power, as soon annihilates:
The Worlds Deceiver, and its glory too,
Vertue can Raise, and it depress as low.
Too pronely Evil, whence she beares the name
Of that far-spreading mischief, Men call Fame.
Thus does my Muse, in this her story find
Fames highest Glories, with fates evils joyn'd;
While fate Bonduca's Vertues did oppose,
In Gaule, and Romes success, her mighty Foes
By Warlike Ennius, and Alvatrix led;
Who, round great London, had their Ensignes spread
Whose furious Expedition thither came,
As it surpriz'd, the hasty flight of Fame;
Having Martianus Powers, enforc'd to flight,
As he their Legions over-power'd did fight:
Until his stoutest numbers breathless lye,
T' oppose the Course of this stern Enemy;
[Page 19] And thus through Lanes of dead, had led their pow'rs,
Resolv'd t' assault great London, when nights houres
Should Midnight Count, and to both Poles extend
Her Sable Curtain, whose dark throne attend
Stars, that like Ushers move, to light her way,
While in the East, as if too early day
Had now surpriz'd her; or the Mornings Sphear,
By Phoebus into flames converted were,
In which, he'd rise, to threaten this bold Night;
When there prodigiously apear'd to sight
Vast Armies, moving on the smooth-fac'd-Skye,
Where flaming-Darts did seem from Foes to fly,
And brandisht Spears, against Spears, Fight maintain:
But, What's Heavens Sign? Can Warring Powers restrain?
Dr furious Mens Ambition; All things dare,
Who Heaven, too distant think, for them to fear:
Dr, that the strong, had right enough to take,
What could not be defended by the weak:
[Page 20] Which mighty evil, Antient Mankind saw,
Before they had acknowledg'd Rule, or Law;
But what the stronger, to the weak would give,
When every Man, to Man, a Foe did live;
Till their Disorder'd Safety did dispose,
Men, to submit to Governments they chose:
Whose Rulers soon taught them, they sought in vain
To curb themselves, and not their power restrain,
Who Nation against Nation could oppose,
Uniting Mankind to be stronger Foes.
Thus Gaul and Rome, this Islands Conquest sought,
Whom now to London their success had brought;
Which, by their Powers, this night must be opprest,
In the most usual hour of Humane Rest:
When, to indulge the dayes preceding care,
The tender Husbands their soft Wives endear;
While Cynthia did her palest Visage weare,
As if the Queen concern'd sh'ad shin'd in fear;
[Page 21] And for her stately City like to be
The saddest Scene of Infelicity:
Nor in great London many eyes had slept,
Till Foes Assaulted, such bold Guards it kept;
And, with a Bloody entrance seiz'd each Port,
As none knew where 'twas safest to resort;
Or, like to Men, whom hideous Dreames awake,
Think all at first, but fancies rude mistake,
And, in Amazement, hurry here and there,
Till nobler Sence does overcome their Fear:
Then, as from Sleep, surprized Trojans rose,
Boldly to Combat their successful Foes;
So here, the Brittains are enrag'd to Fight,
And soon out-doe the Stories of that Night:
What Heart can Judge, or Tongue the rage express,
That they oppose against their Foes success?
Least, all that's dear, be made Romes lustful Prey,
Or Gauls, far more libidinous than they:
[Page 22] Sometimes their Consorts Loves inspire their Armes;
Or else, their Virgin-Daughters beauteous Charms;
The Wonder of the World, and Natures Race!
Which, in their Sex, this Isle does chiefly grace;
Then, with what Armes this hasty time supplies,
They find the thickest of their Enemies:
Where some on naked Breasts their Darts receive;
Others want Arms, that wound for wound might give;
Yet still their num'rous Powers so assail,
As Fortune fears, this Vertue may prevail:
While boldest Troops of Romans now retire,
And Gauls, had well-nigh spent their onset Fire:
But, as the Sea, that rallies Wave on Wave,
Till, through some noble Fence, its Billows rave,
And then insults, upon some glorious Plain,
Next made the Conquest of the dreadful Main;
Thus are the Brittains, overwhelm'd with power,
In this so boyst'rous, and surprizing houre;
[Page 23] While, now of Fortune, all they seem'd to crave,
Is, that their Armes, their beaut'ous Queen may save:
To whose reliefe, the worthi'st lead the rest,
Before her Guards, by num'rous Foes opprest;
Which, to effect, convenient stations take,
Resolv'd, their Bodies shall her Bulwarks make:
Highly, did Ennius his fierce Powers Conjure,
To make their furious On-sets more secure;
Letting them know, how they'l oblige Great Rome
To see this City, and her Queen o'rcome:
While, with his Gaules, Alvatrix does Conspire
To act Hostilities by Rage, and Fire;
Hoping, these terrors will Bonduca shake,
Or, else by force, her long'd enjoyment take:
What hearts bùt Brittains, thus assail'd by Foes,
Could them, and such extremities, oppose?
Who scorn'd, all these their Valour should defeat,
Daring, in 'midst of Flames their Foes to meet:
[Page 24] And, in the dismal Ruines of this Flame,
Speaks antient hate, of Gauls, to Brittains Name:
Whose more Heroick Manners, did deride
The Formes, and Dress, of their Effeminate Pride.
And now, the Queen, from her Pavilion rose,
Allarum'd, by these dreadful Acts of Foes;
And, with a deep Concern, does hear the Cries
Of her lamented Subjects miseries:
Like some distrustful Shepheard, that does view
A Troop of Wolves, his harmless Flock pursue;
And, their distressed Lives cannot relieve,
Except some more than Mortal aid it give:
To Heaven her Prayers devoutly does address,
Imploring Stars to frown on their success;
Hoping, they hold no Councel to destroy
This City, Peopled from Renowned Troy:
But, if it must, (like that) to Ashes turne,
Then She does beg, it may be made her Urn;
[Page 25] And, not in her, the Blood of Brute inthral,
To guild the Triumphs of proud Rome, or Gaul:
And next reflects on Natures fonder care,
VVhich made her thus Illustrious, Great, and Fair,
VVishing, She saw with far less beaming eyes,
Than did Alvatrix fatally surprise:
Or, that her Cheeks did in pale furrows lie,
VVhich stain'd the Glories of the Evening-Skie,
Least this great City more unhappy be,
From the bright Charmes of her Sov'raignity:
Thus she laments; and what is her despair,
Since, now to live, is made her saddest fear;
Discerning well Alvatrix raging will:
Nor knows she how far Ennius may act ill,
VVho, covertly Bonduca did decree
The Prize, and Garland, of his Victory;
But from Alvatrix artfully does hide,
(The mock he means, to all his rage, and pride;)
[Page 26] And thus cajoles him; Thou Great Prince of Gauls!
Yet, more than Monarch, since Romes power, thee calls
Her honour'd Armes associate, to subdue
Brittain with her, and more, Bonduca too:
Whose tender heart, will force her to resign,
All that thy burning wishes can design,
If but now challeng'd: while, our Armes we see
Thus ready, to compleat bold Victory;
Though, it must lessen Cleopatra's fame,
While Rome dates triumph from this Womans Name;
Whose beauties, had but great Augustus seen,
His mighty Soul had with thee Captive been.
To which Alvatrix eagerly consents,
In hopes to Crown his furious Loves Intents:
Like some fierce Beast, that does his Rage allay,
With expectation of his long'd-for Prey:
And thus, a Summons to Bonduca speed,
That now was mounted on her graceful Steed,
[Page 27] And with her Glorious Presence vigor Charmes
Into her fainting Brittains Hearts and Armes;
VVho, from her Eyes, no Mournful drops must see,
That but now stream'd, for their Calamity:
Like beaming Morn, that had dispell'd Nights tears,
Her injur'd brightness with more lustre wears;
Then, a bold Herauld from great Ennius comes,
VVhose dreadful Badge declar'd him to be Romes:
And, to the Queens bright Presence had access,
VVho, in these tearms, his Message does express;
Great Queen of Brittain! Know, that I am come
To bid thee yield, unto the Power of Rome;
Least, this Fam'd City, by a Raging Flame
Consume to Ashes, with thy ruin'd Name:
VVhile Pity makes Great Ennius so far thine,
As he could wish, he might his Armes decline;
And, by a gentle Truce, soon make thee know,
Thou yield'st, to Conquer such a Mighty Foe;
[Page 28] VVho does, that value for thy Vertue, own,
That his success, he'd with Loves Triumph Crown.
This he delivers; while, a brave disdain
Adds to Bonduca's Cheeks, a Noble stain;
As Virgin-Honor kindles at the Name
Of some unwelcome and inglorious Flame,
And to this bold Demand, makes this return;
Rather, let me, and this Lov'd-City burn;
And, like another Carthage, fall to dust,
If, by Romes Power, Heaven has decreed it must:
Than e'r Bonduca, so degenerate prove,
As fear, shall fright her Soul, to welcome Love:
If, that the Consul, covertly intends,
Or fierce Alvatrix, with his rage contends;
But whensoe'r my Nuptials I bestow,
I'l not Court Rome, to take a Husband-foe:
Or, by that tye, unite my self to Gaul,
VVhose antient hate would Brittain more inthral:
[Page 29] What, though this fury does assault me now?
Yet, your great Master, may have more to do;
VVhile Arthur's Son, and Vortiger, remain;
VVhose Armes unconquer'd, Brittain will maintain.
And thus this Herauld back again is sent,
From whom, first Ennius sounds the Queens intent;
And then, unto Alvatrix, loud does Cry,
This VVoman's worth our Arms, and Victory:
That has a Soul, which Fortune dares Contemn,
And, in a Brittain, does a Roman seem:
Admire thou then the wonders of her Face!
I'l give her worth, within my Heart, a place.
But, e'r we Cool, let us again fall on;
That Rome may triumph, for this City won:
And, fair Bonduca, which, will add to fame
A Story lasting, as our Caesars Name.
This Speech Alvatrix highly did inflame,
To finish Conquest, and his Loves bold Claime;
[Page 30] VVhose Soul, each word Bonduca nam'd, had fir'd:
Not deeming, Love, the Consuls heart Inspir'd
VVith its soft Passion; whil'st they now renew
Their fierce assaults, this City to subdue;
And, angry fortune, had their way, far wrought,
Where Brittains, for their Queen, ev'n hopeless, fought:
VVho, with a deep Concern, had soon beheld,
How Rage, and Blood, her Subjects Arms compell'd:
VVhile she, her presence guides, where Darts most fly;
In hope, some one will swiftly bid her dye:
Though asking Heav'n Pardon, if now, she dares
Above her blushing Sexes, gentle fears;
That else, she apprehends may stubborn prove,
And yield her up, a Prey, to hated Love.
But Providence, that swayes the course of things,
Unlook'd-for-succour, to Bonduca brings:
Which, Vortiger and Albianus speed;
By bold Favonius, at this fatal Need:
[Page 31] Swift as Numidian Horse, these Troops had run,
To aid the Queen, and London almost won:
And, with their bloody toyls, had forc'd a way,
VVhere Gauls, and Romans, heap'd in dust now lay;
Recruiting thus, her Citties drooping force,
Like to some Bay, that stayes the Ocean's course,
VVhile Waves, against it, with vain fury beat,
And, as they rage, their swelling power defeat:
Mean while, Favonius to the Queen appeares,
VVho, like a Dewy Flower, had bath'd in tears,
Letting her know, the Princes soon will come
VVith potent force, to fight the Powers of Rome;
VVhom she then graces, with her Royal hand,
Granting her safety, does obliged stand
To his great Conduct; that could thus relieve
Her fainting Arms, and City succors give:
VVho, since Martianus was inforc'd to fly
Despair'd, that Armes could check Romes Victory;
[Page 32] That with such rage against her did conspire,
As London, soon had made but one great Fire;
And for the Princes, gently does express;
She can't but fear, their vertues great excess
May henceforth claime a gratitude so high,
That (but in will) she must ingrateful dye.
The End of the Second Canto.

The Third Canto.

ANd now, this Night that frown'd too long on day,
Morning-beams usher the Suns bright way,
VVho blush'd, to see how bold her houres had been,
T'afflict so fair, and virtuous a Queen:
But more than grievous, did appear this Night
Unto the Princes, that her Cause must Fight;
VVho, thought each minute of their March, too slow;
As if that time had onely loyter'd now;
And thus, with fam'd Celerity, they drew
Their Arms, where London's Towers salute their view,
Plac'd full of eyes, that greedily descry
This welcome Terror to the Enemy;
Nor did e'r City with more Merit Claime
Eternal Records, from the Tongue of Fame;
[Page 34] Than this, which, had unshaken stood extreams
Of Romes, and Gauls, conspiring force, and flames:
VVhich speaks, the brave Allegeance of those times;
Unpractic'd, in our late Rebellious Crimes:
VVhile Power, nor Faction, could Division sow,
But gladly Brittains fight, their Countreys Foe.
And thus resolv'd, the Princes Powers Campaign,
VVhere London did denominate a Plain,
That bore the marks of dreadful Battels fought,
Since first, proud Rome, this Isles great Conquest sought
Here, under heaps of Earth, did Heroes lie;
(The braver Foes, or Friends of Brittany)
VVhose memories want now Records from Fame,
To shew, Death can obscure the greatest Name:
And tells, how vainly Humane Powers contend,
That can inherit nothing, but their end:
Proving Deaths Scepter juster than our life,
Since, it divided Mortals, keeps from strife:
[Page 35] Nor, did the Earths vast surface ever bear
VVorthies like these, or Pow'rs, more fam'd in VVar;
VVhose shining fronts the generous Brittains fill'd
Captain'd by Nobles, in VVars Conduct skill'd,
By these, embody'd, burnisht Chariots, stand,
VVith dext'rous Guides, who their swift force Com­mand,
And, as these glorious Chiefs, do each array;
Phoebus thinks his less bright, that rules the day.
Then, thus to Vortiger, Albianus speaks;
Before our Battel further progress makes,
Let's well the Conduct of our Armes Consult,
And next, proceed to act its brave Result.
To whom, replies Couragious Vortiger,
Since we, (Great Prince) must for Bonduca VVar,
'Twere sin, to spend a minute more in words,
But what may add a vigour to our Swords:
Then, on a rising place, the Princes stand;
Inviron'd, by the Chiefs of their Command,
[Page 36] Attentive, leaning each upon his Spear,
VVhich shews, how great those Antient Counsels were:
With these, the Princes severally debate,
How best their Armes may serve the Brittain-State;
And, (what's more dear) th' afflicted Queen supply,
At once, with wish'd relief, and victory.
But, as they thus Consult, the Aire they view
Obscur'd with Clouds of Dust, which mounted, shew
Like Lybia's Sands, windes toss unto the sky;
Or, as there moving Armies Men descry,
When their fierce motions raise the fleeting Mold,
And day seemes ended, e'r they night behold:
Thus, here, through Clouds of Smoake, does break the sound
Of moving Armes, which, ecchoe from the ground
Their mighty hast; Nor do the Princes know,
Whether this swift approach did speak a Foe:
Until their trusty Scouts did them declare
Brittains, that did with Martianus War:
[Page 37] Who, to the Princes moves, before the rest,
Though now his Visage scarce himself exprest;
His aged face and hairs, disguis'd with blood,
Whose Valour had so bravely Foes withstood;
That fame, for ever must his worth display,
Surviving with this glory a Lost-day.
No sooner he salutes the Princes fights,
But, each, with him, streight from his Steed alights,
And with their hasty steps embraces give;
Rejoyc'd, to see him unexpected live:
To whom, (with due obeysance) he replies;
Fam'd Princes! What are now our destimes?
Since froward fate does thus our Armes oppose,
To gratifie our proud insulting Foes:
Happy had I been, if by Roman power
I'd dy'd, in my youths warmest heat, and flower;
When, under your great Fathers, first, I knew
To weild bright Arms, and Wars great Deeds pursue;
[Page 38] Then in my age, the Mock of Ennius be,
Whom, I in Kent besieg'd successfully;
Or, (What's more grievous) see, Alvatrix boast,
His fencing Gauls, o'recame a Brittish Hoast:
Though, while I these did for Bonduca War,
Hop'd with my Conduct, a propitious Star,
And not her Banners thus successless lead,
Beholding Romes before her City spread;
But, e'r they yet shall perfect their success,
Admit this utmost duty I'l express;
First, to attempt her Aid, through all extreames,
Or dye her Sacrifice, in London's Flames:
This, having said with a Pathetick Grace,
A stream of Tears falls down his Aged Face;
Who, (but in Honors Cause) permits these tears,
More than a Lover loves, his Soul endeares;
Then, Albianus this fam'd Captain takes
To his embrace, and thus obliging speaks,
[Page 39] Thou, Father of our Armes▪ and more than all,
Honor does most renown'd in Mortals call:
Repine not; 'tis thy glorious fate, to be
With Fortune, thus at virtuous enmity:
Or think, past Trophies, thou from Rome hast got,
While, Brittain bears a name, can be forgot.
My Warlike Sire, (Great Arthur) ost did name
Martianus, with his Chiefes of Noblest same;
Telling, what acts, were by thy valour done
In all those famous Battels he had won;
And, to his Son, thou shalt be still as dear
While I thy Counsels, and thy Dangers share;
Hoping to see thy Armes, Romes, yet subdue;
And, to thy aged Garlands, add more new:
Till then repine not, thou hast lost a Field,
Alass! thou didst, but to more numbers yield;
Which, Great Bonduca will her self confess,
Charging fate onely, with thy ill success:
[Page 40] While, for her sake, our force shall soon contend,
Who did with aid, Favonius, to her send:
By whose great Prowess, Rome, and Gaul, declin'd
Their dreadful Onsets, against London joyn'd,
And more, a Comfort in thy Heart impress,
That, these must fight us now, or yield success
Unto our Armes; which, in Bonduca's Cause
Must out-doe wonder, and to Rome give Lawes.
No less (Martianus) Vortiger endears,
Calling his Conduct, Soul of Brittish Wars;
And next, recounts those mighty deeds h'ad done,
When, late from Scots, and Picts, they Battels won.
Then, Martianus, (with this grace o'rcome)
Feeles noble Passion, gives his speech no room,
But to express, a glorious wish to dye,
If his life may promote their victory.
And now the Princes view his harrass'd force,
Which, had through roughest dangers fought their course;
[Page 41] His stately Ensignes with fierce Arrowes tore,
As scarce a mark remain'd of what they bore:
Then, in their Battel, these embody'd are,
Where, their great Chief, a high Command does bear;
Resolv'd, their Valours shall set London free,
With its fair Queen, from Roman Tyranny.
Soon had the wary Ennius perceiv'd
This City, by Favonius was releiv'd;
And, that thus near, the Princes Battels drew,
Highly resolv'd, to assail their Powers too:
He therefore, swiftly had his Army drawn
By dreadful Bodies, in this spacious Lawn,
The Brittain Forces for their Station took.
And thus, with furious eyes, on each now look,
Glad were the Brittish Heroes, to perceive
The time was come, their Foes would Battel give;
Whose Valours, did occasion so embrace,
As if their Souls were wing'd, in Honors Race;
[Page 42] While thus, to Royal Vortiger, does speak
Great Albianus; May we happy make
This day (Lov'd Prince) in which we see Romes power
Spread their Battallions here, this welcome hour,
That Courts our Armes, such Honor to atcheive;
As may this antient City now relieve;
If, Heaven to Brittain, glory, does decree;
We shall Bonduca aid successfully,
And teach her foes, the Guilt of their bold sin,
Who thought their force enough, her soul to win:
How has her virtues, these unshaken stood?
When Ennius, forc'd his way by Flames, and Blood;
And fierce Alvatrix, did that dread improve,
Threatning, to Crown by force, his burning love:
But, e'r that Gaul shall boast so fair a Prize,
Let us resolve, to fall her Sacrifice;
And dye this Plain with Blood, if that can be
A meritorious cause of Victory:
[Page 43] Then sprightly Vortiger, at this, darts beams
That spoke the vigour, of his Martial Flames,
Which, at Bonduca's Name, his breast inspires,
As lightning, breakes from Clouds, imbosom'd fires:
And thus, to Albianus does express,
I'l welcome Death, if fate denyes success;
Nor, shall my Soul, be in this Body borne
A living Witness, and this Island mourn:
This day if lost, 'tis just that Princes fall;
When their sad Countrey, keeps its funeral:
Nor shall Bonduca's vertues e'r reprove
My valour, to want merit for her Love;
Since in her cause, if I make Death my own,
My end, shall then add Glory to my Throne:
Then Arthur's Son a Supreme station takes,
Whence, to his Militants and Cheifs, thus speaks;
Fellows in Armes, the wish'd for time is come,
To end, this Islands long-made-War with Rome;
[Page 44] And, needless 'twere, to tell you of the cause,
Since Rome, and Gaul, by th'Sword would give us laws:
Or thence infer, how your rich Countrey, may
With Wives, and Daughters, soon become their prey:
This were, from fear, to bid you now to fight,
When, Native Valour does enough excite
Our Brittish blood, which, though 'tis bred so near
The Northern Pole, was ne'r yet chill'd by fear.
Let Romans then, their Oratories spend
To raise their duller Legions, to contend.
Enough, we see the Foes, that we must fight;
And not from words, our hearts to Armes invite;
At this, loud shouts of Joy do fill the Plain,
Which shake the Earth, where Roman Powers Cam­pain,
The usual Custom of this Martial-Isle,
When they embrace, Wars most renowned toyl.
No less, the Consul Ennius does take care
To make this day, the Glory of his VVar;
[Page 45] His force, with Romes best Conduct, now array'd;
That oft, had Monarchs, their great Captives made,
Then in Magnan'mous words (the use of Rome
T'incite their Militants to overcome)
He thus begins, Lov'd Souldiers! if that we
Deserve by arms the worlds Sov'ráignity,
Since, our Renowned City Deify'd
Her Scepter'd Romulus, for deeds atchiev'd
By glorious Arms, whose Capitol yet stands
Fill'd with our Trophies, won from Conquer'd Lands,
Where Mars is Templ'd, with his fellow Gods,
Pleas'd, to convert our Swords, into their Rods,
And next to their Divinity, allow
The Earths Dominion, to our vertue, due:
Let not this day then, our fam'd power beguile,
That oft has harrass'd this so potent Isle,
Though Nature, joyn'd with Mighty Neptunes hand,
To sever't from the world, (Romes wide Command)
[Page 46] Yet, could not our Renowned Julius stay,
Who, sought ont Conquest, wheresoe'r it lay;
And by our prowess, ages since maintain'd
The Noble Relicks, here, his valour gain'd:
We have the Legions still, from him were nam'd,
The Tenth most lov'd, with all the rest as fam'd,
They were but Romans then, as we are now,
If we their virtues but inherit too,
How will the world, our warlike Eagles dread?
If still this Isle remains unconquered,
When to our shames it shall recorded be,
One dayes Pharsalia, forc'd Romes liberty,
Nor are their Conducts, worthy of our fears,
Though Albianus joyns with Vortigers,
Infants in Arms, while I their Fathers fought,
And thence great triumphs, to our Empire brought,
You saw to us, Martianus Powers gave way,
Think that a sign, of a more signal day,
[Page 47] Since he, the aged Captain of their Hoast,
Has prov'd how dear our Conflicts with him cost,
While London, that our fierce assaults withstood,
Will then be yours, without expence of blood,
And, with its riches, pay your Martial toyls,
Yielding their matchless Queen, to grace our spoyls.
Thus speaks great Ennius, while the Prince of Gaul,
Does on his Chiefs, with furious vigour call,
Letting them know, what honor will accrue
To Rome, and Gaul, if Britains they subdue,
And that the Cause their hearts may more excite,
Tells them Revenge, and Love, does bid him fight,
Whence, fond Bonduca, shall repent disdain,
If by their Armes, they Conquest this day gain.
Nor did the ill, of their Intentions, fright
These from imploring heav'n, to ayd their might;
Whose ear the ambitious by design abuse,
And call that Providence, which first they chuse,
[Page 48] Thus superstitious hopes their Priests express,
Who (from above unlicens'd) speak success,
Which proves how bold with heaven such dare to be,
That for their ends will arm Divinity;
Loud had the Gauls their Clamours upwards sent,
While soothsaying Romans, had their eyes intent
On Ravens, Vultures, and such birds of prey,
As follow Armies, for a bloody day;
One sees an Eagle stoop, that soar'd as high,
As the expanded airy Regions lie,
Seeming to Court his figure, which was spread
In that rich Ensign, by the Consul led,
This their Diviners, soon conclude must be
A happy Omen of their victory:
As Nature, oft from things of meanest sence,
Confounds mans vainer search of Providence;
And thus encourag'd, think each minute slow,
Untill they fight their warlike British foe;
Whose fierce Battalion, Romes confronting stands,
Resolv'd to act, their mighty Chiefs Commands.
The End of the Third Canto.

The Fourth Canto.

LOud did the various Instruments of warre,
The dreadful time of Battel now declare,
Musick the brave delight, and oft inspires
The tim'rous hearts and ears with Martial fires,
Thus British Trumpets, and Romes Cornets sound,
Their piercing Clamours Ecchoes did rebound
Which distant hills, and sounding valleys take,
Mounting the furious noise to skies they make,
Then forlorn hopes, their dreadful onsets speed,
VVhich for the Princes, did Darander lead,
A. hardy Chief, whose Prowess bore a Name
In Arthus Camp, so much renown'd by Fame.
As fierce a Leader had Romes Consul chose,
His daring onset boldly to oppose;
[Page 50] Hoping success would on his side begin,
Since valour's ne'r too late, that last must win.
Quick as a thought, incounter now these Foes,
Or burst on each, as kindled clouds dispose
Their swiftest lightnings, when the North or East,
Send forth their flames, to combate with the West.
Then do their more important bodies move,
Hoping this Prowess nobly to improve;
Though from the first Incounters, judg to pay
The dearest cost of a victorious day.
And thus the Princes forces swiftly lead,
Where Roman Pow'rs their dreadful Eagles spread;
While from their Standards their great figures show,
With fair Bonduca's Scepter'd Image too.
O'r whom a glor'ous Canopy is plac'd,
Like guilded Clouds with morning beams are grac'd;
To whose bright Figure All devotion pay,
As Stars are courted for a prosp'rous day.
[Page 51] By whom within this Standards mighty Frame,
Are lively imag'd, such past Kings did fame
Each Royal Lin'age, with their Battels fought,
Since first Dominion Trojan Brute here sought.
And here the Romans to their dread behold
Victor'ous Battels, Brittains fought of old;
With their great Chiefs, and warlike Consuls slain,
That Ages toyl'd in blood, this Isle to gain:
Thus fam'd Cassivellans stern Power does stand,
Confronting Romes Great Julius high Command;
And as their Bodies joyn, here singly fight,
Whence Caesar, and his Power, submit to Flight.
Then Theomantius, Cunoblin the Bold,
With Coelus story'd are, Kings dearly sold
Their Brittain Conquests; more my Muse could name,
But these enough denote this Isles past Fame.
This great Device a Sable Field display'd,
In which a monstrous Dragon's breathless lay'd;
[Page 52] Who through his Jaws had gloomy poysons sent,
Like blasts, that Aetna's fiery Bowels vent:
Next whose vast bulk, did gasping Gyants lye,
Great as our Antient Stories History;
Their beamy Spears, couch'd by each owners side,
Whence crimson streams the burthen'd earth had dy'd.
O'r whom in Triumph mighty George does shew,
Whose Prowess these, and that huge Serpent slew;
Though hence our Copies faintly now express,
Some glor'ous Reliques of this fam'd success.
While from our Crown his day receives a Name,
The high, and sacred Record of his fame;
Which tells enough, his Deeds were great, and more,
Than e'r had Brittish Blood renown'd before.
Opposing this from a vast Banners height,
Was seen Romes then known Caesars Martial sight:
His Portraiture, in Purple stately plac'd,
With all past Trophies that Great Name had grac'd.
[Page 53] These vast Triumphant Char'ots stately drew,
And Conquer'd Kings, but their rich Lackeys shew;
While Rome her Superstitions to express,
Figures Divinely, Altars in their Dress.
Before which Eastern Monarchs prostrate lye,
Forc'd to adore this bold Divinity;
Their choicer Incense, spent as common smoak,
And in their Gems, now shackl'd, mourn their yoke.
Here dext'rous Parthians yield their wounding Bows,
Born with their Quivers in triumphant Shows;
There Gauls; and Germans quit their mighty Swords,
While Brittish Armes fight these Imperial Lords.
From which high Signals these fierce Battels joyn,
With all the spacious wings, that each confine;
Who, as rough waves, now one another force,
Which tydes, and winds opposing, fight their course.
Like matchless Rivals, Brittains Chiefs contend,
Which shall most Foes to death by Prowess send;
[Page 54] And from their Princely Leaders Patterns take,
How each may more renown'd, their valours make.
With fierce Darander bold Carinus vyes;
With Torringer, Clarinus bravely tryes,
How to repress their death-despising Foe;
As far does Troylus, and Androgeus go.
Then Vortiger, through wings of mighty Horse,
Conducts his Troops, a bold victorious course;
Where fierce Alvatrix did his Gauls array,
And like to lightning, force their speedy way.
Which soon the Gallick onset heat had tam'd,
Which makes their Passion more than valour fam'd;
Whose first Assaults, than Manhood more express,
And but resisted, Women force not less.
On these the Brittains constant virtues gain,
That Wars encreasing fury still maintain;
As if for Mars alone their Tempers were,
Whose highest dangers can't impress their fear.
[Page 55] With like success, Martianus put to flight,
The other wing, where hardy Romans fight;
As for his late defeat they now must pay
The Expiations of this Bloody Day.
But Romes vast Body yet unshaken stands,
Ribb'd by prov'd Legions, and Triarian Bands;
That oft had taught the worlds stern Pow'rs to fly,
Or else had dar'd them, foot to foot, to dye:
Hence darken'd was the Air by Mists of Pyles,
While clouds of Arrows shew the Brittains Toyles;
VVhich Roman Targets loaded now did beat,
As they in Helmets did their Jav'lins wear.
Soon Albianus had this Body fought,
And in the thickest dangers Ennius sought;
Who in a well-form'd Posture does receive
The wounds, and terrors, which his on-sets give:
As a tall Oak with shiver'd limbs does stand,
Towring his head against the winds Command;
[Page 56] 'Till his strong bulk more powerful blasts do cleave,
And Avenues for their rough passage leave:
Thus rooted seems this Body, whose bold fight
The Consuls lofty Conduct does incite;
Hoping by these to save his mighty fall,
And each Centurions furious aid does call.
Recounting how their Julius Caesar stood
The Nervian Armes, when Rome had spent more blood;
As ev'n its Nation, in that day were lost,
Hoping this will, as dearly Brittains cost.
VVhat though our Wings, (now imp'd with Gauls) do fly
That cann't from Romans learn to stand, and dye?
Let not your Eagles their Example take,
VVhile here your Armes may such a Quarry make.
And now these Bodies do so closely meet,
That arme with arme, encounters, feet with feet;
Scarce having space their wounding swords to sway,
As both sides seem, fierce wrastlers for the Day.
[Page 57] Here Chief with Chief, by wond'rous deeds contend,
Which shall receive from each a blody end;
There num'rous Militants their force imploy,
Who most heroick shall a Foe destroy.
Then Albianus with stupend'ous might,
Forces this strong Battal'ons dreadful fight;
As from the North a mighty whirlwind blowes,
Breaking defences its high rage oppose:
Some by his Steed are trampled to the ground;
Others his stately Spear gives deaths last wound;
Or on its point does toss them out his way,
And thus kills such his arme disdains to slay.
While this high act, his bolder Troops pursue,
As waves in crowds through narrow breaches flow,
Until the Seas swift pow'r more room does gain,
And leads its battail'd billows o'r the Plain.
To wide this entrance, Brittish Chariots speed,
Which bold Corinus did to wonder lead;
[Page 58] Whose furious motions Roman Pow'rs confound,
And seem like thunder, rowl'd in clouds to sound.
VVhose furious speed no strength of Foes could stay'
Not if the Grecian Phalanx, their swift way
Had with Romes Powers oppos'd, or Punick Might,
Whose Rankes with Elephants, were lin'd in fight,
Fix'd to their Axes, mighty Sithes that Mow
Their way through Legions, nor by them a Foe,
Entirely dies, some limbes, from limbes divide,
Others Men sever, who in halfes here dy'd.
No less the Cavalry, their fight annoys,
VVhose Horse, as variously their Force destroyes,
Amazing Foes, with their strange way of fight
Sometimes out-driving Winds, or in their Flight
Quick as a Thought, Amongst their Foes could stay'
And thence, make Glorious Sallies for the day,
Which being done, as nimbly they retreat,
And on their loaded Teams in order meet;
[Page 59] Whence as they drive, they each way Arrows send,
Missing no mark, their dextrous aims intend,
This way of fight, if we may credit Fame;
With Trojan Heroes to this Isle first came:
By which their Prowess wonders had atchiev'd,
Though scarce so great, as this day Brittains did.
And thus amaz'd, the Romans had beheld
Their mighty Pow'rs, by these fierce drifts o'rwhelm'd;
While Albianus in each on-set won,
Such fam'd success, as their best Legions run.
Yet now Heroick grief does wound his breast,
To see Foes dye, thus bravely did resist;
And Princely mourns the Price this Day had cost,
As he beholds such warlike Brittains lost.
How will the harmless Tillager complain
In after Ages, of this dismal Plain?
VVhen limbs of Heroes, shall affright his toyles,
And his encrease enricht from bloody spoyles?
[Page 60] VVhile Romans hence record a fatal Day,
As when they bled at lost Pharsalia;
Or left Great Crassus for a Parthian Boast,
VVith all the Glories of his yielding Hoast.
More to encrease their terrors, does appear
The bold Favonius, whom Bonduca here
Had sent with stout Reserves of London Horse,
Who their broke Pow'rs, with renew'd slaughters force
And Royal Vortiger does now return,
VVith warlike Martianus, whose hearts burn,
To finish Conquest on the Body too,
As they did gloriously the Wings pursue,
VVhile Phoebus Radiant Chariot had possest
The setting Evening Glories of the VVest,
And nights black Curtain vail'd the guilded sky,
As Brittish Armes determin'd Victory.
This Instant well the subtle Ennius knew,
Must something aid his past misfortune too;
[Page 61] Who now his broken Pow'rs retreating fights,
And, to his Camp in Kent, conducts their flights.
Like to some Lion, that too bold did prey,
Fears next his courage might himself betray;
And weary'd with his furious toyles, does then
Retiring, seek his advantageous Den.
The End of the Fourth Canto:

The Fifth Canto.

NOw Fate, that waited on this Bloody Day,
Sees cloudy night, new tragick Scenes display;
Whose fierce confusions ev'n my Muse affright,
That like some Virgin, fears sad Tales of night.
Such dreadful dangers, we may well suppose,
Befel her much-lov'd Britains from their Foes;
Who beaten thus, unconquer'd seem to flie,
And deaths return, as they retreating dye.
While Stars in haste their several stations take,
And in their Sphaeres new Trepidations make;
Fearing removes for every Heroes fall,
And thus disorder'd, their bright Councils call:
The wandring Glories to the Ecliptick run,
There to advise, without their Lord the Sun;
[Page 63] In whose bright stead, refulgent Mars does shine.
His Rayes inthron'd, on heavens Meridian line,
Who thus begins, To me, you Planets know,
Belongs the fate of Martial Powers below;
Nor will our Soveraign Light his beams convey,
In Wars Decrees, but lets my influence sway.
Not though the world is quickned by his rayes.
And time supported in its aged dayes;
Whence Mortals live, and tell their happy hours,
But own their greater Glories from my Powers.
Nor do those Regions Phaebus Tracts confine,
Betwixt the Tropicks, and more burning Line;
Heroes produce, to execute my flame,
So oft, as where rough Boreas sounds his Name.
Of these my Aspects have fierce Romans fam'd,
Who but this Isle, the warring VVorld have tam'd;
Giving their Stories leave to boast, that I
Begot their first Heroick Majesty:
[Page 64] And shall to these now British Armes give Law,
Or, I, (their God ador'd,) my beams withdraw;
And not assist their Conduct, while I see
Their brave Retreat deserves yet victory.
This said, the rest their brighter sense convey
From orb, to orb, by mingling each a ray;
VVhich Venus craves, she may to Mars express,
And thus begins to him her soft Address.
Great Star of Glory, if my Gentler shine,
Or those lov'd Aspects I have had with thine,
Oblige thy influence, let it befriend
These British VVorthies, with Great Romes contend.
Nor can it be, but glory to thy Name,
To crown success, where virtue makes such claim;
And let not Mortals think they merit more,
Than we repay, or justly they implore.
Enough have Romans a bold havock made,
Five bloody Ages, since they did invade
[Page 65] This Isle, where Nature breeds such souls for warr,
And women, that our lusters may compare,
For whose fair sakes, behold I often sought,
With trembling beams to thee, as these still fought;
VVhile Cynthia did, (as now) her visage shrowd,
And but by Peeps, beheld thee from a cloud.
Vowing by her best influence, that she
In no Eclipse, felt such extremity;
As when she late beheld Bonduca's woe,
For which she wears some spots unseen till now.
This said, Great Mars salutes her with a beame,
And thus replies, Thou Star of Loves soft flame,
Think not thy Intercession I'll despise,
Who art the brightest Glory of our skies;
A higher Providence than our Decrees,
Has hitherto led Roman Victories;
I know full well our Aspects but incline,
Though of great Natures Causes, most divine.
[Page 66] Nor shall my Rayes to Britains partial prove,
Whose valour equal with thy Beams I love;
To Gemini my Orb shall wander now,
Thy lov'd Ascendant, and this Islands too.
This done, the rest to happy Aspects glyde,
By Tracts, till this stupendous night untry'd,
While Venus does her soft Conjunction joyn,
With Mars his Sphaere, to court his gentle shine.
Oft had the Romans with enraged sense,
Invok'd Heav'ns more auspicious influence;
Wondring that it should lend a glimmering eye,
T'inlighten Britains, while their Powers do fly.
Then does fierce Ennius bid his Soothsayers waite;
What they can gather from decrees of Fate;
Or where no ominous Raven croaks this night,
That Romans now, their bold Retreatings fight.
His Brandisht Spear then upward does extend,
Whence great refulgent Mars his beams does send;
[Page 67] Asking whe'r hee'l a shining witness be,
Whilst British Arms force Roman Pow'rs to flye?
Or if bright Venus shall oblige thy Beams,
Acquaint her, that I yield to Loves soft flames;
And though I Britains fight, Bonduca love,
If that her kinder influence may improve.
Now had Alvatrix rally'd from their flight,
Great Troups of Gauls, to ayd the Consuls fight;
Who now would seem to banish their swift fear,
And with new eager fury Britains dare.
Hoping the days past toyls would faint their Powers,
Or fate oppose them, with nights dismal hours;
Thus does this Chief inflame their hearts and arms,
Not judging Ennius felt Bonduca's charms:
Or as his Rival now, fights Loves cause more,
Than to triumph for Romes victorious Power.
Though from this Gaul he subt'ly does conceal,
What time, or prosp'rous leasure best reveal.
[Page 68] Closely their foes pursu'd had Britains fought,
As their retreats to bloody halts are brought;
While Romes great Chief by bold degrees does fly,
Leaving the Earth behind a crimson die.
Whose ripen'd Harvest with rude hoofs they tread,
That Ceres mourns, the blessings she had bred;
And thinks that Nature vainly does provide,
To nourish men so full of hostile pride.
Or that the world, so largely by her blest,
Should not have room for humane Pow'rs to rest;
Who like the foes of Nature, still must be
Contending, to usurp her Monarchy.
Thus Heav'n incens'd, does cloud this dreadful night;
While Stars, (as dimmer Tapers,) lend their light;
Whence fierce Confusions to each side accrue,
And as they seek out Foes, their friends pursue
The British Ensignes, mixt with Romans stay,
And thus in bloody Mingles both sides slay;
[Page 69] Experienc'd Chiefs, not knowing where to guide,
While ev'n their ranks their fighting foes divide.
Each generous Steed, that did undaunted bear
His Heroes burthen, tramples now in fear;
Lest on some Masters friend, his steps should tread,
And thus by wary snorts discern the dead.
While some, that had their valiant burthens lost,
Charge wild revenges on each mighty Hoast;
Whose nimble Fury does the wind out-flye,
And where Spears thickest range, Assailants dye.
Others (from noble sense, that Nature gives
This Creature, which for Man so usefull lives;)
Find out their Owners Corps, and lick them o're,
In hope their balmy breaths may life restore.
Wishing their burthens they might bear again,
And in their eager mouths rejoyce their Rain,
That foes might death receive from their bold Seates
And thus their mournful sense laments their fates.
[Page 70] No less disorder'd, from these dark mistakes,
Each British Chariot dreadful conduct makes;
Whose Guides to unknown Tracts commit their way,
As Pilots steer an unacquainted sea.
While these, like vessels furious winds annoy,
With boistrous meetings do themselves destroy;
And tackl'd thus to one another, glide,
Till their rough speed does rent them side from side.
Some from their warlike seats their guides hurle down,
And thus to many fatal ends are known;
While others their bold fury to restrain,
Are drag'd to deaths, as they still grasp their rain,
More to encrease the terrors of this night,
The British Princes had pursu'd the fight,
So bravely home, as many in their Hoast,
Conclude them, in these clouds of danger lost.
Yet in these perils, such wise conduct show,
As thence their soes receive their greatest blow;
[Page 71] While Albianus Armes, bravely relieve,
Undaunted on-sets Vortigers do give.
Nor do these toyls their pretious bodies bear,
Detain the Expedition of their care;
Who think it sin, a bleeding wound to stay,
Until by victory they win delay.
Esteeming blood, (where life it self does stream,)
Too cool a vent, for warrs high feavers flame;
Which man must spend, as Natures noblest Purge,
VVhen Honour, (the Souls Crisis,) does it urge.
Sometimes, their Steeds declin'd) on foot they lead,
To make their Foes the Infantry more dread;
As soon the Cavalry with ayd supply,
Or else with these to them in succours fly.
Thus dismal errors they repair of night,
Heading their Britains with successful fight;
VVhile now they seem to want no other star,
Since these Illustrious Guides their Conducts are.
[Page 72] But Albianus, that with grief had weigh'd,
How nights mistakes, the dayes past conquest stay'd;
Although the Britains, with couragious toyls,
Ravisht from Fortune her unwilling smiles:
Like some great Chief, that would his conduct make,
Above what it, or daring Foes can shake;
With warlike Vortiger consults the State
Of their success, and Romes approaching fate.
From whom the British Chiefs Commands receive,
Which their bold onsets a wise respite give;
Whose Bodies rally'd, they embattail'd stand,
To force the glory of their joynt Command.
Mean while, the wary Consul led his Flight
In scatter'd Bodies, aided by the night;
Whose cloudy vail does expedite their way,
Imploring Phaebus to hold back the day;
Lest British Powers should now behold they fly,
And not like Romans, boldly stand, and dye;
[Page 73] Which Vann of fear, the wav'ring Gauls now lead,
As Wolves, their fury spent, to covert speed,
Oft had Great Ennius's undaunted Soul,
Try'd how his valour might their fears controul;
Wishing that he could look his Forces dead,
Who palely yield, to quit their warlike head.
Revolving next, How he for love had fought,
And in Bonduca Roman glory sought;
Charging injustice on his Fate to doom
His Arms defeat, and not his Love o'recome.
While by an open voice, and impious flame,
Alvatrix curses Stars, and Heaven's great Name;
Wishing that they might ne'r more glory own,
But as close Mourners to the world be shown;
That yield no Beam, which does success bestow,
Rendring Bonduca's Conquest hopeless too:
Whom, (as a Prize of War,) he hop'd to win,
And make his Sword, the Champion of his sin.
[Page 74] He raging thus, the Consul strives to make,
His furious heat some temp'rate thoughts partake;
Letting him know, that if with Rome [...]
He must unmov'd the strokes of [...] [...]
Or else from Roman Heroes learn to die,
Who Fate o'rcame in spight of Victory;
Letting Gods see, how they frail life despise,
That with their hands themselves could sacrifice,
Nor shalt thou want example in me too;
When brave Despair shall bid me Fate subdue:
Thy heart is smitten with Bonduca's Beams,
And I both pity, and admire thy flames.
But we may yet this fatal loss repair,
While Rome, and Gaul has warlike Succours near;
Which by my conduct, and some wise delay,
Shall Brittish Arms with greater loss repay.
This said; their Powers disorder'd flight they guide,
Where woods, and gloomy tracts their dangers hide:
[Page 75] And thus arriv'd their Camp, in furious hast;
As Phaebus morning Beams salute the East:
This Camp long stood a Fortress of Romes fame,
And from Great Julius, bore Rhutupia's Name;
VVhen first in blood he waded to this shoar,
And gave Kent glory, to oppose his Power.
Hither the Princes soon direct their course,
Circling these mighty Ramparts with their force;
VVhile now their Foes by Arms no further dare,
But in this Fortress would prolong despair:
VVhich vast defence Albianus next surveys,
And Vortiger, inflam'd to onset, stayes;
Bidding him see, as their success now stood,
'Twill be compleated with small loss of blood.
Nor needs their force to win, what Foes must yield,
If we, but as Besiegers, keep the Field;
And make the wanton Gauls, and Romans feel
Famine, (their Riots hate;) in stead of steel.
[Page 76] This sage resolve the Brittish Chiefes imbrace,
And next the Princes Martianus grace,
With supream Conduct, bidding him pursue
The streights of War, and Foes that way subdue.
VVhich great Command with joy his soul receives,
Blessing Heaven now, his aged hours reprieves;
To see Rome thus reduc'd in shame of Fate,
That his brave Arms perversly did defeat.
And next, they grace their warlike Chiefs bold toyles,
Rewarding their high deeds with bounteous spoyles;
Their valours from Romes pompous Powers had won,
Which being with loud Acclamations done,
Tow'rds London then a stately March they lead,
Their Arms from Foes, with its fair Queen thus freed;
And with her gracious Councils there decree
How to improve this mighty Victory.
The End of the Fifth Canto.

The Sixth Canto.

AS this fam'd Progress these great Hero's take,
Blaz'd by the hasty flights, that rumours make;
Who thus to London with swift joyes resort,
And fair Bonduca with glad tydings court.
To whom our Princes now their Journey hast,
Grieving its stately order time should wast;
Each wishing first, their joyes, and deeds to tell,
That gladly would to her in worth excel.
Whose Grace, and Beauty they discourse, the while
Times tedious minutes softly to beguile;
And so concern'd, her bright attractions name,
As if they burn'd, e'r they approach'd the flame.
Not long the Sun left his Meridian line,
His Ev'ning Hemisphaeres bright course to shine;
[Page 78] But these great Heroes London Towers behold,
That out-shin'd Parian works, adorn'd with Gold.
Such Architects, (if Fames Records speak true:)
Did then this Cities stately Structures shew?
Which by times hand in ruines lie forgot,
VVhose choicest Copies its own Pencils blot.
More near approach'd, they Glor'ous Troops descry,
That soon declare Bonduca's Presence nigh;
Which the choice Flower of Brittish youth compleat,
In whom the Charms of Mars, and Venus meet.
Favonius does their shining Leader come,
Glorious, in Londons late Conflicts with Rome;
Where he by dangers did the Queen relieve,
For which, high praise to him the Princes give:
Next Brittish Nobles of Illustrious Race,
In War renown'd, or Publick Councils grace;
Here to the Queen their great Attendance pay,
While she, the glory of this mighty Day,
[Page 79] Rides on a Snow-white Steed, Nature design'd,
The lovely wonder of his beauteous kind;
Whom richest Trappings to his feet adorn,
More pleas'd by him this glorious Guide is borne;
Raising his lofty Crest with stately pride,
Each step he takes, her gentle hand does guide.
And next the Virgin Beauties of her Crown,
(As Waiting Graces) circle near her own;
Who like some Gemm in studs of Jewels set,
Does their bright lusters from her own compleat.
Whose Robes, though splendent, shew their frail excess,
Whom Nature in her choice Attires did dress;
That Art her Beauties fruitlesly adorn,
As what can deck the glorious Spring, or Morn.
And thus appears the Presence of this Queen,
With such amazement, by the Princes seen;
As they a while by deepest wonders speak,
How much her lusters their impressions make.
[Page 80] Who now, as guilty of a beauteous fear,
That Love from her bright charms should darts pre­pare;
Stayes with a blush, before she can express,
How much she joyes their Presence, and success.
And thus with gracious modesty begins,
What Heaven inflicts on our Foes impious sins,
The means great Princes in your valour's shown,
Which Brittain must eternally renown.
What! (but your Conduct,) Romans could subdue,
Who made the World their fatal Conquests rue?
And harrass'd long our Countrey by Wars toyles,
Triumphing with our captive Kings, and spoyles?
Or what could eager Gauls, (we more abhorre;)
Have thus reduc'd, but that you led our war?
To which my Crown, and more my self I owe,
Redeem'd from Ennius, and Alvatrix too.
This said, the Princes, by apt words declare
How much they joy their Conduct in this warr,
[Page 81] Reliev'd her City, and what's valu'd more,
Oblig'd her Virtues, they so much adore:
Which must for ever live upon her Name,
And from her Glory, give her Sex a Fame;
VVhom Foes unconquer'd by their Armes did prove,
And what is more their Fate, despiz'd their Love.
And as great Victors to some Shrine address
The Spoils, and Trophies of their fam'd success;
Thus to the Queen they conquer'd Glories vow,
And make Loves Zeal, Faiths sacred Rival too.
Here Gums Arabick Trees in drops distill,
As common liquors vastest measures fill;
With heaps of Silk of choicest Tyrian Dye,
That deck'd their Tents, and Beds of Ivory.
Next these, huge Carkanets of Gems betray
The Jewel'd Tributes, which the East did pay;
Who, as Romes Slaves, their bowell'd wealth explore,
And drown for Pearls, that pav'd their conquer'd Shoar.
[Page 82] Which, as if Nature had her Treasures glean'd,
Or else the Earth alone, for Rome maintain'd;
Threatn'd to ruine her luxurious store,
And with the subdu'd world, her self keep poor.
The Queen with wonder having view'd these spoils;
Highly renowns the Princes matchless toils;
And thinks this present, at their valours price,
Too much the glory of her Sacrifice.
Then from her Steed, with gracious ease descends,
And to each Prince, a hand (first kiss'd) extends;
By whom she's to her stately Chariot brought,
That curious hands, with labour'd cost, had wrought,
Her seat betwixt these Heroes there she takes,
And with her lusters such impression makes;
As if Lights Orbe contracted in her face,
And this, the Chariot of the Suns bright Race.
T'wards London thus, she with these Glories Rides,
'Twixt whom, her grace, and words, she so divides;
[Page 83] As if even Natures Power she could out-doe,
And with one Soul, supply'd the gifts of Two.
Sometimes the Princes gently does Intreat,
Their wondrous deeds, and dangers to relate;
As if she'd Honor give Perpetual Themes,
Or yield Love glorious means, to charm his Flames.
And thus arrives her City, where no State
Is wanting, can magnificence compleat;
Whose stately Orders solemn duties pay,
To speak the joy, and splendor of this day.
Pass'd through these streets (with Flowers & Garlands hung,)
Where eyes in windows croud, and People throng;
This Royal Presence, with glad hearts to view,
Wishing some one of these their Queen may woo.
Then with these Hero's she ascends a Throne
Her Royal Predecessors long did own;
Which wond'rous Frame in pollish'd stone is wrought,
As Parian work might hence have Copies sought.
[Page 84] Whose Bottom shin'd as clear as Mirrors doe;
Circled with Pillars, bright reflections show;
And through each space stood noblest creatures carv'd,
Some think the same, that Noahs Ark preserv'd.
Nor were its Mediums less for beauty prais'd,
VVhile in such order each Ascent is rais'd;
As best skill'd Architects must hence admire
Those hands, that could so happily conspire.
The Royal Cov'ring, which this Frame did bear,
Is story'd by the artful Painters care;
Where antient Heroes in vast Figures lie,
VVith Atlas, said t'uphold the falling Sky.
Hence they behold Great Londons vast Contents,
The Seat of Natures choice Emoluments;
VVhich wise Antiquity had planted here,
That times succeeding might renown their care.
And hence they view the silver Flood of Thames,
Brighter than Zanthus, or fam'd Symois streams;
[Page 85] In which the Gods, their limbs were said to save,
And visit Thetis in a chrystal wave.
To Neptunes bosome thus it gently glides,
Returning thence; inricht with pregnant Tides;
By secret sympathy, or Cinthia's power,
That streams can swell, without the help of shower.
While stately Vessels, swift as winds here steer,
Some fraught with Traffique, others built for Warr;
As if that Age heroickly foresaw,
This supreme Isle should to the main give law.
And hence, they wond'rous Aqueducts survey,
That this Great City useful streams convey;
While works in water Engins raise so high,
As if they'd Meteors place above the Sky.
And now as Rome would add a glory too,
Or Gauls repent their crimes, in being a Foe;
Their Legats from Martianus convoy'd come,
Who of these Princes crave a Peace from Rome,
[Page 86] This Embassy, a Gaul of subtile brain
Does manage, that deceit could wilely feign;
Who knew the Brittish hearts too great to be
Suspecters, ev'n in Foes, of treachery,
And to this glorious presence has access.
Cloath'd in the soft Attyres of Gallick dress;
Whose Vests, as various forms, and colours show,
As if they pattern'd from Thaumantius Bow,
On this a Perriwig more long he wears,
Than the dishevel'd locks of Virgins hairs;
And thus with suppliant knees, and fawning face,
(The mode of Gaul) his Errand hopes to grace.
Then first relates, how Rome, and Gaul conspire
To make a lasting Peace, their joynt desire;
Since they behold what wonders Heaven had wrought
For Brittish Powers, while theirs opposing fought.
And next, does magnifie the Princes Arms,
Whose valour gives their Foes such pow'rful charms;
[Page 87] That their great Chiefs submit to sue for Peace,
And call the Brittains friend, if Arms they'l cease.
Though Rome with succours soon can them supply,
Or Great Alvatrix, from his Gauls more nigh;
Whose Arms did but neglect of Love pursue,
Yet to the Queen, that guilt repenteth too.
By me pronouncing, how his soul relents
His late Hostilities, and dire Intents;
In which her City, more (her self) did share,
His Love, and Arms, made guilty of her fear.
For which, if I with offer'd Peace return,
He'll soon to Gaul retire, this crime to mourn;
Nor does Great Ennius design to be
With you, (fam'd Princes,) hence at enmity.
Who by your virtues, more than Arms o'rcome,
Would make you ally'd friends of Mighty Rome;
Leaving your Country, and this Beauteous Queen,
To give her love, as best to Heaven is seen.
[Page 88] This said, the Princes serious councel take,
How safe Replies, this Embassy to make;
Who, though they Gallick Arts, and Romes distrust,
Conclude in faith, these dare not be unjust.
Since thus reduc'd by a victor'ous Fate,
But this so high concern of Arms, and State,
These Hero's joyntly to the Queen referre,
Whose Cause they own, the glory of this warre.
While she, though willing to embrace a Theme,
In which their warlike deeds such merits claim;
Yet gently wishes they'd her tongue now spare,
Too soft to accent the rough Laws of warre.
And thus her ruby lips contain a space,
Each look first speaking, Majesty, and Grace;
As if like Stats, they could her sense convey,
Through the bright insluence of a beam, or ray.
Then to this Embassy, in brief replies,
What with these Royal Princes she decreas;
[Page 89] Whose valours have oblig'd her cause so far,
That for their sakes, 'twere sin to wish more war.
If (as he sayes) Great Ennius does repent,
And more, Alvatrix does his rage relent;
Which threatn'd ev'n her City, and her Name,
With Fire, and Arms, and, more unwelcome, Flame.
Yet thus incens'd, her vote shall mercy show
To this Legation, of a cruel Foe;
On whom their Arms might utmost vengeance take,
Who beat in field, their Camp a refuge make.
But if that Rome, and Gaul, no more will be
To Britains, or their Country Enemy;
She'll with the Princes, grant they Truce obtain,
On Faith giv'n ne'r t'invade this Isle again.
To which this Legat guilefully consents,
Vowing his Masters peaceful fair intents;
By all the Gods, that Rome, and Gaul revere,
Prophaning Faith at once, and Heav'ns just Ear.
[Page 90] Then to Martianus these great Chiefs express,
That he with Rome, and Gaul his Arms should cease,
If on their plighted faith this Isle they leave,
In forty dayes, till when a Truce must have.
With feign'd Congratulations then departs
This cringing Legat, full of Gauls smooth Arts;
The Mimicks, in whom Nature forms deceit,
And whence the world does pattern modes to cheat.
Which as an impious President foreshows,
That Gauls would still be Britains faithless Foes,
Who by feign'd Treaties more our Arms deceiv'd,
Than e'r their Swords by victory repriev'd,
And now the Queen descends this stately Throne,
Their joyes with all magnificence to own
In Court, and City; while they first express
Their Thanks to heav'n for their fam'd Arms success.
The End of the First Book.

THE Brittish Princes: AN Heroick Poem. BOOK II.

The First Canto.

THe Gen'rous Victor, to renown his Bayes,
Devotes to Peace some glory of his dayes;
Pleas'd, that his Armes her gentle Thrones restore,
Fit to partake the case of mighty Power.
[Page 92] Though oft great Monarchs artful Treaties make,
Which by vile stratagems of Faith they break;
And by perfidious leasure respite warre,
More Engins of destruct'on to prepare,
While these Great Brittish Princes having rais'd
Trophies of war, Fame through the world had blaz'd,
(No less Heroick) grant their Foes a Peace,
The Noble End, just Arms must guide, and cease.
Nor did these Hero's Roman Arts distrust,
Or Gauls, in faith reputed more unjust;
Since from their conqu'ring mercy, Truce they gain,
Less imp'ous held, than plighted faith to feign;
Or tempt their Arms a Conquest to pursue,
And heav'n oblige to joyn in vengeance too.
From whence the great (devoutly wise) must own
All high atchievments of the Sword, or Throne;
That Power by Sacred Tyes may Mankind awe,
Too rough alone to guide with humane Law;
[Page 93] Thus from the world, Heav'ens legislative book
Of Providence, Domin'on Copies took;
Lest Chance, or Guilt entitle Scepters here,
And like tam'd Beasts, Men without conscience fear.
Whence first industr'ous Rulers vulgars taught,
How Order, Heav'ns Great Works divinely wrought,
While Power then Infant, to perfection grew,
And made Faith primitive with Reason too.
Thus Man from Nature Heaven did first revere,
E'r Priesthoods pious frauds induc'd their fear;
Who Man directed from this Road to stray,
That these (as hireling Guides) might lead his way.
And here themselves set up, e'r mankind saw
How Sects had mask'd the face of heav'ns bright Law;
Who like Seel'd Doves, their souls had taught to fly
That lose themselves, in hope to reach the Sky.
Thus Reason, and Belief, at diff'rence grew;
Instructing more than from Heav'ns works men knew,
[Page 94] On which, while they with wondring prospect look,
Admire Faiths Text, unwritten in this Book.
While that reflects a Being to our sense,
In this vast mirror, of omnipotence;
And but the essence from us does conceal,
Too great for Natures Glasses to reveal.
Hence Man, from her own Institutes, first read
The Book of Heav'n, in VVorks, and Causes spread,
Not daring further by rash zeal to pry,
Lest Faith should prove his own bold mystery.
This antient zeal in Britain practic'd stood,
Untaught from Sects, the seeds of war, and blood;
VVho wayes to Heav'n by sev'ral tracts devise,
As if Faiths could be various, and wise:
Or that above such peaceless Conducts were,
As wings of discord Souls must thither bear:
VVhilst in the Worlds great Volume here we find
A Sacred Order, and unerring mind.
[Page 95] And hence with pity did our Britains see
The worlds divided bold Divinity;
As if heav'ns works did not enough declare,
Or to Beliefs alone, defective were.
While they with sober eyes heav'ns Volume read,
Securely rev'renc'd by implicit dread,
To which, in Natures works, their sense must bow,
That Faith on Reasons wings may upward go.
But as contemplative Devotions seem
Useless Conceptions on a Sacred Theam;
Except the Soul oblige the sense to be,
A due subservient in each faculty.
Which here a publick practice did avow,
That Temples Sacred Dedications show;
The Presence Chambers kept on Earth, for Heaven,
Where Souls united-Rev'rence best is given.
Hither the Princes, as the early morn,
With rosie blushes does the East adorn,
[Page 96] In Royal state, with Great Bonduca come,
To pay their thanks for vanquish'd Gaul, and Rome.
Yet in so solemn pomp they now appear,
As does on vulgar eyes impress heav'ns fear;
While Princes scarce divinely Subjects sway,
Unless they guide them their celestial way.
A Robe of Arthurs, Albianus wears,
Which his great Lineage, and Atchievments bears;
Kept sacred to adorn his mighty line,
When Temples with their offer'd Trophies shine.
A Vest as Admir'd Vortiger had on,
Which from this Islands foes his Grandsire won;
Whose artful colour pass'd the Tyrian Dye,
Oblig'd to triumph in this Legacy.
'Twixt these, the Queen more bright, than Morning beams,)
Whose beauties, Poets might have wish'd their theams;
When they the Cyprian Goddess feign'd to be
Loves matchless Copy, and Divinity.
[Page 97] Her Robes were like the Easts bright Curtains drawn,
With Stars embroider'd, that precede the dawn;
Which curious Virgins had with needles wrought,
And to their beauteous Queen a present brought.
O'r these in Tresses hangs her Aubrone hair,
Softer than Gossamors, that glide the air;
While on her head a golden Crown is worn,
And in her hand a Jewell'd Scepter born,
Thus to this Temple Queen, and Princes came,
Which, if my Muse can credit give to Fame,
In London stood a Fane of more renown,
Than other Cities through the world had known.
No date so antient, to record the Day,
When this vast building in foundation lay;
Whither from hands, that stone could liquid mould,
The Gothick long lost Art, or Dorrick old.
White Marble works the outward Frame adorn,
By mighty Pillars of like substance born;
[Page 98] And at some distance to the eye does show
Like Alpine Mountains, cover'd o'r with snow.
And though this Fane did wond'rous art compleat,
The Dedication's more divinely great;
Which here to Natures sacred works is rais'd,
From whence the Godhead, though unknown, is prais'd.
O'r a high Portal an Inscript'on's read,
In antient Text, that speaks this Temples dread;
By which time (Natures Child) stands figur'd young,
Who feels no age, though ages does prolong.
No less admir'd the inside does appear,
As if Art, only plac'd her wonders here;
Or Nature had her choice mater'als brought,
And with these Artist; hands, her self had wrought.
The inward structures were of pollish'd stone,
From Quarries brought, to man this day unknown;
Which like Heav'ns face, their Azure glories shew,
Or clearest Saphirs of the richest blew.
[Page 99] VVhose spacious Roof such lofty Pillars bear,
As tallest Cedars shrubs to them appear:
On which their skill (as from above inspir'd;)
Such works had wrought, no mortal like admir'd;
While from the Walls, the Roof, and Pavements here
So strangely represented objects are,
As 'twas some doubt to all in heart unclean,
These stones reflections should express their stain:
VVhich speaks how pure the souls of men should be,
That here adore this great Divinity.
VVithin this mighty Fane were lesser seen,
To Natures Morals had long sacred been,
As Justice, Temp'rance, divine Charity,
And Fortitude, whose glory crowns the three.
But loves Religion, (a mysterious grace;)
Has from all these, a fifth divided place;
VVhich for mans sake, this heav'nly Name must give,
Lest claim'd by beasts, from procreation live.
[Page 100] Here the vow'd Lover takes his bloomy Bride,
Her Virgin Zone, by Maiden hands unty'd;
VVhere Monuments were rais'd to give such fame,
That bare through wedlock an unspotted name.
But these my Muses Records faintly shew,
VVhich tells, that Mar'age, happy then, made few,
And though tow'rds heav'n, thus chain'd, such seem to move,
Proves but too oft, the schism, & war of love.
Yet here (for Loves repute,) some Virgins lye
In Chrystal Tombs, were said love-sick to die;
Though this the Modern doubtfully believe,
Since this disease it self such cures can give.
The Queen, and Princes passing these Fanes by,
Each casts on Loves, their more indulgent eye;
As if they'd secretly his ayd implore,
Or would his Altars, above all, adore.
Pass'd through the Body of this Temple, they
See Iv'ry Gates, a spacious Quire display;
[Page 101] VVhich but admittance gives on solemn dayes,
The High Appartment call'd, of Natures praise.
And here the Druids, so renown'd by Fame,
In order stand to celebrate this Name;
Their Priestly Vestments of a speckled green,
As in her bloomy Livery Spring is seen.
VVhose Pow'r Divine in Mystick Notes they sing,
VVith all her Summer glories, and her Spring;
VVhence Vegitives, without sence, life receive,
And Man, and Beasts, does healthful vigors give.
Describing next the Oceans vast extent,
VVith all the motions of that Element;
VVhy Egypts Nile so usefully does flow,
VVhile other Streams their narrow Ebbs must know.
Then from stupend'ous Rolls of Natures Law,
Praecepts from humane life divinely draw;
Free from disguise, in controverted Texts,
The marks of Error, and the Badge of Sects.
[Page 102] And thus these sacred Monitors declaim
Vice, (the Souls riot) in our Bodies frame;
But not, as this day, Priests our souls invade,
Since damning men was then an unknown Trade.
Lest Nature we a guilty party make,
VVho from her own excesses frailties take;
Or that Heav'n should to us no pity give,
That with the seeds of vice, are born, and live.
And here the Bards Prophetick Order's shown,
Whom Brittish Stories less than Fames Renown;
Clad like the Druids, but they Badges wear,
VVhich only Natures Prophets here must bear.
These from the Sun, and Moon, and Starry Sky,
Or blazing Comets, some tell move as high;
Predict effects, that Mortals dread below,
And thence Aerial Meteors Causes show,
VVith these Merlinus fam'd above the rest,
Appears, his head with Lawrel Chaplets drest;
[Page 103] Who gave Philosophy a sublime Fame,
And from the Muses had a sacred Name:
Whose Leaves (than Sybils more admir'd) were kept,
Within this Temple, till Times hand had swept
This Frame to Rubbage; that his works seem now,
But fictions wonders, his false Copies show.
And here he dedicates a wond'rous Sphaeres,
That Archymedes fam'd could not compare;
In which the Sun, his lov'd Ecliptick, shines,
With every Planets Orb, and various Lines.
And as these rowl within a starry Sky,
A space transparent entertains the eye;
The Sphaere of Atoms call'd, Natures first seed,
Which scatter'd hence, some think the world did breed.
And these like cinders, glomer in a flame,
Figur'd more bright than all the starry Frame;
In which this mighty Artist had confin'd,
By mystick marks, the worlds eternal mind.
[Page 104] The Queen, and Princes having thus beheld,
How great Merlinus Art all known excell'd;
With bended knees, this sacred Frame adore,
Copy'd from Natures providence, and pow'r.
To whose high Name they glor'ous Off'rings spread,
On Altars rais'd to express their souls high Dread;
With Trophies, that from Rome, and Gaul were won,
The Bards, and Diuids having Praises sung,
This mighty temple then in state thy leave,
And Peoples joyes through spacious streets receive.
While Londons roofs, laid waste by foes and fire,
With stately Edifices now aspire;
By num'rous hands, and Artists wond'rous powers,
Thick, as in Summer, Bees returne from flowers,
Their waxen Cells in busie Swarms to raise;
Or as the Ant provides for winter dayes;
But more than happy they, that live to see
London repair her late calamity;
[Page 105] Whose structures, flames (without Foes aid) consum'd,
Yet like the Phaenix, (in her dust intomb'd)
May she spring from her ashes, and renew
Her antient splendors, with far greater too;
And if my Muse can true Praesages give,
Her Name from Fate, shall yet more famous live.
And thus to Court this Royal State repairs,
Where Joy a glor'ous face of greatness bears;
The dayes remains, in sumptuous mirth to spend,
And thus this vast Magnificence does end.
The End of the First Canto.

The second Canto.

NOw, as the Queen, the Princes entertains,
With all the splendor, her great Court contains;
And thus does add a Glory to the Night,
While Stars, as dimmer Tapers, lend their light;
Though willing now to give Nights hours delay,
That slow Bootes tardy drift might stay;
And Ariadne, with her starry Crown,
By a lov'd leasure, on this Court look down.
Wishing the Queens bright Rival she might be,
And give her love celestial dignity;
If Albianus worth produce that flame,
Or Vortigers, so much renown'd by Fame.
But long these Princes think each hours repose,
Till Phaebus had from Thetis bosom rose;
[Page 107] And saw the Queen his Morning glories grace,
Design'd with them, to hunt the Harts swift Chace.
Who with great Troops of Noble Brittains wait,
And num'rous Guards attending their high State;
While noise of Trumpets, and the shriller Horn,
Salute the Queen, with tydings of the morn.
And she from Loves soft Fever of the Breast,
Or cares of rule, had early broke her rest,
The Thorns, that in such high Plantations grow,
Whence Subjects learn, how much they Princes owe.
And with a Troop of Beauties now appears,
Where each a glorious Zone, and Quiver bears;
While from her sholder hangs a pretious Bow,
Whose use the Brittish Virgins then did know.
In such a nimph-like presence Poets place
The fam'd Diana, when she takes the Chace;
Or does her Chorus eminently lead,
By some transparent stream, or flowry Mead.
[Page 108] And now her steed she takes, that champing stands,
Pleas'd with the Bit, which curbs him from her hands;
As if he did all other rein despise,
Or only would be guided from her eyes.
To Eppin Forrest now they lead their way,
Fam'd for the Chace, and hunting of this day;
Though both concludes with fierce attempts of fate,
From whence my Muse records a bloody date.
Soon had the Huntsmen, (watchful spies of Game)
Discover'd where a Stag to harbor came,
Of such prodigious growth, as if he liv'd,
For Natures wonder, purposely repriev'd.
His years, most antient Woodmen sought in vain,
That Ages o'r the horny Heard did raign;
And like times fatal Monster, liv'd to see,
The death of all his lasting progeny.
No Oak his mighty shade, but first he knew
A tender slip, and saw its with'ring too;
[Page 109] While num'rous Ravens so long-liv'd, Men tell,
From the aspiring top, before him fell.
And now insults o'r death, as if that he,
Could live to see times own Mortality;
And like Narcissus pleas'd, does view such Brooks,
That bright reflect his comely head, and looks.
The heard him Monarch own, and quit their claims
To all their Females, yielding to his flames;
Where Virgin-Hinds from his hot seasons fly,
Least by his mighty love, and strength they dye.
And Age, (the Worlds Experience) made him wise,
That he declines us'd Pathes by Forrest-spies,
Frequenting shades more dark than cloudy night;
And scarce does feed, or live, by dayes broad light.
But now to crop some pleasing ears of corn,
Had took too long repast this fatal morn;
And having drunk of the adjoyning Flood,
Swam thence discern'd, to harbor in a wood.
[Page 110] Which, as this Royal presence now surrounds,
The Woodmen throw off Packs of their stancht hounds;
Dogs, on whose smels, their Masters sense relies;
That equal trust their Noses, with their Eyes.
And these, whose subtle nostrils grateful find,
To chace the greatest of this horny kind;
Swiftly pursue the Slots of this huge Deer,
And rouze him from his mighty Layer here.
While he, that oft his wary eyes had clos'd,
In these thick shades, to ease, and sleep repos'd;
Where Nightingales did charming requiems sing,
Now hears the furious Hounds loud clamors ring.
Who first to give some respite to his sear,
Hopes 'twas but thunder wounds his watchful ear;
But, when he knows they'r Hounds, prepares to fly,
And if that fail, no Stag like him shall dye.
His mighty limbs then stretches out in state,
Hoping his seet are nimbler wing'd than fate:
[Page 111] And through the wood with wondrous swiftness breaks,
While oaks, he, with his springs, like whirlwinds shakes,
Thus to th'adjoyning Lawn, does take his flight,
Where the fair Queen, and Princes wait his sight;
On whom he looks with a Majestick view,
That they him Monarch of his Race might know.
Then to the Herd he makes, to try if they
Will let their Sov'raign be to Dogs a prey;
Minding them of their piercing Horns defence,
And calls their flights, ignoble innocence.
While these, that did him Sov'raign duties owe,
Consult their safeties, and decline his now;
Like some base vulgars, that for ends, or fear,
Desert their Prince, lest they his dangers share.
With frowns then curles his brow, and shakes his head,
As if he'd speak revenge to all that fled;
But he alass is but a Prince of Deer,
Whom Nature chiefly arms with flight, and fear.
[Page 112] And thus forlorn, in stately hast does flye
Scorning such vassals dare not with him dye:
As some great Chief, distress'd by Fate, and Foes,
Safety by slight unwillingly had chose.
And as he is the mightiest of his kind,
In such proportion does his speed now find;
Yet so magnanimous, designs his hast,
That Lyon-like, unseen, he runs most fast.
While Hounds, the swiftest of the Brittish Race,
As if their heels were wing'd, pursue his Chace;
To whose glad cries, the Huntsmen wind recheats,
Which Eccho's wounded ear, as shrill repeats.
Next these, the Horse of Brittains Northern kind
Fleeter than Jennets, issues of the wind;
Their dext'rous Riders speed to chace this Deer,
As when for Palms they swift contenders are.
And now this Glory of the Herd perceives
His breath impairs, in which lifes essence lives;
[Page 113] Wond'ring, that Nature should for life prepare
Breath, and yet want it while the world has air;
Or that so weak a substance should betray
The Bodies frame, to deaths inglorious sway;
To Woods (the Shades of Nature) then does fly,
The soft Apartments of his Monarchy;
Where he had often cool'd more mighty flames,
Among the nimble Hindes, his am'rous Dames.
And thence did these a stately Progress lead,
To sport in Streams, or fertile Vales to feed.
Now finds his shady Palaces beset,
And Men, and Dogs for his destruction met.
Whose tracts, though intricate as Lab'rinths are,
But easie problems to the Hounds appear.
While he laments his fate, that Nature gave,
To make his life thus to their treasons slave.
Then leavs these Groves, & Woods, with weary heels,
And ev'ry limb a frail supporter feels;
[Page 114] While thus emboss'd, he takes his long-lov'd Thames,
That oft refresht Harts wearied limbs, and flames,
And first with sighs he bids these streams adieu,
Then takes his thirsty farewel draught here too:
Which done, he faster swims, than Vessels glide,
Or into Neptune's bosom flowes the Tide.
And here the Queen, that with her nimble Steed,
Did Horse, and Hounds, and ev'n the wind out-speed;
First to this Streame pursu'd this mighty Deere,
Next whom, the Princes and their train appear,
Filling the Shoar, t' observe this famous Chace;
While Thames rejoyc'd, to see their pastimes grace
His pleasing billows, Curles his gentle brow,
Bidding his stream no further now to flow,
Until his Waves their homage here did pay
To their great Persons, gladly they obey;
Each Billow bowing with its Chrystal head,
Which done, their gentle Current joyful speed,
[Page 115] And with their pleasing murmurs, as they glide,
Encrease the constant Musick of their Tide,
While Thames now wish'd he might his Banks o'rflow,
And with them on his waves this Chace pursue.
Now this cool Flood, and Glory of all Streams,
Begot by Isis smooth embrace with Thames;
This mighty Deer with some refreshment leaves,
As if his flames were Julip'd from these waves.
But when he finds no Element, or Art,
Can Men, and Hounds escape, he chides his Heart;
That with his winged heels, conspir'd to fly,
And thinks now of some glorious way to dye.
Not far from hence, he views a Camp of Fame,
Great Julius rais'd, to war upon this Stream;
Where first that Conqu'ror, had him tamely bred,
And from his glorious hand, and Table fed.
Thither, with a Majestick grace he flies,
VVhile like small riv'lets, tears flow from his eyes;
[Page 116] To miss his mighty Master, who did give
Him a bold Power, in spight of Foes to live.
And now at this Camps Avennue does stand,
Where he had oft been stroak'd, and lick'd his hand;
That did with glorious Chaplets wreath his Brow,
Circling his Neck with Jewell'd Collars too.
VVhere thus distress'd, and weary'd by long flight,
Must all his Foes without protection fight;
Though here resolves, like Caesars Stag to dye,
And with bold rage on Men, and Dogs does flye.
Some with his Spear-like head he gores, till life
Impair'd by wounds, did breathless end his strife;
VVhich into air, a mingled flight does take,
No more discern'd, than Tracts soft winds do make.
Thus fell this mighty Deer, the Herds renown,
While his pursuers now a pity own;
Wishing they could his vanquish'd life restore,
That Dy'd more brave, than e'r did Hart before.
[Page 117] Whose bulk, and beam, as they with wonder view,
A golden Ring upon his Neck, does shew,
Him to have liv'd compleat five hundred year,
(If Fame have credit) since call'd Caesar's Deer.
The Queen, and Princes to renown this Chace,
Resolve his Figure, stately carv'd, to place
In their bright Courts, that both his life, and fate,
Might with their Glories, bear perpetual date.
While as the Huntsmens Horns now wind his death,
And Fame, that wing'd this chace, a while took breath;
Fate does allarum her to take swift flight,
And blaze on crimson wings, a bloody fight.
For as Romes Chief, and Gauls, this Hunting knew,
Design'd for the Queens sport, and Princes too;
Resolve their plighted Faith, and Truce to break,
And with bold Arms, them here surpriz'd to take.
Thus with fierce hast their num'rous Troops they lead,
Which hot allarums to the Princes speed;
[Page 118] Who swiftly range their Guards of Spears, and Bows,
And with the Trusti'st, the fair Queen enclose.
Invoking Heav'ns just Pow'r, to aid their might,
As the Truce-breaking Gauls, and Romans fight;
That Ennius, with Alvatrix, thence may see
Some dismal Fate, on their joynt-treachery.
But, oh the guilt of Pow'r, imploy'd unjust,
To serve the ends of Empire, or of lust;
Which highest Mortals impiously pursue,
Yet all Crimes, (but their own) dare punish too.
The End of the Second Canto.

The Third Canto.

Romes Consul thus, and Gauls fierce Prince array'd,
To act the Faithless Truce their Legate made;
Where Ambuscado's subt'ly they had drawn,
T'infest the VVoods, and the adjoyning Lawn.
Where now the Princes, their bold Forces drew,
In heart all daring, though in numbers few;
Who disadvantag'd more, must now oppose,
The force and treach'ry of their num'rous Foes:
And thus does Ennius to Alvatrix speak,
The time is come, that Rome and Gaul shall take
A full revenge on Brittains Pow'r, and Pride,
That durst our Conquests with their Arms deride,
[Page 120] What though th'advantage breach of Truce obtains?
While ev'ry Monarch, ev'n as guilty Raigns;
Making their Leagues, wise respits, unto warr,
Till they in Pow'r, and Armes recruited are?
Nor will the World a prosperous Guilt condemne,
When Virtue does its bright Companion seem;
Who on success, like Sun-shine, cast their eyes,
Forgetting the Black Cloud did with it rise:
Nor is it more a Sin in War than State,
Disadvantageous Faith to violate;
VVhich Princes never meant should give them Law,
When onely feeble Faith their Power does awe.
See how our Leg'ons, compass in this Pow'r
Of Brittish Nobles, and their Youth's choice Flow'r;
That dare not hope to stand by Arms, this Field,
But to our wishes, must Bonduca yield;
Yet e'r her Eyes lament, or Heart deplores
The groans of dying Foes from our stern Pow'rs,
[Page 121] Unto the streightn'd Princes, Truce let's give,
If they without her love will yield to live.
Thus from the Consul is a Herauld sent,
To speak their high demands, and fierce intent;
While yet Alvatrix does not think to prove
The Consul Rival, in Bonduca's love.
Or that he led his Roman Eagles now
To conquer Brittains, and remain his Foe;
But Loves ambition oft receives a Fate,
As well as those of Empire, or of State.
This Herauld to the Queen, and Princes come,
Speaks his bold Message, from the Chief of Rome;
VVhich now the Queen with deep affliction hears,
Though less her life, then love, creates her fears,
And first does let the Princes boldly know,
That his great Master by Romes Gods does vow,
He'll not the fortune of this day survive,
Should it Rome solely Brittish Empire give.
[Page 122] Who more than thirst of Rule, makes Love his Cause,
Whose great Prerogative admits no Laws;
Though he, the first of Romans yields to be,
That e'r broke Truce with noble Enemy.
For which of Heav'n, and Rome does pardon crave,
And on these tearms, if they yet Peace will have;
They, and this Isle, unconquer'd shall remain,
And for his triumph, but the Queen will gain.
Nor by this Summons does he more demand;
Than what his pow'rful Legions can command;
When in this streight, his Force and conduct, must
Send the Great Princes with their Pow'rs to dust:
Yet for the Queens fair sake vouchsafes to treat,
Before their Arms his dreadful onsets meet;
And Wars stern horrors her soft Soul affright,
Or she (his Love would save,) should fall in fight.
But who can judge the high concern and flame,
Incens'd these Hero's, when from Ennius came
[Page 123] This bold demand? (so late their conquer'd Foe,
And no less treach'rously a Lover now;
Then is Alvatrix) while the Queens bright beams,
Had kindled in their hearts Loves mighty flames.
Then to this Herauld Arthur's Son does speak;
Let not Romes Consul ever hope to make
Us Brittish Princes so desertless live,
That he Bonduca Laws of Love shall give.
Or that they can a brave success despair,
Who with Truce-breaking Gauls, and Romans war;
Nor would they lose the glory of this Fight,
To die, or conquer, in the Queens fair sight.
Whose heart unshaken, their fierce Pow'rs withstood,
When London felt their flames, & stream'd with blood;
Yet slighted then Alvatrix rage, and love,
And can she less 'gainst faithless Ennius prove?
More had this Prince express'd, but Vortiger,
Whose Martial courage, Fate her self did fear;
[Page 124] This Herauld bids withdraw in high disdain,
While Love, and Empire thus at stake remain.
And next, the Princes willing to deceive
The Queens sad fears, in this short respite, give
Her heart brave comforts, while her weeping eyes
Pay for their safeties, Heav'n a sacrifice.
Then, of these Forrest shades, selects the view
Of VVillows, and Loves mournful Embleme, Yew;
Neglecting Elmes, embrac'd with am'rous Vines,
Which Nature for pleas'd Lovers objects twines.
And ev'n the Princes, but kind Foes now calls,
Who thus surpriz'd, withstand Romes Force, and Gauls;
While with their safety she could these defie,
And their unconquer'd Virgin Lover die.
No less concern'd, in this surprising hour,
The Princes had dispos'd their Martial Power,
VVith such wise conduct, that the wing of Fate
Did more her self, than them, precipitate.
[Page 125] And here the weapon'd Woodmen duely place,
Eager to make on Foes their nobler chace;
More joy'd to hear the trumpets Martial sounds,
Than all the Musick of their Horns, and Hounds.
Then Roman Cornets Brittish Trumpets vye,
Whose vig'rous clamours seem to wound the skye;
VVhile Martial Odes, the trusty Bowmen sing,
Compos'd by Brute, their antient warlike King.
But e'r these Powers their fierce Incounters make:
Thus Ennius does unto Alvatrix speak;
Great Prince of Gaul, if we this day o'rcome,
Twill Brittish Empire, yet restore to Rome:
And grace her Triumphs with Bouduca too,
VVhose love my heart conceal'd from thee till now;
While I (Romes Consul) blush to ownn slame,
That does with thine a R [...]vals wishes claim.
But as thou art Romes mighty Ally, know,
I'll to thy Love, as glorious means allow;
[Page 126] This Battail won, thy Sword and mine shall try,
Which for Bonduca's sake must yield to dye.
To whom Alvatrix, had I Empire claim'd
Of this Great Isle, so long Romes Arms has fam'd;
Or did thy Rods, and Axes envy'd see,
Born, as thy Cons'lar State, and Dignity.
I could not with such Fate surpriz'd have been,
As now to hear, thou lov'st the Brittish Queen;
For whose enjoyment I such dangers fought,
Unvallew'd, whil'st in her o'rpriz'd, I sought:
Nor shall the honour of my blood, decline
This glor'ous offer, 'twixt thy Sword and mine;
If heav'n decrees we this dayes fate survive,
To enter Lists, shall Loves sole conquest give.
Till when, I'll like a Prince ally'd to Rome,
Assist her Eagles, Brittains to o'rcome;
Though, as thy Rival, will attempt to be,
The Queens Possessor first from victory.
[Page 127] Before these Pow'rs their dreadful fury joyn,
The Roman Augurs, (who success divine;
From various Birds, the airs vast Regions fly,)
Or victims, with auspicious omens dye.
Declare, how they with horror did behold
An offer'd Heifers blood, turn'd black, and cold;
Her bleeding Entrails, panting in their view;
And how in ominous Flocks the Ravens flew.
Besides, they had Portentous Records took
From Great Cumean Sybil's wondrous Book;
Who in Prophetick fury did declare,
Romans should fatally with Brittains warr:
When they their Legions in that place array,
In which Great Caesar's Hart late stood at Bay;
And by a Brittish Queen pursu'd should fall.
Hence they the Consul warn, and Prince of Gaul.
But Love, whose Power even Fate her self defies,
Bids the bold Consul slight these destinies;
[Page 128] Calling their Rites, some Cowards pious care,
That Rome first taught from Birds, and Beasts, to fear.
Then gives the Battel signal, whence darts fly
Thick, as when stormes descending cloud the sky;
While Brittish Arrows these out-wing in flight,
And level ranks of Legions, as they light.
Whose Pow'rs more numerous, spare these heaps, dead,
And with enlarged wings make dreadful speed;
Circling the Brittish Force, and Princes round,
Their warlike ranks, and valour to confound.
But with a fury more enforc'd, oppose
The Mart'al Pow'rs the beaut'ous Queen inclose;
While as she sees a Brittain fall, or bleed,
Wishes the Dart had pierc'd her in his stead.
And here Great Ennius with his Romans breaks
Through num'rous Ranks, till he a prospect takes
Of her bright visage, while her Eyes dart beams,
That to his love, and valor, adds more flames.
[Page 129] No less Alvatrix danger does despice,
Leading his Gauls to Mars a sacrifice;
Invoking him, this dayes success to crown,
That from his Arms his love may have renown.
And here through fierce Daranders Troops they break,
As Lanes through Woods the raging winds do make;
Next force Favonius Bodies to retreat,
Whose Conduct did their dreadful Powers defeat,
When Londons Glories, with its Beauteous Queen,
Might else a Triumph for this Foe have been.
And for her Royal Guard, this day commands
The trusty'st of the Britains warlike Bands;
Now full of wounds, and forc'd to quit his Horse,
Fights thus distress'd, her Foes prevailing Force.
What Soul inspir'd with numbers can reherse
This Battels terrors, but must weep his verse:
Though Fame, lest too much blood her Records stain,
Kindly forgets the sum of Hero's slain.
[Page 130] No less distress'd the Princes had assayl'd
All dangers, till their matchless Arms prevail'd;
Which now holds Fate at such a glorious bay,
As her black Scepters Pow'r she fears this day.
Thus these great Cheifs, with Forces swiftly speed,
To aid the Queen in such a dang'rous need;
While for her sake they mingle griefs, and tears,
As oyl to valours flames, from Loves soft fears.
And here Fame layes the most Heroick Scene,
That e'r twixt mighty Chiefs, before had been;
Where these great Foes in Love, and Empire, try
Single by Arms, to ravish victory.
Thus Albianus does encounter here
With Ennius, (Glory of Romes Arms, and War)
While warlike Vortiger assaileth now
Alvatrix, who as bravely fought him too.
Then does the worlds choice blood, that warms their veins
Profusely die the Earth with crimson stains;
[Page 131] Which, (as their Valours Epitaph) some say,
Leaves on this soil, a sanguine Dye this day.
Sprightly the Charges were Albianus gave,
This Roman Cheif, and his returns so brave,
That all the Prowess summ'd of Antient Name,
Scarce does in Story second mention claim.
In wounds they equal fought, as Fate would guide
Their Courage now, 'twixt them not to decide;
Or had delight such Hero's still to see
In Love, and Empire, thus at Enmity.
While to supply the wonder of their Arms,
Their Steeds now sympathize their Valours charms;
That with their furious mouths; each grasping tear,
And to the ground their mighty Riders bear.
Whence Albianus briskly takes his seet,
And both these warlike Foes on foot now meet;
Guiding their Spears, a dext'rous bloody strife,
Till this Great Hero's takes the Consuls life.
[Page 132] Who death did so far respite, to express;
Since here my fall is by thy Arms success,
Heroick Brittain, let Bonduca know,
Thy valour's fit to win her virtue too.
But Vortiger, whose courage had taught Fate,
Like a bold Handmaid, on his Armes to wait;
Praecipitates her black decrees this day,
As he does singly fierce Alvatrix slay.
While to the wonder of all future deeds,
Forcing his Spear, his Foe to death so speeds;
That piercing through strong ribs of Steel, his breast,
Its fury seem'd unwillingly, to rest,
Whose soul enrag'd by death, a flight did take,
Like some fierce wind, a dying blast does make.
Leaving the air disturbless, felt before
The dreadful Rage, of Its Tempestuous power.
Thus fell these mighty Chiefs midst heaps of slain,
While all the state their breathless mem'ries gain
[Page 133] Serves but as Pendants to the pride of Fame,
That wears life's Jewels, to adorne her Name.
Now as their deaths were to their Armies known,
Which soon Fames Trump had in Elogiums blown;
Each Militant in vigour does impair,
And sanguine Roman cheeks, grow pale with fear.
While Martianus, who in Kent besieg'd
Romes Power, and Gauls, until by Truce releiv'd;
Had there from faithful Spies allarums took,
How these by Arms Wars sacred Laws had broke.
And he with eager toyls, so speeds his way,
That he the Princes brave extremes, this day
Arrives to ayd, and next their valours fame,
Give to his own a matchless Victors Name.
Some veterane Legions, that disdain'd to fly
In warlike order, by death marshall'd lye;
When greater numbers cast their Arms away,
And for their lives loud supplications pay.
[Page 134] Charging the sin, and faithless breach of Truce,
Upon their Chiefs, whose high commands excuse
Their fierce attempts, who but Wars Laws obey,
In fighting Foes, when such do lead their way.
But if they can a mercy now implore,
Call heav'n to witness, that they'll never more
Molest the Britains, but returning home,
Will live in just Precincts of Gaul, and Rome.
While the fair Queen, that had with tears beheld
The bloody issue of this dreadful field;
Passes Romes conquer'd Hoast, on her bold Steed,
And thus expresses, (having stay'd his speed)
Most warlike Britains, since your Arms have won,
This Battel that our stories must renown,
Which, as your mighty Princes here did lead,
Their valours so admir'd with yours succeed;
That by their single Arms, you saw this day,
How Ennius, and Alvatrix breathless lay;
[Page 135] A losse so great, proud Rome can ne'r repair,
Or Gaul find Prince, dares hence with Britains warre.
But to their supplyant Legions let us yield;
Mercy may yet more dignifie this field;
While the less guilty you from death reprieve,
And such Foes most subdue, you grant shall live.
This Speech the Britains bloody rage restrains,
And from the Princes such complyance gains;
That they to Gaul, and Romes remaining Hoast,
Admit a Convoy to the Kentish Coast.
Whence they'r embark'd, bound for the Gallick shore.
Vowing by war t'invade this Isse no more;
While to this grace, the Princes leave dispence,
Their Chiefs dead Corps, with them to bear from hence:
That Ennius, and Alvatrix may receive,
Such Fun'ral Rites, as Gauls and Romans give;
Which being done, to London guide their way,
Soone full of Joyes, for this victorious day.
The end of the third Canto.

The Fourth Canto.

POwer, the lov'd Child of Greatness, born from toils
Of virtue, or fond Fortunes prosp'rous smiles;
Yet men in each vicissitude may find,
No long entails of Rule in humane kind.
Thus Infant Empire first has rising state,
Then glor'ous Mediums, next a final fate;
Whence fierce Ambiton storms the world to have,
But space on Earth, to make their wider Grave.
And Rome, that did by Arms so proudly claim
The World to bear from her a vanquish'd Name;
No more possesses of that mighty head,
Than Trophies from her Epitaphs are read.
While Noble Britains first shook oft her yoak,
Before the warring World their Fetters broke;
[Page 137] Which from this glor'ous President was taught,
To conquer Roman Armes, its thraldome brought.
Whose bold Remains to Gaul now wafted o'r.
Thence with repinings view the British Shoar;
Where they perceive their mighty Camps to shroud
Their heads, like mountains, half hid in a cloud.
And next behold the fertile Woods, and Plains,
Their Colonies, and Cities proud Remains;
With Aquae-ducts, made wondrous for delight,
And Baths could ease, and heal wounds got in Fight.
Recounting their past Ages bloody toyl,
Since mighty Julius did invade this Isle;
Whence now instead of Triumph, they return,
Their Consuls fatal loss, with tears to mourn.
No less the Gauls Alvatrix death bewail'd
Pitty'ng his love, and valour so prevail'd,
That he by Arms on British ground shall fall,
And more incense their antient hate of Gaul.
[Page 138] But e'r these Corps, (dead in the Bed of Fame,)
Have Fun'ral Rites; Apollo's sacred Name
They first invoke, and to his Priestess come,
Rever'd by Gauls, and no less fear'd by Rome,
Who in a Grove, that shades this spacious Shore,
No Axe'r hewd, this God did long implore;
Attending on his Fane of Laurel here,
With Bowry Altars, green throughut the year.
Hither, this Priestess Delphick charms had brought,
Where she Prodig'ous Divinations taught;
And as some tell, here residence did keep,
Within a Cave, her eyes un-clos'd by sleep.
On whom, now Gauls, and Romans mournful wait,
For sacred Comforts, or their future fate;
Carry'ng their Chiefs upon their Purple Beers,
Where Altars reek'd with blood of un-yok'd Steers.
While from her Caves-mouth, dores unbolted flew,
Where they through wond'rous Grates this Priestess view;
[Page 139] Her hair dishevel'd, and her visage fierce,
As when she Fates sad Errands did rehearse:
Who thus begins: In vain these Rites you use,
Nor does Apollo in my soul infuse
An inspiration, Rome can gladly hear,
Or Gaul with Brittains fatally shall warre;
For as Romes Empire, Gaul has vanquish'd held,
So here some Ages hence, shall be beheld,
A Brittish King to wear a Gallick Crown,
Passing through glor'ous Conquests to that Throne.
In whose great Name, five Royal Henries meet,
By valour shall this matchless work compleat;
No more inquire, since Pow'rs above ordain,
No victims here shall ever more be slain.
While their high Rites, Apollo to renown,
Commands this Grove for Piles you streight cut down:
Then all those various forms, that Proteus knew,
Here represents with shapes more wond'rous too;
[Page 140] As soon a Lyon turns, or salvage Bear,
Or furious Tyger seems, her young does fear;
Then on a wave, a Crocodile does weep,
Which done, a Mermaid sings, that charms the deep;
With num'rous Monsters shown, that sport the Flood,
Some ne'r by Mortal seen, or understood:
Next tùrns a flame, that lightning represents;
A Comet then speaks Heav'ns more fierce intents:
With subterranean flames, like those men tell,
Shall be th' eternal Element of Hell.
And here to show her mighty Pow'rs command,
She takes a Throne, on which attending stand
Spirits of Earth and Air, her charms obey,
That with a thought out-fly the Suns swift way.
Her Cave then rends, and out unseen, she flies,
On backs of winds, charm'd with rough gales to rise;
While she through highest Regions wings the Air,
And thus 'tis said, to Delphos did repair.
[Page 141] Which fatal wonder having deeply weigh'd;
Conclude, this Priestess words must be obey'd;
And thus this Grove hew down with restless toyles,
Fitting the choicest for vast Fun'ral Pyles.
Here Elms long marry'd to the lusty Vine,
Fall to the Earth, and last embraces twine;
With Ash, and Firr, that doe so quickly flame,
And Pines, bold Navigators chiefly fame.
As thick fall Willows, mournful Lovers shew,
The Fun'ral Cypress, and the dismal Yew;
With Palms th' Olimpicks prize, and spreading Oak,
And Cedars (Monarch-like,) the rest o'r-look.
Then wreaths of Cypress on their heads they wear,
Lictors supporting the dead Consuls Bier;
On which the Heralds Art had nobly blaz'd
His high Descent, e'r Antient Rome was rais'd;
With Rods and Axes born, display the state
Of Romes Republick, first made Consulate:
[Page 142] No less by wond'rous art, and cost does shine
His Imag'd Predecessors warlike Line.
Having by these Mater'als vastly made
A Pile, on which his Corps in Purple's lay'd;
By sacred Flammins gumm'd, and 'nointed o'r,
Cover'd with Robes, in Romes past Triumphs wore.
Who in their Priestly Vestures myter'd stand,
To flame this Pile, each with a hollow'd Brand;
And having in loud Hymns his valour prais'd,
This glorious Fuel's from their hands, first blaz'd:
Where flames ascend, as if they would aspire
Above the place of Elemental fire,
Unquench'd dissolving clouds, streams downwards pour
And thus this Pile's beheld from Brittains Shoar.
Which be'ng consum'd, an Eagle with seel'd eyes,
These Priests let wing, and feign to heav'n he flyes;
Their pious Embleme, that his soul was there
On nimbler wings, than this swift Bird did bear.
[Page 143] Thus Man, indulgent to a holy cheat,
Makes Reason on Faiths trifling grandeur wait;
Forgetting Nature in deaths homely Tire,
In hope her Act does breath, not life expire.
His glor'ous Corps now with this Pile consum'd;
In Urns (Deaths narrow Clossets) 'tis intomb'd;
Saving Death labour, that has here assign'd
Contracted Mansions for all humane kind,
But Gauls, who diff'rent Celebration taught
(In sacred Rites, and Obsequies) now brought
Their Great Alvatrix on a stately Hearse,
Singing in mournful strains his Fun'ral verse,
The Muses (from their Priests besought) inspir'd,
In mystick Grecian words, (Gauls then admir'd:)
Blessing the Fuel, must to ashes bring
This Princely Corps; they place it in a Ring,
Circl'd with Vines, whose Juice their Country fames,
And Orange-trees, sweet Odors give these flames.
[Page 144] On which (to appease the immortal Pow'rs,)
They sprinkle morning tears, distill'd from flowers.
And now from Custom, (a curst Stepdame made,
When by her rigid duties, heav'ns are pay'd;)
A grievous zeal, the mournful Gauls incites,
To mingle horrors with these Fun'ral Rites:
Who here without remorse, do fill vast Biers
With living Bodies, must dye by these fires,
As Friends, and Servants, held in life most dear,
Lest he in th'other world should need their care.
And heresoft Beauties, his past flames did mourn,
In am'rous glory, with his ashes burn;
Supposing Souls in th'other world scarce find
Delightful rest, Loves objects left behind.
While from this flaming tomb their skrieks, and cries,
Through air, and clouds pierce to the Starry skies;
That in their orbs lament, man should create
A means to death, by them not made his fate.
[Page 145] But oh! vain man, when Superstitions fool!
Whose bold deceits impose on heav'n a rule;
And by Faiths Homicides, her Martyrs stakes,
Whose dust for thriving Altars best seed makes.
And now the Gauls, and Romans vastly raise
High Tow'rs of earth, where their Chief's Piles did blaze;
Like mountain-Monuments, times hand defie,
Should it attempt to rase their Memory.
Which done, in scatter'd Troops this vanquish'd hoast,
(As some great Flock had Guides, and Pastors lost,)
Disorder'd, wander to their native homes,
Bearing sad Reliques of Gauls loss, and Romes.
Thus Brittain's freed from these her mighty Foes,
That with five Ages Blood she did oppose;
Till Fortune, who deny'd her Arms success,
Blush'd longer to resist her happiness.
And now my Muse, to London gladly wings,
Her Scene of Joyes, while Conquest thither brings,
[Page 146] The Princes trophy'd from this vanquish'd Foe,
But more renown'd, since by their valours too
The Beauteous Queen's preserv'd, from whose bright charms
Love claim'd to act some wonders by their Arms.
Where by a glorious respite, they receive
Cure to their wounds, this bloody War did give;
Which she to expedite, omits no care,
Giving for balm, to each, a Lovers Tear.
While her great Court, (this tripple Greatness joyns,)
In such magnifick Pomp, and Order shines;
As there my Muse a glad Attendance payes,
And Theams of Glory to her Verse conveys.
Though here she seems, like unexperienc'd eyes,
That come to view fam'd Curiosities;
But know not which excel above the rest,
And so think all, and every one the best.
Thus who this Courts high virtues would define,
Must judge all equal in their Glories shine;
[Page 147] Though, as great Lamps, for Lights best order plac'd,
Each has its lustre, by another grac'd.
Hence Subjects oft on Princes fix their eyes,
Less for obedience, than discoveries;
As bold observers on Heav'ns Frame do pry,
More to note spots, than splendors of the Sky.
Who, though but humane, must not frailties own,
Lest Vice should claim a Patron in the Throne;
How hard is't then for Mortals here to raign
And Subjects neither Vice, or Power complain?
But, if my Muse to Fame can credit give,
The Brittish Courts, and Princes, then did live
Renown'd in Graces best of Monarchs speak,
That Subjects from their Rule might pattern take.
While temp'rat thoughts their minds high vigors sway,
As Passions find in them their just allay;
Liberal, as Royal dignifi'd should be,
[...]et spare their People by frugality.
[Page 148] To whom they Justice in pure streams preserve,
That no corruptions ministerials swerve;
Oft Champions to the rich oppressors might,
While Law protects all here by equal right,
This to the People must respective be,
Who dearly love a just Propriety,
And envy Greatness chiefly for its sake,
Lest thence oppression priviledge should take:
Though nobly born, are next their Persons plac'd,
(Like Gems, that in their Crowns are worn, and grac'd;)
By whom they favours to the rest dispence,
As Stars convey Heav'ns glor'ous influence.
Such, envious vulgars, (scarce repining) sway,
Since 'tis but antient Honour they obey;
While new-rais'd Blood they seldom will allow,
A Rev'rence mixt with a propitious Brow.
Next these, the Gen'rous due reception have,
Before their merit's forc'd reward to crave;
[Page 149] Who to this grace, by well-known virtues rise,
Which make their Courts, the Patterns of the wise.
To Letter'd men exup'rant grace they give,
Since from their works the Fame of Kings must live;
Nor did each worthy Science then deplore,
It rais'd great Artists, and maintain'd them poor.
No Parasites tongue durst poyson virtue here,
Whose antidote did in their beams appear;
Which sov'raign spells these Serpents drive away,
Though for their charms Kings oft, too dearly pay.
And now, while all these Magnitudes thus meer,
Love does design his Empire to compleat;
Who such Heroick hearts selects to be,
The mighty Regions of his Monarchy.
And in the Queens soft breast had kindled fire,
Purer, than e'r Prometheus did inspire;
Though said to rifle Heav'ns Celestial Flame,
Whence life, and love, to humane Bodies came.
[Page 150] Yet as this Master-piece, Love does compleat,
The Princes in her flames must Rivals meet;
Who like their great Originals, design'd,
Copies, as bright, in her illustrious mind.
While they from her divided Graces, know
Her Souls high value, in their virtues too;
As if Love glor'ous Anarchy must use,
E'r these Monarchs, she'l one Sov'raign chuse.
And these great Souls, that no ambitious warr,
Could e'r make Foes, though they did Empire share
Of this Rich Isle, such mighty Nations sought,
Whose Arms they had as dear Associates fought.
Yet Loves Dominion must possess alone,
To which Heav'n gives (most absolute) a Crown;
And though in hearts, his Courts seem narrow spac'd,
Oft has his Thrones by Kings on Foot-stools grac'd.
The End of the Fourth Canto.

The Fifth Canto.

MYsterious Love, the Souls sublimest Theame,
Whose first great Ethicks, gave this divine name;
When, in the Morning-being of Mankind,
Some gentle Blushes, had his Thoughts refin'd.
And, the more Bashful Female, had deny'd
The Claimes of Nature, till more solely ty'd;
Wond'ring, that to Perpetuate Mans Name,
She did forget to vaile Promiscuous shame.
Till when, frail Mankind common Courtships knew,
And Females not less bold, than Males might woo;
From Natures too large Charter, that imply'd,
She gave a Sex, in stead of one Faire Bride.
While Love, that Blush'd, in Lusts wide walkes to Range,
Appropriates Nature, thus indulg'd to Change;
[Page 152] Teaching, that Souls must in a Paire of Hearts
Receive, and Interchange his mighty Darts.
Hence Marriage Rites, and Joyes were first assign'd,
And Man, and Woman, to one Bed confin'd;
Though Love ('tis doubted) took a hard task here,
To limit Passion, Natures wanton Heir.
While, but the Heards of Sence, not charm'd by Eyes,
Or Breaths of Kisses, Humane Hearts surprize,
Free, as the Ayre, that sports in Fields, and Groves,
Beget their Issues, and injoy their Loves.
Nor do they beauties soft Allurements know,
Or chuse a Female, for her tender Hew;
Though deck'd with Furrs of Ermins, Princes Grace,
Nor for the Rose, and Lillies of the Face.
But with a Naked Sence delight their kind,
Not jealous, when some other Male does find
The same Injoyments, for which Mankind prove
Unhappy Flames, and raging Acts of Love.
[Page 153] While Poets, to exalt this mighty Theam;
Ador'd Love first, in their soft Godheads Name;
Telling the world of wondrous charms, and fires,
This Diety in Lovers Breasts inspires.
How he creats a sympathy in hearts,
Converting am'rous beams into his darts;
And as his Engins Lovers eyes convey,
The Babes of Love seem new begot to play.
From such like wonders, Poets first did raise
Temples, and Altars to this Godheads praise;
And like some Superstitions, boldly tell,
How many Martyrs, of this fond Sect fell.
Yet, as Belief in Superstitions Dress,
Seems more Heav'ns Mistress in that frail Excess,
Than Faith, which too much like good Houswife, goes,
And without Pomp, the truth too simply shews.
Thus Poets, (Priests of Nature) did devise.
A God, and Muses, for her Pageantries;
[Page 154] Judging her Robes were but too rudely worn,
Untill her Train was by these Handmaides born.
Whence they her sacred mysteries convey,
Abst acting souls from sence's dull allay;
Making the brightest glories of the mind,
From Gems, (the Muses wear) Reflection find.
But Love, the Queen of Passions, chiefly fame,
Whose fires did first Parnassus Beacons flame,
To warn the world, this Monarck conquers more,
Than all the Power of Arms in Battle wore.
And in this Brittish Court, a Scene now lay'd,
That had the Muses nine times nine been made,
Poets must fruitlessly have spent their fire,
To blaze the Charms these Royal hearts inspire.
While Great Bonduca's breast does entertain
Two glorious Monarchs, undistinguish'd raign;
And, as she strives to place an Empire there,
Albianus value, Vortigers must share.
[Page 155] And though their beauteous forms all hearts surprise,
She gives her Soul Allegeance in her eyes;
That with such virtuous hommage on these look,
As Love hence Themes, his best Platonick Book.
Yet fears she does commit a crime, to be
Divided thus, in his sov'raignity;
Wishing her heart could separate this fire,
And there inthrone of these, one love intire.
Sometimes she leaves the Glories of her Court,
And does with them to flowry shades resort;
Hoping some Rose in Pity there might steal
The am'rous blushes, her soft Cheeks reveal.
Then gently speaks of their past warrs, and praise,
The Fuell, that her hearts high flames does raise;
And thence makes Loves Heroick Theame her choice,
But soon with bashfull accents, stayes their voice.
And now more powerfully her words supplies,
By beaming softer Language from her eyes;
[Page 156] While each, as Love does this Expression use,
Have equal hopes, and fears, which Prince she'll chuse,
Who now could wish, some other Princess were
Her Rival made in virtue, and more fair;
By Heaven to one of these devoted too,
That she may seem to neithers love untrue.
And thus perceiving these Heroick hearts,
Felt with her own, Loves equal wounding darts;
Fears that his flames, though gently fann'd, may raise
Excess of passions, rage, and fury blaze.
Then chides her heart, that did admit Loves spies,
To keep discover'd watches in her eyes;
While she might inward burn, and yet conceal
The flames, her love too rashly does reveal.
Who knows alass, she must not both enjoy,
Yet cannot either by neglect destroy;
But hopeless fears, a Lover to remain,
Of both these Princes, and yet neither gain.
[Page 157] And now delay, (ev'n wisdoms cold despair)
Does beg of Heav'n, to ease this mighty care;
Which, though Times slow, and silent feet it use,
Meets Lovers hearts, oft, with decrees they'd chuse.
And as she had Loves high concern declin'd,
With thoughts of Empire, seems to fill her mind;
Hnd how of Monarchs they most happy raign,
While all their Crowns, one friendly Power maintain.
Next stately Pastimes in her Court prepares,
Thus to delude their anxious hopes, and fears;
With those most fam'd diversions, Brittains boast,
Were then their Courts magnificence, and cost.
But these great Heroes, who from Love did bear
Too jealous eyes, as deeply pierce her care;
Grieving with theirs, her virtues did conspire,
To wound her Breast, with a divided fire:
Disdaining, thus in one despair to live,
Since death to both, or either, cure might give;
[Page 158] And, what becomes their Souls, and Greatness too,
Relief upon the Queens Extremes bestow:
And now some Nights had sad companions spent,
Weighing fit means, to perfect this intent;
That to the Queen may accidental seem,
Or, as Fate did this Act in kindness deem,
Yet hope, that Heav'n from death will one reprieve,
Lest dying both, the Queen should cease to live;
And Love a glorious Triumph loose in her,
That can't else one, unto her heart prefer.
While they, as if no stormy passions brought
Their souls to shipwrack on these rocks of thought,
Like bravest Pilots, unconcern'd appear,
And in their looks, the calms of Summer wear.
Thus, as they meet in presence of the Queen,
In strict Endearments, and Embrace, are seen;
And as Love slept in Cradles of her eyes,
Mention no accent, his soft rest surprise.
[Page 159] While she did both their passions weight endure,
To Heav'n, and Time remits her hearts high cure;
Though love, when hope▪ as sparing diet needs,
Scarce cools the Fever, but his flame more feeds.
And thus with gracious Eloquence does speak,
[...] [...] Princes, since my Court you make
A Scene, where you wore happy victors Bayes
Must flourish, should Time feel the age of dayes,
Who now to give his Calends glory, calls,
For warlike Arthurs high Memorials;
Who fell the last of Brittains Royal Line,
And with our Foes did fifty Battels joyn.
For which Fames Trump does an Attendant wait;
This said, In great magnificence, and state,
To Fortitudes admired Fane repair,
His dust intomb'd with Princes great in warr.
And where for wonder their vast Spears were plac'd,
Bold Picts pursu'd, or hardy Romans chac'd;
[Page 160] With Bowes no other might like theirs e'r drew,
And Armour, that Men now would Dwarfish show.
While Choristers in stately measures sing,
The Martial Glory, of each mighty King;
With Arthur's Deeds, scarce Stories this day blaze
That by Times Guilt; lose wonders of his Praise.
Which done, to Honor Fortitudes high Name
With these brave Relicks, Heroes past did Fame;
In solemne state Devote unto this Fane
Their Mighty Spears (had fierce Alvatrix slain
And warlike Ennius) which in Shrines they place,
That from the Queens Gift, Precious Gems did Grace,
And next to spacious Fields, a Progress lead,
VVere kept devoted to these Glories dead;
In which, they use of Armes, and Pastimes held,
Brittains (so far all Nations else) excell'd.
Where they behold, how some for Garlands run,
Swift, as Time made them Footmen, to the Sun;
[Page 161] With nimble Wrestlers, that most useful show,
How strengths rough force, to skil should conduct owe.
And here the Bowmen shoot with dext'rous aimes,
Whence Ages past, this Isle such Prowess claimes;
Whose force in Guns black use, though now laid by,
Gave Deaths, where their fierce Thunders useless fly
Some next the Race on Brittish Coursers take,
More swift, than those, Epyrus Glories speak;
Or such, the Barbes neat kind, at this Day Fame,
Or, the Arabick generous Horse can claime;
Of these, the Victors Browes, with Palmes are spread,
Pleas'd with the Glory, to be Conqu'rors led;
And, lest Fames Trump, should not their Praises bear,
Exulting, Neigh shrill Joyes, find wings of Ayre.
And thus for wonder, some on backs of Steeds;
They here enforce, unto their utmost speeds;
Pierce Marks with Arrows, or as Chariots glide
Their swift Carreers, as happy Shafts do guide:
[Page 162] To whom, the Queen does Silver Quivers give;
And, that the use of Bowes, more fam'd might live,
Invites the Princes, with her self to try,
Which Shaft of theirs, with happy'st Aime shall fly:
And thus a Jewel from her Breast she takes,
For their Bright Marke; at which her Arrow makes
Such dext'rous wing, as it the Ring of Gold
Pierces, this object to their aimes did hold:
Which done, these mighty Heroes Shafts take Flight,
Dubious, which to the Gemm most near does light;
But, Albianus's, did chance to rest
Nearest the Queens; Loves measure judgeth best.
Which the Great Vortiger resenteth so,
As Love, with theirs, had bent his Partial Bow;
Scarcely concealing, those resolves of Fate,
Their Hearts, in this high Cause, decreed so late:
But Fate, that had occasion duely chose,
Gives to his Flames, an outward seem'd repose;
[Page 163] And, as the Queen, a grievous Part must bear,
Makes her spectator, of Loves danger here:
Who, with a longing Glory, to behold
The stately Tournments, Brittains held of old;
Gladly the Princes with their Chiefs does see,
Renowning thus, Great Arthur's Memory.
While in a Marble Throne, her Person's plac'd,
That with his Mighty Warlike Figure's grac'd;
Beneath whom, these in costly Arms sit round,
Tables, like those, in Arthur's Court were found.
When his bold Knights, and Heroes, Triumphs made
For Conquests, or such stately Pastimes had;
Or else, in Honor of Fam'd George, held Feasts,
To entertain, such valiant Brittains Guests.
And hence, in shining Armes, the Princes rise,
To lead the way to these Solemnities;
While, after they had strict Embracings past,
The Queen, nor any thought, were meant their last.
[Page 164] Albianus does to Vortiger convey
This fatal Whisper; If both fall this day,
'Tis but Loves Justice; or if one survive,
May then Loves Mercy, him Bonduca give.
At which, great Vortigers stout heart does melt,
That Wars deep wounds, had unconcern'd still felt;
And now his Eyes permits to shed some Tears,
Wishing, his Death may end this Princes Cares.
Thus Mounted with their Chiefs, and Brittish Knights,
Select the most approv'd in these brave Rites;
Such as great Arthur in his Life did Fame,
For Glorious Tournments, and Wars daring Flame;
Of whom, Albianus does Darander take,
With stout Androgeus Lists did famous make;
And bold Clarinus, expert as the rest,
With twenty Knights, on each side skill'd the best.
To whom great Vortiger his Chiefs does add,
Corynus, Troylus, Torringer, all glad
[Page 165] Their Launces, with their Martial Prince, to weild,
Whom Foes could ne'r resist, when Fought in Field:
Who, for their Judges, fam'd Martianus chuse,
With brave Favonius, could to wonder use
Their Armes in Turn'ments; and from Rome had won
Trophies, their Valours highly did Renown:
And from the Queen had Garlands to bestow,
With Silver Shields, must happy Victors show;
That here most dext'rously their Launces guide,
And best command, their furious Steeds, bold Pride.
From whom, the Signal Given, on Coursers meet,
Might challenge Windes, to match their speedy Feet;
While from their Hoofes, the Ground does seem to shake,
As it did now, an Earthquakes Ague take.
And in these Glorious Pastimes here, to show
How much their Prowess, against Foes could doe;
Their mighty Launces, (though tough Limbs of Oake.)
Are, with their onsets, into shivers broke.
[Page 166] Rebounding from their Armed Breasts, so high,
As if they did from Battering Engins fly;
Which these upon their Steeds, unmov'd abide,
Might level Towers, Assaults of War defy'd.
While these great Princes, that submitted here,
Their Lives, and Loves, to Fates regardless care;
Had slightest Armours with design put on,
Their Launces Pierce, and in their Bodies run:
From whence blood issues out, with so much haste,
As now their lives, must but few minutes last;
That even their souls, were taking wing to sly
To Deaths Pale seates, frail Natures Ignomy.
And thus fall from their Steeds, imbru'd in Gore,
While all here Present, doe from Heaven Implore
Their hopeless Lives; which how shall Brittains mourn,
Or Gaules, and Romanes, hence despair returne?
But more than all, the beauteous Queen opprest
With griefe, and Love, each storming now her Breast;
[Page 167] A while wants Power, to lift to Heaven her eyes,
Or speak with Tears, her tender hearts surprize.
Then calls for help, from such best skill'd in Cure,
But finds, their Arts cannot her Fears secure;
And even Heaven blames, that Love allow'd such charmes,
Should be no Medicine, to heal their harmes.
Yet, as Loves Cordials, layes her lips to theirs,
Mingling of kisses, with the Balme of Tears;
While such deep simpathy, her heart does feel,
As thence, her tender life begins to steal.
Whose Rose, and Lilly Cheeks, now turn to pale,
That even her beauties shine, but through deaths vaile;
Her Pulse scarce beating Natures utmost strife,
While Virgin-Palmes, her Temples Chafe for life.
A midst whose Armes, she's in a Chariot laid,
And gently towards her Court, is thus convey'd;
Next whom the Princes, are in Litters borne,
This glorious Presence, (sad Attendants) mourn;
[Page 168] Invoking Heaven with Teares, and loudest Griefe,
To yield their Lives, in these extreames Reliefe;
Yet more, then their deep Cures, the Queens despair,
That in her breast, the wounds of Love did bear:
In this distress, some Sages present, move,
They should Merlinus skill, before all prove;
Who had such wondrous Cures, for Brittains wrought,
By Remedies, no Art, save his, e'r taught.
To whom all yield, and make Merlinus know,
What high concernes, require his Presence now,
While Queen, and Princes, mournfully they bear,
To Beds of ease, scarce breathing lifes last ayre.
The End of the Fifth Canto.

The Sixth Canto.

BEfore these Tydings to Merlinus speed,
His swifter Science, knew the fatal need
Of Queen, and Princes, who in Natures Book,
For all events, did most Assiduous look:
Nor could her Causes, and Effects create
The World a Providence, or Mankind Fate;
But, as her aptest Schollar, him had taught,
Which other Mortals, as vain Empericks sought:
Who, no less weighs her humble ease, and power,
In every tender Hearb, and smiling Flower;
Then in those prouder Blessings she conveys
From Sun, or Stars stupend'ous course, and Rayes.
And now Merlinus at the Court appears,
The Queen, and Princes dangers fill'd with cares;
[Page 170] Who but in his deep skill, their hope repose,
Since Fate their lives, so dreadful did oppose.
Where he beholds the beauteous Ladies Mourn,
As if to Statues, Niob like they'd turne;
Or that the Queens soft life, so farr were fled,
His Art, must now recall her, from the Dead.
While with their Prayers, and Blessings, he arrives
Unto her Presence, viewing how life strives
For weak Possession, in that beaut'ous frame,
Death, as his fairest Captive, hopes to claim.
Next feels her Pulse, with all his subtle Art,
But finds its strength retyr'd, to ayde the Heart;
Which, as Loves Region, has a right to be,
The last surrender'd, to Deaths Victory.
Then takes a Cordial, made of purest Gold,
No man before did Potable behold;
With Dewes infus'd, the Diamond Rocks distil,
And Pearles rich Soul, extracted by his skill.
[Page 171] To these an Essence adds, more precious too,
Chymists th' Elixar call; but since none show,
That would this work in costly Limbecks breed,
And coldly live, their Arts vain Fires to feed.
While of this Liquor, (whose least drop might be,
Valu'd above all Indian-Treasury;)
Through the Queens Lips, conveys a gentle draught,
Whence Life, even fled away, is back soon brought.
And now her Pulse, begins lifes March to beate,
While Death's pale Flags, her Rosie Cheeks defeat,
And next, does open Windowes of her Eyes,
That seem like Stars, new kindled in the skies.
Merlinus joy'd, his Cordial thus succeeds;
To th' wounded Princes next, his Person speeds;
Griev'd, that he could not, all at once supply,
And weeps, to see in what extreames they lie.
Then takes a Balme of this Elixar made,
Which to their griefs, with tender hand convey'd,
[Page 172] Their drooping hearts, to wonder does restore,
And shows their wounds, must not have Mortal power.
Nor had the Sun two dayes bright Circles shin'd,
But their great Lives, their Pristine vigours find;
Which more to Joy, the Queen as speedy mends,
And all but Loves soft wounds, from his Cure ends.
Whence common Artists, that make life endure
A tedious Diet, and loath'd Physicks Cure;
Wonder'd, Disease, so soon surpriz'd should be,
By his sublimer skill, and remedy.
And now, that rumor swiftly might convey,
Through Brittain, Joyes, for this most happy day;
The Princes visit the most beaut'ous Queen,
Who for their sakes had thus afflicted been,
And, at her feet, with tears now prostate lie,
Imploring pardon, they design'd to dye;
Since she their lives esteem'd at that high price,
As to resign her own, Deaths Sacrifice.
[Page 173] Grieving that Love, should so much oblige Fate,
And from her wounds, their sins recriminate,
Who for Loves sake chose death themselves to give,
That she more happy, by their falls might live.
To whom, with gracious words, she thus replyes;
Belov'd of Men, and Joy of Brittish Eyes,
Who, ne'r like this, shall Register an hour,
Though their bright Records mention Roman Power,
Defeated by your Prowess, and Gaul brought,
To rue that time, when you conjoyn'd, they fought;
For which the Sun shall ne'r consume a Day,
But I devoted thankes to Heaven will pay.
That can no Merit, great enough allow
To you, as Princes, and as Lovers too;
For which, 'tis my unhappiness to live,
Except at once I had two Souls to give.
Yet must your Passions blame, that did decree
A Death of both, or either, without me
[Page 174] That could have been contented first to dye,
And Pay Loves Debt, with my sad destiny.
Then, to each Prince, a gentle hand does give,
Which humbly kiss'd, they on their knees receive;
Whose Lilly-white, best Orient-Pearl did stain,
And out-shin'd Saphyrs blew, in every vein.
Thus leads them with her, to a Royal seat,
Where soon, Merlinus did attend to Greet,
The happy Cures, his wondrous art had done,
Which they with highest thanks, and presents own,
[...] to his Person, great endearments give,
Admiring his deep meanes, by which they live;
Whence they, in such short time, o'rcame their griefs,
And Nature furnish'd, with such strange reliefes.
To whom Merlinus thus does humbly speak,
Since Nature, her bright handmaid Art did make;
Few of her Counsels, and admir'd effects,
But profound Science, wondrously Inspects.
[Page 175] Else her large Providence, that guides things here,
Must prove to Mortals, but a niggard Care;
If she producing Creatures, by her Power,
Did fail of meanes, their Glories might restore.
Hence through the Universe, her healthful Lawes
With every being, show a Divine cause,
While Stars, no more her operations cost,
Than Plants, and Herbs, that humbly spring, may boast,
Nor does this Mistress of the World deny,
To disclose secrets, in her bosome lie,
If Mans frail Sense, she does sublimely teach,
Can the deep Process, of her wonders reach.
Hence Med'cins sets apart, (and joyes the Cure,
That makes her Individuals, long endure;)
Which, in her most lov'd sympathies consist,
Or such Antipathies, Disease resist.
Thus by my skill, and fervent Prayers, I sought,
That Soul to Inform'd matter, first she brought;
[Page 176] Which has from Elements, distinct essence,
Yet is of all things, one best Quintessence.
And this our Lives Infirmities Restores,
Beyond the aid of Natures common Powers;
Assisting life, with life, the self same way,
That first in Bodies, she did Souls convey.
This said, a Vial (of a substance too,
His Art next precious to th' Elixar knew;)
Presents the Queen and Princes, which contain'd
This sublime worke, by his deep Science gain'd
At Natures richest cost, whose value could
Purchase the World, and next transmute to Gold
All kind of mettals, that if Treasure fail,
This endless wealth, might Brittains Foes assaile.
And here admiring, they a while it view,
Which does in colour, far more beaut'ous show,
Than Iris various Arch, and seemes like beames
Of Sun, and Stars, or more Coelestial Flames.
[Page 177] And to Merlinus, with one voice reply,
Most mighty Bard, since in thy skill, doth lie
Such sublime knowledge, ne'r to Man was known,
May future Ages ever it Renown,
Not suffering time, whose hand doth often raze
His choicest glories, ever thine deface;
Or from forgotten truth, make Fictions Fame,
The bold oblivion, of thy sacred Name.
Which said, resolve, this matchless work shall be
Preserv'd, as Natures highest Mystery;
And in that Temple kept, where Brittains pay
Devotion, to her mighty Power each day.
And now the Queen, whose mind unusual cares
Did apprehend, in her late sad despaires;
Acquaints him, how her Soul a Voyage took;
In that deep Trance, as it lifes Fetters broke.
Whence to her seem'd, that warlike Nations spread
Banners throughout this Isle, with horror led;
[Page 178] Whose manners they, before did never know,
With Images, beheld of Princes too.
That should mix blood, with Brittains Royal Line,
And thence succeeding Ages, fruitful shine;
Changing Complexion of our Lawes, and Speech,
Say, wond'rous Bard, if thy deep Science reach
To future things, What do these Visions speak?
Or, are they but such Fantasmes, vain Dreams make?
To which, this Learned Sage, does thus express;
Illustrious Queen, though 'tis most hard, to guess
Succeeding Acts of Time, wrapt in the Lawes
Of Providence, the Worlds great hidden cause;
While in our Bodies, Souls commix with Sence,
That does obstruct, their Divine Praescience;
Else might their Vision, without sensual eyes,
Take highest Prospect, of her Mysteries;
Since Nature to the World, and all things live,
In different Bodies, a-like Soul does give;
[Page 179] And is diffus'd, from her Internal mind,
Where every cause, does actual fore-sight find;
Which, since our Souls, cannot in Bodies reach,
By glorious Mediums, she our Sence does teach.
Nor, must we think, the Orbes, and Starry-Sphaere,
But, as Nights Tapers, Heaven has kindled there;
Or, that Ecclipses of the Sun, and Moon,
Defects of Nature show, and not our own;
Though it must dazel Humane sence, to read
The Text of Heaven, in such bright causes spread.
Hence oft Mutations follow Crowns, and States,
Which ignorant minds allot to Chance, and Fates;
While nothing to us Mortals, [...] insues,
But she in some Prophetick Cause foreshewes.
And what the restless studies of my Art
To you great Queen, and Princes, can impart,
I humbly offer, in this hour to show,
That strikes my Soul, with some amazement too.
[Page 180] Craving this Royal Presence, a short space,
Some learned Products, of his skill to grace,
And may, for Brittains sake, be useful seen;
Which said, the Princes, with the beauteous Queen,
Remove in State, and thus by him are brought,
To an Appartment vast, and wond'rous wrought.
From Archytects, taught by his deep survey,
Which none but he, e'r enter'd to this day.
Wherein this Sage, long Contemplation took,
T'instruct the World, in Natures profound Book;
Or else the Muses sublime Raptures writ,
That Poets call Heavens best inspired wit.
A Science graces all, yet taught by none,
In Schooles Pedantick Tearmes, and Precepts known;
Where Faith, could not it self from Tutors free,
While this remains, untaught Divinity.
And Natures best Exchequer, has for store,
Spending profusely thence, yet never Poor;
[Page 181] Though oft like virtue, meets Inglorious Fate,
Since more than Human Soul, its worth must rate.
Nor did that Age, the Muses less esteem,
Than Sacred Raptures, Men Prophetick deeme;
From whence the wise, Castalian Cliffs aspir'd,
And with Heavens zeal, this Divine gift admir'd.
The End of the Sixth Canto.

The Seventh Canto.

ANd now, this Royal Presence duely plac'd,
Wonder to see how this Appartment's grac'd;
Whose Globulous roofe, seems like a moving Sphaere,
Where Stars in Aspects shine, as Heaven was there.
Nor were the Walls, and Pillars, less bright fam'd,
By his great skill, of hardn'd Chrystal fram'd;
That none e'r malleable, had made before,
And which all shapes, of Creatures, figur'd bore.
Then entertains their Royal Eares, and sight,
With Bodies, wond'rous organ'd for delight;
While some, in Birdlike shapes, best Musick sing,
And thus about this Roofe, are seen to wing.
Next which, in various Postures, did appear
Gygantick figur'd-Men, and what's as rare,
[Page 183] The shapes of Pigmyes, Natures Dwarfish crew,
That Dialogue speak, and make strangè exits too.
A Crystal wall then severs, whence to sight
A Scene appeares, than Evenings Sky more bright.
Whose shining seates, the antient Royal Race
Of Brittish Kings, in their past glories grace:
Which, as this presence with due wonder saw,
A Cloud-like Curtain, did before it draw;
As oft, the setting-Suns bright face does wear,
Made by his Art, of some such matter here.
Then shapes of Heroes, represents to view,
The Queen from her late dreadful vision knew;
To be of that sterne Nations mighty Race,
Succeeding time, did Saxon Monarchs place.
Whose Visage look'd, as if compos'd they were,
Of Natures Roughest Elements for War;
Each in a Martial Cassock, clad of blew,
The Armes of Nobles blaze, or Princes shew.
[Page 184] While Warlike Hengist, with a brandish't Spear,
And furious Horsa, foremost do appear;
Those fatal Brothers, first trod Brittish shore,
To lead through Seas of blood, fierce Saxon power.
Next these, passe Scepter'd Kings, of this high line,
With Alfred, must in story ever shine;
For all such virtues, Subjects Reverence draw,
And gave this Isle, first English Name, and Law.
Who, no less fam'd in War, his mighty state,
The Conquer'd Trophies of fierce Danes does wait;
Whose bloody onsets, this Isle long withstood,
Before they Raign'd, or mix'd, with Native blood.
And here Great Edmund, who vast Battels fought,
With Danish Knute, are to sole Combat brought;
As this day, Story enterpriz'd does fame,
Where Severne Banks are wash'd by his rough stream.
But pardon, Reader, if my Muse hence spare,
To fing these Nations, long divided War;
[Page 185] Or how from Blood, and Arms, their Kings did raign,
Which must thy toyles, and tears together gain.
While with this wondrous vision, I descend
To Royal Edward, Saxon Kings does end;
Nature Divinely Issue did deny,
Since few succeeding, match'd his Piety.
And briefly, from this Artists deeds relate,
How Norman Kings possest this mighty State,
Since their first William, Rul'd by Conquests claim,
And left its Throne, at once rough Laws, and Fame.
On whom attending here those Heroes stand,
First serv'd his Arms, and planted in this Land;
Whence so much of our Noble Blood, since streams,
And speaks the honor of their Acts, and Names.
Next to Great William, Rufus does appear.
Who dy'd his Successor, without an Heir;
While Henry younger, does usurp the Throne,
And Robert, to both elder, sadly shown:
[Page 186] His eyes put out, by that ambitious Fate,
Made Henry younger, seise his Royal state;
Who clouded thus, his hands to heaven does spread,
T'invoke their crimes, should thence be punished.
Nor did remain a Male Prince of his Line,
Leaving his Crown, in beaut'ous Maud to shine;
Whose glorious love, Plantagenet inthron'd,
Whom France, (at such dear cost of Arms,) renown'd.
Descending thence, their eyes were entertain'd,
With all, of that high Lineage, here since raign'd;
Of which, the first unhappy Prince, was John,
If evil Kings, from Subjects hate, are known.
And here with troubled looks, he seems to view,
Those first bold Charters, Englands Freedom shew;
Which to this day, supremest Law has stood,
But speaks, that Ages Crime, since got with blood.
Near whom the mighty Barons sternly wait,
Who made his Power, by Arms legitimate;
[Page 187] From which black Vail, too late Rebellion springs,
And Treason seems, but now, past Acts, of Kings.
His Son succeeding, Lion-like, next sought,
To rend that knotty toyl, forc'd Law had brought;
But finds his Subjects made too boldly free,
E'r to resign their ill-got Liberty.
Three Edwards then inthrone this Royal Race,
The first of which, both Peace and warre did grace;
Whose valour Impious Saracons did rue,
And hardy Scots, save his, ne'r Conquest knew.
But soon alass, in his luxurious Son,
Declin'd that glory, did his Armes renown;
Until his Grandson did revive his Fame,
And in France trophy'd, a like Edwards Name.
And had his mighty First-born next him reign'd,
What Empire might not Brittish Armes have gain'd:
Whose like not Greece, or Rome Produc'd in warre,
And had of all, been greatest Conquerer.
[Page 188] But he a Princely Son, less happy left,
In his youths flower, of Crown, and Life bereft;
When Lancasters bold Line possest his Throne,
And rais'd a Royal warre, so bloody known.
Of whom, Fifth Henry is most glorious seen,
Who conquer'd France, and its fair Heir made Queen;
Leaving that Realms possession to his Son,
Whose zeal to heaven, lost there, what he had won.
And here with heavenly looks, (as Angels shew,
That humane Figures represent to view;)
Beholds that cruel hand, and bloody stroke,
His Life too good for mortal Rule, had took.
Next whom, in dismal Images, are shown
Such Princes fell in warre, each Line to crown;
VVhile Lancasters, the fatal Red Rose bear,
And Yorks the white, not guiltless, though right Heir.
Which Vision pass'd, a joyfull glorious sight,
Presents here objects, vary'd with delight.
[Page 189] Where Marriage Rites, each Royal Lineage joyn,
And Lancasters high Blood, with Yorks does shine.
In that fair Princess, fam'd fourth Edward left,
His young unhappy Males, of life bereft;
Whose tender Glories, their fierce Unckle seiz'd,
And from a false Protector, King was rais'd.
Thus, was Great Tenders mighty Reign here seen,
Espous'd a Soveraign, in Yorks Heiress Queen;
VVhile Ages warre, to love, does Trophies yield,
Who crowns in this great Bride, His Bosworth Field,
No less in Peace, his Conduct sage appears,
Whence Kings, too oft indulge, their Thrones high cares;
Whose active Prudence swayes each Royal State,
That crave, his wise allowance to be Great:
Some he more near endears unto his Crown,
In his fair Princely Daughters-Matches, known.
Who court his Blood, to give their Crowns wise Kings.
And all Great Brittain since, one Scepter brings.
[Page 190] Next here's display'd his wondrous Treasures sight,
That speaks his Royal Thrift, and Monarchs might,
Though some this Avarice call, not Princely Care,
Whilst he too much, his Subjects griev'd, to spare.
From which high Juncture, that eight Henry springs,
VVho had in one soul, many mighty Kings;
Though his great Copy, bears some marks of ill,
Since Law, he made less Powerful, than his will.
And here his several Queens, too sadly known,
His frailer Loves, advanc'd, unto his Throne;
In mourning Vails, this profound Bard does show,
VVho from their Fates, is call'd Loves Tyrant too.
To whom succeeds a Son, (in years, though young,)
That reign'd small time, as his fierce Rule was long;
Wise before man, and as for men too good,
Dy'd Flower of Princes, in an early Bud.
Next whom, appears his elder Sisters Raign,
Whose zeal, our Stories more than Rule complain;
[Page 191] Which pious Crime her Subjects did deplore,
Since Faith her guilty made of cruel power;
Shewing that zeal, when it too furious grows,
Promotes not Faith, but 'gainst it raises Foes,
And, as her Fathers Consorts deaths, did leave
A Curse, his Lawless bed, must thence receive;
His great begotten, issueless were seen,
Ending his Lyneage, in a Virgin-Queen:
Though more in Soul, than Nature could convey,
Teaching Men Rule, and Women to obey:
And, had she not been guilty of that stroke,
Her fair allyanc'd blood, so spotless took;
Her virgin Robes, had been far brighter wore,
And she, the wonder dy'd, of Soveraign power;
While Heaven, that scarcely could her loss repair,
Preserv'd, for all great Brittain, her next heir;
That mighty James, who brought such peaceful days,
And had for wisdom, more than humane praise;
[Page 192] On whom, here Glorious Embassies attend,
Their Masters, with submissive Treaties send;
Returning all, with prudent wonder home,
As once the Wise, from Solomon did come.
While here the wary Spaniards Courtships, poure
Their Indian Mines, on his more happy shore;
That Saturnes Golden Age, his Raign did show,
And fled Astraea, seems to return now.
Thus to his royal Son descends his Throne,
Less great in Fortune, than in Virtue known,
In whom, all Graces so divinely met,
As Heaven took paines, his virtue to compleat.
Who meekness joyn'd, with Princely Majesty.
And each adorn'd, by matchless Piety;
That impious Rebels, his just Power withstood,
Confess'd him, (both as Man, and King) most Good.
While o'r his head, the shapes of Angels fly,
Merlinus wing'd, by his Arts mystery;
[Page 193] And next an Azur'd Vaile before him drew,
Hides his black Scene of Murder, from their view.
Which done, a troop of rough-arm'd men appear,
Their hands in Sacred Blood embrew'd, and war;
Whose visage look'd, as if that Hell had sent,
Rebels from thence, for some such curs'd intent.
Amongst whom their dire Chiefe, like Pluto's shown,
When his Friends pay black Duties to his Throne;
Whose eyes were seen, like sanguine Balls of Fire,
While blasts of Sulphur, his flam'd Nares transpire.
And next, his Lips dissolve, that impious breath,
Betray'd both King, and Subjects, to vile death;
While Rolls of Oathes, his mouth disgorges here,
That must Hells blackest Records, ever bear.
Not long, Merlinus, does present this sight,
But in a mist, does Image, stygian Night;
This horrid vision from their eyes conveys,
And soon does figure happy Royal dayes;
[Page 194] That in great Second Charles, this Isle restores,
Too sadly griev'd, by Tyrant Subjects Powers;
Who here returning, seem'd like wish'd for Spring,
Long suffer'd Winter, happily did bring.
On whom, such Triumphs, and vast Glories waite,
As late him wellcom'd, to his royal state;
For which, the good transcendent joyes express,
Assur'd in him, of all just happiness.
And here, to represent his Naval Power,
Ships seem to move, upon this wondrous Floore;
On which, the vanquish'd Belgian Vessels fly,
Yeilding the Seas, to his Sov'raignity.
Whence Brittish Ships, in happy Calmes now steere,
That Indian-Mines, in their rich bottomes bear;
With whatsoe'r to boundless Trade accrewes,
All which this Sage, Prophetickly foreshowes.
And, to consummate, with more wonder too,
Each royal vision, represented now;
[Page 195] Behold, great Vortiger, does figur'd, lead;
A beaut'ous Princess, must with him precede
These mighty Glories, whence in future springs,
Th' Illustrious Saxon blood, and Brittish Kings;
Who here did seem so wounding faire, and bright,
As even the Queen is Rivall'd by her sight:
VVhose Rosie Cheeks, express a lovely fear,
Yet grants this object, may her own compare;
Confessing, Heaven does not impartial prove,
If such a Rival should injoy his Love.
While Albianus with amazement strook,
On this, (above all wonders seen,) does look;
Thinking, what its appearance should foreshow,
Or what's the Science, future things can know.
But Vortiger, transported more, to see
His Figure, lead this beaut'ous Imag'ry;
Since in his Breast, the Queens all-powerful beames,
Already kindled had a Lovers Flames.
[Page 196] Demands, a thousand wayes perplex'd in thought,
VVhat strange effects, in Brittain, should be wrought;
Or if his Art, in remote causes saw
How unknown Love, must give his Soul a Law.
To whom, this mighty Bard, did thus reply,
Renowned Prince, in Providence, do lie
Such secrets, Natures high Appartments close,
Our search cannot discern, or wills oppose;
Though from this glorious Handmaid she does give,
The world a being, and all things, that live;
VVhence such mutations, we observe in state,
And Princes, with a secret homage, waite.
VVhile every Passion, of our Humane soul,
This sublime Inclination does controule;
Nor has Loves power (so much endeares the sence)
Other, then Charmes, of her bright influence.
But, as we thus, from Providence, are led,
VVe follow steps unknown, this guide does tread;
[Page 197] Nor can my deepest science, apprehend
The meanes, producing every admir'd end;
Though she sometimes, this obscure Vaile layes by,
VVhence in her Face, we view her Prophesy,
That in each star, with eyes on us, does look,
And thus we oft may read, her future Book.
From which high Text, my Art (with humble dread)
Has in these Visions, a deep Comment read;
Nor such, did Spels, or Charmes, e'r like supply,
That spoke and mov'd, by Nerves of Geometry.
The Queen, and Princes, wond'ring at his Art,
That could such secrets Imag'd thus impart;
VVhich might even Archymedes here have taught,
VVhose Geometrick Engins wonders wrought;
In state withdraw, from this stupendious Place,
No Royal Presence, e'r like this, did grace;
[Page 198] Giving Merlinus, highest Thanks, and Praise,
Who (like Heavens Act) had foreshown future dayes▪
The End of the Second Book.
FINIS.

ERRATA.

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