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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<P>TO HIS SACRED MAIESTY, A PANEGYRICK ON HIS CORONATION.</P>
<P><HI>BY</HI> JOHN DRYDEN.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Henry Herringman,</HI> at the <HI>Anchor</HI> on the Lower walk in the New Exchange. 1661.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="panegyric">
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<HEAD>TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY, A PANEGYRICK ON HIS <HI>CORONATION.</HI></HEAD>
<L>_IN that wild Deluge where the World was drownd,</L>
<L>When life and &s;in one common tombe had found,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t &s;mall pro&s;pect of a ri&s;ing hill</L>
<L>With various notes of Joy the Ark did fill:</L>
<L>Yet when that flood in its own depths was drownd</L>
<L>It left behind it fal&s;e and &s;lipp'ry ground;</L>
<L>And the more &s;olemn pomp was &s;till deferr'd</L>
<L>Till new-born Nature in fre&s;h looks appeard:</L>
<L>Thus (Royall Sir) to &s;ee you landed here</L>
<L>Was cau&s;e enough of triumph for a year:</L>
<L>Nor would your care tho&s;e glorious Joyes repeat</L>
<L>Till they at once might be &s;ecure and great:</L>
<L>Till your kind beams by their continu'd &s;tay</L>
<L>Had warm'd the ground, and call'd the Damps away.</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="3">
Such vapours while your pow'rfull influence dryes</L>
<L>Then &s;oone&s;t vani&s;h when they highe&s;t ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Had greater ha&s;t the&s;e &s;acred rights prepar'd</L>
<L>Some guilty Moneths had in your triumphs &s;har'd:</L>
<L>But this untainted year is all your own,</L>
<L>Your glory's may without our crimes be &s;hown.</L>
<L>We had not yet exhau&s;ted all our &s;tore</L>
<L>When you refre&s;h'd our joyes by adding more:</L>
<L>As Heav'n of old di&s;penc'd Caele&s;tial dew,</L>
<L>You give us Manna and &s;till give us new.</L>
<L>Now our &s;ad ruines are remov'd from &s;ight,</L>
<L>The Sea&s;on too comes fraught with new delight;</L>
<L>Time &s;eems not now beneath his years to &s;toop</L>
<L>Nor do his wings with &s;ickly feathers droop:</L>
<L>Soft we&s;tern winds waft ore the gaudy &s;pring</L>
<L>And opend Scenes of flow'rs and blo&s;&s;oms bring</L>
<L>To grace this happy day, while you appear</L>
<L>Not King of us alone but of the year.</L>
<L>All eyes you draw, and with the eyes the heart,</L>
<L>Of your own pomp your &s;elf the greate&s;t part:</L>
<L>Loud &s;houts the Nations happine&s;s proclaim</L>
<L>And Heav'n this day is fea&s;ted with your name.</L>
<L>Your Cavalcade the fair Spectators view</L>
<L>From their high &s;tandings, yet look up to you.</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="3">
From your brave train each &s;ingles out a prey,</L>
<L>And longs to date a Conque&s;t from your day.</L>
<L>Now charg'd with ble&s;&s;ings while you &s;eek repo&s;e,</L>
<L>Officious &s;lumbers ha&s;t your eyes to clo&s;e:</L>
<L>And glorious dreams &s;tand ready to re&s;tore</L>
<L>The plea&s;ing &s;hapes of all you &s;aw before.</L>
<L>Next to the &s;acred Temple you are led,</L>
<L>Where waites a Crown for your more &s;acred Head:</L>
<L>How ju&s;tly from the Church that Crown is due,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd from ruine and re&s;tor'd by you!</L>
<L>The gratefull quire their harmony employ</L>
<L>Not to make greater but more &s;olemn joy.</L>
<L>Wrapt &s;oft and warm your Name is &s;ent on high,</L>
<L>As flames do on the wings of Incen&s;e fly:</L>
<L>Mu&s;ique her &s;elf is lo&s;t, in vain &s;he brings</L>
<L>Her choi&s;e&s;t notes to prai&s;e the be&s;t of Kings:</L>
<L>Her melting &s;trains in you a tombe have found,</L>
<L>And lye like Bees in their own &s;weetne&s;&s;e drown'd.</L>
<L>He that brought peace and di&s;cord could attone,</L>
<L>His Name is Mu&s;ick of it &s;elf alone.</L>
<L>Now while the &s;acred Oyl annoints your head,</L>
<L>And fragrant &s;cents, begun from you, are &s;pread</L>
<L>Through the large Dome, the peoples joyful &s;ound</L>
<L>Sent back, is &s;till pre&s;erv'd in hallow'd ground:</L>
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Which in one ble&s;&s;ing mixt de&s;cends on you,</L>
<L>As heightned &s;pirits fall in richer dew.</L>
<L>Not that our wi&s;hes do increa&s;e your &s;tore,</L>
<L>Full of your &s;elf you can admit no more:</L>
<L>We add not to your glory, but employ</L>
<L>Our time like Angels in expre&s;&s;ing joy.</L>
<L>Nor is it duty or our hopes alone</L>
<L>Create that joy, but full fruition;</L>
<L>We know tho&s;e ble&s;&s;ings which we mu&s;t po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And judge of future by pa&s;t happine&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>No promi&s;e can oblige a Prince &s;o much</L>
<L>Still to be good as long to have been &s;uch.</L>
<L>A noble Emulation heats your brea&s;t,</L>
<L>And your own fame now robbs you of your re&s;t:</L>
<L>Good actions &s;till mu&s;t be maintain'd with good,</L>
<L>As bodies nouri&s;h'd with re&s;embling food.</L>
<L>You have already quench'd &s;editions brand;</L>
<L>And zeal (which burnt it) only warms the Land.</L>
<L>The jealous Sects that dare not tru&s;t their cau&s;e</L>
<L>So farre from their own will as to the Laws,</L>
<L>You for their Umpire and their Synod take,</L>
<L>And their appeal alone to <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> make.</L>
<L>Kind Heav'n &s;o rare a temper did provide</L>
<L>That guilt repenting might in it confide.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="4">
Among our crimes oblivion may be &s;et,</L>
<L>But 'tis our Kings perfection to forget.</L>
<L>Virtues unknown to the&s;e rough Northern climes</L>
<L>From milder heav'ns you bring, without their crimes:</L>
<L>Your calmne&s;&s;e does no after &s;torms provide,</L>
<L>Nor &s;eeming patience mortal anger hide.</L>
<L>When Empire fir&s;t from families did &s;pring,</L>
<L>Then every Father govern'd as a King;</L>
<L>But you that are a Soveraign Prince, allay</L>
<L>Imperial pow'r with your paternal &s;way.</L>
<L>From tho&s;e great cares when ea&s;e your &s;oul unbends</L>
<L>Your plea&s;ures are de&s;ign'd to noble ends:</L>
<L>Born to command the Mi&s;tre&s;s of the Seas,</L>
<L>Your thoughts them&s;elves in that blue Empire plea&s;e.</L>
<L>Hither in Summer ev'nings you repair</L>
<L>To take the frai&s;cheur of the purer air:</L>
<L>Vndaunted here you ride when Winter raves,</L>
<L>With <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> heart that ro&s;e above the waves.</L>
<L>More I could &s;ing but fear my Numbers &s;tayes;</L>
<L>No Loyal Subject dares that courage prai&s;e.</L>
<L>In &s;tately Frigats mo&s;t delight you find,</L>
<L>VVhere well-drawn Battels fire your martial mind.</L>
<L>VVhat to your cares we owe is learnt from hence,</L>
<L>VVhen ev'n your plea&s;ures &s;erve for our defence.</L>
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Beyond your Court flows in th' admitted tide,</L>
<L>Where in new depths the wondring fi&s;hes glide:</L>
<L>Here in a Royal bed the waters &s;leep,</L>
<L>VVhen tir'd at Sea within this bay they creep.</L>
<L>Here the mi&s;tru&s;tfull foul no harm &s;u&s;pects,</L>
<L>So &s;afe are all things which our King protects.</L>
<L>From your lov'd <HI>Thames</HI> a ble&s;&s;ing yet is due,</L>
<L>Second alone to that it brought in you;</L>
<L>A Queen, from who&s;e cha&s;t womb, ordain'd by Fate,</L>
<L>The &s;ouls of Kings unborn for bodies wait.</L>
<L>It was your Love before made di&s;cord cea&s;e:</L>
<L>Your your love is de&s;tin'd to your Countries peace.</L>
<L>Both <HI>Indies</HI> (Rivalls in your bed) provide</L>
<L>VVith Gold or Jewels to adorn your Bride.</L>
<L>This to a mighty King pre&s;ents rich ore,</L>
<L>VVhile that with Incen&s;e does a God implore.</L>
<L>Two Kingdomes wait your doom, and as you choo&s;e,</L>
<L>This mu&s;t receive a Crown, or that mu&s;t loo&s;e.</L>
<L>Thus from your Royal Oke, like <HI>Jove's</HI> of old,</L>
<L>Are an&s;wers &s;ought, and de&s;tinies fore-told:</L>
<L>Propitious Oracles are beg'd with vows,</L>
<L>And Crowns that grow upon the &s;acred boughs.</L>
<L>Your Subjects, while you weigh the Nations fate,</L>
<L>Su&s;pend to both their doubtfull love or hate:</L>
<L>Choo&s;e only, (Sir,) that &s;o they may po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>VVith their ovn peace their Childrens happine&s;&s;e.</L>
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