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THE

LAUREL

A

POEM

ON THE

^oet^^lLattteat

Nos Jequimur Lanros Te Lauri Jpmte fiqumtw.

LONDON,

Printed for Benj. Tool^ at the Shif in St. F^wfs

Church- Yard, 1685.

IT would be hut an impertinent firtofa Frcface, (though
not Jo unufuaU^ to tell you here of the Dcfign of the fol-
lowing VoQixtyVphen any one may fee for what it pi Dcfign'd,
tho that Elaborate fort cf fuperfluity, has been an Introdu-
BXow to many a Piece, anJ whole Slicccs fpentin an Expo-
ficion oj the Title Page, that's Clear, and then its Author
bos nothing now to do , but to Clear himfelf

If any can Ccnfure it for a bold Attempt, weellwith all
our Heart own our Confidence : But then it Jball be only
plac'c inhim^ that has wo)JRcafon ^oCenlurc, and that's
the Subjcft, who is the moft conccm'd, and the bcft Judg ;
and then his (cvcrer An'imzdver^ons will be fuperfedea by
the Kindnefs of the Oblation ; And a Kid can never be de-
(pis'd, onfy becaufe we could not offer an Hecatombe ; And
lefl his own Modefty may klajler his Judgment, or others
Envy condmn mine, and bib make it too much for fuch a
Sub;c£l ; both will be better pleas'd too when hell them it was
Pennd C^ indeed it was^ ) only to Pleafe my Self.

A 2 ' Tlje

Prefatory Remarks.

7he Motive that incliridihe Mule to this undertaking,
was not a ^/fterwrnV/ Flattery, but tf Chance of Fancy, and
ffl far from Artc£}ation cf Favour ; 'tis a fordid Scul that
turns Sycophant out of Defign ; Mad it aimdfo low, fure
its Subje& fiould have been more Lotty ; Some PATRON
PEER, feme Pcrlbn Greater, and perhaps defervlng Lcls,
Its Author 7i much fatisfyedfucb a Thc^m has Exercis'd hh
oven Fen, and as little Sollichowi vphether it gratifie any
other Perfon : That which he is concerned for, is. His
ever appearing at all like a Poet, lh ) it were in praife of the
befl ; andvrbat he could have better Exprejl perhaps in a Pa-
negyrick, than a Poem ; there being to that required fuch a
Smooth and Natural Eafine(s, not to be acquired by tie Pol-
lifliings o/Ari, and Indudry : SiicU a fort of V^' its mufi
be happily conceived fo in the Womb : // ever their Mufc
mil become Happy in its Conceptions : The Latin Apfio-
rifin tells us truly, fthat they muftbe born, while othcra
may be made:} and they but unfortunately Glcry with the
Great, to be ram'd for their Mothers Labour, not their
own.

That which put us upon Poetry, was not to Chcar up cur
Padding Profc, with the Comfortable noife of Bells, and
Rhyme, an Excufe perhaps that cant be well made ufe of
where the Vcrfc tires too, and proves but a Jade ; But if a
Body may deal plainly in an Age^ where 'tis bard to find

plain

Prefatory Remarks.

plain Dealing : It woi the EfeSisoffome folitar) Retirements,
even among the wHJl cj Company : Thought and the Mufe,
could ftill affe^ their Obfcurc Retreats^ where other i only the
moji fplcndid Appearance^ and made a Jbift to warm them-
fehcs into Vcrfc upon a Cold Spring, and Epfomc Water ;
fo that we went pretend tofo much as a Small Beer Pocr, when
infpifdonly with the Element of John Taylor. / confefs I
never lov' a much Strong Drink, and have read'tU Mufes
bad a great many Fountains t'o that never ran Wine .• And
were I as mllbarrell'J a6 their Popular Peer, Ogg himfelf,
tjhould hardly Love to he always as full too ; ( tho if bis
Verje were to be gaged in bis Ve0*twouldbe ftill fiund cmp'
ty) Even then Ifbould rather chufe to jog on Lazily in Sober
_ Senfey than tak,e the Pains to be Drunhjor his Elaborate Dul- .
nefs : Well may the Sot, C ^ they fay ) Blajpheme in his
Wit'tf«/Wind, when only theDty i\s Apollo Fires him with
his God, The little Satyr we have fpent on him, and Jome
fucb Seditious Scriblers, was both feafcnable, and pertinent,
and proceeded from a double Provocation : Their avowing
tbemfelves Enemies to all Loyalty, as well as the Laurcar,
their Libelling of late tier own Sovereign as well c» bis
Siibjcfts ; and tho the fucking Mufe is yet Toung enough to
want Teeth ; Ttt they may find its Gumms too, can makf a
Jbift to bite.

That Kimlfort of Entertainment tee met with in the Coun-

trc-y

Prefiitory Remaits.

rr.y, Lrs hi lOrh'J'Iacjs maJt the Faacus Pjftoral. The
li\c i-ch:,i ufiUi.! ivi.j fucb Extemzl ObjeSiSy oi made the
lih lin^rcfiim I n ily MniJ within : AtU'tii an Old Axiome
irc learnt i remember out of our Schools ; 72?^^ there is nch
thing in the I ntcllc<^, but vhat is firjl re^rejented to it by the
Sen'.e: tfbich Maxi-n in Philojhpl^ lamfureisfofarConver'
tibley that whatever the Scnle r^refents, muji at the fame
time be in the IntcUoS. And the Courle Objet^ of the B)e^
rcfin'd into Thought and Iddia,

The Digreffion at lafl into thepraife of our David is fo far
warrantable^ as it has fome Relation to the Poem. Andfo its
Author can't be altogether faid to Digrefs ; it being but on a
Thcam, which the Subjetl cf ours basfo wll handled^ h
offers only at a little piece of Imitation ; and xpe have the of
furaoce of a ponding Maxim, chat in Greac accemprs«'ci»^ibme
Honor to Mi (carry : But if this won*t Apologizf^ the Pen"
man's hearty Loyalty will muk^ the better Plea, He mufi
ftill remember in all bis Works> ^hat be does inbi* Prayers
and Drinkt the King, and theferving up of the befl Difi
in the Rear is an Argument of Choice, not Error, and the
end has a Proverbial Right of crawtmg every WorK^ which
it can be more litter ally faid to do with a Crown'd Head,

The CbaraSter of Sheba might be well purfucd, whomju'
fiice has fo iw// overtaken, and any Satyr againft the Sedi-
tious

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Prefatory Remarks;

thu6^ can be never unfeafonablc, that fiow tbemfelves
fo ready to Rebel at all Sealbns : though the Text cfoes not men'
tion that he was in Abfolon's Rebellion^ 'tis JbrewJlj to be
frefumd that he vroi : And as his InfurreUion vpos after the
Touths dejeat, 'tis to be fufpeSled too that this our Shcba might
have created cur David a fccond, and a worfc Trouble : I
an fure he Countenances the CharaSier in his end, and S'lmi-'
\cs are cbl'igd by the Rules of Logick. to difer, to prevent
their being the fame ; and JJjoula they happen not to be Co-
temporaries in the Text, the contrary of which is rather there
itfiplyeJ: Tet^erkneednot be crarapc trith Chronology,
tboitb'indan Hiftorian.

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But for thofe that are fo tender as to think, it hardncfs to
the Dead ; they are onlyfuch as are concerned for his dying ;
Tet they fure may give us leave to fide with the Government in
a little Satyr on their Hero ; that have invaded it fo viru-
Icnly f>r hi'n in^aVihA^ and a Panegyrick.' And whatever
Compajfion they have f)r the A(h?s (f the Dead, none fure is
bound to reverence the Duft of a Tray tor.

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WITH Fruitlefs Pains, long did the labour-
ing Mufc
Infpiring Theams, provoking Med cins ufc,
'Till fpenc at laft, ic knew not what to chule.
If (bme fierce Fancy made the fondling aim
To reach a War-like f/(rr(?fs DeathIe(^Fame/
Injurious ftill to its own Noble choice,
A bluftering He£tor ended all in noile.
It" gentle thoughts of Peace employed the Pen,
To her ftill dulnefs down (he funk agen.
Of Love's Divineft Theam ibmctimes 'twas full,
But would exprcls it, mod divinely Dull.

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2 The LAUREL.

Tlv; young uiuiianag'd thing was l>iU too fierce,
t-'f tamely Lagg*d, along, in Laiy Vcric,
Of unflulhc Poets, ftill the common Fate
In their Raw Rhymes to b^ unfortunate:
The young untcathered Things mufl: vainly try.
If from their Ncft, they fee but others fly.

Of all her Vain Eflaysflie nought could make,.
Till for her Theam (he did thy Praifcs take;
In Vain invok't the Names of all the Nine ;
MiAakenFool !. and never thought on chino :
Some Sparks of Wir, aiaint and glimmering. Fire,
Would wink and look as if 'twould quite Expire..
She DryJen call'd, and at thy (acred Name,
Srreight, the Dull Embers (k(ht into a Flame.
Thus the mad Prieds, with Zealous Error bawl'd^
In Vain their Helplels, Drowlie Baal czlM^
Big with their God, witlrFury, and with Pain,
The rortur'd Wretches like Poor Poets Strain^
And both miftaken (lilL, and both in Vain ;
The Sullen, Senlelefs Blocks, lay Dull, and Wer,
And lookt as loath to entertain the Heat ;
But when the Happier Prophet truly Pray'd,
Invok'c Diviner, and more Power^ ayd»
A Vigorous Heat which from kind Heavens came.
The Snothering Altar Gilt, with Lambent Flame;

Come

m LAUREL 3

Come Tuneful Souls, that would l)e well Infpir'd,
And with exalted Fancy truly Fir d ;
Your Female Sovereigns, once the mighty Nine ;
But now wdik Powers, and not at all Divine,
And can't prefcribc to a Succeflive Line,
Mud be depos'd their Government by you,
And Salique Law obtain with Poets too.
His Mafculine WitforIn(piration chule;
The Mufes Mafter, fnakes the better Mule ;
Then go, young happy Bards, that near him fit ;
Go, Sing his Praiie, that reap the Benefit,
His Bounteous Largels, of Diflfiifive Wit,
Your meaneft Brother knows (carce him, or number yet*

Forgive this bold attempt of Ignorance,
While I relate the happy Work of chana.
Tie tell thee Damon^ thee dear Friend Tie tell.
What to thy ftraggling Strepbon late befel.
How firft he found of Verfe the beaten Rode,
That led not to our Fariy but better God;
Even better &, than what the Citts adore^
When mine they know, theyle Worfhip theirs no more,
Their Pb^dm, God but of Ptefumptive Vi^it,
His Deitie was ne^re an Author yet ;
rie tell yoa how your Shepherds thoughtlels Bread,
With Mule, and thought Divine was firft pofTdt.

B 2 You

4 The LAUREL.

Vo'.i ki.o'A' wc loiig, and that in Vain did play,
Too long ;\K'.s I we play'd tlie time away
(.^a ///s Sunny Bank :s iupincly laid,
(01 that my wandring t!'.ougI»ts had Iboncr ftray'd; )
Htr tercile Bounty Ble V like Heavens dew.
And all was waccr'd that but near her grew;
To me licr blafted Weed, to mc alone,
^fcre than a GUem's xMiraclc was fliown,
Our Engli/h PwJjt*s Fate by mint's out-done.
Mine all the Laure! W Misfortune won:
Ptace injur'd Ouft, ye Pious Aflies Peace,
My greater Lor, will make your fuftcrings lefs :
For DilappointmenCs you abroad would Roam,
Propitious Fate! to me (i\\\ brought it home;
Your Fleece lay dry, but where noncc're was wcr,
111 OBurts, among tiic Wrexhed, and the Great ;
But mine was fairly Curd, even in the Mulls happy Scat,
Flow on talle Streams, for (hould I pais that way,
And thou the ^me, that caus'd my Fruitlefs ftay.
At that ungraceful (ight, I needs mufl: burn ;
But I, no more, than ihy paft Waters (hall return*

My Faithful Swain, you know the Fatal Hour,
We melting Souls, in parting Tears did pour.
Such Tears, as when the Mournful Night was come, '
That C^fars Exile lefc his Native Rome ;

Or

The LAUREL. 5

Or cliO e chc Rous Prince, devoutly flitd,
When pcrjur'd Troy, the poor Remainder fled.

But moft thy lols my Friend, mod that 1 moan'd.
Thy Faith for all her Perjuries atcon'd,
Wi:h longing Eyes, weview'dyour flying Plain
Still role the glowing Brcaft, and ftill in Vain,
Still Love fuppreft all Anger andDiidain,
While quite behind the riling Hill flic mn.
We left iitr ; but as Men the letting Sun,
Which warms them ftill, and ftill does ti'om them run.
So fc: our chcaring Light, and once our Truft ;
But ^d!c and failing, as flie let flie Bluflit.

Reftl.fs we many Lawns, and Meadows paft.
Nought plcas'd the Eye, or Plcafant to the Taft,
'Till our Curft Face, even with us weary grown.
Grew kind, and fliew'd a Plain, lb like thine own,
That thee my Damon, ftill I fancy *d there,
And that but yi a Dream, we parted were,
Ic was the Mules other 16ft retrear;
As Graceful ftill, tho not (6 Gaudy ftat,
As many Tuneful Youths d id there rclbrr.
As many Nobles Grace the learned Court ;
Wit for her owp, its Proudeft Palace claim'd,
Three Mighty Princes there Succelfive Reign'd,
There Spencer^ Cowiey^ Vryden^ Monarchs late.
That now make up the Great Triumvirate^

Thcrt

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G Tbe LAUREL.

T' rc ftill the forward Shojcs wc riling find,
From the Prolifick Seeds they left behind:

Th.rv, KeycTiindCbantj tlic much lovdCc/rp/f/s Scream,
Fam'd for its lelf^ buc much more lam'd {cr him ;
Tiirough the ftill Willow cuts his filcnt way.
Grave fike the learned Heads chat by him ftray;
The peacehil Stream, no noiHe Murmuring makes,
Hii Neighbouring Mules for Example cakes,
And they in tCindneis grace the gentle Srream
With eafie Prai (cs, of its flowing Thcam :
Not wi:h Proud Tyber feams up Golden Ore,
And with Rich Sands, buc Barrena all the Shore,
Like Fertile A/Zr, his faccen'd Banks oreflows.
And a much Richer Green, behind ic Grows.

Ott' from the fpacious Valleys, humble Plain,
Ths Tuneful Walk, ot each Harmonious Swain,
A Pleaianc Hill, unfbrct^ icarce feen to rife,
At once invites, while it deludes your Eyes ;
There Faithful CorUcn his Lambs did Feed,
And kind Alexh wacchc the Wanton Kid ;
Oft the Kind Swains would lee their Fleeces ftray.
And with their (Iragliag Stranger fpend the day.
Show all th' Innocent Trsafurc of the Place,
Whcrethe Bed Thicket, iweeceft Haxlewas,
Showd all their Treafure, and preienced coo.
The Juicy Blackborria> the rado Sloe,

The

The LAUREL >

The kinder Herbs, preft by our ruder Feet,

OfHciouHy in mingled odours meet.

You Damon know, w e of *c ore Rybla went ;

Buc never Damon knew,fb fwect a icent,

Here courting Nature, labour'd for to pleafe,

Sireccht out her (tlli to ipread Varieties .*

Here grew oiir Flocks lovd Thyme^our Beeches ftood ;

All that we ufe,tbr Phyfick or for Food,

Such as our Old tam'd CHron never knew,

U^e crop'c of all, an^ as we crop't they grew,

TTiey never dye ; but a while doubttul ftand,

Th* Immortal Harveft ri(es on the Reapers Hand v

'71s juft at Icaft, that they fliould ever live,

fThcfc powerful Vcrtues Life it felf can give,

May mighty Pan, kind SwainsI be as kind to you.

And what I can't return, the Gods bellow.

The Gods! that me in fruitful EJen plac't.

Only to drive their Exile out at laft,

7heGods! that thus unkindly force-farewell.

That on its Theamthey fcarce will let me dwell.

And where it would have fixt, ^had't pleafed fztej

The travelling Mifc would fuftcr but to bait.

Rcftlefi, like things that to their Center move.
In an unknown, and undefined Love,
We woud Altars raile to Verfc her unknown God •
But ftill were Ignorant of his bleft Abode,

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8 The LAUREL.

We aski. ot'all the Gotis, and Nymphs we found
Near (acred ///5, or Ghami haiiow'd Ground,
Wcaskc wkrethjTriieGodof Vcrfc mighc Dwell?
Their Ignorance, or their Malice would not tell. .
And can our Spot, ArcaJia, yield a Stream,
That dares to v) c,wuch lc!s out-Rival chem?
ft dors, and fuch an one as does furpais
Alt what Earth, or ere in Heaven was;
And fuch alone^ (iich as our Nobler Tbamei
Can Triumph o'er, thofe proud infulcing Streams,
Thee our tam'd Bard, dah his Example chufe.
Thy even Current guides his flowing Mufc ;
Yec ne'er did what the Mightieft Mufc could ^y.
Thy Worth, more boundlefe than her thoughts difplay,
When all that Tribute's pay*d,no Trealure's found,
As thou thy felf ' in thine own Ocean drown'd ;
Why (hould O matchlcfe Flood! the Common Deep,
MixC with the meaner Streams, thy Waters keep.
Through the Tumultuous Main unmingled glide.
Like the Fond Alpbeu4 foWomng of his Bride:
Here Fate at length thy wandring Trojan caft.
That Jliu m of M isfortunc fixt at laft :
Here 'twas he found that end of longing chougbc.
The much lov'd ObjeSt he Co long had (ought :
One Evening as he trac c the winding Flood,
And near the dangerous Tempter Mufing flood,

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T:^ LAUREL. 9

Where had the Amorous 3oy, but gazing been,

Tho none of his bowjcchiag Bacc had iccn, . . ; . .

Th enamant'd Youdi hach been as mucb undone.

Not CO his own, but her Embraces run.

A gentle Breeze, as fofc a fi>und did bring.

Sole as che Notes the tuneful AngeU Sing, , , ,

With Ear, and Heaart pp&fV, I forward (Dove,

The (Irong ImpuKe or Muiick, and of Love,

When near cfae Bank, beneath a Ipreading fliadf,

A Place that iaan'd for fufih &ih. ^iweetitefs made,

Where the pad Nyavcs their ooming Sifters Greer,

In twining Circles one Qnoti^r meec

There fat „*-u. .,

I*Ie tell theeJ@«^.th^{ kw bliW (tf«

The Good, tIw>tta^rtl©Q|priQiu8* GodQfWit, , ;,

His Golden Lock^playfd with the wanton ITind,

Nis64w, ai\d|[i^iv«rt:i::ai!eleisiiii<^,behinct, ,.

Ifeno«}hadf(iiwi|t7m.QrAfli?x^ ' -

ThcftpherjiiA*owd7ifW«d f0.thejQ2j>lt, ,

His own fweet Lays h^Sung ;o W.bile jsVry found'

Gave prefenc VhitA^ or made Lovc§ deeper Ifpund, ,

Between his Bus(jri#fdl,flgfc his: Hafp he h^ : . . .

The rifing5la»|fti W»*i S^fpaafjon iweU'4 . ; -

So did our Br«0^, . wi* the recoiling Flood,

Itay back tJie:f wipteffiannci^ of the Bljo^

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io Tbt LAUREL.

The Bulie S.)ul, but Eyc9, and Ears, could ply ;
'Twas cask cnoush, co intbrm ch* Ear, and Eye,
Much there he mng, and wetl, and play'd as much;
J/Tiile Raviflit Nature foiH'd ac every touch.
And bid her murmuring Screams co bear a pair*
Her tuneful Birds, to imicace his Air,
The cockling M^aVe^, crowd in co hear Kpi pby,:
In preflTing Kifles, kiis the'u* Banks away.
The lilVning Fiih, in thronging (hoals appear, . •
Charm'd ^hh his Song, mote mute and (ilerit ^mstd.
^ 11 that e're Savage was 'about htm came,
The Woli Aood harmlefe by his Prey the Lamb ;r
^uch here did his the Thracian Harp oucge,
Then Men, and Bea(h if^ere noc (c> wild Upo^,.
^nh greedy Looks I viewed the Obje^ 'ore,'
ITich Look^ of* Lovers when they moft adore,
1 &w, and^uick as nimble Sight thire came,
There flaiht iMmiAy Dreaft,- ftiriAngFhnHtti > '.i>
Or a ftrange fbmeiKiat , that I'COold MtNanie.
The kind Infefttonleik'a on every ^ait.
The Fire iisfos'd, glow^ in the Youthful Heair,
Vour unexpeiij^rd Lad^ untfs'd Coftmie^ •
ScarceGuefl&om^liAwnbecllekiliddifeRiericaMf^ : ' : : : i
Perplexc, yet pfeas'd^ a while ht imfing ildod.
Thought it the oorUkKm Feafour ^^ tttK)d>ii -^-^ :.v

'^'^ For*.

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Tk LAUREL < it

Forgive chat Impious thought ! thou (acred Head,
•Twas but bis Innocence ttoc Error bred.
Srreigh: undeceived, his Soul diiTolv'd in Rhyme,
In mighty Numbers, and in roeafur'd Time.
In grateful Verfe, recum'd due thanks to him.
And her Irt(pirar, ;uftly made her Theam :
If from one fingle fisht iniph-'d by you {
What will a Friendimp, ^d Acquaintance do ^
Thus ftill as co tk'Old rropbets Houfe they came,
They all were iirvl irkh a Fropbetkk Ffanie:
That Seentn of 7|^ Fam'd, andAdor'd, by you, ..
And feniele(s .SdK^amongft the Propbecs too.
When with the firft lam'd Seer, tiKM (bait flye,
Wing'd with a fioy Chartotto the Sky,
That bleftAbodsy ceisrv^ lor Ifiai anw^
AndfiiretheLoc, of Poeory, and Loflc,
Tell me, O Father ! Ton the Barren Sand,J
While you nucdi^ cheRich^ andpMMiJBtl Land,
How naniy gating^BB^ tkraric 4abciui»iii|;.lee, '

To catch th' in^irkig Mande dropc ifromthee ? '
Be fure yon leave the loog^ &t thing Uelow,
Thy lelf^ COD ttudli on Heaven to beftow;^
I know, OtettpmlAaxl! ^ii'inoft giifr, •
Thy youngeft PupiktheSobool of Wir;
Who athis TtttOr^FoK, ftontid gladly fk.

C a faughe

12 The LAUREL

Taughc fir!^ to Scan, and number out his Vcric,
SIiouUl in bold Lines hisMafters Prailerchcarte.
To your learn'd Labours ail that's here I owe.
Blame nor the Gif-, which you your ielf beftow.
This firft Eilay your Youth cVc Publiflit yet.
Flows trom the Subjc^s, not the Author's Wit ;
Your Fruitful Harvcft watcht as Beggars do>
Ot Vei (c to glean a Icattcred Ear or two.
You form'd the little Clay, you tun'd his Lays ;
Yet your own Work too weak to reach your Praifc ;
Thy worth not to be reacht, but wrongs thy Name, ■ i
And thy high Fancy robs thee df thy Fame.
Then what we cannot reach, thy works fhall flu>w>
What none cl'e can, thou for thy (elfmuft do. . ; ^
Thy own reapt Ldi^re/j, hersiball crown thy -Sjjsv
I'll only Name them, tor to name is Praife. i

U your hartti Maximittiha writ in fpite,
Seeixi'd iibfcand iweet, coeacbJongtiig Appetite,/ -i:.
What thenmufttho(ec6oifiiacdiIptetabouiS' prove?. (
Which you have writ in Kindncis and in Lqv&

Proud Spain had bcenV idorious long before.
From her old Wiprld had focc't the ^ithlefi Moor. . v i
Yet there her W(^hy'd diy:d;jhM.O!^i^ : . r :

But here they live, with!chiiiHBiinmiMtal.Pi^^ '
There- Valiant Arcos^ yieldsG^ TifSfeandRtii^
But. here he ihines much Brighter in the Dull.

What

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What fullcn Cmici^ car, Almanz^r blame,

6uc what will Blaft Old Homers facrcd Fame ?

His Hero (lands ui^itable dill,

The higheft Pattern for the Proudeft Quill ;

Yet necr did thine to fuch vilePaflions creep.

The brave Almanz^or's never ieen to Weep.

His pcevifli Greek to* his ^nwiiing Mother Cf ics,

•Till the fond Goddcis rofe to wipe his Eyes.

I f rhioe's too fullen, too»ievere exprelV,

Thar only niakesthe Chara^ler the bed, .

Anger sth' only Vertue ; in an. Hrraa 9 BeeniV. ■

]f that the humble Mu'e, muftfioo^ to telf.

But fordid Truth, things meanly poflible; • '

Why then's thatGredk, iccat'dikim pdwerfiil Steal,

AH Death^fcly'dv bui^inxHcriirW Hal ?. v

But as Spain s Yidories in her old World won,
For want of you, ordulntfs of her own.
Had all beoxi damaTd Co/dark Oblitvion ; . 'i r ' y
So ftill her later Conqticft of chendii^, •. ■ i. * i "
Is only fam'd and ztemit'd by ydiu '
The dufty Viftorj, rais'd attend thy Stage,
And o're agen (;beir Barbarous Battles WaeCi
Ths flaughrecdJ/ic/iAB's Gho^ afi|enappearv >' ' ' ' i i
Their ASions, Words, Their very though^sarc there. '
There the R ich Mines where all their Treafiidb lay,
And all the Wiirfgcafpf wibhiki i FJay, • r j7 -
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Thy Mufe cmbarqud, and touchc upon Peru.,
TIiou nuichmoretamtl Cokmbus of che Cwo,
' r was loft, and fince found out agcjn by you. ;
Still lacrcd VcHc vasWorlhipcasUivine,
Each Age adur'd tor GoddeflTes che Nine;
Buc you have made her Tnths Divine exprftls,
And fully baffl'd che Scjihoob fimptiQefs. .
Well may thofeChampkms boldly ftiAd thbir Ground ,
When buc che Caufe noc Combacsuits che^ Wound :
Divine Polemicht tho* their Skill bcGfesc,
Witti our LayiFenceos CO6, can play a Chba^
Hs chat Defends, buc ieeiBs to doubt his Greed ;
And (harp debates like Thorns woimd his Head,
And make agea the Might)^ Saviour bleed*
ThouGifcot Tonnes 1 O hadiwo ftill b«cn muoe,
We Piecy ihould rradice» not dilute*
Kind, Reverend Leviy let us but believe,
^ ask no more, and you n« more (bouid givci >
Wee*ll beattenr, wee'U hear you Preach and P^y ;
But £>r God laketion't dilute your God a^y*
Thou Dire Artificer of this Zealous Rago,
ThouPeftoftkis, andthe preoeding;Aae,
That fought with Sword of Spirit ain of Sceely
In billing Soub, and Blood infaU'^Ie.
To thy curft Pen we owe thefe Pious Tears,
Religions Wounds^ and all the Nations Wats.

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Our Lantti fbrc'c on the defeiiive part ;

Fut by his Thrufb, aim'd ac the Churches Heart.

Ifet ftill the bold Agapn did perfift,

Iti's Murder prolper a once, and once he Mift.

With Jemlh WoHhip, offer'd all in Blood,

But gainft his iaft actempc our Sm ftood.

Wich faltering Nerves, yet gra^his feeble Sword,

And dying (ought the Battles of the Lord.

Scill more Propnane the Wretch aflail'd theMu(e,

As if he,, alhhit's £icrcd would abuie.

The TymthiSmc, once left hbhungi^y Proiev

Ih Dfiggrcl twaMg'd bis CaMn through the No!e»

Well may you reach his Rimgado Priifts,

When their dull Ifafter aimUio high as thitk

But while I thus A^giMsl T:tvih^ would tell,

Th' attempt but in^ei you whoVe-dont ie iiell;.

While you but oeach Religion to the Lay,

TheCaflbck, aMdttlieGoiwn;, are taught to ]pra.y..

Our Pious HSrr^rrt made it hold ifo Senfii ; i

But thy iOJuft/iff u^loquenoc

With many Iteds the Rabble Monfter roie^
And thought no U$M lUiiBxy could mpofi;
Lampoon s^ dulltjbel^ Suyh, F^^ils, ' J? fts,
The dangefOQd Wttpons of the Rebel' Beifti '

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Vour Bjxt-rs, Sh-'vlls^ Onens^ limits^ andCtffw,
lor lViiict;nc^ he Chariiabiy Jpar.'s.

Led lonli the Hal, well Uilcipiiii'd for Wars,

Thou and Jiy StcviU.roa ih: Combate cho;.;,-

Soon cruflic thcni Dc; .; in Loyal Vcrle and Profc.

Ing-niouj Sjul^! wh . \\\ Loyalty in(pir'd,

Beyond what VVir, f rWinc, or Woman fir'd.

The icri!j!ing Fops, (bon found chem (elves ouC-wric,

And rally'd wit'i more tbrmidiible Wit :

Thsy tcar'u ihe ConMiion Face of pcriftiirtg Prinr,

And ftampr more lafting Treafon in die Mini; ; .. '•

But Medals Mono^ Man^ prov'd all a Clicac,

The Silver like the reft was CouncertHc :

Yours truly fliow'd the pcrfcd Tray tor A Face, .; a.

A Monument more lafting than their . Brftia .

Thefe Works all other Feiis have ^r ouc-golij
Yet you your felfj are by your (elf out-don.
No travelling Mufc» will c'rc beyond it ruo, ;i^ ^, ,
Verfe fixt her I^illaw.in. thine .il^jb/o«^ .: »\ ^.V. .. .- .
You o're both fTorlds the Mighty ConqoerQr iUign,
Your (ell'i (iibducd, 'cwas ail that did rcnuiin:
J^ell migh: thebravci'c//<«tfff Youth .lament,
F^hen V vBcocy - and tt(e J^orld no fucchci" .^^Ht,
Thy Pen has reapt more Laurels than his 3word,
And Fate no fiirther Conqueft can a^brd.

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The Mantuan 5irtf/iicnouncswicli tUeJhcban Quill,

Yec in his lofcy flight, lecms humble Aill.

In liich (wccc Noccs doth Hying lilc renew.

As if his latell Breath he always drew.

The charmed Soul tho fled lie back would bring.

Long may he live, butftillas dying Sing.

Tis here he* hasrcachtthe Mighty Mountains height,

And triumphs in unimitable flight.

Here on its flouriHiing Head he pitying (its.

The panting, riiing, labouring, croud of Wits.

Long Aood the fam'd, high TropbiCj Coolers Hill,

The Mu(es lett their own, and there would dwell.

Had ftill oVetop't in Bravery, and Pride,

And dar'd the flighr, of all the World befide.

I (aw this Glorious Banner you dilplay.

The doubtful Denbarn yield at laft the day.

While you true Verlcs ftandard bore away.

A Deed fcarce cquall'd by the Royal Pole,

That (hares in thy great Name, and greater Soul :

I^en through the meaner croud with (corn he flew.

And down the Proudefl: of their Banners drew.

The Shouts of Europe Blcft th* /mporrantDay,

You've routed Vcrfe as Barbarous as tliey.

Here (ix ^inc Mule, thy Theam too lad will flow.
Too great for WoxdSy his riiing worth will grow.

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Too much otea'iePrailc, may'as much moIeO,
Jf"n\\ all his Laurels Crown'd he'd be oppreft.
The Rnnan Virgins Fate, would be his Lot,
Crullic widi tlic weighty Prizes (he had got.
And fince the Mufe more blunt, much duller grows.
And in thy Praife, her Imperf.dion (hows .•
I'll turn her point, and force her on thy Foes,

And firft thou Viper raifc thy Vcnom'd Bead,
My Pen (hall reach thee, tho from Juftice ffed.
Thou who did'A damn thy Monarchs right Divine,
And mad'A it Treafbn to defer.d His Lino.
Thou who the Prelates fide didfl falfely chuie.
That with their Name thou might'il the Church abule ;
But ftill what mov'd thee to Blafphemc the Mu(e ?
InVuin thy Rage, on thee (he'll never fmile,
And turn thy Pedants, to the Poets Stile :
Not one looie Word does on his Stage appear,
But what the perfonated Thing mu(l bear.
The word of Ills can't there be done too well,
Who would plunge in, that ^w the draught of Hell ?
Who when black Trea(bn*s drawn to Life upon't.
Would praifc the Traytor, or commend an H-^t,
The (iillcn Sot, makes no Dillindion here,
'Twixt the Pure Vice, and naked Chani£^ :

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Touchc wich the Sight of his own Fadious Face,
The fretting Fool, in fpight would break the Glafs.
Can the Wre.ch Cenfure thy Diy incft rage?
Yet Blafphetnies forgive in every Page,
Of" the ranting, roaring, Monftsr ot" the Stage?
His Pious Namelakes Tims Religious Theam,
Comperutmn co fwear by, and Bjafpheme,
The Life, the Soul, of Devils and Dm Jobuf
Their Dodor ne're deferib'd fb well his Don :
While ?o^i/} Rapes, and Murders, a£M were.
And all by Spanijb Pilgrims landed here .
'Twas Innocent, his Lcwdnefs they forgive^
The Poets Plot coo torn'd a Narrative.
Thefe haughty Devils, known but by their Pa^
Think 'tis all Saint, 'tiU fioop, and fee the Flaw.
So the proud Jums Bird, ftruta, (preads her Trairt»
Till the black Feet, pull down bar Pride again :

Next Rhyming, Rattling Doeg Chould come in ;
But chat Repentance, muft sictbhe for Sin .*
And the lerercft Morals pardon ftill.
An Ignorance that is Invuicible.
He fcarce defign'd die Satyrs that he writ,
His Head-fhopg Hud^ the Jade had got the Bit,
And ratd'd on widi neicber Fear, or Wic.

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Hcncxi hio Piiiuci?, m.i!t ihy I anion liic,

To Sovcrtigii Vcrle he was a Rtbcl coo ;

L-'C the; Rclciuin ; Soul l)ut only live.

To !'.\irii tho'j like iliy Prince canft loon iorgivc.

But Lt thy ftubl'oni Ogg he nc're tbrgot,
\VIi;)(cdn)wlij Vcrlc lurks deep, as ftili their Plot
1 II Ibmeching's undtrftood, in fomething's not,
\k from Wiis Kmpire, and his Princes tlcw.
Or rather, V\'itafliani'd from him withdrew.
}'.iil Miglry Gutu I lor Drink the Srandard made,
TliOii (billing Pcniioner to the Brewers Trade.
Gowit'i thy Ma lers Hcrles, teed on Grains,
As theirs thy MaHy Gutts, asjheirs thy Brains.
We envy not thy C Jreatncfs ; ftill drink on,
•Till two-lega'd Hogftiead (well up to a Tun,
And Famous HeUclberg it felt" out-done.
Go then invoke thy rotting Patrons Tap,
Inllcid ot Mu(e, to vent the flowing fap.
Thy betrer Midwife, and with leffcr Pain,
Brings forrh both Excrements, .of Gutts, and Brain ;
You wou'd iwcar to fee him fordid Satyr write.
Thi Poet Rhym'd, but Doftor did indite,
Tlv/V, andhis7'/m5, both one Province chofe,
This Ralcals ic i.i Vcrfe, and that in Prole.

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If noc toborhdifjblcd. Whore and Ficrhr,
Or any thing wecU grant him but to write.
Let him fing well his Dogrclls, play th^mtoo ;
Wce'll give to him, as to the Devil his due.
But who with docile Beafts would Arc difpute.
The Bear and Fiddle, Sh-ll and his Lute.
Such rugged Monfters in a Smithfieli/Bocxh^
(Where ought tq be the Poets Sfage in TruthJ
Afl-, fliowattvery Fair, for ufual price.
And Tunetul Sb — Us feen for Penes a piece.
But as in every kind, wc fbmcthing fee,
Grac't with Pcrfcftion in more high Degree.
His frighten'd Daifn, nn trembling from her kind.
And left the fliapelcls Lump unlickt behind;
The forc'tNcglcft beyond all natural Care,
Made him the more coniplear, and better Bear ;
To Dulne(sdamn*d, and Faftion fince he fH,
To pcrfeft all the Punifhment of Hell,
His fVubborn Error, is incurabl«.
His fpungy, fappy Soul, would yield to thee,
But's body'd up by Trunkof fturdy Tree.
Your Loyal Pen attempts with fruitlefs ilroke.
With Spriggs of Bays, for to cKaftife an Oak.
Your too keen Satyr,do:s oblige your Foe,
As harmlefs 7c?;n's, kind dulnefs Aill does you.

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Your Fleckpo's kind, ( tho' ft ill fevcrc enough )
Ic Arms liim Cap-a-pc with Nonfenle FroofI
He tears no more, ot hardcn'd dulncfs full,
H^ is nor, will not, can'c be made more dull.

Leave then che Mud, chac can'c be made more mean,
And prail., \vliac can'c be prais'd enough, agen ;
Search, mighty Pan^ round all your tuneful Plain,
Try the iWeer Pipe, ot 'each Melodious Swain.
Lee che fair Sylvia Judg, and kindly prove.
If her dear Damons Lays (he morq^could lovt.
Shee'll make her felt his Pr^ze, and him her choice.
Her Eyes, her Heart, her Soul roo, for his Voice.
In your own rural Eclogue he excells,
'Tis all ArcaJU, whereloere he dwells.
Say Godof Vcrfc, Judg of Immortal Wif,
Say, who of all your inlpir d Men more fic.
To have che higheft place, and next you lie ?
Speak, envious God, tho he your Rival be,
ForifyourcJulV, you II boldly lay 'tis he.

Kind Nature ! to whole Liberal Objeds we,
Poor Common Rhymers muft obliged be ;
Her (elf's oblig'd, and made more natural by thee.
Such genuin Thoughts through all diy Fan^ move,
I^efcribxi by thee, (he's with her (elfin love.

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Th$ LAUREL 33

She wich thy Muib doth weep, and with her finilc,
Pieas'd with thy Treacherous Pen, her lelf beguile ?
The willing Sun lends his Otficious ray.
And feems more bright when you delcribe the day.
The tuneful Birds, in Gonfbrc with thee iing.
Thy' Immortal Ver(e makes their Eternal Spring.
If peaceful Nights dill Tbeam does Lull thy Head,
Kind humouring Nature, huflies all to Bed ;
Draws to the Lite, the ft lent Chambers of the dead.
The drowlie cops of Mountains nod' with thee,
And all theftubborn Oakes which on them be.
All things fo clofely hug themfelves in Night,
As if they fear'd for you, approaching Lighc.
So the ^m'd Artift, withiuch natural Grace,
Fram'd Artful Heavens in his (phear of Gla6.
The wandring Planets, their wild Mazes tripr.
The fixed Stars theirregular Motions kept.
The fpangling Orbs mov'd plain to eveiy ^nfc^
In each you faw the very Intelligence,
Through the bright Art, did natural glory ihine. '
And all was Humane flill, and all Divine.
The Jealous Gods, to fee their rivall'd Will,
MocicT, or out-done by frail and Human skill :
Mongd all his Schemes, for fear he ihould create,
By Death relblv'd the doubtful Problem of his Fate.

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24 Tbe LAUREL.

Fam'd Bards do icll at Sumhers powerful call,
Th' cnlivai'tl Scones, danc'd to the Thbon Wall.
That Sta: UC5, Sronts, of living Bcafts could make.
And ramcJy Savage Nature to tor lake :
01 ihc Iwccc Lvrc, tiiac with its charming String,
From Mcrcilels Waves, could milder Monfters bring.
So tlo thy Mighty Lines, and p Jwcrlul Art,
Such Life, fiich Soul; to Icnlelels tilings impart.
Thy Gentle Vcrfc leaves nought in Nature \kild,
Even Man the Mightier fiercer Btall is mild.

Doubly Iccurd, of never dying Fame,
Eternal in thy Soul, and in thy Name.
Bcfidcs that Lc£iur*d Life of Grave Divines,
Thy Immortality lyes in thy Lines:
But O! for fomc Immortal Hand that can.
Make thee live too, even in thy outward Man.
Thy Pen, which only could,has drawn thy Mind ;
But where for this, (hall we a Pencil find ?
Fam'd Vandikis Dead, and Lely is no more.
And Fate for this, has left but one in (tore.
The Matchlefs Rylty is for this defign*d.
For this kind Fates, ye Ryky left fchind.
See the bold piece, with its own Objcft ftrivc.
It drives for VcrFc, and would be more alive.

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See all the Muies drawn within his Face,
Or Features that wou'd all the Mules Grace.
It grieves me that there any thing Aiould be,
BcHde thy fclf to give luch Life to Thee.
Then only give to him that makes thee 1 i vc.
What my poor Mortal Pen can never give.
Give him the Life, that triumph ore the Grave,
The Lite that Cowley to his Vamih gave.
Weak Artlels Hands, can Poftures, l^refles draw;
From their loofe Stroaks, chofe looier Figures How,
Give me chat Mailers Hand, that Art Divine,
That (hows my Face, and (hows it to be mine.
All that proud Athens boafts, or ftately Rome^
Does from their Poets, or their Painters come.
Here both conlpire to make one Mader* piece,
The Pride and Shame ofltalji and Greeee, * .

Hail, (acred Pair, with equal Glory (hine.
Both like your fitil Originals Divine.
The firft fam'd Bard delivered us the Law,
And Lukfi that Go^l Penn'd, as well could drav.

Indulge one Labour more, to crown thy Bays,
Pardon the weak attempt of David's praiie :
The Mule won't deviate much in erring Verle,
If (he with thine, Thy Vavid*^ Praife rdiearfe.

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She take for hers, tbee^nd chy Noblcft Theani) ■

And crown diy Laurtl wkh his Diadem.

True Sovereign Wir, Aetgos ii? our Monaichs mind,, , i

And as of Old, the King and Proohecspynd.

The bright Cslcflial Fair, fliecli proudly (ing»

The fweetefl: Poet, and the tnildt A King •

Nor fliould prelumptious Lines, pit3pha,nely darf^,

So high a worth, fuch humbltf Ver(e dedane, .

Nor iliould my Numbers oeafe of you to tell.

Though 'twere ibr one, you prai(e ; and love i> sutW z-

But thar to Name him here with yoUv is praiie, . " <

And with you nam*d, he yours will higher raife,.

Your Numbeis that extoUVl lb well his Name, ...

They rcacht almofl:, what none will e're, his Fame :-

And Aire thy Mule hoA reacht in Vhn^Xth dighc^

Even his,and HeavVis unappicacbed heighr«

Had reacht his prai^ above- all Mortal Wit,

Had the vaftdiilance'not been infinite.

'Twas want of Words, 4liid not-riiy timcy ^<lt '-■■

Weak Linguage (unk^ aariiiiig thcwgl^ prevaikd*.

fri Vain our Humble Dud does aim (b high.

In Vain die Wrrh would 'at her £agle fly «

Yet 1 infpir'd by you, poor litde I,

Beg bur the Fate of ^/^ Fooliih Fly.

While on yous Wheol, (he proudly rides^ ffie muft

Raiie fure a little, tho not all. the Duid..

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:Tho your bright Charioiball the Vriie has won, . 'I

•Has won chat race, chat none but you cail run.

^ec when^ Tri^Af Prince ik ouc, we find

The liccle Boy run panting ftill behind.

Juil fo your painful Fool, would follow too^

And (bmewhat like his Migky Father do*

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O ! that my thoughts could hfe, but with my Heare,
And to theie Lines its gloving, heat impart.
To (ing his praiies ina purer flams. :
Then what e'cttyetirom love or fancy camoi.. .
ThoaStem of /e/i, Thoi» Royal Martyrs Heir,
Sy Miracles made Heavens chiefeft Care. .
thy Birth, not Right alone, was prov'd.Divim^ . ,
The Gods r6vreil^ their WHl, with/W9iii»drfign :;i . .
Th' Almighty ipake from Hexv'ti, ( Bt ibw mm* J .
From Eoft^ ta ffiflt thy glorious 3irf b wsii fanid^
Thy Savioto, and thy idf anc^m j^rtalainrdr. .
Ourftubbornil^c^ffy hadhecfiif&riockTen^; . :

Who made thee ihacc cYen in his Mcring) foa-
Ore Hell thou triumph'ft, with thy conqueririgOod,.
Down i^ theD«flr the Serpeotr Head hi.^iir<ti.* , ,
The curd, the.&lie ilc/b)rt<^i&«/,b deadr, .
The Viper nete will r aife its bruiied Head.
The. cwmin^ Bes^ of all theTpacious Field,
Whole tempting Tongue, more thsn his Sires beguil'd.
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oS The LAUREL;

Noc only raughc the People, Gods to be.

To tafte the Golden Fruit of Majefty;.

But quice cut down the facred and torbidden Tree.

Thy Virgin Ifle to her own Rocks was bound,
Quite naked, lielplefs, dangers all around.
Her Face, the Vifiim waited every Hour,
Tl\e Rebel Monfter, ready to devour.
From you and Heav'n, came the winged aid.
The MonfVer vanquifhc, and unbound the Maid,
Be you that Emblem that adorns your Breaft,
* he Gemu4 of your Ifle is there exprcft ;
But you your felfj ftill reprelcnt it beft.
What will thy ft ubbom, itift-neckt j^rtfe/ have? ^i
More than a King can give, or Subjea crave ?
What more can God, or her own David do ?
Their Canaan flows with Milk and Honey toa
With Mercies curft ! Blefl; Judgments Gods beftow.
From Blifs we date :that mum of bur woe.
The pdmuet^ Jefuruns only fare too well,
Flefhc with Sedition, fatten'd to Rebel.
They loath their Manna^ and iot Qgaih nfuft calJv
Tho the fame Judgment once oretook them alL
On our* s a Plague, as great Devourer pray*d,
And while theMear, yet in their Mouths, they dyd.

Tbt LAUkEL a?

A Famine's fure the Rabble s &fer food,

The Cannibals with FlcHi, fiiil chirft for Blood:

Tho on bieft Canaan i Soil^ iecurely pfac c, '-.

They all the Rich, and promis*d Lanapoileft:

Corn, Wine, andOyl, ks plentiful ihcrcafe.

And alt diflblv'd in Luxury, and cafe.

Still the Curft Tribes their hungry Egfit feek, ■*>

Their fiillbme Flefli-ppts and unlav'ry Letk. **'!

Is then io lovely /Egjpts direful Pate ?

That all her Judgments Coo muft Plague our State.

And (hall tlus Land more Moiiftrous Seipencs breed?

Mult Albion too, in Purpl'd Rivers bleed?

Muft all the Muddy-race, the ToaJpool Train, ;,

Croak in our Hoyal Pallaces again > • -

Thofc firft Originals of our ccmyed Prayer^

For modelling Kings the firfl: recicionim.*

Kings fofc, and mild, unknowing to' obey.

The Tyrant Stork would hers but sillily pray.

Thy Judgments, Mighty /we, moft Juft foibear,

Avert, but what they more detcrVe^ than fear.

Thy gentle Reign had BaniCht hate and fear.

On Love they furfeited, free as theh;' Common Air.

Yet needs would fear, becaufc relblv'd to hate,

They'd fear thofc Ills that they theniilelves create ;

Tyrant, and Slave, thoie Bugbeard of the Statti '

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30 fk LAUREL.

They (ay their Prince too, maft our Laws obey.

What Fool can fear then Arbirrary (way ?

Ir' cliac ctiey fear'd he 'gainfl thofe Laws vroold go.

Then lure niighc chank him, for Declaring no ;

But noughc alafs, can fuch vain Fears remove ;

Wiiere (lubborn hace, difdains all pliant Love .*

They thought JaufaleaCi Charter tottering Aood,

'Till like the Great one too, 'twas ieal'd in Blood«

For this Hells Agenrs compaft Earth, at^^ky.

Deep in their Plots, in their Ambition higli.

But Heaven their chiefeft F^dor lent to Hell,

Yet Treafon funk not with AchitopheL

As when oppreiling Fate approaches nigber, '

Our Fears, our chiefeft Courage will require.

In luch a State the only Sa/ecy s left.

To think our iclves oihoping it bereft :

So bold Rebellion was the expedient found,

And Murders mull maintain fbrc'c Trealbns ground .* >

Too deep engag'd, they fafcly cant retire.

And (inking hopes, thro' much defpaii' ri(e higlier.

The Dire Artificers now 'gainft Fate decreed.

Heaven now no mote will let her Moinarchs bleed :

But quench in tbeir own Blood , cho(e flames they've fed.

With Holy Oyl tif an anointed Head.

No more ^Ife Glo(s, cm now black Treafon paint.

That Devils Paw does ftill betray the Saint,

No

ISf LAUREL jt

No more fljall (pccious Words your Guile conceal,

Aflbciacc now's in Englijb to Rcbc!.

That Liberty, that harp'C.QQ your harih Strings,

But clamorous Lkenie for to Murder Kings.

The Royal Heir muft be from's Vineyard thrown,

Only to make, ch' Inheritance your own.

And Foreign Jehu^teSy to Deaih you doom.

For VaviaV Mtirdcr, that you ploc at honic >

No more tlie murmuring Tribes /hall keep it lovs

But willing Shekeb co his TrcaRire tfaroV.

No more ungiviog Sanbedrimi rcipxy^

The thanklefs power on them he threw away.

Make their Prince give, till he could give no more, .

Then cur/cdly^ ypj^raid his being poor. ■ ■

To fuch he ne re could grant enoi^ and lUve^.

His Life, his Soul, muft be the Donative.-

Sec Ju^ah's Loyal Band comes up from fiir,

Led on by DayUfs mod au^icious Srar.

That Bright, and Glorious Seriate will appear-;

That Sun di^l thofe Clouds of hate and iati

With Loyal Suffrage, ftrike the Fa£&on dead.

And m^ t£ie Crown fit A^fc on Daxad'i HtacL

With Law. Aviate, Loyalty comHhe, ' •

Not to exclude,, but to deiend the Line:;

They like Jeruft^enC^ Council. fliaJI repeal.

The Votes of an alpiring Common-weaI».

Th*-'

3s The LAUREL.

Th* Almigty Nods, The willing Angels come,
Diftra^^ion, Difcord; fly Cheir wonted home :
The Heavenly Hbft again their Requiem ling.
Peace CO the fartli, peace to uur Land they bring*
Black Treafon's crufhr, and Plots (hall be no more,
Fair Albicn Hiine^ much whiter than before,

In Vain their Treaibn's thought to fly the light.
In vain thy Foes to &ve them (elves by flight :
Heaven bothxietcds, and punifliss thy Foes,
And dare not truft thy mercy even to thole.
But juileft Vengeance Sbeba^ ftill purfu'd, •

Sbebd the Man ot BelUU and of blood.
A dangerous Viper, of th' old Serpents breed.
In ail but in his cnnnins did exce^ :
.As well the perjor'd Sb3)a could Rebel,
Tho not (b wifely as Achittpbel :
More bold in*Treafon, tho in Plots lefs wile.
He dar'd to do, what th' other did adv iie :
Th'old Tcmpterfirfl the daggering Youth beguil'd,
But this the Devil that him truly ipoil'd :
This through the Land the Treafon Trumpet blew,
7b Fops, and Fools, the weaker Pageant (hew •*
With Fa^ion more then LufV^ or Sword command.
With that he Poxr, and Bully'd all the Land .*

With