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See, fee, the injur❜d PRINCE, and bless his Name,
Think on the Martyr from whofe Loins he came :
Think on the Blood was fhed for you before,
And Curfe the Parricides that thirft for more.
His foes are yours, then of their Wiles beware:
Lay, lay him in your Hearts, and guard him there;
Where let his wrongs your Zeal for him improve;
He wears a Sword will juftifie your Love.

With Blood ftill ready for your good t' expend,
And has a heart that ne'er forgot his friend.
His duteous Loyalty before you lay,
And learn of him, unmurm'ring to obey.
Think what he'as born, your Quiet to restore;
Repent your madness, and rebel no more.

No more let Bout'feu's hope to lead Petitions,
Scriv'ners be Treas'rers; Pedlars, Politicians;
Nor ev'ry fool, whofe Wife has tript at Court,
Pluck up a fpirit, and turn Rebel for❜t.

In Lands where Cuckolds multiply like ours, What Prince can be too Jealous of their powers, Or can too often think himself alarm'd? They're male-contents that ev'ry where go arm'd: And when the horned Herd's together got, Nothing portends a Commonwealth like that.

Caft, caft your Idols off, your Gods of wood, E'er yet Philistins fatten with your blood : Renounce your Priests of Baal with Amen faces, Your Wapping Feafts, and your Mile-End High-places. Nail all your Medals on the Gallows Poft,

In recompence th' Original was loft:

At thefe, illuftrious Repentance pay,
In his kind hands your humble Off'rings lay:
Let Royal Pardon be by him implor'd,
Th' Attoning Brother of your Anger'd Lord:
He only brings a Medicine fit to affwage
A peoples folly, and rowz'd Monarch's rage.
An Infant Prince yet lab'ring in the womb,
Fated with wond'rous happiness to come,
He goes to fetch the mighty bleffing home:

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Send all your Wishes with him, let the Air
With gentle breezes waft it fafely here,
The Seas, like what they'll carry, calm and fair
Let the Illuftrious Mother touch our Land
Mildly, as hereafter may her Son Command;
While our glad Monarch welcomes her to shoar,
With kind affurance; the fhall past no more.
Be the Majestick Babe then finiling born,
And all good figns of Fate his Birth adorn,
So live and grow, a constant pledge to stand
Of CESAR's Love to an obedient Land.

Spoken to Her

ROYAL HIGHNESS,

On Her Return from Scotland,

In the Year 1682.

Written by Mr. OTWAY.

ALL you, who this tracte

LL you, who this Day's Jubilee attend,

That come to treat your longing wishes here,
Turn your defiring Eyes, and feaft 'em there.
Thus falling on your Knees with me implore,
May this poor Land ne'er lose that Prefence more:
But if there any in this Circle be,

That come fo curft to envy what they see;
Trom the vain Fool that would be great too foon,
Lo the dull Knave that writ the last Lampoon!
Let fuch, as Victims to that Beauty's Fame,
Hang their vile blafted Heads, and Dye with fhame,
Our mighty Blessing is at last return'd,

The joy arriv'd for which so long we mourn'd ;

From whom our prefent Peace we expect increas'd,
And all our future Generations bleft:

Time have a Care: bring fafe the hour of Joy,
When fome bleft Tongue proclaims a Royal Boy
And when 'tis born, let Nature's hand be ftrong;
Blefs him with days of ftrength and make 'em long;,
Till charg'd with honours we behold him ftand,
Three Kingdoms Banners waiting his Command,
His Father's Conquering Sword within his Hand:
Then th' English Lions in the Air advance,
And with them roaring Mufick to the Dance,
Carry a 240 Warranto into France.

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To the DUKE on his Return, In the Year 1682.

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Written by Mr. Nat. Lée.

Ome then at laft, while anxious Nations weep, Three Kingdoms ftak'd! too precious for the Too precious fure, for when the Trump of fame [deep. Did with a direful found your Wrack proclaim, Your danger and your doubtful fafety shown, It dampt the Genius, and it shook the Throne. Your Helm may now the Sea-born Goddess take, And foft Favonius fafe your paffage make. Strong, and aufpicious, be the Stars that reign, The day you launch, and Nereus fweep the Main, Neptune aloft, fcour all the Storms before, And following Tritons wind you to the Shore; While on the Beach, like Billows of the Land, In bending Crowds the Loyal English ftand: Come then, tho' late, your right receive at last; Which Heav'n preferv'd, in spite of Fortune's blaft. Accept those hearts, that Offer on the Strand; The better half of this divided Land.

Venting their honest Souls in tears of Joy,
They rave, and beg you would their lives employ,
Shouting your facred name, they drive the air,
And fill your Canvas Wings with gales of prayer.
Come then, I hear three Nations fhout agen,
And, next our Charles, in every bosom reign;
Heaven's darling Charge, the care of regal Stars,
Pledge of our Peace, and Triumph of our Wars.
Heaven eccho's Come, but come not Sir alone,
Bring the bright pregnant Bleffing of the Throne.
And if in Poets Charms be force or skill,

We charge you, O ye Waves and Winds be ftill,
Soft as a failing Goddess bring her home,
With the expected Prince that loads her Womb,
Joy of this Age, and Heir of that to come.
Next her the Virgin Princess fhines from far,
Aurora that, and this the Morning Star.

Hail then, all hail, They land in Charles's Arms,
While his large Breaft the Nation's Angel warms.
Tears from his Cheeks with manly mildness roul,
Then dearly grafps the treasure of his Soul:
Hangs on his Neck, and feeds upon his form,
Calls him his Calm, after a tedious Storm.
O Brother! He could fay no more, and then
With heaving Paffion clafp'd him close again.
How oft, he cry'd, have I thy abfence mourn'd?
But 'tis enough Thou art at laft return'd:
Said I return'd! O never more to part,

Nor draw the vital warmth from Charles his heart.
Once more, O Heav'n, I shall his Virtue prove,
His Counfel, Conduct, and unfhaken Love.
My People too at laft their Error fee,

And make their Sovereign bleft in loving Thee.
Not but there is a ftiff-neck'd harden'd Crew
That give not Cafar, no nor God his due.
Reprobate Traytors, Tyrants of their Own,
Yet Grudge to fee their Monarch in his Throne,
Their ftubborn Souls with brafs Rebellion barr'd,
Defert the Laws, and Crimes with Treafon guard,

Whom I----but there he stop'd, and cry'd, 'tis past,
Pity's no more, this warning be their laft;
Then fighing faid, My Soul's dear purchas'd reft,
Welcome, Oh welcome, to my longing Breaft:
Why fhould I waste a tear while thou art by?
To all extreams of Friendship let us fly,
Difdain the factious Crowd that would rebel,
And mourn the Men that durft in death excel,
Their Fates were Glorious fince for thee they fell.
And as a Prince has right his Arms to wield,
When ftubborn Rebels force him to the Field;
So for the Loyal, who their Lives lay down,
He dares to Hazard both his Life and Crown.

A Prologue to the KING and QUEEN, Upon the Union of the two Companies, in the Year 1689.

Written by Mr. DRYDEN.

Since Faction ebbs, out of Fahion,

Their penny-Scribes take care t'inform the NaHow well men thrive in this or that Plantation. [tion,

How Penfilvania's Air agrees with Quakers,
And Carolina's with Affociators:

Both e'en too good for Madmen and for Traitors.

Truth is, our Land with Saints is fo run o'er,
And every Age produces fuch a store,
That now there's need of two New-Englands more.

What's this, you'll fay, to Us and our Vocation?
Only thus much, that we have left our Station,
And made this Theatre our new Plantation,

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