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<HEAD>CONGRATULATORY POEM Upon the Arrival of His Electoral HIGHNESS THE PRINCE PALATINE OF THE RHINE, Nephew to his Highne&s;s Prince <HI>R&V;PERT.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>WElcome, great Prince, to <HI>Britains</HI> happy I&s;le,</L>
<L>Where all things now in peace and plenty &s;mile;</L>
<L>Where every Man what Peace and Plenty brings</L>
<L>Ta&s;ts and enjoys, under the be&s;t of Kings.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t all the World around di&s;turbed are,</L>
<L>With the &s;ad Whirlwind of devouring War.</L>
<L>From Wars and Ruines, Mighty Sir, you come,</L>
<L>And find us &s;leeping at our ea&s;e at home;</L>
<L>We hear the Rumour, but with &s;mall Concern,</L>
<L>And by Report alone we Troubles learn.</L>
<L>Princes, like noted Stars, no Motions make,</L>
<L>But every one doth Ob&s;ervation take:</L>
<L>Their Progre&s;s and their Stations are &s;et down,</L>
<L>And all their Deviations are made known;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t other Men, like Stars of &s;maller light,</L>
<L>Move un-ob&s;erv'd, and twinkle out the Night.</L>
<L>Let dull A&s;tronomers ob&s;erve the Stars,</L>
<L>And from their Motions predict direful Wars,</L>
<L>Fore-tell the Fate of Princes, Fools bewitch</L>
<L>With future knowledge, till they're in the Ditch:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Poets Welcomes and lowd Paeans &s;ing,</L>
<L>And happy Wi&s;hes as their Offerings bring.</L>
<L>This I&s;land can't but wi&s;h you all that's good,</L>
<L>Since you proceed from its own Royal Blood.</L>
<L>And the good will of Prote&s;tants you gain,</L>
<L>For you their Cau&s;e with Courage do maintain:</L>
<L>So that there &s;eems a &s;ympathy between</L>
<L>Our Silver <HI>Thames,</HI> and your Vine-bearing <HI>Rhine.</HI></L>
<L>Then welcome, Sir, to our Kings Royal Arms,</L>
<L>Who's ready to redre&s;s all <HI>Europe</HI>'s harms:</L>
<L>Like <HI>Orpheus</HI> among ravenous bea&s;ts he &s;tands,</L>
<L>With his peace-cau&s;ing Lute between his hands,</L>
<L>On which with skilful Hands he gently plays,</L>
<L>And the wild murmuring Rout his Notes obeys.</L>
<L>Welcome to all, welcome above the re&s;t,</L>
<L>To our great Prince, your deare&s;t Unkles Brea&s;t.</L>
<L>He once the Terrible, and now the Good,</L>
<L>Amid&s;t our Troubles, &s;till un&s;haken &s;tood:</L>
<L>Like a firm Rock beat on with furious wav<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="2 letters">,</L>
<L>All fortunes &s;torms the Noble Prince out-braves.</L>
<L>At home, abroad, what glorious Acts h'as done,</L>
<L>Both for the Royal Father and the Son?</L>
<L>Beyond your <HI>Rhine</HI> h'as &s;pread his Conquering Fame,</L>
<L>And all Men reverence <HI>Ruperts</HI> mighty Name.</L>
<L>A Name which like the Sun &s;hall &s;till &s;hine bright,</L>
<L>To Foes a Terrour, and to Friends delight.</L>
<L>Welcome, great Prince, welcome the Poet &s;ings,</L>
<L>To this fair place, the Royal Seat of Kings,</L>
<L>Where all things &s;mile, and every one is bent</L>
<L>To give your Highne&s;s plea&s;ure and content.</L>
<L>At once your Highne&s;s may in <HI>Wind&s;or</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L>The Images of Peace and War agree;</L>
<L>Beauty and &s;trength together Married, &s;hine,</L>
<L>The &s;eat of Maje&s;ty that &s;eems Divine.</L>
<L>The Walls, the Guns, and Troops of Souldiers are</L>
<L>The Pictures and the Images of War;</L>
<L>But yet you may behold, pleas'd, without doubt,</L>
<L>Peace, glorious peace within, and round about:</L>
<L>Within, the Court, and all its &s;oft delights;</L>
<L>Without, the Swain, now following <HI>Ceres</HI> Rites;</L>
<L>The Fields new &s;horn, and Barns all fill'd with Grain,</L>
<L>And without fear, &s;inging the Merry Swain.</L>
<L>Thus &s;hew of War, and real Peace agree,</L>
<L>And make betwixt them ble&s;&s;ed Harmonie.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the <HI>French</HI> Bore doth ravage every where,</L>
<L>And with his bloody Tusks gives dread and fear,</L>
<L>You find us rock'd in peace and quiet here.</L>
<L>To this &s;weet Land of Peace you're welcome now,</L>
<L>And may like Lawrels in your Countries grow,</L>
<L>May ours &s;till flouri&s;h: for 'tis Peace and Love</L>
<L>Makes Earth like Heaven, and Men like Saints above.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>Langley Curti&s;s.</HI><DATE><ADD>26. Aug.</ADD></DATE> 1680.</P>
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