THE ALL-CONQUERING GENIUS OF THE Most Potent, and most Serene PRINCE JAMES II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, &c.
DISPLAY'D IN A HEROICK STANZA Occasion'd by HIS happy Accession to the Crown.
Whereunto his annexed A CONGRATULATION to both their MAJESTIES, By way of an ODE, exciting the Nymphs to perform their Duty as usual at Hymens.
By T. R. d. L.
LONDON, Printed by John Harefinch, in Mountague-Court in Little Britain. 1685.
Horatius de Art. Poet.
—Tulit eloquium insolitum facundia praeceps
Ʋtiliumque sagax rerum, & divina futuri,
Sortilegis non discrepuit sententia Delphis.
To His Most Excellent Majesty JAMES the II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, &c.
Dread SIR,
'TIS not a flattering Muse, appears before your Sovereign Throne; for she pays her devotion to Your Majesties Royal Person, rather than to Your Fortune. Her Theam is Your Princely MIND, exceeding the Pythagorean World-supporting Intelligence; by the Conduct of which Pilot Your Triumphant Argo, did at last overcome all dangerous Gulphs and Creeks, smoothly gliding into the harbour of a Fleece, far Richer than that of Colches. In a word, 'tis not the Hand-maid, but the Mistress I adore, even Your Majesties All-conquering Genius, which by its Regular stedfastness, is able not only to Triumph over Fortune, but also to make it.
[Page] True it is, my Vein is shallow, not being embody'd in the more luxuriant Channel of Your British Parnassus; yet, since it breaths Devotion, I am apt (upon that score) to think, it shall not prove unwelcom; because it will, though proceeding from the sandy and barren Pile, help (in some measure) to bear up, the Sovereign Ark of Your Majesties, unquestioned Grandeur. Perhaps. she cannot promise to this Divine Fabrick (for a support) a gold-streaming Hydaspes; yet she shall appear to flow as Loyally, as the Palm full of Water, presented unto mighty Cyrus, by you famous Persian Peasant; being poured out at the brink of Your twice-surrounding Ocean, by
Dread Sovereign,
Your Majesties most dutiful and most faithful Adorer
T. R. d. L.
THE ALL-CONQUERING GENIUS OF THE Most Potent and most Serene PRINCE JAMES II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, &c. In a HEROICK STANZA, &c.
I.
AND now doth
JAMES, in spight of
Envy reign,
Swaying his
Scepter peacefully: If
Art
By false Reflexions;
outward shew doth gain,
The
end shall
shew, 'twas but a
Mimick part.
II.
The
Standard of his PRINCELY course, was MIND
Rul'd not by
Chance, but
Vertue and the train
Of
Silent Patience; which in Him refin'd
Did
Fates and
Fortunes poyson'd darts disdain.
III.
Thus riseth
David, thus great
CAESAR climbs
To Scepters Glory; Thus an
Ark depress'd:
By stormy Waves, unto
Ararat swims;
Though to the Eye, with
pregnant Sayls not dress'd.
IV.
For
[...] by
Judgment being over-sway'd
Will shrink, and be discarded from its
Rule,
Yea all the
Trenches it, against it
[...]ai
[...]'d
Must prove a
Bubble, and an empty
Tool.
V.
And if this, sometimes held in
lesser bowels
Whose
active Lump, made
Monarchies to start!
It doubtless, must take place in
Princely Souls,
Where
Jupiter, displays his chiefest Art.
VI.
No wonder then, that by His constant Wit
Great
JAMES or'came all Storms which
Athens cou'd
Blow on
Miltiades; or that HE hit
The
White, without the
crimson streams of blood.
VII.
His
Soul Divine, did laugh at
Mens device
And Peace contriv'd, when they were most for War:
Their
Practices, not
them, it did despise
From
Fierceness them, and not
their Rights debarr.
VIII.
Like
Jupiter, when
Giants mountains heap'd
To chase
him out of his immortal Denn,
HE from their
boyling blood, no vengeance reap't
But only turn'd
it, into milder
Men.
IX.
Ingratitude, could not
His Mind exclude
From th' Interest of
theirs: Yea, tho
they were
Busy, by Fancies People to delude
(Thus that
Astraea, left her mortal
Sphere
X.
For grief and just disdain: When
Chattam groan'd
For her Preservers
spotted Laurel: When
The
Chain of
Tames, her
Darling's fate bemoan'd)
He only strove to make them milder Men.
XI.
And being
great, He clemently was
tame
When
Fierc'ness He could use, He was but
calm:
With
goodness HE did varnish
Envies Frame
Thus, to its
Biter, Gilead drops
Balm.
XII.
Hence
Angeronia, is now cut off
From fair
Volupia's Altar, where she stood
Too long: And, justly is, by
Charon's staff
Convey'd for ever to the
Stygian Flood.
XIII.
For tho great
Jove, a
Diamond string did make
To knot both
Joy and
Sorrow; He did find
A means whereby this
Gordius to break;
Greater than
Thracian; JAMES'S Princely
Mind.
XIV.
By
this the
Chain is cut; by
this HE sways
His ancient
Scepter; And declares
He will
Press narrowly, His
Predecessor's ways
Supporting, Church and State establish'd, still.
XV.
And now
black Malice, what canst thou presage?
Thy
Fears are
vain! a KING hath spoke;
Recall
He will
not! Spend thy force and teeth of rage
On thy
Pragmaticks; But let HIM be
All.
XVI.
None can conceive a
Change, as matters stand,
But those, that would stir up
Cadmaean bowels;
And coveting the
Fatness of the
Land
Instead of
Salt do harbour
miry Souls.
XVII.
JAMES doth not scatter painted words as
Thou
Who
Protheus-like, dost but for Int'rest change:
He, to all
Circes Men, proclaims Adieu!
And next to
Conscience, doth his
Impire range.
XVIII.
He hat's those Flatt'ries,
Alexander prais'd;
He hat's a
Posture, moulded out of frame,
And scorns
Religion by
Reflexion rais'd,
Nay doth reject it, from his
Diadem.
XIX.
He for
Obedience to his Crown doth look
And knows;
it can with th'
inward Acts agree
Of Conscience; which, as yet HE never shook
Nor will a
Rise to any for it be.
XX.
Permitting
Pallas to spread into
Streams
Distinct in
Taste and
Nature, in
each Vein,
If
she but pays due tribute to the
beams
Of
Jupiter, and lets
Him steer the
main.
XXI.
Thy
Peace, is th' onely Prize of all his toyl,
Thy
Fame and
greatness, is his onely Thought;
These, by
new Fashions, He will not turmoyl,
He knows, such Blessings, are by
Concord wrought.
XXII.
Hence,
Loyal Heart, in such a PRINCE rejoyce,
Who leaves thee free, both
right and
left: whose eye
Doth scorn a
Changeling: Be glad in thy choice,
Permitting
others, to dream of their
skies.
XXIII.
These that will gape at
shadows, are but vain:
Stick thou to
Juno; And perswaded be
Whatever,
mischief, breeds a
scatred brain;
Thoul't scape the
clashings of
old Centaury.
XXIV.
For
JAMES is good, His like, no
Age did know;
Yea, though Heav'ns would the
golden Age restore,
A better PRINCE, they never could bestow
On
Earth, nor bless
it with a
richer s
[...]
XXV.
And now,
great PRINCE; My Muse to
Wishes turns
Short of
Thy Worth; yet
take them as they come
They'r true: My Soul, with clear Devotion burns,
Albeit
Thy Splendor, doth my
heat benum.
XXVI.
Let Thy
Triang'lar Kingdom be a
Ring,
In
circular Proportion always spred:
Till
Lillies spin: And bowing to their King
Inammel fearly,
Rosy RUBIES bed.
XXVII.
Hence let
Archimedes above, contrive
That none thy pleasant
Circle may outdare,
But; if to shew his pow'rful skill he strive,
Then, of a
Circle let him make a Square.
XXVIII.
Let not
Narcissus, think
Thee void of Pow'r,
For
Jupiter, will by a single stroke,
At thy request, shake Legions in an hour
Of
British Hearts, from old
Dodona's Oak.
XXIX.
If
quiet was the charm of
some; 'Tis not
Thy
Mind, to wear a Crown at such a rate:
An
active Soul hath fallen to Thy Lot;
Thy
Conquests, and Thy
Arm, shall make Thee
great.
XXX.
Undaunted
England is now train'd to bear
The Toyls of
Mars, and to improve their
Arms
To make the
Cont'nent, tremble at Thy Spear,
And make their
Rocks, to shrink at Thy
Alarms.
XXXI.
Methinks I hear Thy Warlike Captains shout,
I hear the
Britain Lyons fiercely roar,
I see the
Martial Wheel now turn'd about,
And
German Eagle, by Thy help, to soare
XXXII.
When
Thracian Fields, shall be but chasing Plains,
Then shall
Great JAMES'S ammunition ground
Become a
Martial Camp; His fatal chains
Shall bring his
Captives, more than string'd; for, bour'd.
XXXIII.
Great JAMES is known:
His Valour many felt,
His Courage shook both Sea and Land: His
Spear
Made
Belgick Lyons, trembling heart to melt
Like
Butter in the Sun, for
Pannick fear.
XXXIV.
Yea
Lillies fainted without
JAMES his hand,
And were defended by
His Sovereign Steel,
Why may not
they be now brought to a stand
And be transplanted, like
Navarra's
Wheel.
XXXV.
And when
Thy Trumpets sound,
Thy Lions roar,
Thy Drums are beating on the
Continent
Let fair
Lucina, be on th'
English Shoar
And
morning Rainbow, by
Lucina sent.
XXXVI.
Let th'
first bring PRINCES from th' HESPERIAN
Rib;
The
second, Plenty on
Thy pleasant
Land:
Let HIM, whose Royal
Cradle was a
Crib,
Unto them both, their
Watching-word command.
XXXVIII.
Till
Time expires, let not Thy Empire fall,
Let JAMES his Hand all stubborn
Giants shake,
His Triumphs, may have then a Funeral
When
Water, Skie and
Earth by
flashes break.
XXXVIII.
Thus, long live JAMES and MARY great! Let Fame
Cry loud Your
Grandeur, Riches and
Renown;
Till
Jove conveys You by the
milky stream
To
Caesar's Soul, and
Ariadne's Crown.
AN ODE Inviting the Nymphs to congratulate the Accession to the Crown of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, of their Most Excellent Majesties, JAMES the II. and MARY His Royal Consort.
I.
YOU smooth
Neptunian Daughters, come to shore,
We wait on you; and do allure
Your high
Ligurian Pile.
Let not swift
Ganges, by his golden store
Keep you secure,
Nor PO, by whirlings, discompose your file.
II.
Tread on a breast, sweet
Nymphs, and bring the
Lyre,
You must strike up a charming Tune,
For JAMES and MARY are
New-marry'd: Therefore Candor do inspire
Into the
Moon,
And let
Latona's Off-spring keep the Rear.
III.
They Married are unto a
Three-fold Crown,
A
three-fold Hymen therefore sing;
You'l here with
Roses meet,
Nor will the
Thistle tear your Numbers down;
And
Ireland's string
Will make your
Harps in harmony run sweet.
IV.
But when you'r past the
Pyrenaean Hill,
Bring each of you a
Lillies stalk,
They hither do belong:
By this exploit you'l all Pretences kill,
And freely walk
In
Thames's bed, and sing an endless Song.
V.
Repeating always, Long live
Queen and
King,
Of
England, Scotland, Ireland, France,
Great MARY and Great JAMES,
Let
Caesar dare a
Pompey; let His
String
Make
Cockrills dance,
And let
Sequana bow to mighty
Thames.
FINIS.