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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A PANEGYRICK TO HIS EXCELLENCY, The Lord Generall MONCK.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By Sir <HI>William Davenant.</HI></BYLINE>
<LG>
<L>_OUr fiery Sects &s;corn'd your Triumphant night,</L>
<L>When only Bonfires lent the City light.</L>
<L>More proudly they like <HI>Nero</HI> did de&s;igne</L>
<L>The City's flame &s;hould make the Country &s;hine:</L>
<L>And all tho&s;e Bells which rung in your applau&s;e</L>
<L>They would have melted to maintain the Cau&s;e.</L>
<L>Alas! How little you in Action &s;eem,</L>
<L>When by their great intent we mea&s;ure them?</L>
<L>You the Fanatick party would correct;</L>
<L>The rifle all rich Chri&s;tians as a Sect.</L>
<L>To Bonfires, you their rouling Pulpits turn;</L>
<L>But they, in&s;tead of Tubs, would Churches burn.</L>
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<L>How weak are you, who to advance your Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Call in the firme &s;upport of Church and Lawes?</L>
<L>Their Independent &s;trength boldly upbraides</L>
<L>The old di&s;cretion of &s;uch formall Aides.</L>
<L>You court the City, and the Nation too,</L>
<L>They bravely meant to ravi&s;h whom you woo.</L>
<L>Their daring Chiefs, a Warre did undertake,</L>
<L>Follow'd by tho&s;e who &s;till their Chiefs for&s;ake.</L>
<L>By &s;uch as only would con&s;ult and &s;way,</L>
<L>But you cho&s;e tho&s;e who fight and can obey.</L>
<L>By their advantages you gain'd the field,</L>
<L>And what they judg'd your weakne&s;s made them yield.</L>
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<L>As in de&s;tructive Warre, &s;o you no le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Tran&s;c<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nd them in the growing Arts of Peace.</L>
<L>You can conver&s;e, and in a dialect</L>
<L>Where no &s;trange dre&s;&s;e makes us the truth &s;u&s;pect;</L>
<L>Where plainne&s;&s;e gracefull is, and free from blame,</L>
<L>As truths fair Nakedne&s;&s;e is free from &s;hame.</L>
<L>They write the &s;tyle of &s;pirits, you of men;</L>
<L>Yet are their Swords le&s;&s;e powerfull then your Pen.</L>
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<L>Au&s;picious Leader! None &s;hall equall thee,</L>
<L>Who mak'&s;t our Nation and our Language free.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t they fetter, not with publick Lawes,</L>
<L>But with their Wills, peculiar as their Cau&s;e.</L>
<L>Our Language with &s;uch Scripture-phra&s;e re&s;train,</L>
<L>As makes the borrow'd holine&s;&s;e profane.</L>
<L>And &s;uch &s;trange crimes attempt that whil&s;t they lack</L>
<L>All precedents for Plea, they wre&s;t and rack</L>
<L>The good old Prophets, till they fal&s;ly draw,</L>
<L>From ill tran&s;lated Hebrew Engli&s;h Law.</L>
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<L>How &s;oon, how boldly, and how &s;afely too,</L>
<L>Have you di&s;patch't what not an age could do?</L>
<L>Yet greater work en&s;ues, &s;uch as will try</L>
<L>How farre three Realms may on your &s;trength rely.</L>
<L>Nor can our Hope need Anchors where we find</L>
<L>A &s;udden Courage and delib'rate mind.</L>
<L>In doubtfull Battails we may tru&s;t your Sword,</L>
<L>And in &s;u&s;pected Factions take your Word.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Henry Herringman,</HI> 1659.</P>
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