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<HEAD>The mo&s;t Renowned PRINCE RUPERT.</HEAD>
<P>Printed Exactly to the Author's Original.</P>
<LG>
<L>_O That I could but Vote my &s;elf a Poet!</L>
<L>Or had the Legi&s;lative knack to do it!</L>
<L>Or like the Doctors Militant, could get</L>
<L>Dub'd at adventure Ver&s;er Banneret!</L>
<L>Or had I <HI>Cacus</HI> trick, to make my Rhimes</L>
<L>Their own Antipodes, and track the Times.</L>
<L><HI>Faces about,</HI> &s;ays the <HI>Remon&s;trant</HI> &s;pirit;</L>
<L>Allegiance is Malignant, Trea&s;on Merit:</L>
<L><HI>Huntington</HI>-colt, that pos'd the &s;age Recorder,</L>
<L>Might be a Sturgeon now, and <HI>pa&s;s by Order.</HI></L>
<L>Had I but&mdash;'s gift, (that &s;play-mouth'd brother)</L>
<L>That declares one way, and yet means another:</L>
<L>Could I but write a&s;quint; then (Sir) long &s;ince,</L>
<L>You had been &s;ung, <HI>A great and glorious Prince:</HI></L>
<L>I had ob&s;erv'd the language of the days;</L>
<L>Bla&s;phem'd you, and then periwig'd the phra&s;e</L>
<L>With <HI>Humble &s;ervice,</HI> and &s;uch other Fu&s;tian,</L>
<L>Bells which ring backward in this great combu&s;tion:</L>
<L>I had revil'd you, and without offence</L>
<L>Te <HI>Literal,</HI> and <HI>Equitable</HI> &s;ence</L>
<L>Would make it good: when all fails that will do't,</L>
<L>(Sure that Di&s;tinction cleft the Devils foot)</L>
<L>This were my Dialect, would your Highne&s;s plea&s;e</L>
<L>To read me but with Hebrew Spectacles;</L>
<L>Interpret counter, what is cro&s;s rehears'd:</L>
<L>Libels are Commendations when revers'd.</L>
<L>But you're inchanted, Sir, you're doubly free</L>
<L>From the great Guns and Squibbing Poety;</L>
<L>Whom neither <HI>Bilbo</HI> nor Invention pierces,</L>
<L>Proof ev'n again&s;t th'Artillery of Ver&s;es.</L>
<L>Strange! that the Mu&s;es cannot wound your Mail;</L>
<L>If not their Art, yet let their Sex prevail.</L>
<L>At that known Leaguer where the bonny <HI>Be&s;&s;es</HI></L>
<L>Supply'd the Bow&s;trings with their twi&s;ted Tre&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Your Spells could ne'r have fenc'd you, ev'ry Arrow</L>
<L>Had lanc'd your noble bre&s;t, and drunk the marrow:</L>
<L>For Beauty, like white Powder, makes no noi&s;e;</L>
<L>And yet the &s;ilent Hypocrite de&s;troys,</L>
<L>Then u&s;e tho&s;e Nunns of <HI>Helicon</HI> with pity,</L>
<L>Le&s;t <HI>Wh</HI>&mdash;tell his Go&s;&s;ips of the City,</L>
<L>That you kill Women too, nay Maids, and &s;uch</L>
<L>Their <HI>General</HI> want's <HI>Militia</HI> to touch.</L>
<L>Impotent E&mdash;, is it not a &s;hame</L>
<L>Our Commonwealth, like to a <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Dame,</L>
<L>Should have an <HI>Eunuch</HI> Guardian? May &s;he be</L>
<L>Ravi&s;h'd by <HI>Charles,</HI> rather then &s;av'd by thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But why, my Mu&s;e, like a Green-&s;ickne&s;s-Girl,</L>
<L>Feed&s;t thou on coals and dirt? a Gelding Earl</L>
<L>Gives no more reli&s;h to thy female pallat,</L>
<L>Than to that A&s;s did once the Thi&s;tle-&s;allat.</L>
<L>Then quit that barren Theme, and all at once</L>
<L>Thou and thy &s;i&s;ters, like bright <HI>Amazons,</HI></L>
<L>Give <HI>Rupert</HI> an Alarum. <HI>Rupert!</HI> one</L>
<L>Who&s;e Name is Wit's Superfoetation:</L>
<L>Makes Fancy, like Eternity's round womb,</L>
<L>Unite all Valour, pre&s;ent, pa&s;t, to come,</L>
<L>He, who the old Philo&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ohy controuls,</L>
<L>That voted down plurality of &s;ouls:</L>
<L>He breaths a Grand Committee; all that were</L>
<L>The wonders of their Age, con&s;tellate here.</L>
<L>And as the elder Si&s;ter Grow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters"> and Sence</L>
<L>(Souls paramount them&s;elves) in Man commence</L>
<L>But faculty of Rea&s;ons Queen, no more</L>
<L>Are they to him, who were compleat before,</L>
<L>Ingredients of his Vertue. Thread the Beads</L>
<L>of <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI>'s acts, great <HI>Pompey</HI>'s, and the <HI>Swede</HI>'s:</L>
<L>And 'tis a Bracelet fit for <HI>Rupert</HI>'s hand,</L>
<L>By which that va&s;t Triumvirate is &s;pan'd.</L>
<L>Here, here is Palmi&s;try; here you may read</L>
<L>How long the world &s;hall live, and when't &s;hall bleed!</L>
<L>Whatever Man windes up, that <HI>Rupert</HI> hath;</L>
<L>For Nature rais'd him on the Publike faith;</L>
<L><HI>Pandora</HI>'s brother, to make up who&s;e &s;tore,</L>
<L>The gods were fain to run upon the &s;core.</L>
<L>Such was the Painters <HI>Brieve</HI> for <HI>Venus</HI>'s face,</L>
<L><HI>Item,</HI> an eye from <HI>Jane,</HI> a lip from <HI>Grace.</HI></L>
<L>Let <HI>I&s;aac</HI> and his Citts &s;lay off the plate</L>
<L>That tips their Antlers for the Calf of State;</L>
<L>Let the zeal-twanging no&s;e that wants a ridge,</L>
<L>Snuffling devoutly, drop his &s;ilver bridge:</L>
<L>Yes, and the Go&s;&s;ip-&s;poon augment the &s;um,</L>
<L>Although poor <HI>Caleb</HI> lo&s;e his Chri&s;tendom:</L>
<L><HI>Rupert</HI> outweighs that in his Sterling &s;elf,</L>
<L>Which their &s;elf-want pays in commuting pelf,</L>
<L>Pardon, great Sir; for that ignoble Crew</L>
<L>Gains, when made Bankrupt in the Scales with you.</L>
<L>As he who in his Character of Light</L>
<L>Stil'd it <HI>God</HI>'s <HI>&s;hadow,</HI> made it far more bright</L>
<L>By an Eclip&s;e &s;o glorious; light being dim,</L>
<L>And a dead nothing, when compar'd to him:</L>
<L>So 'tis Illu&s;trious to be <HI>Rupert</HI>'s foil,</L>
<L>And a ju&s;t Trophy to be made his &s;poil.</L>
<L>I'll pin my faith on the <HI>Diurnal</HI>'s &s;leeve</L>
<L>Hereafter, and the <HI>Guild-Hall</HI>-Creed believe;</L>
<L>The Conque&s;ts which the Common Council hears</L>
<L>With their wide-li&s;tening mouth from greate&s;t Peers</L>
<L>That ran away in triumph: &s;uch a foe</L>
<L>Can make them Victors in their overthrow,</L>
<L>Where Providence and Valour meet in one,</L>
<L>Courage &s;o pois'd with Circum&s;pection,</L>
<L>That he revives the quarrel once again,</L>
<L>Of the Souls throne, whether in Heart or Brain;</L>
<L>And leaves it a drawn Match: who&s;e fervor can</L>
<L>Hatch him, whom Nature poach'd but half a man,</L>
<L>His Trumpet, like the Angel's at the la&s;t,</L>
<L>Makes the &s;oul ri&s;e by a miraculous bla&s;t.</L>
<L>'Twas the mount <HI>Atho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> carv'd i'th' &s;hape of Man,</L>
<L>(As 'twas defin'd by th' <HI>Macedonian</HI>)</L>
<L>Who&s;e right hand &s;hould a populous Land contain;</L>
<L>The left &s;hould be a Chanel to the Main:</L>
<L>His Spirit might inform th'amphibious figure,</L>
<L>Yet &s;trait-lac'd &s;weats for a Dominion bigger:</L>
<L>The terrour of who&s;e Name can out of &s;even</L>
<L>(Like <HI>Fal&s;taff</HI>'s Buckram men) make flie eleven,</L>
<L>Thus &s;ome grow rich by breaking: Vipers thus,</L>
<L>By being &s;lain, are made more numerous.</L>
<L>No wonder they'll confe&s;s no lo&s;s of men;</L>
<L>For <HI>Rupert</HI> knocks 'em, till they gig agen.</L>
<L>They fear the Giblets of his Train; they fear</L>
<L>Even his Dog, that four-legg'd <HI>Cavalier.</HI></L>
<L>He that devours the &s;craps which <HI>Lunsford</HI> makes,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Picture feeds upon a childe in Steaks:</L>
<L>Who, name but <HI>Charles,</HI> he comes aloft for Him,</L>
<L>But holds up his Malignant leg at <HI>Pym:</HI></L>
<L>'Gain&s;t whom th'ave &s;everal Articles in Sou&s;e,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, that he barks again&s;t the &s;en&s;e o'th'Hou&s;e;</L>
<L><HI>Re&s;olv'd Delinquent,</HI> to the Tower &s;traight;</L>
<L>Either to th'Lions, or the Bi&s;hops grate:</L>
<L>Next, for his Ceremonious wag o'th'tail;</L>
<L>But there the Si&s;terhood will be his Bail;</L>
<L>At lea&s;t the Counte&s;s will, Lu&s;ts <HI>Am&s;terdam,</HI></L>
<L>That lets in all Religions of the Game.</L>
<L>Thirdly, he &s;mells Intelligence, that's better,</L>
<L>And cheaper too, then <HI>Pym</HI>'s from his own Letter,</L>
<L>Who's doubly paid (Fortune, or We the blinder?)</L>
<L>For making Plots, and then for Fox the finder.</L>
<L>La&s;tly, he is a Devil, without doubt;</L>
<L>For when he would lie down, he wheels about;</L>
<L>Makes Circles, and is couchant in a Ring:</L>
<L>And therefore &s;core up one for Conjuring.</L>
<L>What can&s;t thou &s;ay, thou wretch? O quarter, quarter!</L>
<L>I'm but an In&s;trument, a meer Sir <HI>Arthur:</HI></L>
<L>If I mu&s;t hang, O let not our fates vary,</L>
<L>Who&s;e office 'tis alike to fetch and carry.</L>
<L>No hopes of a Reprieve; the mutinous &s;tir</L>
<L>That &s;trung the Je&s;uite, will di&s;patch a Cur.</L>
<L>Were I a devil, as the Rebel fears,</L>
<L>I &s;ee the Hou&s;e would try me by my Peers.</L>
<L>There <HI>Jowler,</HI> there! ah <HI>Jowler!</HI> '&s;t, 'tis nought;</L>
<L>Whatere th'accu&s;ers cry, they're at a fault:</L>
<L>And <HI>Glyn</HI> and <HI>Maynard</HI> have no more to &s;ay,</L>
<L>Then when the glorious <HI>Strafford</HI> &s;tood at Bay.</L>
<L>Thus Labels but annext to him, we &s;ee</L>
<L>Enjoy a Copie-hold of Victory.</L>
<L>St. <HI>Peter</HI>'s &s;hadow heal'd; <HI>Rupert</HI> is &s;uch,</L>
<L>'Twould finde St. <HI>Peter</HI> work, yet wound as much;</L>
<L>He gags their Guns, defeats their dire intent;</L>
<L>The Cannons do but li&s;p and complement.</L>
<L>Sure <HI>Jove</HI> de&s;cended in a Leaden &s;hower</L>
<L>To get this <HI>Per&s;eus,</HI> hence the fatal power</L>
<L>Of Shot is &s;trangled: Bullets thus ally'd,</L>
<L>Fear to commit an act of Parricide.</L>
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<L>Go on, brave Prince, and make the world confe&s;s</L>
<L>Thou art the greater world, and that the le&s;s:</L>
<L>Scatter th' accumulative King, untru&s;s</L>
<L>That fivefold Fiend, the States <HI>Smectymnuus;</HI></L>
<L>Who place Religion in their Vellam-ears,</L>
<L>As in their Phylacters the Jews did theirs.</L>
<L><HI>England</HI>'s a Paradi&s;e, (and a mode&s;t word)</L>
<L>Since guarded by a Cherubs flaming &s;word.</L>
<L>Your Name can &s;care an Athei&s;t to his Prayers,</L>
<L>And cure the Chin-cough better then the Bears:</L>
<L>Old <HI>Sibyl</HI> charms the Tooth-ach with you: Nur&s;e</L>
<L>Makes you &s;till children; and the pond'rous Cur&s;e</L>
<L>The Clowns &s;alute with, is deriv'd from you,</L>
<L>(<HI>Now</HI> Rupert <HI>take thee, Rogue, how do&s;t thou do?</HI>)</L>
<L>In fine, the Name of <HI>Rupert</HI> thunders &s;o,</L>
<L>K&mdash; 's but a rumbling Wheel-barrow.</L>
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