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<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>A PANEGYRICK TO THE KING.</P>
<P>By His Maje&s;ties mo&s;t humble, mo&s;t Loyal, and mo&s;t Obedient Subject and Servant, THOMAS HIGGONS.</P>
<Q><BIBL><HI>Virg. AEn. Lib. 2.</HI></BIBL>
<L>Quae tantae tenuere morae? que&icirc;s <HI>CAROLE</HI> ab oris</L>
<L>Expectate venis? ut te, po&s;t multa tuorum</L>
<L>Funera, po&s;t varios hominumque urbi&s;que labores</L>
<L>Defe&s;si a&s;picimus!</L></Q>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="2">
<PB N="1" REF="2">
<HEAD>TO THE KING.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THE frozen Samogite, who half the year</L>
<L>Lives under ground, and never &s;ees the sky,</L>
<L>Feels not that comfort when the Sun is near,</L>
<L>At who&s;e approach Darkne&s;&s;e and Winter flie;</L>
<L>As all Great Britain at your Royall Sight,</L>
<L>After &s;o di&s;mall, and &s;o long a Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since fir&s;t this I&s;land was po&s;&s;e&s;t by Men,</L>
<L>No Age did e're &s;o great a day behold;</L>
<L>A day, which makes the aged young agen,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e for joy forget that they are old:</L>
<L>Which makes the Dead, that they are ab&s;ent, grieve;</L>
<L>And tho&s;e, who long'd for death, content to live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<L>From furthe&s;t Thule to the Corni&s;h &s;hore</L>
<L>The Earth, and Aire, and Sea your name re&s;ound;</L>
<L>And neighbour Nations by the Canonn's roar</L>
<L>Know that you are arriv'd on Engli&s;h ground:</L>
<L>They know you are arriv'd and are afraid,</L>
<L>VVhen they con&s;ider 'tis without their aid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>France, which to give You refuge once refus'd,</L>
<L>And made you &s;eek it in remoter Parts,</L>
<L>Blu&s;hes that you were &s;o unnobly us'd;</L>
<L>And now a&s;ham'd of her Italian Arts</L>
<L>She fain would &s;uccours and a&s;&s;i&s;tance lend,</L>
<L>And, when you do not need her, be your friend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Dutch have Navies now at your command,</L>
<L>VVho in di&s;tre&s;&s;e your quarrell would not own;</L>
<L>But Heav'n in mercy to your native Land</L>
<L>Would not that &s;trangers &s;hould re&s;tore your Throne,</L>
<L>Or that you any other way &s;hould prove,</L>
<L>Than your own Vertue, and your People's Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis your own Subjects, <HI>SIR,</HI> have done the thing,</L>
<L>To One of which immortall fame is due,</L>
<L>To who&s;e Addre&s;&s;e the Engli&s;h owe their King,</L>
<L>And all the ble&s;&s;ings they receive with You.</L>
<L>This Deed of his &s;hall triumph over Death,</L>
<L>And live while Men have ears, and Fame has breath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="3" REF="3">
<L>The Cappadocian Knight, &s;o far renown'd,</L>
<L>VVho &s;av'd the Lady, and the Mon&s;ter &s;lew,</L>
<L>And over-ran like Lightning Pagan ground,</L>
<L>And what&s;oe're re&s;i&s;ted did &s;ubdue;</L>
<L>Now finds the glory darkned which he wonne,</L>
<L>Since by a greater <HI>GEORGE</HI> he is out done.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Among&s;t the Demy-gods of antient Rome,</L>
<L>Who for the glory of their Country dyed,</L>
<L>And as Examples to the Times to come,</L>
<L>Were by tho&s;e wi&s;er Ages deifi'd,</L>
<L>His Name &s;hall flouri&s;h, and the North henceforth</L>
<L>Shall with the warmer Climates vie for worth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But in a Joy &s;o va&s;t and unconfin'd</L>
<L>As fills all hearts, and will not room allow</L>
<L>For any other pas&s;ion in our mind,</L>
<L>VVe mu&s;t not treat a Subject's merits now.</L>
<L>To &s;peak of others were to do You wrong,</L>
<L>VVho are the onely &s;ubject of our Song.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O Hope of England! O Great Britain's Light!</L>
<L>The Soul and Genius of this &s;patious I&s;le!</L>
<L>VVhat Region has detain'd you from our &s;ight?</L>
<L>VVhat Land bin happy in you all this while?</L>
<L>'Tis time you come your People help to give,</L>
<L>VVhen they without you could no longer live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="4" REF="4">
<L>But are you come? may we our eyes believe?</L>
<L>VVe, who&s;e hopes Fate, till now, did &s;till de&s;troy,</L>
<L>And have &s;o many years bin us'd to grieve</L>
<L>May be excus'd if we &s;u&s;pect our Joy:</L>
<L>If it be reall, may a que&s;tion make,</L>
<L>And ju&s;tly doubt, whether we dream or wake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mi&s;eries the&s;e Nations have &s;u&s;tain'd,</L>
<L>E're &s;ince your Martyr'd Father left the Throne,</L>
<L>And with the Ble&s;s'd above in Glory raign'd,</L>
<L>Like Billows roaring, though the VVind be down,</L>
<L>VVill hardly let our minds be yet &s;ecure,</L>
<L>Though you are come, who are a perfect Cure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Although your pre&s;ence &s;ave this &s;inking State,</L>
<L>VVhich to the brink of ruine was arriv'd,</L>
<L>And clo&s;es up the wounds of Civil hate,</L>
<L>VVe &s;till remember whence our Ill's deriv'd.</L>
<L>That horrid Deed, but thought on, &s;poils our mirth;</L>
<L>A Deed, at once the &s;hame of Heav'n and Earth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let not that Day make any part o'th year,</L>
<L>VVhich to &s;o black an Action lent its light,</L>
<L>But be expung'd out of the Calender,</L>
<L>And the Contrivers hid in endle&s;&s;e night.</L>
<L>But let their Fate fir&s;t expiate their Offence,</L>
<L>And &s;o ab&s;olve &s;u&s;pected Providence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="5" REF="4">
<L>The Jews them&s;elves, when our Redeemer dyed,</L>
<L>Di&s;cern'd not who it was they Crucified;</L>
<L>Their ignorance excus'd their Parricide:</L>
<L>But the&s;e &s;trange Mon&s;ters with unheard-of Pride,</L>
<L>Arraign their Lord and Ma&s;ter whom they know,</L>
<L>And impudently boa&s;t of what they do.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ince as Darkne&s;&s;e to the Light gives place,</L>
<L>And as Night treads upon the heels of Day,</L>
<L>Sorrow does joy, and Joy does &s;orrow chace,</L>
<L>And good and ill make one another way,</L>
<L>We by pa&s;t Mi&s;chiefs this advantage gain,</L>
<L>To ta&s;t the long'd for Plea&s;ures of Your Raign</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mo&s;t Renowned Kings this fate have had,</L>
<L>To mount the Throne after tempe&s;tuous times,</L>
<L>And their own Vertues more con&s;picuous made,</L>
<L>By the reflection of preceding Crimes.</L>
<L>When Rome was ruin'd with inte&s;tine hate,</L>
<L>Augu&s;tus took the rudder of the State.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when Domitian's hated Government</L>
<L>The di&s;tre&s;t World had thrown into de&s;pair,</L>
<L>Trajan by Heaven was in Mercy &s;ent,</L>
<L>The Ruines of the Empire to repair.</L>
<L>VVhat Trajan and Augu&s;tus did at Rome,</L>
<L>England expects to &s;ee, now You are come.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<L>Force &s;hall in&s;ult no longer over right,</L>
<L>Nor wicked men have power to torment,</L>
<L>Or make the Good a prey to lawle&s;&s;e might,</L>
<L>But every man be &s;afe, that's Innocent:</L>
<L>The Mace &s;hall now the Pike and Musket awe,</L>
<L>And make the Sword a &s;ervant to the Law.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e Names of Rapine, which to other &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Have bin di&s;torted than their meaning bears,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e &s;trange canting Terms of Eloquence,</L>
<L>With which new Teachers doze the Peoples ears;</L>
<L>The Engli&s;h Language &s;hall no longer mar,</L>
<L>Prophane the Pulpit, nor di&s;grace the Bar.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Merchants fear no danger but the Wind,</L>
<L>Which once was the lea&s;t hazard they did run,</L>
<L>When here in Port they did their ruine find,</L>
<L>And lo&s;t at home what they abroad had won.</L>
<L>The Farmer &s;inging to his labour goes,</L>
<L>Now he is &s;ure, 'tis for him&s;elf he &s;owes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Servants their Ma&s;ters &s;hall no more betray;</L>
<L>Nor &s;ons, infected with rebellious &s;trife,</L>
<L>Make their advantage now to take away</L>
<L>The lively-hoods of tho&s;e, who gave them life.</L>
<L>All Ranks of men &s;hall be to order brought.</L>
<L>Awed by Your pre&s;ence, and example taught.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="7" REF="5">
<L>Wealth &s;hall not now be made the price of blood,</L>
<L>Nor to be rich be reck'ned an Offence;</L>
<L>Though it be valew'd le&s;&s;e than to be good,</L>
<L>And merit be prefer'd to Innocence:</L>
<L>Men &s;hall not mo&s;t be priz'd, who mo&s;t appear,</L>
<L>Nor knowne for what they have, but what they are.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Riches and Poverty &s;hall be no more</L>
<L>T'wixt Man and Man the onely difference deem'd,</L>
<L>Since worth &s;hall not be &s;corn'd for being poor,</L>
<L>Nor he that's rich, without it be e&s;teem'd;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t honor is of Vertue the Reward,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e who mo&s;t de&s;erve, you mo&s;t regard.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Had conquering Rome but &s;uch a Monarch &s;een,</L>
<L>One with your vertue, and your right be&s;ide,</L>
<L>With freedom's name &s;he nere had couzen'd bin,</L>
<L>And Brutus had not &s;o untimely dyed.</L>
<L>Under a Prince, who does &s;o well de&s;erve,</L>
<L>Cato him&s;elfe had bin content to &s;erve.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some of our Kings have bin for Arms renown'd,</L>
<L>Others as glorious for the Arts of Peace,</L>
<L>How much are we to Heaven's great goodne&s;&s;e bound,</L>
<L>VVho have a Prince &s;o learn'd in both of the&s;e?</L>
<L>And can (to every thing by Fortune bred)</L>
<L>In Councel govern, and in Battail lead?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="8" REF="6">
<L>VVhen Fate at Wor'&s;ter did oppo&s;e your Right,</L>
<L>And to &s;o ju&s;t a Cau&s;e deny'd Succe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>You &s;hew'd the VVorld how bravely you could fight,</L>
<L>Nor did your Fortune make your Glory le&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>You were unconquer'd, when your Troops did yield;</L>
<L>And won Renown, although you lo&s;t the field.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The frighted Severn &s;hrunk away to &s;ee</L>
<L>The dangers which your Per&s;on did attend,</L>
<L>And Heaven did &s;eem in anger to decree,</L>
<L>That there your life, and all our hopes &s;hould end;</L>
<L>While you retire, &s;ecure of Fate's intent,</L>
<L>VVith the &s;ame mind you fir&s;t to Battail went.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Vercingectorix, that brave King of Gaul,</L>
<L>Though Fortune &s;till were on the Roman &s;ide,</L>
<L>Unalter'd was what ever did befall,</L>
<L>And the in&s;ulting Conqueror defi'd;</L>
<L>That Cae&s;ar does confe&s;&s;e, though Fate were cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>His Foe was more Illu&s;trious for his lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Heav'n &s;ure had a de&s;igne in your retreat,</L>
<L>For though it partially adjudg'd the day,</L>
<L>And rais'd the Rebels pride by your defeat,</L>
<L>It &s;eems it then decreed a Nobler way</L>
<L>For your return, than could be wrought by blood,</L>
<L>And order'd your misfortune for your good.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<L>Heav'n wi&s;ely knew if you had had &s;ucce&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And your Victorious &s;word had more imbrew'd</L>
<L>In Engli&s;h blood, your Triumph had bin le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And bodies had, rather than minds, &s;ubdu'd;</L>
<L>Nor had we then tho&s;e Princely vertues known,</L>
<L>Which in your adver&s;e Fortune you have &s;hown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if the Fates no other means could find</L>
<L>To rai&s;e your glory to the pitch we &s;ee,</L>
<L>And if your &s;ufferings have bin de&s;ign'd</L>
<L>But as the way to your felicity;</L>
<L>We ble&s;&s;e tho&s;e Mi&s;chiefs, which we have &s;u&s;tain'd,</L>
<L>And now repent that ever we complain'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No human happine&s;&s;e is &s;till compleat,</L>
<L>Since Fortune changeth every thing below,</L>
<L>One while depre&s;&s;ing Princes that were great,</L>
<L>And then advancing tho&s;e, who once were low.</L>
<L>Your glorious Father was &s;ucce&s;&s;efull long,</L>
<L>And Priam happy was, when he was yong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But you born under more propitious &s;tars,</L>
<L>And thorough many dangers lead by Fate,</L>
<L>Have pa&s;t your youth in Tempe&s;ts and in War<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>And as the Sun, though he breaks out but late,</L>
<L>Darkne&s;&s;e di&s;pells, and drives all Clouds away,</L>
<L>A gloomy Morn turn to a glorious day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="10" REF="7">
<L>Thus great Aeneas when his Troy was lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And nought but ruine left of all that State,</L>
<L>Wander'd at Land, and on the Floods was to&s;t,</L>
<L>And hurried up and down the VVorld by Fate,</L>
<L>Before he could to promis'd Alba come,</L>
<L>Alba the Mother of Victorious Rome.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So great a work it was to found that State,</L>
<L>Which to the conquer'd World was lawes to give,</L>
<L>So mu&s;t you &s;uffer e're you could be Great,</L>
<L>For Fortune alwayes does with Vertue &s;trive.</L>
<L>But Vertue does at la&s;t her power &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>And makes her &s;toop, as now &s;he does to You.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now overcome &s;he to your Vertue bends,</L>
<L>And, not &s;o cruell once as kind at la&s;t,</L>
<L>Strives with her favours to make large amends</L>
<L>For your unworthy u&s;age which is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And, to repair her fault, would over-doe,</L>
<L>If any thing could be too much for You.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But all that we can &s;ay, or Fortune do</L>
<L>To celebrate your Goodne&s;&s;e will not &s;erve,</L>
<L>Since while that's doing, there will more be due,</L>
<L>Nor can we pay &s;o fa&s;t, as you'l de&s;erve.</L>
<L>Language has bounds, and Fortune is confin'd,</L>
<L>But there's no limits to your mighty Mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="11" REF="7">
<L>If there be any truth in ancient Song,</L>
<L>If Poets &s;ee, or Bards do under&s;tand,</L>
<L>This is the time has been foretold &s;o long,</L>
<L>That England all her Neighbours &s;hall command;</L>
<L>And on the Continent obedience find,</L>
<L>Nor mu&s;t her Empire be by Seas confin'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our A&s;ian Conque&s;ts we no more will boa&s;t,</L>
<L>When upon Acon's walls our Lions &s;tood,</L>
<L>And the proud Soldan &s;aw his Empire lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And all the fields of Pale&s;tine in Blood.</L>
<L>Croi&s;&s;y &s;hall be forgot, and Poictiers too,</L>
<L>Darkned by greater things, which you mu&s;t do.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Henry Herringman,</HI> at the &s;igne of the <HI>Anchor</HI> in the Lower Walk of the <HI>New-Exchange.</HI> 1660.</P>
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