In Illustrissimum, ac Serenissimum, JACOBUM II. Regem Magnae Britaniae, Franciae, & Hiberniae, &c. Cum publice Coronam Regalem indueret, CARMEN ἘΠΙΦΩΝΉΤΙΚΟΝ.
NUnc populi Paeana canant, pariter
(que) triumphent,
Undi
(que) nunc altè resonantia tympana loetos
Dent sonitus, tormenta tonent flammantia; puppes
Per mare agant chore as, saltu
(que) ad littora tendant.
Cunctae simul Meritis
JACOBI tempora sertis
Condecorent; lauro
(que) caput Victrice coronent:
Nam cunctos Regi decet exultare sideles
Hac luce, & pariter loetos celebrare triumphos,
Hac luce, imminuit nostros quae jure dolores,
Suspensas
(que) tenet lachrymas, luctum
(que) repellit.
Texit horizontem nox atra, & lurida nostrum
Carolus ut cecidit justus, bonus, inclitus, ingens:
Nunc vero est radiis decorata
Britannia claris,
Te proebente tuos licet inter nubila vultus,
Sol-
JACOBE, fugans nebulas, tua splendida gemmis
Signiferum populi faciens Diademata nostri.
Est tibi Majestas, est virtus martia, nec non
Mansuetudo animum decorat mitissima magnum.
Non tulit aequa tuis
Ahasueri fama trophoeis;
Nec tam magnifico cinxit Diademate crinem.
Regina effulget velut
Hestera, gratia talis
Insidet eximiae divina
(que) Gloria formae:
Corporis externis, animi
(que) in sede repostis
Dotibus, excelso genitam se sangine monstrat.
Qui
(que) tuis parent sceptris hi robore vincunt
Peliden Phrygij fulmen memorabile belli.
Exiguus Mundus jucundi
Edenis imago
Anglia foecunda est, liquido circumdata ponto.
Quae tanti imperio regitur subjecta Monarchae,
Ʋt nemo hunc terris, undisve Lacessere bello
Audeat Hectoridum. Tunc cum diadema
Britannum
Obductum est tenebris, implevit nomine regna
Extera: nunc proprijs monstrat sua lumina terris.
At
(que) ita, Magnanimi tandem de more
Georgi,
Splendida quem innumeros memorat repetita per annos
Fama veneniferum ferri necuisse draconem
Cuspide, tu rabidos domuisti fortiter hostes.
Sed quid ego radijs monstro jam solis
Eois
Lumina syderei medium peragrantia coeli?
(Scilicet haec laudum prima est,
JACOBE, tuarum,)
Cui genitor frater
(que) fuit (peramabile nomen)
Carolus, imperij recipit moderamina nostri.
Nunc ergo attonitis animis vultu
(que) Rebelles
Loetisonas audite tubas, alacrem
(que) triumphum.
A PANEGYRICK POEM ON THE Coronation OF The Illustrious and Serene, JAMES II. King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland. &c.
LEt Subjects sing, Bells ring, and Cannons rore,
And every Ship come dancing to the Shore,
To Crown Great
JAMES with everlasting Bays,
And to his Worth ad
Hecatombs of Praise;
That Loyalists may their
Allegiance pay,
And flourish forth the Triumph of this Day
Which mitigates our Moan, the Rod to kiss;
And gives our Grief more than
Parenthesis.
Black sable Night, and Shades, eclips'd our Sky,
When Royal
CHARLES the Good and Great did dye:
But radient Beams
Great Britain's Haven now clears,
Since
Phoebus-JAMES behind the Cloud appears,
Scattering the Vapours of sad Sighs, to make
His Joyful CROWN our Nations
Zodiack.
The King of kings did Graciously design
Him Martial, Mild, Majestick, and Divine.
Ne'r had
A'suerus half of his Renown,
Nor Pomp, nor Splendour, hanging on his Crown.
His Queen's like
Esther, for Majestick Grace
Darts from her eye, and shines o'r all her face:
In Parts, and Person she doth well agree
With her great Stem, and noble Pedigree.
His Subjects are more Valiant, (yea, by far)
Than was
Achilles in the
Trojan War.
Brittain's a
Microcosm, a Fertile Plain,
Or
Eden's Map, environ'd by the Main:
Her King's a Monarch, and none dare withstand
His Force of Armes by swelling Sea, or Land:
When Lunacy o'rshadow'd
Britains Crown,
He gain'd abroad the Garland of Renown.
And (as St.
George the Dragon)
James doth put
The
Viper of Sedition under Foot.
But there's no Need to shew His Majesty
With Beams I borrow from his Twy-light Sky;
Let this suffice: JAMES, Brother, and the Son
Of
Charles, [ah
Charles!] hath now his Reign begun.
Retire then Rebels, till our Voice we raise,
In
York-shire Hoes, and
Plaudities of Praise.