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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>A Congratulatory POEM On Occa&s;ion of His HIGHNESS The Prince of ORANGE HIS MARRIAGE.</HEAD>
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<L>HAil High and Mighty PRINCE! for Thou'rt no le&s;s,</L>
<L>By Birth, by Merit, and by great Succe&s;s.</L>
<L>What is thy Birth and Merit all Men know,</L>
<L>Let then my Mu&s;e thy great Succe&s;s now &s;how:</L>
<L>'Tis great indeed, &s;ince &s;ome occult Decree</L>
<L>Exalts Thee &s;till gain&s;t &s;eeming De&s;tiny.</L>
<L>For when the <HI>Gallic</HI> Pow'rs without controul,</L>
<L>Swift as tho&s;e Streams which bore them, down did roul,</L>
<L>And o're-whelm'd lofty Cities in their way,</L>
<L>Which thick upon the <HI>Belgic</HI> Shores lay:</L>
<L>When with their Swords they plow'd up Conquer'd ground,</L>
<L>And Rooting for their &s;preading Lillies found:</L>
<L>When home-bred Storms, Storms from abroad did joyn,</L>
<L>And all, to make a State-wreck, did combine;</L>
<L>When the United <HI>Arrows</HI> broke their &s;tay,</L>
<L>And on their own rough Seas di&s;per&s;ed lay:</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t by Miracle walk on tho&s;e Waves,</L>
<L>And Mount where thou&s;ands &s;ank into their Graves.</L>
<L>Thou, who in Calms had&s;t long neglected lain,</L>
<L>Wer't on fierce Billows Backs rais'd up again:</L>
<L>Nay, at the &s;ight of &s;uch a Pilot, &s;treight</L>
<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> amaz'd Ho&s;tile <HI>Cohorts</HI> did retreat,</L>
<L>Even of them&s;elves they back again did glide</L>
<L>More &s;wift, than when they ru&s;h'd down with the Tide.</L>
<L>(Thou being re&s;tor'd) they quickly were di&s;may'd,</L>
<L>And fear'd the Conque&s;ts they them&s;elves had made</L>
<L>Let others brag what their great Troops have done,</L>
<L>Thou perform'&s;t Wonders by meer looking on:</L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;o, great <HI>Per&s;eus</HI> (tho' o're-power'd) won,</L>
<L>And pre&s;&s;ing Numbers Vanqui&s;h'd all alone:</L>
<L>Thy Enemies, like his, Attack in vain,</L>
<L>Since by their Labours, Thou &s;till &s;eem'&s;t to gain</L>
<L>The Cities which they Captive made, now Free</L>
<L>Remain as Monuments Re-built by Thee.</L>
<L>Nor do the&s;e Trophies but in part expre&s;s,</L>
<L>How thou'rt (as 'twere) pur&s;u'd with great Succe&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Seven Provinces cannot thy Merit Crown,</L>
<L>Tho' they could do &s;even times more than they've do<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>Therefore we Welcome Thee to <HI>Britain</HI>'s Shore,</L>
<L>And to enrich Thee, make our &s;elves grow poor,</L>
<L>Not Gold, nor Gemms can purcha&s;e the fair Prize,</L>
<L>Which Thou thy &s;elf mu&s;t now Monopolize;</L>
<L>A VIRGIN Prince&s;s 'tis, in whom alone,</L>
<L>More than the Gain of many Camps is won.</L>
<L>Hence forward Thou &s;ecurely may'&s;t di&s;dain</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who &s;mall Towns with great Expences gain</L>
<L>Their Conque&s;ts (tho' they Nations &s;hould &s;ubd<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>Seem poor, when once compared unto you:</L>
<L>For Thou ha&s;t got what well may termed be</L>
<L><HI>E&V;ROPA,</HI> Kingdoms in Epitome.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. D.</HI> for <HI>Henry Brome,</HI> at the <HI>Gun</HI> at the We&s;t-end of St. <HI>Pauls.</HI> 1678</P>
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