TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS, JOHN Earle of Lauderdale, &c. His Majesties High Commissioner for the Kingdom of SCOTLAND, HIS GRACE, A Congratulatory welcome of an Heart-well-wishing Quill: HECATOMBE.
AWake, dull Muses, from Lethargick Trance;
Apollo calls, in Raptures to advance.
Each Quill hath freedom; now is time or never
The Treas'rie of Invention to discover.
All Hopes are frustrate of Rebellions Band,
Now manacl'd, in blood can no more stand.
The venom'd, waspish, mutinous Tongues are known;
'Twill fruitless prove the language such have shown:
Enigma Ridling-Satyrs, upon Stage,
Self-ruine does to th'Authors but presage:
As Night-Owls dare in Day not show their faces,
Repining State-Moths would destroy all Peaces.
Behold! behold! comes th' Atlas of Our Crown,
(Its Good, and Kingdoms Shield) foes to pull down:
His PRINCES Thoughts, Wishes, Desires (exprest)
Seal'd's in a Loyal Secretaries Brest:
Nay more, His Royal Heart He doth present,
To signifie His Love to Parliament.
What male-contented spirit can he be,
Thee does not welcome with alacritie!
While others sleep'd, Thy Contemplation wak'd,
Fearing Thy Countreys glory should be shak'd
By Circumveening Councels of strange Foes,
Whose Vigilance all Machiavils outgoes.
No Native, sure, can Thy Intents mistrust;
Prov'd, by Experience, all along, Most just:
'Twixt KING and Subject, betwixt Church and State,
Impartiall Ʋmpire, reconciles Debate.
In Albions wildest, and remotest Ground,
Makes Concord flourish, and in Fruits abound:
A Soveraign Balm, (Men judging now supposes)
Will cure all Jars 'twixt Thistle and the Roses;
Yea, link Them fast into a Gordian-Knot,
And make Amneste by-past wrongs out-blot:
So by the Couching Lions 'twill be vaunted,
The Rampant's Courage makes Them now undaunted:
Then who dares touch the Rose to do it harm!
Will find the Thistle a defensive Arm:
Whose Pricking Valour, Fatal Chair, and Crown,
A Birth-right pleads: no Nation like can owne.
But who will judge who hes the prior Seat?
'Gain when Renuptiat's Britains divorc'd State:
Thy Countries Honour late hath so preferr'd,
(Unvoyc'd) Her Case may to Thee be referr'd:
Her dearest Son of Merit, 'bove whose Head
The Garlands of Her Throne ne're withered;
Whose Fragrant Leaves to Scepter will, by Thee,
As Verdent looks, as when first pull'd from Tree:
Strong, Stately Twist, does keep unrent asunder
Th' unconquer'd Ophir Closs-Crown, (Ages Wonder)
Whose Priviledges Thy foreseeing Wit
And Martiall Prudence makes in safety sit.
But mark! the Voice of Caesar's great Command,
Hes measur'd Britain with His Mighty Hand,
Surrounded with the Ocean (as a Wall
Of Brass) whose force the World can not make fall:
Without partition, th' undivided Center,
Heav'ns Sey-piece of Creations first adventure:
Free from the Evah-bondage of that Tree,
Tempt'd Mans Free-Will to infelicitie:
Where Providence hath fix'd Her ruling Hand,
Under one Head makes Britains Body stand;
Whileas of old upon Her shoulders stood
Numbers of Kings, thirsting each others blood:
Composed now in one fit Monarchie,
Of Head and Members Glorious to see.
May His Great World-terr'fying work go on,
That Kings may become subjects to His Throne;
Perplex'd too long, by sad Intestine Broyls,
Which might have Conquer'd all resisting soyls.
O how in fear each Forrain State may stand,
Left Britains unknown strength shall Them Command,
Thral'd in past Ages, ne're to light could come,
Hid as twinn'd-Children wrestling in one womb;
The Mothers Bowels oft have almost burst,
Striving who should the other first out-thrust:
Whose succinct Laws (made from Corruption free)
To Athens Schools will prove the Librarie;
Nay, 'twill be found, Lacedemoneas Court
Of Students, will to Britains Coasts resort:
Then by a common Freedome in This Union,
Her Natives may Traffique in each Dominion
VVith Canvass wing'd, beyond the Lyne may flie,
And make our Britain Europs Emporie:
So may Thy splendor unto our Horizon
The Scepter sway, and Royall power Blazon:
Calm stormy Clouds, dispell our Babel Tongues,
Compesce Sedition and imagind wrongs:
Let Britain become in one State Pollitick,
And that Her Church be Scriptures Apostolick,
That others may to Her Conformists be,
Purg'd from th' impostumes of black Heresie:
Thus hence our Law, Religion, and Commerce,
Be one, and free throughout the Universe:
Then Happy Thou This Union if prove wrought,
VVhich former Tymes ne're to perfection brought;
A future blessing to Thy Monarchs Line,
Succesfull Heir t'an Hundred Kings and nine.
Heav'ns second Thee to Better CHARLES His Waine,
JOHN MET [...]L [...]N Anag: THE ONLIE MAN.
Our Boreas Pole, for it THE ONLIE MAN.
M. M.
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