A view of the times with Britain's address to the Prince of Orange, a pindarick poem.
         Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
      
       
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             A view of the times with Britain's address to the Prince of Orange, a pindarick poem.
             Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
          
           [8], 12 p.
           
             [s.n.],
             London :
             1689.
          
           
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             Attributed to Elkanah Settle. cf. NUC pre-1956.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           William -- III, -- King of England, 1650-1702 -- Poetry.
           Political poetry, English.
        
      
    
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           A
           VIEW
           OF
           THE
           TIMES
           .
        
         
           WITH
           
             BRITAIN'S
          
           ADDRESS
           TO
           THE
           Prince
           of
           Orange
           .
        
         
           A
           PINDARICK
           POEM
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           MDCLXXXIX
           .
        
      
       
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           HONORABLE
           THE
           EARL
           of
           ARRAN
           ,
           Eldest
           Son
           to
           Duke
           
             Hamilton
             .
          
        
         
           
             MY
             LORD
             ,
          
        
         
           IN
           this
           humble
           Address
           to
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           perhaps
           as
           unseasonable
           now
           as
           the
           Declaration
           of
           my
           never-failing
           Zeal
           to
           his
           Sacred
           Majesty
           ,
           my
           Lord
           and
           Master
           .
           I
           am
           very
           sensible
           how
           great
           a
           Risque
           I
           run
           ,
           first
           ,
           of
           offending
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           and
           next
           the
           present
           
             State
          
           ;
           but
           I
           assure
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           I
           am
           infinitely
           more
           Aw'd
           by
           my
           first
           Fear
           than
           my
           Last
           ,
           for
           
             that
          
           I
           hope
           will
           allow
           
             Liberty
             of
             Conscience
             ,
          
           even
           to
           the
           Poets
           themselves
           ,
           (
           
             provided
             they
             be
             no
             Papists
          
           )
           though
           there
           ought
           to
           be
           no
           Toleration
           for
           Indiscretion
           and
           Ill
           Manners
           ;
           which
           ,
           at
           this
           time
           ,
           take
           too
           Saucy
           a
           Liberty
           ,
           and
           treat
           even
           Crown'd
           Heads
           with
           that
           Disrespect
           and
           Contempt
           ,
           as
           if
           the
           
             British
          
           World
           had
           agreed
           they
           would
           be
           Govern'd
           by
           no
           more
           
             Kings
             :
          
           And
           it
           is
           no
           doubt
           that
           sort
           of
           Establishment
           is
           Aim'd
           at
           by
           that
           great
           Part
           of
           the
           Nation
           ,
           the
           
             Dissenters
             .
          
           But
           all
           true
           
             English
          
           Men
           ,
           Men
           of
           Honor
           ,
           and
           of
           the
           Orthodox
           Church
           ,
           't
           is
           to
           be
           hoped
           yet
           ,
           have
           other
           Sentiments
           ,
           of
           which
           number
           your
           Lordship
           is
           one
           ;
           whose
           Glorious
           Principles
           of
           Loyalty
           and
           Honor
           ,
           even
           
             now
          
           shine
           forth
           to
           the
           World
           ,
           and
           with
           a
           Noble
           Lustre
           gilding
           all
           your
           other
           Vertues
           ,
           have
           render'd
           your
           Lordship
           one
           of
           the
           most
           Considerable
           of
           any
           Great
           Men
           of
           your
           Nation
           to
           all
           succeeding
           times
           ;
           and
           't
           is
           from
           Men
           of
           such
           Principles
           we
           must
           hope
           for
           the
           Accomplishment
           of
           that
           Good
           which
           has
           so
           lately
           been
           assur'd
           us
           ,
           That
           of
           making
           both
           King
           and
           
           People
           happy
           ;
           which
           cannot
           be
           by
           forcing
           his
           Majesty
           to
           an
           Exile
           ,
           and
           ,
           to
           palliate
           that
           Cruelty
           ,
           (
           to
           give
           it
           no
           worse
           Name
           )
           brand
           him
           with
           all
           the
           Infamy
           that
           Malice
           can
           invent
           .
           We
           would
           willingly
           possess
           our selves
           with
           the
           belief
           ,
           that
           such
           Impudent
           and
           right-down
           Treasonable
           Libels
           ,
           as
           daily
           come
           out
           upon
           their
           Majesties
           ,
           are
           rather
           the
           uncontroulable
           and
           implacable
           Fire-Balls
           of
           a
           few
           convicted
           (
           though
           now
           too
           bare-faced
           )
           Criminals
           ,
           than
           the
           Connivance
           ,
           much
           less
           the
           Toleration
           of
           those
           that
           now
           Rule
           ;
           whose
           Commands
           ought
           to
           suppress
           Mischiefs
           of
           so
           dangerous
           a
           Consequence
           ,
           lest
           upon
           every
           little
           Pique
           they
           shall
           please
           to
           take
           against
           
             those
          
           they
           now
           pretend
           to
           
             serve
             ,
          
           they
           should
           run
           into
           the
           same
           Extremity
           ,
           and
           treat
           them
           at
           last
           as
           Ill
           as
           they
           have
           done
           their
           Lawfull
           King
           ,
           or
           God
           himself
           ;
           since
           to
           speak
           Evilly
           of
           the
           one
           ,
           is
           to
           Prophane
           the
           other
           :
           They
           need
           not
           give
           us
           that
           Infallible
           Proof
           ,
           that
           Religion
           (
           so
           much
           their
           Pretence
           )
           is
           the
           least
           of
           their
           Design
           and
           Aim
           ,
           since
           no
           Man
           on
           Earth
           can
           profess
           himself
           a
           Christian
           ,
           or
           even
           a
           Moralist
           ,
           with
           Notions
           so
           absolutely
           Heathenish
           and
           Diabolical
           ;
           Actions
           so
           directly
           contrary
           to
           Scripture
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           Rules
           that
           God
           himself
           has
           set
           us
           .
           And
           however
           necessary
           some
           may
           imagin
           these
           Aspersions
           may
           be
           to
           the
           present
           Interest
           ,
           to
           possess
           the
           wretched
           Rabble
           ,
           and
           common
           Rascality
           ,
           yet
           they
           are
           so
           far
           from
           being
           approved
           or
           believed
           ,
           by
           those
           of
           common
           Sense
           or
           tolerable
           Education
           ,
           that
           they
           are
           abhor'd
           ;
           and
           are
           as
           absolutely
           a
           disgrace
           to
           this
           great
           design
           of
           Setling
           Religion
           ,
           as
           the
           protection
           and
           toleration
           given
           to
           the
           Assassin
           of
           the
           most
           Reverend
           Bishop
           of
           St.
           
             Andrews
             ,
          
           and
           the
           
             Rye-House
          
           Conspirator
           .
           And
           because
           Three
           or
           Four
           condemned
           Criminals
           have
           by
           their
           Villanies
           made
           themselves
           uncapable
           of
           Living
           under
           a
           King
           ,
           they
           must
           now
           be
           allow'd
           Authentick
           Evidences
           against
           his
           present
           Majesty
           ,
           and
           blacken
           him
           with
           such
           Actions
           of
           Horror
           ,
           that
           the
           most
           barbarous
           of
           Villains
           ,
           Thieves
           ,
           and
           Murtherers
           ,
           nay
           the
           Fiends
           themselves
           ,
           were
           never
           guilty
           of
           :
           And
           though
           these
           ridiculous
           and
           inhumane
           Libels
           are
           only
           Calculated
           for
           the
           nasty
           Rabble
           ,
           and
           the
           foolish
           positive
           Multitude
           ,
           and
           are
           below
           the
           Sense
           even
           of
           those
           that
           write
           them
           ;
           yet
           they
           serve
           to
           blow
           a
           Fire
           that
           will
           be
           one
           Day
           too
           Hot
           for
           this
           Nation
           .
           I
           know
           they
           are
           Countenanced
           ,
           and
           seemingly
           Credited
           ,
           by
           a
           great
           many
           
           disaffected
           and
           ill-minded
           Men
           ,
           whose
           business
           is
           no
           other
           ways
           to
           be
           done
           than
           by
           setting
           the
           World
           at
           Odds.
           And
           no
           doubt
           but
           it
           was
           found
           absolutely
           Necessary
           ,
           after
           the
           treating
           his
           Majesty
           at
           his
           Return
           with
           such
           unaccountable
           Contempt
           ,
           that
           his
           Fame
           and
           Glory
           should
           be
           ruin'd
           as
           well
           as
           Himself
           ;
           having
           no
           other
           Excuse
           for
           their
           own
           Crimes
           but
           loading
           his
           Majesty
           with
           Calumnies
           :
           A
           poor
           and
           barbarous
           Shift
           to
           justify
           a
           too
           precipitate
           Proceeding
           ;
           a
           Proceeding
           which
           their
           Lordships
           ,
           both
           Spiritual
           and
           Temporal
           (
           too
           zealous
           for
           Religion
           ,
           and
           too
           remiss
           for
           the
           King
           and
           Nations
           safety
           )
           had
           not
           ,
           I
           am
           afraid
           ,
           well
           enough
           Considered
           ,
           or
           the
           ensuing
           Consequences
           ;
           nor
           ought
           it
           to
           have
           been
           expected
           ,
           that
           when
           they
           turned
           out
           Popery
           they
           should
           have
           suffered
           their
           King
           ,
           by
           the
           Indignities
           put
           upon
           him
           ,
           to
           seek
           his
           Safety
           in
           a
           Foreign
           Nation
           .
           I
           am
           certain
           ,
           that
           none
           has
           a
           more
           intire
           Respect
           for
           the
           Prince
           of
           
             Orange
          
           than
           my self
           ,
           nor
           a
           higher
           Veneration
           for
           the
           Established
           Religion
           :
           As
           for
           that
           Word
           
             Protestant
             Religion
             ,
          
           it
           bears
           too
           great
           a
           Latitude
           for
           me
           to
           understand
           ;
           but
           ,
           I
           hope
           ,
           it
           is
           not
           by
           driving
           out
           the
           Jesuits
           ,
           to
           down
           with
           the
           Bishops
           too
           ;
           which
           is
           but
           too
           much
           the
           Fear
           of
           those
           that
           are
           hearty
           well-wishers
           to
           the
           Established
           Church
           ,
           Laws
           ,
           and
           Liberties
           .
           'T
           is
           therefore
           wished
           that
           such
           Publick
           and
           Noble
           Spirits
           ,
           as
           that
           of
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           would
           represent
           these
           Fears
           to
           the
           great
           Councils
           of
           both
           Nations
           ;
           and
           since
           Affairs
           go
           so
           contrary
           to
           the
           true
           Intent
           of
           this
           great
           Design
           ,
           they
           would
           be
           pleased
           to
           take
           the
           Care
           of
           these
           Nations
           into
           their
           Consideration
           :
           And
           as
           they
           are
           all
           Men
           of
           Honor
           ,
           and
           his
           Sacred
           Majesty
           the
           Head
           and
           Fountain
           of
           Honor
           ,
           they
           would
           not
           suffer
           that
           to
           be
           polluted
           by
           prophane
           Hands
           ;
           nor
           permit
           a
           Cause
           of
           so
           High
           and
           Glorious
           Pretences
           ,
           as
           this
           of
           the
           Prince
           of
           
             Orange
             ,
          
           to
           be
           violated
           ,
           and
           not
           serve
           the
           end
           for
           which
           it
           was
           advanced
           .
           And
           let
           those
           foul
           Aspersers
           make
           good
           those
           Scandals
           they
           have
           spread
           ,
           by
           any
           honest
           or
           tolerable
           Witnesses
           ,
           (
           and
           not
           such
           as
           perhaps
           ,
           who
           having
           been
           guilty
           of
           a
           Thousand
           Crimes
           ,
           and
           to
           get
           a
           General
           Pardon
           for
           real
           Villanies
           will
           confess
           themselves
           Guilty
           of
           feigned
           ones
           )
           and
           then
           they
           may
           be
           allowed
           to
           Rail
           ;
           but
           if
           not
           ,
           let
           them
           be
           delivered
           to
           that
           just
           Law
           to
           which
           they
           are
           Condemned
           already
           :
           For
           the
           Land
           has
           too
           lately
           been
           made
           Calamitous
           
           enough
           by
           false
           Witnesses
           ,
           on
           whose
           Account
           too
           much
           Blood
           has
           been
           shed
           .
        
         
           Some
           such
           Witnesses
           (
           if
           any
           )
           
             Danvers
          
           will
           pick
           up
           for
           Proofs
           that
           the
           
             E.
          
           of
           
             Ess.
          
           was
           Murthered
           ,
           on
           which
           bloody
           Subject
           he
           has
           troubled
           the
           World
           with
           too
           Notable
           Pieces
           ;
           which
           he
           is
           pleased
           to
           call
           ,
           
             A
             full
             Discovery
             ,
             by
             positive
             Proofs
          
           ;
           in
           which
           there
           is
           neither
           Discovery
           ,
           nor
           Proof
           ,
           but
           a
           deal
           of
           Stuff
           and
           Noise
           ,
           trifling
           Surmises
           ,
           bug
           bear
           Words
           ,
           of
           
             horrid
             Murther
             ,
             bloody
             Villany
             ,
          
           and
           a
           thousand
           terms
           of
           the
           like
           frightful
           Sense
           ,
           dividing
           his
           Text
           as
           if
           he
           were
           in
           his
           Tub
           a
           bellowing
           forth
           as
           many
           Lies
           ,
           Aspersing
           and
           Accusing
           Men
           of
           undoubted
           Honor
           ,
           and
           honest
           Principles
           ;
           laying
           the
           Scandal
           on
           ,
           let
           them
           take
           it
           off
           as
           well
           as
           they
           can
           ;
           and
           let
           the
           World
           judge
           ,
           if
           that
           Noble
           and
           most
           Pious
           Lady
           ,
           the
           Countess
           of
           
             Ess.
          
           Exemplary
           for
           every
           Vertue
           ,
           and
           holiness
           of
           Life
           ,
           would
           let
           pass
           the
           Murther
           of
           her
           Lord
           in
           Silence
           ,
           and
           Unsearched
           into
           ,
           when
           she
           had
           so
           good
           an
           Occasion
           offered
           as
           this
           ,
           by
           the
           
             unchrist'ned
             Colonel
             ,
          
           if
           she
           were
           not
           assured
           of
           the
           way
           and
           manner
           of
           his
           Lordship's
           deplorable
           Death
           already
           .
           'T
           is
           therefore
           the
           humble
           Request
           of
           all
           honest
           Men
           ,
           that
           this
           Licentiousness
           of
           the
           Press
           may
           be
           supprest
           ;
           otherwise
           ,
           instead
           of
           Establishing
           of
           Laws
           and
           Religion
           ,
           we
           are
           hurrying
           both
           to
           Ruin
           ,
           and
           Confusion
           .
        
         
           My
           Lord
           ,
           all
           the
           World
           knows
           your
           Lordship
           to
           be
           a
           true
           Lover
           of
           your
           Country
           ,
           and
           a
           noble
           Asserter
           of
           all
           its
           Liberties
           ,
           and
           equal
           to
           those
           ,
           the
           Rights
           and
           Prerogatives
           of
           your
           King
           ,
           whose
           Interest
           has
           hitherto
           been
           Inseparable
           with
           your
           own
           ,
           even
           in
           the
           worst
           of
           Times
           ;
           but
           ,
           oh
           !
           never
           so
           bad
           as
           these
           ;
           for
           then
           our
           King
           was
           but
           oppress'd
           ,
           but
           now
           he
           is
           forc'd
           to
           fly
           ,
           contrary
           to
           the
           Intent
           (
           I
           hope
           )
           of
           all
           who
           have
           embark'd
           in
           this
           great
           Design
           .
           But
           though
           we
           have
           not
           yet
           found
           the
           Effects
           of
           it
           ,
           wholly
           to
           doubt
           it
           ,
           were
           to
           call
           in
           question
           the
           Integrity
           of
           a
           great
           Prince
           ,
           and
           the
           Loyalty
           of
           the
           noblest
           Part
           of
           the
           Nation
           ,
           and
           suspect
           the
           most
           astonishing
           and
           unpresidented
           Atchievment
           that
           ever
           was
           surprizing
           in
           History
           ,
           and
           the
           most
           considerable
           Turn
           of
           State
           that
           the
           Universe
           ever
           saw
           .
           We
           will
           therefore
           look
           up
           ,
           and
           hope
           that
           the
           Prince
           of
           
             Orange
             ,
          
           accomplish'd
           with
           so
           many
           Vertues
           ,
           and
           who
           has
           the
           true
           Notion
           of
           Religion
           and
           Honour
           in
           his
           great
           Soul
           ,
           will
           ,
           by
           the
           sacred
           Keeping
           of
           his
           Word
           ,
           in
           making
           our
           
           King
           happy
           ,
           give
           us
           an
           Assurance
           of
           all
           he
           has
           promis'd
           us
           besides
           :
           For
           after
           the
           most
           Refin'd
           Statesmen
           ,
           and
           Men
           of
           the
           most
           Wisdom
           and
           Conduct
           in
           the
           Establishment
           of
           Nations
           ,
           have
           debated
           as
           long
           as
           they
           please
           ,
           they
           will
           find
           at
           last
           there
           is
           no
           way
           to
           give
           us
           our
           Religion
           ,
           Laws
           ,
           Liberties
           ,
           and
           Repose
           ,
           but
           by
           recalling
           and
           fixing
           our
           King
           in
           his
           Lawful
           Throne
           .
           The
           Constitution
           of
           
             England
          
           being
           founded
           on
           Monarchy
           ,
           it
           were
           to
           embroil
           the
           Nation
           in
           Eternal
           War
           ,
           either
           Civil
           or
           Foreign
           ,
           not
           to
           submit
           half
           way
           ,
           and
           recall
           our
           King
           to
           his
           proper
           Glories
           ;
           otherwise
           ,
           no
           humane
           Wisdom
           can
           prevent
           our
           being
           perpetually
           fatigued
           with
           our
           Neighbours
           ,
           who
           are
           like
           to
           give
           us
           sufficient
           Diversion
           ,
           if
           we
           are
           in
           Love
           with
           War
           ,
           and
           be
           at
           a
           continual
           Expence
           of
           
             English
          
           Blood
           (
           and
           Mony
           more
           dear
           to
           us
           ;
           )
           and
           let
           us
           please
           our selves
           ,
           if
           we
           can
           ,
           with
           the
           Contempt
           we
           put
           on
           
             France
             ,
          
           and
           set
           as
           lightly
           of
           the
           Force
           and
           Power
           of
           that
           Monareh
           ,
           as
           we
           do
           of
           his
           Person
           ,
           we
           may
           to
           our
           cost
           find
           ,
           that
           
             Lewis
          
           XIV
           .
           of
           
             France
          
           is
           not
           so
           easily
           subdued
           as
           (
           it
           hapned
           )
           
             James
          
           II.
           of
           
             England
          
           was
           ;
           nor
           that
           his
           Forces
           ,
           of
           what
           Religion
           soever
           ,
           will
           abandon
           and
           betray
           their
           King
           ,
           as
           ours
           did
           ;
           who
           ,
           to
           the
           Eternal
           Shame
           of
           that
           Religion
           (
           we
           only
           talk
           of
           and
           do
           not
           practise
           )
           find
           those
           Principles
           (
           which
           are
           thought
           too
           bloody
           in
           the
           
             Papist
          
           )
           infinitely
           more
           Just
           and
           Honorable
           than
           those
           of
           ours
           ;
           since
           they
           thought
           they
           ought
           in
           Conscience
           to
           fight
           Faithfully
           for
           that
           Prince
           who
           fed
           and
           clothed
           them
           ,
           let
           his
           Religion
           be
           never
           so
           contrary
           to
           their
           own
           ;
           and
           most
           certainly
           there
           might
           have
           been
           a
           
             Medium
          
           found
           between
           their
           quitting
           of
           their
           Religion
           or
           their
           Loyalty
           ,
           which
           have
           hitherto
           been
           thought
           inconsistent
           :
           But
           on
           the
           contrary
           ,
           Vertues
           that
           used
           to
           go
           hand
           in
           hand
           among
           good
           Christians
           ,
           and
           Men
           of
           Honor
           .
           And
           the
           Primitive
           Christians
           gloried
           in
           their
           Loyalty
           ,
           though
           even
           to
           Heathen
           and
           Tyrant
           Emperors
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           it
           was
           not
           lawful
           to
           push
           things
           to
           that
           Extremity
           to
           which
           they
           are
           arriv'd
           ,
           so
           neither
           was
           it
           needful
           ;
           we
           having
           a
           King
           that
           blest
           be
           God
           ,
           who
           wou'd
           not
           have
           carried
           his
           Dispensing
           Power
           to
           that
           height
           ,
           as
           to
           become
           a
           Burthen
           ,
           or
           Grievance
           to
           his
           People
           ;
           and
           his
           Majesty
           ,
           and
           his
           Council
           ,
           must
           have
           been
           a
           Synod
           of
           Gods
           ,
           to
           have
           committed
           no
           Errors
           in
           the
           management
           of
           so
           Critical
           a
           Government
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           no
           doubt
           but
           his
           Majesty
           ,
           out
           of
           a
           tender
           Compassion
           to
           the
           Papists
           ,
           was
           pleased
           to
           give
           them
           a
           little
           incouragement
           
           and
           respite
           from
           Affliction
           ;
           and
           we
           may
           see
           by
           his
           Majesties
           willingness
           to
           restore
           all
           things
           to
           their
           first
           Order
           ,
           at
           the
           very
           first
           Address
           of
           the
           Bishops
           ,
           that
           he
           did
           not
           think
           his
           Counsels
           Infallible
           .
        
         
           Perhaps
           't
           will
           be
           Objected
           ,
           That
           he
           made
           not
           this
           Gracious
           Condescention
           till
           after
           he
           heard
           of
           the
           Designs
           of
           the
           Prince
           of
           
             Orange
             :
          
           If
           this
           be
           granted
           ,
           they
           must
           also
           grant
           me
           this
           other
           truth
           ,
           That
           it
           could
           not
           be
           fear
           of
           being
           Conquered
           by
           the
           Foreign
           Army
           (
           as
           Malice
           would
           insinuate
           )
           that
           could
           oblige
           him
           to
           it
           ;
           for
           then
           his
           Majesty
           knew
           not
           but
           that
           he
           was
           sure
           not
           only
           of
           his
           Great
           Men
           ,
           but
           also
           of
           his
           Army
           ,
           that
           was
           able
           to
           have
           vanquish'd
           a
           far
           greater
           Army
           than
           what
           came
           with
           the
           Prince
           ;
           and
           no body
           doubted
           his
           Success
           (
           if
           they
           had
           fought
           ,
           and
           that
           his
           Men
           had
           stood
           by
           him
           )
           except
           those
           who
           before
           knew
           how
           he
           was
           to
           be
           abandon'd
           .
           And
           't
           is
           most
           certain
           ,
           and
           well
           known
           to
           some
           of
           Quality
           ,
           that
           his
           Majesty
           would
           have
           condescended
           to
           any
           reasonable
           terms
           that
           Honor
           could
           have
           propos'd
           ;
           nor
           did
           he
           come
           back
           again
           from
           
             Feversham
          
           but
           with
           a
           full
           Intent
           to
           have
           adjusted
           the
           great
           Affair
           :
           But
           while
           they
           complained
           on
           Evil
           Counsels
           ,
           on
           the
           King's
           side
           ,
           't
           is
           thought
           ,
           they
           had
           not
           those
           ,
           on
           the
           other
           side
           ,
           that
           were
           Friends
           to
           Peace
           ,
           or
           an
           Accommodation
           ;
           for
           if
           they
           had
           meant
           any
           such
           thing
           ,
           his
           Majesty
           had
           not
           been
           sent
           away
           again
           no
           better
           than
           a
           Prisoner
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           not
           say
           ,
           that
           those
           Misfortunes
           that
           hinder'd
           us
           of
           this
           happy
           Peace
           ,
           and
           promis'd
           Union
           ,
           were
           the
           Faults
           of
           his
           Highness
           ,
           whose
           Designs
           were
           undoubtedly
           Noble
           ,
           but
           the
           Effects
           of
           a
           too
           violent
           Council
           ,
           too
           much
           biassed
           against
           the
           Royal
           Interest
           .
        
         
           Your
           Lordship
           ,
           and
           all
           other
           Great
           Men
           of
           both
           Nations
           ,
           are
           most
           humbly
           besought
           ,
           by
           all
           Loyal
           and
           Honest
           Church
           of
           
             England
          
           Men
           ,
           to
           use
           your
           Interests
           both
           for
           the
           Preservation
           of
           these
           poor
           distracted
           Kingdoms
           ,
           and
           especially
           for
           the
           Restauration
           of
           his
           most
           Sacred
           Majesty
           ;
           for
           which
           yours
           ,
           and
           their
           Lordships
           ,
           will
           Eternally
           receive
           the
           Prayers
           and
           Blessings
           of
           all
           good
           Men
           :
           And
           my
           humble
           Muse
           ,
           who
           presumes
           to
           prostrate
           her
           Complaint
           here
           at
           your
           Feet
           ,
           shall
           rouse
           her
           Melancholy
           Head
           again
           ,
           and
           Sing
           yet
           once
           more
           to
           Celebrate
           the
           Loyalty
           of
           the
           Great
           Name
           of
           
             ARRAN
             ,
          
           and
           the
           Illustrious
           
             HAMILTON
             .
          
        
         
           VIVAT
           REX
           .
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           A
           VIEW
           of
           the
           TIMES
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             I.
             
          
           
             AS
             late
             my
             melancholy
             Muse
             retir'd
          
           
             With
             thoughtful
             Grief
             ,
             not
             noble
             Song
             inspir'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             underneath
             a
             gloomy
             Shade
             ,
          
           
             All
             silent
             ,
             as
             the
             Mansions
             of
             the
             Dead
             ,
          
           
             On
             the
             rough
             Moss
             her
             Bed
             she
             made
             ,
          
           
             Where
             down
             she
             laid
             her
             wearied
             Head
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             weeping
             Nymph
             in
             sighing
             Numbers
             said
             :
          
        
         
           
             II.
             
          
           
             Farewell
             ,
             false
             
               Britain
               !
            
             on
             thy
             faithless
             Shore
          
           
             No
             more
             my
             Songs
             I
             'll
             tune
             in
             vain
             :
          
           
             My
             Loyal
             Lays
             shall
             strive
             no
             more
          
           
             To
             make
             your
             salvage
             Natures
             tame
             .
          
           
             The
             changing
             Winds
             thy
             Voice
             as
             well
          
           
             May
             hope
             to
             calm
             to
             constant
             Breeze
             ;
          
           
             Or
             when
             they
             ruffle
             all
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             Verse
             the
             mounting
             Waves
             as
             soon
             may
             quell
             :
          
           
             And
             yet
             the
             Seas
             will
             sometimes
             cease
             to
             storm
             ,
          
           
             And
             Winds
             to
             murmur
             in
             the
             Trees
             ;
          
           
             But
             oh
             !
             the
             fickle
             World
             is
             never
             calm
             ,
          
           
             The
             restless
             
               Britain
            
             never
             is
             at
             ease
             .
          
        
         
           
             III.
             
          
           
             How
             many
             Forms
             of
             Government
             
             thou'st
             seen
             ?
          
           
             How
             many
             dangerous
             Turns
             of
             State
             have
             been
          
           
             In
             this
             fantastick
             World
             ?
          
           
             When
             first
             the
             
               British
            
             Light
             I
             saw
             ,
          
           
             Religion
             ,
             Liberty
             ,
             and
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Were
             all
             to
             wild
             Confusion
             hurl'd
             .
          
           
           
             A
             bleeding
             Body
             't
             was
             without
             a
             Head
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             Street
             was
             stor'd
          
           
             With
             mangl'd
             Members
             of
             the
             noble
             Dead
             ,
          
           
             The
             Trophies
             of
             the
             impious
             Conqueror's
             Sword
             .
          
           
             True
             Child
             of
             Sorrow
             thou
             wer
             't
             born
             ,
          
           
             And
             Loyal
             Sighs
             and
             Tears
             did
             usher
             in
             thy
             Morn
             .
          
        
         
           
             IV.
             
          
           
             Then
             in
             a
             vile
             
               Democracy
            
          
           
             Thou
             sound'st
             thy
             Education
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             ,
             by
             Nature
             ,
             scorn'd
             that
             Tyranny
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             inslav'd
             the
             Nation
             ;
          
           
             And
             still
             Religion
             was
             the
             Cry
             ,
          
           
             The
             Subjects
             Liberty
             and
             Property
             .
          
           
             No
             Business
             here
             was
             for
             Heroick
             Song
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             Satyr
             (
             then
             but
             young
             )
          
           
             Durst
             move
             her
             daring
             Tongue
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             in
             Whispers
             too
             ;
             for
             had
             she
             loudly
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             Not
             all
             the
             Gods
             she
             cou'd
             invoke
             ,
          
           
             Had
             sav'd
             her
             from
             the
             
               Tyrant's
            
             fatal
             Stroke
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             of
             the
             harmonious
             Train
             were
             laid
          
           
             Around
             the
             Martyr's
             Tomb
             ,
             all
             pale
             and
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             noble
             Funeral
             Fire
          
           
             Of
             mournful
             Elegy
             ,
          
           
             Which
             their
             own
             God
             ,
             
               Apollo
               ,
            
             did
             inspire
             .
          
           
             They
             rais'd
             their
             Monarchs
             Vertues
             to
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             Then
             in
             the
             perfum'd
             Flame
             to
             him
             and
             Heaven
             they
             fly
             .
          
        
         
           
             V.
             
          
           
             When
             from
             their
             Ashes
             scarce
             yet
             cold
             and
             dead
             ,
          
           
             A
             many
             little
             Muses
             sprung
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             rest
             thou
             rear'dst
             thy
             feeble
             Head
             ;
          
           
             But
             oh
             !
             't
             was
             long
             ,
          
           
             They
             useless
             lay
             ,
             unplum'd
             ,
             unfit
             for
             Flight
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             could
             they
             thrive
             in
             
               Britain's
            
             Night
             ,
          
           
             But
             brooding
             Sat
             expecting
             rising
             Light
             :
          
           
             Induring
             all
             the
             Insolence
             of
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             rising
             Storm
             of
             State
             .
          
           
           
             The
             bleak
             Winds
             blew
             ,
             and
             the
             loud
             Thunder
             spreads
          
           
             Their
             swift-wing'd
             Mischiefs
             round
             their
             Heads
             ,
          
           
             By
             numerous
             falling
             Showers
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             By
             Ignorance
             prophan'd
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             still
             they
             kept
             the
             silent
             downy
             Nest
             ;
          
           
             Still
             they
             
               Parnassus
            
             sacred
             Grove
             maintain'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             VI
             .
          
           
             Oft
             thou
             hadst
             heard
             of
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Courts
             ,
             and
             long
             past
             Glorious
             Things
             ;
          
           
             And
             oft
             been
             told
             the
             pitious
             Tale
          
           
             Of
             the
             deplorable
             ,
             sad
             Fate
          
           
             Of
             
               Charles
            
             the
             Martyr
             ,
             
               Charles
            
             the
             Good
             and
             Great
             ;
          
           
             And
             oft
             the
             Story
             did
             with
             tender
             Sighs
             bewail
             ;
          
           
             Oft
             thou
             hadst
             heard
             of
             a
             strange
             monsterous
             Thing
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             at
             
               Westminster
            
             reside
             ,
          
           
             Which
             had
             devour'd
             Church
             ,
             Bishops
             ,
             Laws
             and
             King
          
           
             With
             an
             insatiate
             Arbitrary
             Pride
             :
          
           
             Thou
             heard'st
             it
             fed
             on
             Human
             Blood
             ,
          
           
             On
             Widows
             ,
             and
             on
             Orphans
             Tears
             ,
          
           
             On
             Lands
             of
             Loyal
             Commoners
             ,
             and
             Peers
             :
          
           
             And
             for
             its
             Grace
             ,
             it
             said
             Long
             Prayers
             ;
          
           
             And
             form'd
             what
             Laws
             it
             pleas'd
             ,
             which
             past
             for
             good
             :
          
           
             With
             Ease
             the
             restive
             World
             this
             Monster
             backt
             ,
          
           
             And
             taught
             the
             hard-mouth'd
             Beast
             t'
             obey
             ,
          
           
             Knowing
             ,
             if
             once
             his
             Hand
             he
             slack't
             ,
          
           
             Luxurious
             Torrents
             ,
             breaking
             from
             the
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             Are
             not
             so
             wild
             ,
             so
             ruinous
             ,
             as
             She
             .
          
        
         
           
             VII
             .
          
           
             Thus
             when
             ten
             Annual
             Tours
             ,
             the
             Sun
          
           
             In
             his
             Diurnal
             Course
             had
             run
             ,
          
           
             After
             the
             Ravage
             which
             the
             
               Tyrant
            
             made
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             that
             was
             Religious
             ,
             Great
             ,
             or
             Good
             ;
          
           
             After
             he
             had
             in
             Ruin
             laid
          
           
             The
             sacred
             Mansions
             of
             his
             King
             and
             God
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             a
             Storm
             as
             yet
             no
             Mortal
             e're
          
           
             On
             
               Britain's
            
             Shores
             did
             ever
             hear
             :
          
           
             In
             a
             vast
             Sea
             of
             Noble
             Blood
             ,
          
           
           
             Deep
             down
             to
             the
             Infernal
             Shade
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               Monstrous
               Regicide
            
             by
             
               Furies
            
             was
             convey'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             VIII
             .
          
           
             Then
             in
             the
             compass
             of
             one
             circling
             Year
             ,
          
           
             Each
             Month
             was
             a
             new
             Government
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             mad
             ,
             headless
             Body
             did
             invent
             ,
          
           
             Assisted
             by
             the
             Monster
             Parliament
             .
          
           
             King
             
               Dick's
            
             short
             Month
             was
             Mungrel
             
               Monarchy
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             the
             next
             Turn
             was
             
               Anarchy
            
             ;
          
           
             Then
             to
             a
             Common-wealth
             they
             wou'd
             submit
             ,
          
           
             But
             none
             had
             Sense
             enough
             to
             manage
             it
             :
          
           
             And
             
               Lambert's
            
             Wife
             forbad
             that
             Form
             ,
          
           
             And
             swore
             her
             Lord
             shou'd
             take
             his
             Turn
             .
          
           
             Thus
             was
             poor
             
               Britain
            
             tost
             and
             torn
             ,
          
           
             By
             every
             Sect
             and
             every
             Form
             ,
          
           
             Till
             ruin'd
             in
             the
             Frantick
             Storm
             .
          
           
             But
             Heaven
             ,
             more
             merciful
             ,
             the
             tatter'd
             Vessel
             saves
             ,
          
           
             Just
             sinking
             in
             the
             rowling
             Waves
             ;
          
           
             Who
             gathers
             up
             the
             Winds
             ,
             and
             binds
             the
             Flood
             ,
          
           
             And
             brings
             her
             Labouring
             to
             the
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             Which
             had
             so
             many
             wrecking
             Seas
             withstood
             ,
          
           
             And
             heard
             so
             many
             Tempests
             roar
             :
          
           
             Next
             Heaven
             ,
             't
             was
             
               Monk
            
             that
             made
             her
             stem
             the
             Tide
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             Triumphant
             on
             the
             Billows
             ride
             .
          
        
         
           
             IX
             .
          
           
             
               Monk
               !
            
             Whom
             True
             Bravery
             inclin'd
             ,
          
           
             Thought
             it
             more
             Great
             to
             Give
             ,
             than
             Wear
             a
             Crown
             ,
          
           
             That
             restless
             Glory
             rather
             now
             resign'd
          
           
             To
             that
             Illustrious
             Brow
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             alone
             the
             Sacred
             Load
             was
             due
             ,
          
           
             Than
             by
             it
             Deify
             his
             own
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Entrance
             brought
             a
             Universal
             Change
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             whole
             World
             appear'd
             surprising
             ,
             new
             ,
             and
             strange
          
           
             A
             doubtful
             Joy
             in
             every
             Face
             was
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Both
             in
             the
             
               Round-Head
               ,
            
             and
             the
             
               Cavalier
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             degrees
             of
             Men
          
           
             Were
             fill'd
             at
             once
             with
             Hope
             and
             Fear
             .
          
           
           
             The
             bloodless
             Victor
             did
             not
             yet
             explain
          
           
             The
             great
             Design
             for
             which
             he
             came
             :
          
           
             
               Wallingford
            
             House
             
               Committee
            
             stood
             amaz'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             
               Rump-Parliament
            
          
           
             Their
             Trembling
             
               Speaker
            
             sent
             ,
          
           
             To
             ask
             the
             Conqueror
             ,
             What
             he
             meant
             ?
          
           
             While
             the
             expecting
             City
             on
             the
             Wonder
             gaz'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             X.
             
          
           
             The
             rude
             ,
             ungovern'd
             Mobile
             ,
          
           
             As
             wild
             as
             the
             insatiate
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             No
             Bounds
             or
             Limits
             us'd
             to
             obey
             ;
          
           
             Those
             who
             before
             with
             Arbitrary
             Rule
             ,
          
           
             Durst
             pull
             down
             Monarchies
             and
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Prelats
             and
             Peers
             as
             Useless
             Things
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             was
             Sacred
             Turn
             to
             ridicule
             :
          
           
             This
             Coward
             base
             
               Plebean
            
             Rout
             ,
          
           
             Who
             never
             venture
             out
             ,
          
           
             But
             ,
             like
             wild
             Beast
             ,
             for
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             Where
             certain
             Pillage
             ,
             and
             no
             Danger
             lay
             :
          
           
             These
             Fearful
             Curs
             ,
             now
             in
             their
             Kennels
             stay
             .
          
           
             Not
             a
             Horn'd
             Beast
             durst
             from
             his
             Covert
             peep
             ,
          
           
             No
             busy
             Traders
             fill
             the
             Street
             ;
          
           
             But
             the
             whole
             City
             now
             appear'd
          
           
             A
             Desart
             ,
             all
             abandon'd
             by
             the
             Frighted
             Heard
             .
          
        
         
           
             XI
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             wonderful
             to
             see
          
           
             That
             Insolence
             ,
             which
             nothing
             cou'd
             confine
             ,
          
           
             Laws
             Human
             ,
             nor
             Divine
             :
          
           
             Allegiance
             ,
             nor
             their
             Oaths
             of
             Loyalty
             ,
          
           
             (
             But
             for
             each
             little
             Fault
             that
             
               Caesar
            
             made
             )
          
           
             Against
             all
             Laws
             ,
             Religion
             ,
             Gratitude
             ,
          
           
             The
             Faithless
             ,
             Sawcy
             Multitude
          
           
             Rebell'd
             for
             Idol
             
               Liberty
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             stampt
             it
             with
             the
             specious
             Name
          
           
             Of
             
               Conscience
               ,
            
             and
             their
             Darling
             
               Property
               ,
            
          
           
             As
             if
             no
             Sin
             ,
             Impiety
             ,
             or
             Shame
          
           
             Cou'd
             in
             that
             Standard
             of
             their
             Actions
             lie
             .
          
           
           
             Those
             ,
             who
             but
             now
             to
             
               Europe
            
             gave
             a
             Law
             ,
          
           
             And
             kept
             the
             Universe
             in
             awe
             ;
          
           
             Like
             Rebel
             
               Indian
            
             Slaves
             now
             poorly
             creep
          
           
             Beneath
             the
             mean
             Subjection
             of
             the
             conquering
             Whip
             .
          
        
         
           
             XII
             .
          
           
             Thus
             easily
             the
             Victor
             gain'd
             ,
          
           
             Without
             one
             Stroke
             ,
             his
             Glorious
             End
             :
          
           
             (
             
             Th'Attempt
             too
             Pious
             was
             ,
             to
             be
             by
             Blood
             obtain'd
             .
             )
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Exil'd
             Monarch
             was
             restor'd
             ,
          
           
             His
             Entrance
             crowding
             Worlds
             attend
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             like
             a
             God
             ,
             was
             Welcom'd
             and
             Ador'd
             :
          
           
             Wild
             with
             their
             Joys
             ,
             no
             Countenance
             durst
             wear
          
           
             Disguis'd
             in
             a
             Fanatick
             Leer
             ;
          
           
             But
             even
             the
             most
             Dissatisfy'd
             wou'd
             feign
          
           
             To
             approve
             the
             Change
             in
             a
             Consenting
             Sneer
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             then
             our
             
               Halcion
            
             Days
             began
             ;
          
           
             'T
             was
             then
             Just
             Laws
             in
             their
             old
             Chanels
             ran
             ,
          
           
             And
             right
             Religion
             in
             her
             Churches
             shon
             ;
          
           
             'T
             was
             then
             the
             King's
             Prerogative
          
           
             Did
             with
             the
             Peoples
             Property
             revive
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             Man
             bask'd
             beneath
             his
             Vine
             ;
          
           
             No
             Sequestrators
             ,
             by
             a
             Lawless
             Might
             ,
          
           
             Invaded
             now
             the
             Subjects
             Right
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mighty
             
               Caesar
            
             too
             ,
          
           
             From
             every
             Willing
             Hand
             receiv'd
             his
             Due
             ,
          
           
             According
             to
             the
             Laws
             Divine
             :
          
        
         
           
             XIII
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             then
             ,
             the
             
               Muses
            
             left
             the
             sheltering
             Grove
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             open
             Air
          
           
             Unfrighted
             now
             repair
             ,
          
           
             Then
             thou
             ,
             my
             Muse
             ,
             with
             unfleg'd
             Pinions
             strove
             ,
          
           
             To
             soar
             amongst
             the
             rest
             above
             .
          
           
             Through
             untrac'd
             Paths
             thou
             didst
             essay
             to
             fly
             ,
          
           
             To
             bear
             thy
             Monarch's
             Fame
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             But
             flag'd
             beneath
             thy
             Sisters
             in
             the
             Sky
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             often
             didst
             strive
             and
             often
             strive
             in
             vain
             ,
          
           
             At
             last
             
               Parnassus
            
             Hill
             thou
             chanc'd
             to
             gain
             :
          
           
           
             The
             
               Royal
               Theme
            
             inspir'd
             thy
             Noble
             Verse
             ;
          
           
             Great
             
               Charles
            
             and
             
               James's
            
             Vertues
             gave
             thy
             Fancy
             Wing
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             soft
             Lays
             thou
             didst
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             Prophetick
             Numbers
             sing
             :
          
        
         
           
             XIV
             .
          
           
             But
             oh
             !
             my
             Callow
             Muse
             had
             scarce
             began
             her
             Flight
             ,
          
           
             When
             a
             New
             Face
             the
             Faithless
             
               Britain
            
             wears
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             excuse
             her
             Shameful
             Appetite
             ,
          
           
             Pretends
             a
             Thousand
             Jealousies
             and
             Fears
             ;
          
           
             Wanton
             and
             Loose
             ,
             with
             too
             much
             Plenty
             cloy'd
             ,
          
           
             She
             satiates
             with
             the
             Pleasure
             she
             enjoy'd
             .
          
           
             Her
             Plighted
             
               Lord
            
             grows
             dull
             in
             her
             Embrace
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             Caresses
             now
             no
             more
             surprize
             :
          
           
             She
             doats
             on
             every
             Flattering
             Face
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             new
             Fop
             is
             Gracious
             in
             her
             Eyes
             :
          
           
             Adheres
             to
             every
             Lewd
             Dispute
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             each
             Sect
             becomes
             a
             Prostitute
             :
          
           
             Then
             ,
             like
             a
             subtil
             Harlot
             ,
             first
             complains
             ,
          
           
             And
             Crys
             ,
             Her
             Lord
             by
             Evil
             Counsel
             Reigns
             ,
          
           
             To
             
               Rome
            
             affected
             ,
             Pensioners
             of
             
               France
               .
            
          
           
             Oh
             False
             !
             oh
             Villanous
             Pretence
             !
          
           
             Against
             so
             Just
             ,
             so
             Merciful
             a
             Prince
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             this
             Pretence
             ,
             when
             all
             her
             other
             fail'd
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Restless
             Multitude
             prevail'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             
               Caesar's
            
             Ruin
             cou'd
             Redress
          
           
             Her
             New-coyn'd
             Fears
             ,
             and
             Fanci'd
             Grievances
             .
          
        
         
           
             XV
             .
          
           
             Then
             a
             
               false
               Idol
            
             up
             they
             set
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Title
             is
             proclaim'd
             aloud
             ,
          
           
             And
             Frantick
             Huzza's
             through
             each
             Street
             ,
          
           
             Salute
             him
             from
             the
             Dirty
             Crowd
             ;
          
           
             That
             very
             Crowd
             (
             when
             the
             Reverse
             of
             State
             ,
          
           
             Had
             turn'd
             about
             the
             Wheel
             of
             Fate
             )
          
           
             Pursu'd
             his
             Ruin
             too
             ,
             with
             equal-Joys
             ,
          
           
             And
             Crucify
             him
             ,
             was
             the
             Common
             Voice
             .
          
           
             Oh
             faithless
             Crowd
             !
             Oh
             vain
             uncertain
             State
             !
          
           
             Both
             of
             the
             Peasant
             ,
             and
             the
             Potentate
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             fell
             
             th'Ambitious
             
               Youth
            
             Lamented
             more
             ,
          
           
             Than
             e're
             he
             was
             belov'd
             before
             .
          
           
             But
             while
             he
             Triumph'd
             here
             ,
             he
             led
             along
          
           
             
             Th'Associating
             and
             Rebellious
             Throng
             ;
          
           
             More
             than
             divided
             now
             the
             World
             appear'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             more
             numerous
             Part
             he
             shar'd
             .
          
           
             Still
             't
             was
             
               Religion
            
             was
             the
             Word
          
           
             That
             sanctify'd
             the
             Cause
             ,
             and
             edg'd
             the
             Sword
             .
          
        
         
           
             XVI
             .
          
           
             No
             Wonder
             then
             ,
             Illustrious
             
               James
               ,
            
          
           
             That
             barefac'd
             Malice
             dares
             traduce
             thy
             Name
             ;
          
           
             When
             with
             the
             same
             Inhuman
             Crimes
             ,
          
           
             They
             blot
             Great
             
               CHARLES's
            
             Sacred
             Fame
             ;
          
           
             Though
             he
             the
             same
             Establisht
             
               Faith
            
             profest
          
           
             With
             those
             ,
             by
             whom
             he
             was
             so
             long
             opprest
             .
          
           
             If
             with
             some
             Laws
             he
             did
             dispense
             ,
          
           
             Shou'd
             those
             ,
             who
             by
             Rebelling
             ,
             broke
             'em
             all
             ,
          
           
             Make
             themselves
             Judges
             of
             a
             King's
             Offence
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             his
             Just
             Laws
             to
             no
             Account
             can
             call
             ?
          
           
             Those
             say
             ,
             that
             Kings
             can
             do
             no
             Wrong
             ;
          
           
             Though
             the
             Account
          
           
             To
             any
             Number
             shou'd
             amount
             ;
          
           
             To
             Heaven
             alone
             his
             Judgment
             must
             belong
             .
          
           
             Laws
             ,
             and
             Religion
             both
             this
             Maxim
             teach
             ,
          
           
             If
             we
             'll
             profess
             what
             our
             own
             Church-men
             Preach
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Doctrin
             says
             ,
             
               No
               Ill
               we
               can
               commit
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Whatever
               Good
               might
               follow
               it
               :
            
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             Dictates
             of
             the
             Sacred
             Word
          
           
             Command
             
             us
             
               not
               to
               touch
               th'
               Anointed
               of
               the
               Lord
            
             :
          
           
             No
             Law
             was
             given
             more
             forcibly
             and
             plain
             ,
          
           
             Than
             strict
             Obedience
             to
             the
             Sovereign
             .
          
           
             A
             thousand
             times
             God
             ,
             and
             his
             Prophets
             vext
          
           
             With
             Rebel
             
               Israel
               ,
            
             do
             repeat
             that
             Text
             :
          
           
             
             And
             yet
             how
             oft
             was
             
               Caesar's
            
             Life
             the
             Aim
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             ,
             but
             his
             Death
             ,
             cou'd
             free
          
           
             The
             World
             from
             Slavery
             and
             Popery
             ,
          
           
             And
             fix
             Religion
             in
             her
             wonted
             Frame
             .
          
           
             Religion
             !
             oh
             thou
             thing
             of
             Noise
             and
             Show
             !
          
           
             What
             Villanies
             cannot
             Religion
             do
             ?
          
        
         
         
           
             XVII
             .
          
           
             But
             Heaven
             forbids
             that
             Horror
             they
             design
             !
          
           
             And
             
               Caesar
            
             only
             must
             resign
          
           
             His
             Life
             of
             Wonders
             to
             the
             Powers
             Divine
             :
          
           
             Those
             Powers
             Divine
             ,
             that
             Royal
             
               James
            
             preserv'd
             ,
          
           
             For
             the
             succeeding
             Glories
             he
             deserv'd
             ,
          
           
             By
             Heaven
             ,
             by
             Virtue
             ,
             and
             by
             Birth
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             Mercy
             that
             adorns
             a
             Throne
             .
          
           
             Strange
             Turn
             of
             Fate
             !
             that
             Prince
             so
             lately
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Like
             a
             mean
             Criminal
             to
             Banishment
             ,
          
           
             Blacken'd
             with
             all
             the
             Sins
             Fiends
             cou'd
             invent
             .
          
           
             That
             Prince
             for
             whom
             they
             form'd
             an
             Impious
             Bill
             ,
          
           
             Hatcht
             by
             the
             Dark
             Cabal
             of
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             Which
             
               Heaven
            
             abhorr'd
             ,
             and
             all
             
               Heavens
            
             
               *
            
             
               Prophets
            
             too
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             a
             Pious
             Scorn
             ,
             and
             Just
             Disdain
             ,
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             Senate
             that
             Bold
             Treason
             threw
             ,
          
           
             That
             on
             the
             
               British
            
             Honor
             laid
             so
             great
             a
             Stain
             .
          
           
             This
             very
             Prince
             their
             Caprice
             would
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             They
             now
             Inthrone
             with
             Universal
             Joy
             .
          
        
         
           
             XVIII
             .
          
           
             He
             Reigns
             !
             The
             Pious
             Prince
             in
             Glory
             Reigns
             !
          
           
             But
             
               Britain's
            
             still
             Distemper'd
             Brains
          
           
             To
             her
             Old
             Natural
             Vice
             adheres
             ,
          
           
             Which
             fills
             her
             Mind
             with
             Jealousies
             and
             Fears
             ;
          
           
             She
             Fears
             ,
             and
             cannot
             be
             appeas'd
             ,
          
           
             Dares
             not
             on
             
               Caesar's
            
             Word
             rely
             ;
          
           
             But
             seeks
             a
             Desperate
             Cure
             ,
             before
             she
             is
             Diseas'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             no
             Wound
             will
             Corrosives
             apply
             .
          
           
             His
             Mercy
             is
             for
             strange
             Designs
             mistook
          
           
             Against
             the
             Church
             and
             Laws
             ;
          
           
             His
             kind
             Indulgences
             are
             took
          
           
             For
             an
             Establishing
             the
             
               Roman
            
             Cause
             .
          
           
             If
             Laws
             too
             hard
             upon
             the
             Subjects
             bear
             ,
          
           
             What
             serves
             the
             Mercy
             of
             a
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             But
             to
             Excuse
             and
             Soften
             what
             's
             Severe
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             those
             Laws
             by
             his
             Just
             Right
             dispence
             ?
          
           
             And
             since
             a
             Monarch
             does
             a
             God
             Present
             ,
          
           
             It
             more
             becomes
             Heaven's
             Representative
             ,
          
           
             The
             wretched
             Guilty
             to
             Forgive
             ,
          
           
             Than
             to
             destroy
             the
             Innocent
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             XIX
             .
          
           
             
               Britain
               ,
            
             who
             by
             no
             Laws
             Inslav'd
             will
             be
             ,
          
           
             Unjustly
             wou'd
             her
             King
             Inslave
             ;
          
           
             Rebels
             for
             Idol
             Liberty
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             her
             Fellow
             Christians
             ,
             Born
             as
             Free
             ;
          
           
             They
             wou'd
             of
             Liberty
             deprive
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             All-Creating
             Powers
             Divine·
          
           
             Did
             their
             vast
             Knowledge
             to
             one
             Sect
             confine
             .
          
           
             If
             Holy
             Writ
             must
             Judge
             ,
             (
             as
             Gown-men
             say
             )
          
           
             Then
             every
             Christian
             may
          
           
             Pretend
             a
             Right
             to
             Heaven
             his
             different
             way
             :
          
           
             If
             his
             Own
             Judg
             each
             is
             allow'd
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Why
             do
             you
             Punish
             what
             the
             Scriptures
             teach
             ?
          
           
             Or
             if
             you
             will
             deny
             'em
             Liberty
             ,
          
           
             Why
             have
             they
             Freedom
             then
             to
             Search
             ?
          
           
             If
             all
             have
             Right
             t'
             Interpret
             ,
             then
             in
             vain
          
           
             Of
             Principles
             and
             Notions
             you
             complain
             .
          
           
             Who
             can
             prevent
             Opinion
             ?
             Or
             convince
          
           
             The
             Errors
             of
             his
             Fancy'd
             Sense
             ?
          
           
             Who
             shall
             Determin
             then
             'twixt
             Right
             and
             Wrong
             ,
          
           
             If
             each
             Man's
             Faith
             to
             his
             own
             Sense
             belong
             ;
          
           
             Why
             then
             ,
             Mistaken
             Gown-men
             ,
             why
          
           
             Must
             I
             for
             an
             Opinion
             Fly
             ,
          
           
             Or
             changing
             my
             Opinion
             ,
             die
             ;
          
           
             Since
             you
             have
             Taught
             it
             in
             your
             School
             ,
          
           
             That
             Each
             Man's
             Judgment
             should
             be
             Each
             Man's
             Rule
             ?
          
           
             And
             if
             our
             Guides
             Mistake
             their
             Way
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             we
             be
             Punish'd
             if
             we
             Stray
             ?
          
           
             Your
             Pulpits
             oft
             this
             Error
             do
             Commit
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             a
             Different
             Sense
             of
             Holy
             Writ
             .
          
           
             When
             Paying
             
               Caesar's
            
             Due
             has
             been
             the
             Theme
             ,
          
           
             Then
             NON-RESISTANCE
             was
             the
             Cry
             ;
          
           
             Which
             Text
             was
             born
             to
             that
             Extream
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             in
             that
             One
             Point
             ,
             did
             lie
          
           
             The
             Saving
             Business
             of
             Eternity
             :
          
        
         
           
             XX
             .
          
           
             But
             oh
             !
             with
             every
             Turning
             Tide
             ,
          
           
             With
             every
             little
             Ship
             of
             
               Caesar's
            
             Government
             ,
          
           
             (
             Which
             Human
             Counsels
             can't
             Prevent
             )
          
           
             That
             Passive
             Doctrin's
             laid
             aside
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             new
             Measures
             you
             pursue
             ,
          
           
             New
             Methods
             in
             your
             Pulpits
             too
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             to
             
             th'Occasion
             ,
             Sute
             the
             Sacred
             Word
             ,
          
           
             T'
             advance
             some
             New
             Design
             ,
             and
             Enterprize
             ,
          
           
             Then
             ,
             
               'T
               is
               the
               Doings
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
          
           
             
               And
               Marvelous
               in
               our
               Eyes
               .
            
          
           
             Perhaps
             in
             some
             of
             these
             Perverted
             Strains
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             which
             this
             Land
             has
             paid
             so
             Dear
             )
          
           
             'T
             will
             be
             at
             last
             ,
             
               We
               'll
               lead
               their
               Kings
               in
               Chains
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               all
               their
               Peers
               shall
               Iron
               Fetters
               wear
               .
            
          
           
             Thus
             while
             from
             Fears
             of
             Slavery
             ,
          
           
             The
             murmuring
             World
             we
             hope
             to
             free
             ,
          
           
             We
             run
             into
             a
             worse
             Extremity
             .
          
           
             Unthinking
             
               Britains
            
             !
             you
             shou'd
             first
             agree
          
           
             What
             's
             by
             that
             Word
             ,
             
               Religion
               ,
            
             meant
             ,
          
           
             If
             the
             Establish'd
             Church
             it
             be
             ,
          
           
             By
             Boasted
             Act
             of
             Parliament
             ,
          
           
             Then
             oh
             ,
             
               *
            
             
               Eusebia
               ,
            
             you
             ,
             with
             Justice
             ,
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Religion
             will
             not
             now
             be
             setl'd
             here
             :
          
           
             If
             the
             whole
             Reformation
             you
             include
          
           
             Of
             differing
             Sects
             ,
             that
             Endless
             Multitude
             ,
          
           
             What
             's
             this
             ,
             but
             that
             Dispensing
             Power
             in
             you
             ,
          
           
             Which
             
               Caesar's
            
             Great
             Prerogative
             must
             not
             do
             ?
          
           
             All
             of
             the
             Christian
             Faith
             you
             cannot
             mean
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Popery
             ,
             for
             her
             Share
             ,
             come
             in
             :
          
           
             Is
             it
             Religion
             Lawful
             Right
             to
             oppose
             ?
             
          
           
             Or
             Violate
             our
             Sacred
             Oaths
             ?
          
           
             Is
             it
             Religion
             to
             Unsheath
             the
             Sword
          
           
             
               Against
               the
               Anointed
               of
               the
               Lord
               ?
            
          
           
             Alass
             !
             how
             vain
             is
             then
             the
             Sacred
             Word
             ?
          
           
             Why
             then
             was
             
               David
            
             Smitten
             in
             his
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             For
             Robbing
             
               Saul
            
             but
             only
             of
             his
             Skirt
             ;
             
          
           
             With
             the
             same
             Stroke
             he
             might
             have
             Empire
             gain'd
             ;
          
           
             
               But
               God
               forbid
               ,
            
             (
             the
             Royal
             Youth
             reply'd
             )
          
           
             
               Against
               the
               King
               I
               should
               direct
               my
               Hand
               ,
            
          
           
             Or
             see
             it
             in
             the
             Blood
             of
             Monarchs
             dy'd
             :
          
           
             If
             those
             a
             Curse
             upon
             themselves
             must
             bring
             ,
             
          
           
             Who
             ,
             but
             in
             Heart
             ,
             think
             Evil
             of
             the
             King
             ;
          
           
             If
             of
             Kings
             Safeties
             Heaven
             has
             took
             such
             Care
             ,
          
           
             That
             even
             the
             wing'd
             Inhabitants
             of
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             every
             Secret
             Rebel
             Thought
             declare
             .
          
           
             Then
             ,
             Wretched
             
               Britain
            
             !
             What
             must
             be
             thy
             Fate
             ?
          
           
             And
             where
             is
             this
             Religion
             ,
             which
             has
             made
          
           
             So
             great
             a
             Noise
             in
             this
             Divided
             State
             ,
          
           
             And
             has
             so
             Just
             ,
             so
             Good
             a
             King
             Betray'd
             ?
          
           
             The
             Outlaw'd
             Villains
             blot
             his
             Sacred
             Name
             ,
          
           
             He
             was
             ,
             He
             is
             ,
             this
             King
             of
             an
             Immortal
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Then
             since
             ,
             oh
             
               Muse
            
             forlorn
             !
             thy
             Prince
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             For
             whom
             thou
             tun'dst
             thy
             Noblest
             Song
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             this
             dark
             Shade
             ne'er
             with
             
               Apollo
            
             blest
             ,
          
           
             This
             Covert
             suting
             with
             a
             Soul
             distrest
             ,
          
           
             With
             Sighing
             Winds
             ,
             and
             Murmuring
             Rivers
             mourn
             ,
          
           
             Till
             
               James
               ,
            
             thy
             God-like
             Master
             ,
             back
             return
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           Britains
           
             ADDRESS
             to
             the
             Prince
             of
          
           Orange
           .
        
         
           TO
           you
           ,
           Great
           Prince
           ,
           Three
           prost'rate
           Nations
           come
        
         
           To
           Ease
           their
           Fears
           ,
           and
           to
           Expect
           their
           Doom
           ;
        
         
           Oh!
           
             Hero
             ,
          
           more
           than
           half
           Divine
           !
        
         
           Whose
           Glories
           ,
           and
           replenish'd
           Virtues
           first
        
         
           Made
           me
           my
           Willing
           Shores
           resign
        
         
           Up
           to
           your
           Conquering
           Hands
           in
           Trust
           .
        
         
           Not
           
             Caesar's
          
           Promise
           ,
           nor
           the
           Word
           of
           God
        
         
           Cou'd
           calm
           the
           Trembling
           Fevers
           in
           my
           Blood
           ;
        
         
           'T
           was
           Yours
           ,
           Great
           Sir
           ,
           on
           whom
           I
           did
           depend
           ,
        
         
           My
           Laws
           ,
           and
           Just
           Religion
           to
           Defend
           ;
        
         
           'T
           was
           that
           ,
           that
           did
           Assist
           your
           Glory's
           Rise
           ,
        
         
           'T
           was
           that
           ,
           that
           made
           you
           
             Britain's
          
           Noblest
           Choice
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           you
           all
           the
           Applauses
           of
           my
           People's
           Voice
           :
        
         
           Then
           ,
           (
           as
           your
           Gracious
           Declarations
           speak
           )
        
         
           My
           
             King
             and
             People
             Once
             more
             Happy
             make
             .
          
        
         
           My
           People
           whom
           no
           more
           Words
           or
           Oaths
           can
           bind
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           strictly
           will
           exact
           this
           
             Truth
          
           from
           you
           ,
        
         
           As
           their
           Own
           Right
           ,
           their
           Property
           and
           Due
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           that
           Justice
           will
           not
           be
           confin'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Mighty
           Work
           's
           but
           half
           yet
           done
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Glories
           cannot
           be
           compleat
           ,
        
         
           Till
           by
           a
           Justice
           more
           Illustrious
           yet
           ,
        
         
           You
           bring
           Great
           
             Caesar
          
           to
           his
           Rightful
           Throne
           .
        
         
           Brave
           Offspring
           of
           the
           Royal
           Martyr's
           Blood
           ,
        
         
           By
           Nature
           Pious
           ,
           Merciful
           and
           Good
           ,
        
         
           Maintain
           this
           Empire
           in
           its
           Lawful
           Line
           ;
        
         
           This
           Empire
           ,
           which
           Succeding
           Time
           ,
        
         
           By
           Right
           of
           Birth
           Heaven
           may
           to
           you
           resign
           .
        
         
           Content
           you
           with
           the
           Glories
           you
           have
           won
           ,
        
         
           Such
           as
           no
           
             Hero
          
           yet
           did
           e're
           Renown
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           let
           your
           Nobler
           Quiet
           be
           undone
        
         
           With
           the
           too
           Restless
           Burthen
           of
           a
           Crown
           .
        
         
           
           Nor
           You
           ,
           Illustrious
           
             Mary
             ,
          
           can
           Receive
        
         
           What
           Heaven
           Denys
           ,
           and
           Justice
           cannot
           Give
           :
        
         
           Your
           Virtues
           are
           too
           Eminently
           Great
           ,
        
         
           To
           Rob
           a
           Father's
           Head
           to
           Adorn
           Your
           Own
           ;
        
         
           And
           that
           Bright
           Angels
           Face
           ,
           with
           every
           Charm
           repleat
           ,
        
         
           Needs
           not
           
           th'Addition
           of
           a
           
             Lawless
          
           Crown
           :
        
         
           Leave
           it
           to
           Heaven
           !
           since
           You
           've
           too
           lately
           seen
        
         
           The
           Faith
           False
           
             Britain
          
           paid
           an
           Injur'd
           Queen
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A64927e-620
           
             Hone's
             
               Tryal
               ,
            
             &c.
             
               and
               Rye-House
               .
            
          
           
             *
             
               The
               Bishope
               .
            
          
           
             ☜
             
          
           
             *
             
               The
               Church
               .
            
          
           
             
               Oath
               of
               Allegiance
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
           
             1
             Sam.
             
               c.
            
             24.
             
               v.
            
             4
             ,
             5.
             
          
           
             Eccl.
             10.20
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A64927e-6070
           
             
               The
               Princess
               of
            
             Orange
             .