ALBION'S Congratulatory; OR, A POEM, Upon the High and Mighty PRINCE JAMES Duke of ALBANY and YORK, His Return unto SCOTLAND.

Presented to His Royal HIGHNESS, By M. L.

ALBANI expectant reditus; illoque reverso,
Certatim ingenti celebrant nova gaudia plausu.

EDINBƲRGH, Printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson, Printer to His most Sacred MAJESTY, Anno DOM. 1680.

TO His Royal Highness.

SIR,

THis is the fourth time, that I have ad­dressed Your ROYAL HIGHNESS, I dare not add with success and approbation; yet, I'm sure, not beyond the circle of my duty, nor without a strong impulse to admire and applaud the amiable parts, and attractive vertues so conspi­cuous in your Person, and in every Scene of your Actions, that Malice cannot impute it to an insinu­ating and fawning humour. My first address got no unkind reception from your favourable Candour; but, writing in that dialect, being unfashionable in the British Isle, and consequent­ly unseasonable to your HIGHNESS, (having sown the seed of your tender years [...] the field of Mars, and reap'd the rich increase thereof in ri­per age) you was pleased to make use of the convey­ing conduit of a ROYAL and skilful INTER­PRETESS: I amended the former escape in the second Address, by the addition of an accom­panying [Page] Guide, of your own Countrey fashion, tho not breeding; under whose conduct, I could not promise my travelling Muse an easie passage, having never appeared on the stage before, in an English habit. To the third (deckt altogether in your own native dress, and) hastened by your sudden departure, I premised, and repeated this Ʋshering TETRASTICK;

Be pleas'd, Sir, to accept fruit pluck'd in haste,
Which, if they relish well, you're woo'd to taste;
But if they nauseate, or no pleasure yield,
I'l raze the tree, and henceforth curse the field.

When lo your graceful smiles, and courtly ge­sture spake a kind Acceptation, and encourag'd me to make this fourth address; The subject whereof, viz. your glad return, was as acceptable to my pensive Muse, as the genial Muses are welcome to overtravelled Minds; as the Honou­rable E. of ROSECOMMON (upon Horace his Art of Poetrie) singeth well;

Some have by Verse obtain'd the Love of KINGS,
Who with the Muses ease their weari'd minds.

And albeit this inelaborate Poem should m [...] of that end; and tho the stile be not so loftie, nor the veine so happy, as I could wish, and think wor­thy wherewith to entertain and present your HIGHNESS; yet, in a homely way, I have given a plain testimony of zealous Loy­alty to my Sov'raign; and consequently of du­tiful respect (if the effects of either were to be noticed in such a mean Gentleman) to his dear and only Brother. Vouchsafe, therefore, ROY­AL SIR, to accept the humble tender of an obsequious Muse; and, in these injurious and tempestuous times, daign to shrowd her under the hospitable shade of your Protection; or, as the famous abovenamed Translatour turn­eth,

Then Hush not, Noble PISO, to protect,
What Gods inspire, and Kings delight to hear.

Thither she gladly flies, and hopes to remain secure, while we are honoured with the calm summer of your gladsome presence here; Where, that joy and safety may alwayes at­tend your person, Love and Honour [Page] increase your splendour, Good Fortune and Success crown your Actions, shall be the hearty desire and importunate pray­er of,

Your ROYAL HIGHNESS Most Faithful and most Humble Servant, M. L.

ALBION'S Congratulatory; OR, A POEM, Upon the High and Mighty Prince, JAMES Duke of ALBANY and YORK, His Return unto SCOTLAND.

WHat means my silenc'd Muse to bend her browes,
To look so sharp on't, flighter thus, and rowse;
Like hooded Hawks, which, when asquint they spie
Some transient Fowle, encline anone to flie:
Can masked eyes objected pleasure reap,
Or news make brats, so long
v. Albion's Elegie. pag. 9. l. 20.
Entombed, leap:
Strange! have the tidings of the DƲKE'S return
Pow'r to awake her from the silent urn?
'Twere just to sight an energie t'impute,
Equal with Orpheus, or Amphions lute;
But from's supposed advent Vertue flows,
To's homeward thoughts her Resurrection ows.
'Tis like th'impatient Muse her self beguiles,
Like weari'd Travellers, who reckon miles,
By some long-fetched paces, and when gone
Scarce half the way, conclude their journey done.
Ev'n so my tongue-ti'd Muse may judge night past,
'Cause found the sad
v: Albion's Elegie. p. 5. l. 12.
Eclipse too long to last;
And, by the tedious absence of her Sun,
Compute the night-glass of her silence run;
Longing for's morning beauty out to peep,
And interrupt this Pythagorick sleep:
Or could my Muse such bruit, mistaken, broach?
When only influenc'd by his approach;
No, no, Verse challengeth a Divine spell,
v. Albion's Farewell, p. 5. l. 12.
He's on the Rod, why did I add, farewell.
For so the DƲKE plight, when he took his leave
Of ALBION Pale, nor did he us deceive,
Like that feign'd Lover, who his test'ment brake,
And
Phillis to De­mophoon. Ovid. Epist. 2.
Phillis made despair of's coming back.
The DƲKE'S Arrival hath compleatly pleas'd
My frisking Muse; like Prisoners releas'd
By free Remission, from some obscure Cave
After Doom giv'n; or, like a Galley-slave
Got loose, erewhile, through grating bondage, sad,
Now steals away, above all measure glad.
In
Post tristiti­am gaudium Sequitur.
Sorrow's ashes so fresh Gladness breeds,
To hard
Flebile prin­ciptium me [...]ior fortuna sequuta: Ov. l. 7. Met.
beginnings better luck succeeds.
My pliant Muse, with ALBANY
v. Albion's Elegie. p. 9. l. 13.
farewell'd,
With him call'd Home, sweates, with his welcome swell'd,
And now indulg'd to publish this new birth,
Travels with Raptures of exulting mirth;
That as
v. Albion's Elegie. p. 7. l. 17.
Grief lately did me much annoy,
I now dread harm from extasies of Joy.
Were not his cheerful looks and rosi'd breath,
An Antidote against all kinds of death:
Yet death is appetible after sight
Of Choicest object, killing by delight;
Then let my Pregnant Muse yield up the Ghost,
Since view'd her Countrie's happiness ingrost
In's presence;
Plutarch.
Euclees-like, who, when h' had brought
The news to Athens, that their Host had fought,
And did at Marathon victorious reigne,
From bursting Joy a word could hardly straine,
But [...] and [...]; or thus,
Exult ye Citizens, 'tis well with us.
Now I'l license My Muse, her joys to vent,
Mirth's unconfin'd, when all the SCOTS consent:
Let these be repute Rebels to their KING,
Who won't concurr to laugh, play, dance, and sing.
Our Sun's return'd, let's, with the Marigold,
While it its Leaves, our warmed hearts unfold;
An Heretick let him be alwayes held,
On whose heart's not ingraven, and not spell'd
In's
—Et blan [...] statur gau [...] vultu. Tunc dolor, acurae, rugaque frontis abit. O.
looks, a Cath'lick joy, and solemn jig,
For his most glad return; and let each Whig
Renounce his steps precise, and squint ‡ aspect,
The sullen humour of a rigid Sect;
Divest him of his counterfeit attire,
And bear a part joynt with the Loyal Quire:
He's sure absurdly stupid, grosly wood,
Insensible of this great Common-good.
All dormant Jovial Mirth let's now excite,
Of publick Jubilee let's hatch the sp'rite;
All prodigally wasted smiles redeem,
That
Tunc quo{que} ma­teriam risûs in­venit ad omnes Juve [...].
all but one Democritus may seem,
At others peevish jealousie to laugh,
Who to be spruce and jolly think't unsafe.
Who don't descrie a most enforcing ground
The Globe Terrestrial with loud shouts to round;
Laetas tollunt ad sidera voces. Virg.
While th' motion of the Spheares it chaunts again,
The oecumenick joy to entertain.
Nor can the Voice our Gladness circumscribe,
On well-tun'd
Tibia{que} effudit socialia carmi­na vobis. Ovid.
Instruments let ev'ry Tribe,
The notes advance, the vocal Systeme aid;
So shall our Plaudits both be Sung and Plaid.
And while we pipe, shall there be none to
Nunc pede li­bero pulsandae telis
dance,
As long's we learn to Capriol from France.
Nor can the foot this Melody withstand,
But must proportion't to a Saraband.
The consort by those can't be understood
Insensible of this great Common-good.
Let Nature celebrate a
Lux adest & jam mea sitt Janthe. Ov. 1. Met.
Marriage-day,
Each Tree be decked with the Verdant Bay,
Each purling brook with trickling joys abound,
Th' ALBANIAN praise let all the Hills resound;
Let th' Earth be candi'd with a downy Robe,
And glide in squared measures round her Globe;
Let the day's Monarch shew a Glorious look,
And ev'ry Bird portend good to the DƲKE;
Let Honour'd ALBION with fresh pleasures bloom,
And ev'ry thing applaud the blest Bridegroom.
With Lyrick Odes let all the Ecchos ring,
And only shril Epithalamiums sing:
Let ev'ry Swain in floods of
Nunc solvere multo Nectare corda libet. Claud.
Nectars swim,
And all the Nymphs sing Serenades to him.
On genial Hearts let all solemnly feast,
Invite each merry front to be their Guest,
Purveigh glad Company, and Royal fare,
A Bounteous Welcome to the Royal Heir:
But let all Disaffected starve for food,
Insensible of this great Common-good.
Some sportive
In imitation of the Olympia instituted by Hercules in ho­nour of Jupiter.
Games let's also institute,
From thence our Joy to date, and years compute,
Thereby our active cunning to improve,
In honour of th' Olympick
Secundus a Re­ge.
second Jove.
Then here all manly exercises haunt,
The Scots again of their
v. the Ana­gram in [...].
Achilles vaunt.
Now let the fields be cur'd of their
v. Albion's Elegie. p. 7. l. 19. and downwards.
Disease,
Let Clubs be pliant, each rest be a tease
Unto the leaping Ball, and both accord
T' obey his nod, and pleasure to afford.
The coursing Horses, now be wing'd and flie,
And kindly on their noble Patron neigh;
In speed to strive fleet Pegasus to won,
While here a nobler Perseus looketh on.
Let the swift Footman run it in a trice,
More for to bribe the sport, then gain the prize;
And if he chance his faint heels to benight,
On JAMES's quick eye reflect, and spurr his flight.
Let not Mars clients now at ruffles fret,
But on his Countenance their courage whet:
So did th' hearts of the jaded Souldiers, brook
A fresh recruit,
Plutarch.
from glad Clearchus look.
Nor need the brisk Comedians cups of Sack,
Being no more thund'ring Tragedies to act;
But let them trick a Comick Argument
Fit for the season, which may represent
Th'
[...]
ALBANIA, or Scots festival day,
While their own melting Joy sets off the play▪
Let Vertue, Love, and Honour, all exhort
The Beauteous Madams, to frequent the Court,
Where the sole
[...] Highness.
Pattern Nature seems to show
Of all the gifts she did, or will bestow
On their enam'ring Sex, that others may
Her only honour, and due homage pay:
Here of their Joy, these both may let Her taste,
And with well ord'red Steps, Her Welcome cast.
Now let our Heroes others far excell,
While ther's a
Ardua Vi [...] ­tutem praefert via pergite Primi.
MOƲNT to scale, a
Mecum honor & laudes. Silius. Ital. lib. 15. bell. pun.
ROSE to smell,
Here let them sympathize with well-tun'd feet,
With Courteous Welcome this fam'd Hero greet.
Let all the Poets on his Welcome dwell,
Till they have drained the Castalian well;
With sprightly verse, and lofty numbers reel,
And only joyful Enthusiasms feel.
Lo my glad Muse, from swooning fits reviv'd,
Throngs in among the crew; since now retriv'd
Her great Mecaenas and immortal Theame,
From which nought can be squeez'd, but flow'ry Cream;
And when the oyl is spent, the vessels fill'd,
The more sh'extracts, more rests to be distill'd.
So if in Divine Mysteries you dive,
Simonides de Deo.
You'l at the less intelligence arrive.
Then if I sound this deep with shallow Rhime,
It speaks me Loyal tho I find not Him.
The paper hit, the Archer well acquites
Himself, tho he the narrow prick ne'r splites;
The man's thought honest, who, his name to score
Unable, yields up to his creditor
His person; and the other should exact
No more, then what the debitor can stack.
What Pen dare on his lavish Fame encroach,
And give him all his due without reproach,
Unless he turn
Sussenus.
self-Lover, and admire
His own works, wherewith others feed the fire.
Who can his Laureat conquests Eccho forth,
Or raise fit Trophies to Achilles worth?
As when the Sun hath lodg'd in all the signs,
Run through the Zodiack, he afresh begins,
To trace his steps again, and never stayes
To bound his Journey, nor contract his rayes.
Ev'n so He doth his
Laudataque virtus crescit. Ov. l. 4. El. 2
Vertues still improve,
These are the Spheare wherein the Poets move,
And when they have each sacred Vertue touch'd,
Soaring on th' wings of Poesie well couch'd,
To pay another visit still they'r faine,
As if some thing unblazon'd did remain.
Hither let all the Universe resort,
And view the Man that makes a glorious Court,
Whose happy presence Courtly strife excludes,
Makes all preferr the Court to solitudes.
Whom all admire, and strive to imitate
In watchful Industry, and sober state.
In whose accomplish'd features all detect
Grave
Majestas adeo comis ubique tua est. Ov. 2. Trist.
Majesty, and a benign Aspect:
Whose
Aspice quid faciant commer­cia. Juven. Sat. 2.
Converse stands not only to b'admir'd,
But as the certain rule of ours desir'd.
By whose Divine Idea we may draw
All Worth; and from
Duo nos ma­xime movent similitudo & exemplum. Cic. de Orat. 3.
Example, more then Law,
Mature and savoury Instructions glean,
And square our Actions by the Golden meane.
Non illi quis­quam bello se conferat heros. Catul.
Heroick Courage, and feats Martial seem
T'have sown their Sp'rits in him, to reap esteem;
Nay to have been a doubtful started plea,
Design'd for him to vindicate at Sea,
To carve out for himself Supreame Command,
And Lord it over both the Sea and Land;
As if Obeysance did pursue his Word,
And Victory were ti'd unto his Sword.
The Graces, and the Vertues here unpatch'd
Raign, and dart pow'rful Influence, while well-match'd
With Royal Honour, which might henceforth hush
The huffs of Malice, and make Errour blush.
Hath Honour and our Good (could we it scent)
Again us ALBANIE's wish'd presence lent;
Let's not so curious be, so bold's to pry
Into the
Exquirere [...]ditos princi­ [...] sensus illici­ [...] & anceps.
Myst'ries of State-Policy.
Who can arraign, or but in question bring.
Eccl. c. 8. v. 4 Principl leges nemo scripsit; l [...] ­cet si libet. Plin.
Th' indiff'rent Actions of an awful King.
Let no rude currish Clown, out of despight,
Presume to snarle at Person, fame, or right.
Nor Faction his designs misrepresent,
Or frame against him a Rump-Parliament;
To forge new Grievances, his meaning wrest,
By noising still the Gangrene of the Beast.
Why do ye dang'rous Innovations dread?
Have ye not his own Manifesto read;
Wherein it pleas'd him to protest, and swear
By th' Honour of a Prince, which is most dear;
Nay by his Faith the Faithful did assure,
Th' establish'd Hierarchy to secure,
The ancient Priviledges to defend
From Forreign inrod, or Domestick Fiend:
Only at the same liberty he aimes,
Which ev'ry Sect, for Conscience-sake, still claimes;
This, Impudence could not have e'r refus'd,
Else from
v. The Con­fession of Faith, Ch. 28. Sect. 4.
Confession such might be accus'd.
No petty Clerk denies to Pagan Kings
A just Authority in Civil things;
And the Kings pow'r, in Sacred things, springs not
From Christian, but from Sov'raign right is got.
The English Presbyterians, on this point,
Assert, that Heathen Kings, whom Gods anoint,
A Christian Church can well protect, and may
Order the same in a Politick way.
Who e'r did censure th' Heathen
Constantine the great.
Emperour,
Who unbaptiz'd, did exercise his pow'r
In Church-affairs, nay was by all approv'd,
Who the calm Discipline of Christians lov'd.
But here ye can't intend such just complaint
'Gainst both a Christian Prince, and better Saint,
Then those, whose Strictness paint them more upright,
And still pretend unto a greater light.
But might the Gods with outward forms dispense,
Or him perswade, Protestant to commence,
Nor would he thereby from the Truth estrange,
But, for the same, with Peace and Love exchange;
'Twould both all mouths with publick shoutings fill,
And the rath [...] of the People [...].
But if he shall proceed in the same road,
Which many of his great Ancestors trod;
The Royal Spring, let none be so mal [...]pert,
Out of its proper Channel to divert;
Nor the Succession Regal circumvent,
But settle in its Legal Right Descent.
Did not the sacred Pow'rs offended raze
The Pictish Natione, 'cause they did displace
The Righteous
Alpine.
Heir, subverting the true Base.
The English would not any
L. Jean Gray.
She admit,
When
King Edward 6. obtained by Act of Parlia­ment, the choice of his successour
nam'd, on the Imperial Throne to fit,
In prejudice of
Queen Mary. Tali & constan­te veneratione nos— Reges le­gittimos prose­quimur. Ang. Histor.
Her, tho Papist known,
Yet true Successour of the Royal CROWN.
If the two
Nam saepe du­obus Regibus in­cessit magno discordia motu. Verum ubi du­ctores acie re­vocaveris am­bos, Deterior qui visus eum ne prodigus ob­sit, dede neci melior vacuâ si­ne regnet in au­lâ. Virg. Geor. lib. 4.
Master-Bees of the same hive,
For th' empire of the waxen Kingdom strive,
Lo, when from Battel both Kings are recall'd,
The nobler Chieftain-Bee is straight install'd,
And in the empty Palace Reigns alone,
While th' other's thrust out, as a low inglorious drone.
Should we our selves as firmly Loyal vent,
And when it comes to pass the test, relent.
When Gracious CHARLES his true Successour notes,
Shall we make use of Cautions, or of Votes:
Lo when, to JAMES, our duty thus we mince,
We so empair Allegiance to our Prince;
For
Quo res cun­que cadent unum & commune pe­riclum una salus ambobus erit. Vir. Aene. l. 2.
whatsoever way the matters go,
Both are Co-partners of the well, or woe.
Have we recov'red now our Tutelar,
Our stoln
v. Albion's Elegy. p. 4. l. 4.
Palladium; then let's all beware,
That we, by honi'd Baits, be not ensnar'd,
But strictly round him with a frequent
Stipantque frequentes. Virg.
Guard.
From privat rap within our breasts to hide,
And by our Ʋnion
[...]
Shoulder off the tide,
'Twixt him and open danger t' interpose
Our ready and hard Bodies, freely chose
In our own flesh the impious Sword to sheath,
And in a just Cause seek a glorious Death.
When ev'ry man had chosen his own * Doom,
To hope abroad, and to dispair at home,
Your tedious Absence long had fed our Grief,
[...] & 6.
No eye to pity, nor hope of relief;
Then you the fit hour for a visit catch'd,
And for our succour your own rayes dispatch'd;
Which in our dark Horizon straight are seen,
And heale the wound they gave, while yet but green.
Then sure your Advent, ROYAL SIR, inserts
A welcome Epoch in all Loyal hearts.
Who cannot chuse, but emulously strive,
Which should the best, and most kind Welcome give;
You, when at Home, with duteous
Et levis hae [...] meritis refera­tur gratia tan­tis. Ov.
Thanks, to load,
Who honour'd us, with perfect Love, Abroad;
Us highly to our Sov'raign Lord extoll'd,
'Mongst his most Faithful Subjects us enroll'd:
Shall we these signal Favours now forget?
Our lips seale, and neglect to pay our debt.
Tho lawless Boors should insolently prat,
And still exclaim against they know not what;
Tho some of higher rank should now give o'r
And pay not Suite and Presence, as before;
Yet let not this, GREAT SIR, discourage you,
Nor from thence judge the Loyal to be few:
For These all things dislike, and have a prick.
T' oppose the Pow'rs, and spurne against the prick.
In their own dye the Latter soon appear,
To change their minds, as th'
Chamelion
Air-fed beast, by fear,
His colour alters; to be Fortunes Apes,
And with the times to vary in all shapes.
So the most precious Sun's regarded less
By those, to whom he daily makes address;
But where he enters Stranger, his arise
Gets a kind Welcome from all glaring eyes.
To you, GREAT SIR,
Constant in Loyalty.
we offer up the Key
Of our close bow'rs, may't please you to survey
Our breasts; and of a Scots heart take a view,
As
Parvum Corau. dacium gignit.
small as any English, and as true.
Here your dear Memory shall be inshrin'd,
And deep impression bear upon our mind;
Here, what transported Tongues cannot express,
'Tis legible, and in a better dress
Then my obedient Muse can ere digest:
But to the
v. The Coun­cils Letter to the King.
Chanc'lour I referr the rest.
FINIS.

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