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The pearly Don, the Deas, the fertile Spay, When lilies do them deck in azure gowns, Wild Neverne, which doth see our longest day; And new-born roses blush with golden crores; Nesse smoking sulphur, Leave with mountains To prove how calm we under thee sbould live, crown'd,
What balcyonean days thy reign should gire; Strange Loumond for his floating isles renown'd; And to two tow'ry diadems, thy right, The Irish Rian, Ken, the silver Aire,
The Heavens thee made a partner of the light. The snaky Dun, the Ore with rushy hair,
Scarce wast thou born, when join'd in friendly bands The crystal-streaming Nid, loud-bellowing Clyde, Two mortal foes with other clasped hands; Tweed, which no more our kingdoms shall divide; With Virtue Fortune strove, which most should race Rank-swelling Annan, Lid with curled streams, Thy place for thee, thee for so high a place: The Eskes, the Sulway, where they lose their daines; One vow'd thy sacred breast not to forsake, To every one proclain our joys and feats, The other, on thee not to turn her back; Our triumphs; bid all come and be our guests; And that thou more her love's effects might'st feel, And as they meet in Neptune's azure hall, For thee she left her globe, and broke her wbeel. Bid them bid sea-gods keep this festival;
When years thee vigour gave, then, how clear This day shall by our currents be renown'd; Did smother'd sparkles in bright flames appear! Our bills about shall still this day resound : Amongst the woods to force the flying bart, Nay, that our love more to this day appear, To pierce the mountain-wolf with feather'd dart; Let us with it henceforth begin our year.
See fa cons climb the clouds, the fox ensuare, To virgins, flow'rs, to sun-burnt earth, the rain, Out-run the wind-out-running Dædale hare; To mariners, fair winds amidst the main;
To breathe thy fiery steed on every plain, Cool shades to pilgrims, which hot glances burn, And in meand'ring gyres him bring again; Are not so pleasing as thy blest return.
The press thee making place, and sulgar things,
If Fate there be or no, if planets can,
Heaven's tilting lances, artillery, and bor,
With lute in hand, full of celestial fire, As woods in winter by rough Boreas foild,
To the Pierian groves thou didst retire:
There, garlanded with all Urania's flow'rs,
While as my rills enjoy'd thy royal gleams, Or them which charm'd the dolphins in the main,
Thou sung'st away the hours, till from their sphere Nor clear Hydaspes which on pearls Joth roar, Stars seem'd to shoot, thy melody to bear. Nor golden Gange that sees the Sun new born, The god with golden hair, the sister maids, Nor Achelous with his flow'ry born,
Did leave their Helicon and Tempe's shades, Nor foods which near Elysian fields do fall: To see thine isle ; here lost their native iongue, For why? Thy sight did serve to them for all. And in thy world-divided language sung. No place there is so desert, so alone,
Who of thine after-age can count the deeds, Even from the frozen to the torrid zone,
With all that Fame in Time's huge annals reads; From flaming Hecla to great Quincey's lake, How by example, more than any law, Wh thy abode could not most happy make : This people fierce thou didst to'goodness dras; All those perfections which by bounteous Heaven How while the neighbour worlds, tossd by the Fates, To divers worlds in divers times were given, So many Phaetons had in the'r states, [thrope, The starry senate pour'd at once ou thee,
Which turn'd to heedless flames their burnish'd That thou exemplar might'st to others be.
Thou, as enspher'd, kept'st temperate thy zoces; Thy life was kept till the three sisters spun In Afric shores, the sauds that ebb and flor, Their threads of gold, and then it was begun. The shady leaves on Arden's trees that grow, With chequer'd clouds when skies do look inost fair, He sure may count, with all the waves that matt And no disorder'd blasts disturb the air;
To wash the Mauritanian Atlas' feet.
Though crown'd thou wert not, nor a king by birib, | That Piety unmasked shows her face,
That the Saturnian world is come again,
That men use strength, not to shed others' blood, Po burns no more with Phaetontal fire;
But use their strength, now to do others good; Orion faints to see his arms grow black,
That fury is enchain'd, disarmed wrath, And that his faming sword he now doth lack: That, save by Nature's hand, there is no death; So Europe's lights, all bright in their degree, That late grim foes, like brothers, other love, Lose all their lustre, parallel'd with thee.
That vultures prey not on the harmless dove; By just descent thou from more kings dost shine, That wolves with lambs do friendship entertain, Tban many can name men in all their line : Are wish'd effects of thy must happy reign. What most they toil to find, and finding hold, That towns increase, that ruin'd temples rise, Thou scornest, orient gems, and flatt'ring gold; That their wind moving vanes do kiss the skies; Esteeming treasure surer in men's breasts, That ignorance and sloth hence run away, *Than when immur'd with marble, clos'd in chests: That bury'd arts now rouse them to the day; No stormy passions do disturb thy mind,
That Hyperion far beyond bis bed No mists of greatness ever could thee blind : Doth see our lions ramp, our roses spread ; Who yet bath been so meek? Thou life didst give That Iber courts us, Tiber not us charms, (warms; To them who did repine to see thee live:
That Rhein with hence-brought beams his bosom What prince by goodness hath such kingdoms gain'd? That ill doth fear, and good doth us maintain, Who hath so long his people's peace maintain'd? Are wish'd effects of thy most happy reign. Theirswords are turn'd to scythes, to coulters spears, O Virtue's pattern! glory of our times ! Some giant post their antique armour bears : Sent of past days to expiate the crimes; Now, where the wounded knight his life did bleed, Great king, but better far than thon art great, The wanton swain sits piping on a reed;
Whom state not honours, but who honours state; And where the cannon did Jove's thunder scorn, By wonder born, by wonder first installid, The gaudy huntsman winds his shrill-tun'd horn: By wonder after to new kingdoms call’d; Her green locks Ceres doth to yellow dye; Young, kept by wonder from home-bred alarms, The pilgrim safely in the shade doth lie;
Old, sav'd by wonder from pale traitors' harms; Both Pan and Pales careless keep their flocks ; To be for this thy reign, which wonders brings, Seas have no dangers, save the winds and rocks: 1 king of wonder, wonder unto kings. Thou art this isle's palladium ; neither can If Pict, Dane, Norman, thy smooth yoke had seen, (Whiles thou dost live!) it be o'erthrown by man. Pict, Dane, and Norman, had thy subjects been :
Let others boast of blood and spoils of foes, If Brutus knew the bliss thy rule doth give, Fierce rapines, murders, iliads of woes ;
Ev'n Brutus joy would under thee to live : Of hated pomp, and trophies reared fair,
For thou thy people dost so dearly love, Gore-spangled ensigns streaming in the air; That they a father, more than prince, thee prove. Count bow they make the Scythian them adore, O days to be desir'd! age happy thrice! The Gaditan, and sold er of Aurore:
If you your heaven-sent good could duly prize; Uubappy boasting ! to enlarge their bounds, But we, half-palsy-sick, think never right That charge theinselves with cares, their friends Of what we hold, till it be from our sight; with wounds;
Prize only summer's sweet and musked breath, Who have no law to their ambitious will,
When arined winters threaten us with death ; But, man-plagues ! born are human blood to spill: In pallid sickness do esteem of health, Thou a true victor art, sent from above
And by sad poverty discern of wealth: What others strain by force to gain by love; I see an age, when after some few years, World-waud'ring Faine this praise to thee imparts, And revolutions of the slow-pac'd spheres, To be the only monarch of all hearts.
These days shall be 'bove other far esteem'd, They many fear, who are of many fear'd,
And like Augustus' palmy reign be deem'd. And kingdoms got by wrongs, by wrongs are teard; The names of Arthur, fabulous Paladines, Such thrones as blood doth raise, blood throweth Grav'ı in Time's surly brow in wrinkled lines; down;
Of Henries, Edwards, famous for their fights, No guard so sure as love unto a crown.
Their neighbour conquests, orders new of knights, Eye of our western world! Mars-daunting king! Shall, by this prince's name, be past as far With whose renown the Earth’s sevea climates ring, As meteors are by the Idalian star. Thy deeds not only claim these diadems,
If grey-hair'd Proteus' songs the truth not miss, To which Thame, Litty, Tay, subject their streams: And gray-hair'd Protens oft a prophet is, But to thy virtues rare, and gifts, is due
There is a land, hence distant many miles, All that the planet of the year dotb view;
Ont-reacbing fiction and Atlantic isles; Sure, if the world above did want a prince, Wbich (homelings) from this little world we nanie, The world above to it would take thee hence. That shall emblazon with strange rites his fame;
That Murder, Rapine, Lust, are fed to Hell, Shall rear bim statues all of purest gold, And in their rooms with us the Graces dwell; Such as men gave unto the gods of old; That bonour more than riches men respect, Name by him temples, palaces, and towns, That worthiness than gold doth more effect; With some great river, which their fields renown3.
AT HIS ENTERING DIS CITY OF EDINBURGH.
This is that king, who should make right each wrong, | And chides, perhaps, thy coming to the North,
Run on, great prince! thy course in glory's way, So of thine own still may'st thou be desir'd,
So may thy high exploits at last make even
THE HIGH AND EXCELLENT PRINCE CHARLES, In the infigur'd circle of the Heaven. [sight
KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, FRANCE, AND IRELAND, 0! long, long taunt these bounds, which by thy Have now regain'd their former heat and light. Here grow green woods, here silver brooks do glide, Here meadows stretch them out with painted pride; Delivered from the Pageants the 15th of June, 1653 Einbroid’ring all the banks, here hills aspire To crown their heads with the ethereal fire; Hills, bulwarks of our freedom, giant walls, Which never friends did slight, nor sword made
thralls: Each circling flood to Thetis tribute pays,
SPEECH AT THE WEST GATE Men here, in health, outlive old Nestor's days:
SIR, Grim Saturn yet amongst our rocks remains, Bound in our caves, with many metal'd chains : Ir Nature could suffer rocks to move, and abandoa Bulls haunt our shades, like Leda's lover, white, their natural places, this town, founded on the Which yet might breed Pasiphae delight; strength of rocks (now, by the all-cheering rays of Our focks fair fleeces bear, with which, for sport, your majesty's presence, taking not only moton, Endymion of old the Moon did court;
but life) had, with her castle, temples, and houses, High-palmed harts amidst our forests run,
moved toward you, and besought you to acknowl And, not impal'd, the deep-mouth'd hounds do shun; ledge her yours, and her inhabitants your most The rough-foot hare sate in our bushes shrouds, bumble and affectionate subjects; and to believe, And long wing'd hawks do perch amidst our clouds. how many souls are within her circuits, so many The wanton wood-nymphs of the verdant spring, lives are devoted to your sacred person and crore. Blue, golden, purple flow'rs shall to thee bring; And here, sir, she offers, by me, to the altar of roar Pomona's fruits the Panisks, Thetis' gyrles glory, whole hecatombs of most happy desires, prayThy Thule's amber, with the ocean pearls ; ing all things may prove prosperous unto you ; that The Tritons, berdsmen of the glassy field, every virtue and heroic grace, which make a prince Shall give thee what far-distant shores can yield, eminent, may, with a long and blessed governThe Serean fleeces, Erythrean gems,
ment, 3ttend you ; your kingdoms flourishing Waste Plata's silver, gold of Peru streams, abroad with bays, at home with olives; presenting Antarctic parrots, Æthiopian plumes,
you, sir, (who are the strong key of this little world Sabæan odours, myrrh, and sweet perfumes : of Great Britain) with these keys, which cast ap And I myself, wrapt in a watchet gown
the gates of her affection, and design you power to Of reeds and lilies, on mine head a crown,
open all the springs of the hearts of these ber most Shall incense to thee burn, green altars raise, loyal citizens. Yet this is almost not necessary; And yearly sing due Pæans to thy praise,
for as the rose at the far appearing of the morning Ah! why should Isis only see thee shine ? Sun displayeth and spreadeth her purples, s at the Is not thy Forth, as well as Isis, thine ?
very report of your happy return to this your naThough Isis vaunt she hath more wealth in store, tive country, their hearts (as might be apparent, if Let it suffice thy Forth doth love thee more: they could have shined through their breasts) were Though she for beauty may compare with Seine, with joy and fair hopes made spacious; por did For swans and sea-nymphs with imperial Rheine; they ever, in all parts, feel a more comfortable Yet, for the title may be claim'd in thee,
heat, than the glory of your presence at this time Nor she, nor all the world, can match with me. darteth upon them. Now when, by honour drawn, thou shalt away The old forget their age, and took fresh and To her, already jealous of thy stay;
young at the sight of so gracious a prince: tbe When in her ainorous arms she doth thee fold, young bear a part in your welcome, desiring many And dries thy dewy hairs with hers of gold, years of life, that they may serve you loog; all Much asking of thy fare, much of thy sport, have more joys than tongues ; for, as the words of Much of thine absence, long, howe'er so short, other nations far go beyond and surpass the aflee
ion of their hearts, so in this nation, the affection Doth guard this isle, or all those forts and tow'rs
Which here, great king! they offer up to thee,
More is it to deserve a diadem.
Vouchsafe, blest people, ravish'd here with me,
To think my thoughts, and see what I do see. REPRESENTING THE KINGDOM.
A prince all-gracious, affable, divine,
Meek, wise, just, valiant, whose radiant shine The Heavens have heard our vows, our just desires Of virtues, like the stars about the Pole Obtained are; no higher now aspires
Gilding the night, enlight'neth every soul, Our wishing thought, since to his native clime, Your sceptre sways; a prince, born in this age The flower of princes, honour of his time,
To guard the innocent from tyrants' rage; Enchcering all our dales, hills, forests, streams, To make peace prosper, justice to reflow'r, (As Phobus doth the summer with his beams) Iu desert hamlet, as in lordly bow'r; is come, and radiant to us, in his train,
A prince that, though of none he stands in awe, The golden age and virtues brings again!
Yet first subjects himself to his own law;
To grace this throne, makes Scotland's vame to fly
Honour his valour, zeal, his piety more ; And made a star, appear'd not any where
High value what you hold, him deep engrave To gratulate thy coming, come am here.
In your heart's heart, from whom all good ye have; Hail! princes' phenix, monarch of all hearts, For as Moon's splendour from her brother springs, Sovereign of love and justice, who imparts The people's welfare streameth from their kings. More than thou canst receive! To thee this crown Since your love's object doth immortal prove, Is due by birth: but more, it is thine own
0! love this prince with an eternal love, By just desert; and ere another brow [flow Pray that those crowns his ancestors did wear, Than thine should reach the same, my floods should His temples long, more orient, may bear; With hot vermilion gore, and every plain
That good he reach by sweetness of his sway, Level the hills with carcases of slain,
That ev'n his shador may the bad aflray; This isle become a Red Sea. Now how sweet That Heaven on him what he desires bestow, Is it to me, when love and laws thus meet
That still the glory of his greatness grow;
That your begun felicities may last,
That victory his brave exploits attend,
Till his great deeds all former deeds surinount, Aught here was won, save gaping wounds and scars: And quell the Nimrod of the Hellespont; Dur lion's climacteric now is past,
That when his well-spent care all care becalıns, And crown'd with bays he rampeth free at last. He may in peace sleep in a shade of palms; Here are no Serean fleeces, Peru gold,
And rearing up fair trophies, that Heaven may Aurora's gems, nor wares by Tyrians sold; Extend his life to world's extremest day, Towns swell not here with Babylonian walls, Nor Nero's sky-resembling gold-ceil'd halls; Nor Memphis' spires, nor Quinzaye's arched frames, Captiving seas, and giving lands their names : Faith, milk-white Faith! of old belov'd so well, Yet in this corner of the world doth dwell
SONG OF THE MUSES AT PARNASSUS.
Ar length we see those eyes,
BY THE PLANETS.
Here, could thy prince still stay,
To fair hopes to give reins now it is time
And soar as high as just desires may climb;
O halcyonian, clear, and happy day! Now majesty and love
From sorry wights let sorrow fly away. Combin'd are from above;
And vex antarctic climes; great Britain's woes Prince never sceptre sway'd,
Vanishi, for joy now in her zenith gloss.
The old Lucadian scythe-bearing sire,
Shall keep thy sceptre's majesty as bright,
And strony in power and glory, every way, Life's spark you soon would waste ;
As when thy peerless parent did it sway; Grief follows sweet delight,
Ne'er turning wrinkled in time's endless length, As day is shadowed by sable night,
But one in ber first beauty, youthful strength, Yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past. Like thy rare mind, which stedfast as the Pole
Still fixed stands, however spheres do roll.
Love, justice, honour, innocence renew,
Men's sprights with wbite simplicity indue;
Make all to leave in plenty's ceaseless store
With equal shares, none wisbing to have more.
And lands to gardens turn, of equal worth;
Life (long) shall not be thrall’d to mortal data: Rous'd from the Latmian cave, where many years | Thus Heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates. That empress of the lowest of the spheres, Who cheers the night, did keep me bid, apart From mortal wights, to ease her love-sick heart, As young as when she did me first enclose,
Delight of Heaven! sole honour of the earth! As fresh in beauty as the morning rose,
Jove (courting thine ascendant) at thy birth Endymion, that whilom kept my flocks
Proclaimed thee a king, and made it true, Upon lonia's flow'ry hills and rocks,
That to thy worth great monarchies are dae: And sweet lays warbling to my Cynthia's beams, He gave thee what was good, and what Fas great, Out-sang the cygnets of Meander's streams: What did belong to love, and what to state; To whom, for guerdon, she Hearen's secret bars Rare gifts, whose ardours burn the hearts of all; Made open, taught the paths and pow'rs of stars : Like tinder, when Nint's atoms on it fall. By this dear lady's strict commandement
The Tramontane, which thy fair course directs, To celebrate this day I here am sent.
Thy counsels shall approve by their effects; But whether is this Heaven, which stars do crown, Justice, kept low by giants, wrongs, and jars, Or are Heaven's flaming splendours here come Thou shalt relieve, and crown with glistering stars; down
Whom nought, save law of force, could keep in To beautify this nether world with me?
Wrongs to repel, and guard weak innocence,
All overcome, at last thyself o'ercome,
Nor shall disasters make it e'er declin'd: Then this it is, thy presence, royal youth,
True Honour shall reside within the court, Hath brought them here within an azimuth, Sobriety and Truth there still resort; 'To tell by me, their herald, coming things,
Keep promis'd faith, thou shalt all treacheries And what each fate to her steru distaff sings: Detest, and fawning parasites despise ; Heaven's volume to unclasp, vast pages spread, Thou, others to make rich, shalt not make poor Mysterious golden cyphers clear to read.
Thyself, but give, that thou may'st still give more; Hear then the augur of thy future days,
Thou shalt no paranymph raise to high place, And what the starry senate of thee says;
For frizzled locks, quaint pace, or painted face: For, what is firm decreed in Heaven above, On gorgeous raiments, womanizing toys, In vain on Earth strive mortals to improve. The works of worms, and what a moth destroys,