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A63086) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 51270) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 516:25) A poem on the late promotion of several eminent persons in church and state by N. Tate ... Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. [4], 12 p. Printed for Richard Baldwin ..., London : 1694. First edition. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2002-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-03 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-04 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2002-04 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-05 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A POEM ON THE LATE PROMOTION OF SEVERAL Eminent Persons IN CHURCH and STATE . By N. TATE , Servant to Their Majesties . — Magnum mihi panditur aequor , Ipsaque Pierios lassant Proclivia Currus LAVDIBVS innumeris . — Claud. LONDON ; Printed for Richard Baldwin , near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-Lane . 1694. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES EARL of Dorset and Middlesex ; Lord Chamberlain of Their Majesties Houshold , &c. MY LORD , WITH conscious Fear my Muse approaches You , Wit 's ablest Iudge , and best Example too . In Modesty your sight she should decline ; The only Barren Thing on which You shine ! To Your's Aspiring , and her Countrey 's Praise , Deserting Strength her ripe Design betrays . Yet see how Duty , with resistless Spells , To fresh Attempts a Loyal Heart Compels ! Since Britain's Worthies their just Orbs sustain , And loud Applause resounds from ev'ry Plain ; Our British Bards the only silent Throng ; Rage hurry'd me on this advent'rous Song . But oh ! my Zeal forgot such Themes requir'd , The Force and Fury of a Breast Inspir'd . Yet these weak Streins may to a Nobler Flight Provoke those Muses whom they can't invite . To Them shall , safely , Fame these Figures trust , Whose Lustre is in my dead Colours lost . How warmly They each Character shall trace , Set off with proper Lights and Native Grace ! Then higher Soar , and urging their Success , Our great Augustus Court to life express ; In which Illustrious Sphere , with Forms Divine , Shall our Agrippa and Mecaenas Shine . That Work commenc'd , how pleas'd shall I Retire ! And at just Distance silently Admire ; Content and Proud the Skilful to have mov'd , And see my rude Design so well improv'd . Ev'n so blind Chance , the Art of Musick found , A rusling Wind amongst the Reeds did sound ; That Noise Instructed Shepherds first to Frame The Tuneful Pipe , that since gave Shepherds Fame . A POEM ON THE Late Promotions , &c. AS Joyful Nature , who till then lay mute , Did the first Sun 's exalted Beams salute ; So Britain , rescu'd from the sullen Cloud That seem'd her new-created Face to shrowd , Beholds , at once Transported and Amaz'd , To proper Spheres her Brightest Planets rais'd . Our Monarch , who best knew their Use and Pow'r , Reserv'd their Influence for the Prosp'rous Hour : Whose Aspects now a strong Direction joins , When Tyranizing Saturn's Course declines . Thus Kings , whose Actions are to Heav'n ally'd , Like Providence , by Time are justify'd . Easy at Home their Task , when Peace combines With Pious Kings , and favours their Designs : Ours , prest with War , and sinking Europe's Weight , Finds Leisure to Adorn our CHURCH and STATE . NOW , like the Visionary Matron , rears Eusebia her calm Forehead crown'd with tears . O'rejoy'd her Consecrated Sons appear , ( Those Sons that hold their Mother's Honour dear ) To see the Past'ral Chair by Him supply'd , For whom the Voice of Angels would decide . In his Promotion Vice her Downfal read , She rav'd to find the MITRE on that Head : Her Venom swell'd to see , of Piety So Charming an Example plac'd so High ; Whose Influence , her Fears presag'd , wou'd make The Age reform , and her dark Empire shake . Preferment sought Him , ( Worthless Spir'ts intrude , But Modest Merit must by Kings be woo'd . ) He , slow consenting , to the Temple's Sway Aspir'd not , but did Caesar's Will Obey . While Caesar did , who only could , prescribe , He in meer Duty Rules the Sacred Tribe . His Moderation , Charity Divine , Led to this Choice our Gen'rous Constantine . Whose Genius , while the CROSIER there he plac'd , His own Hereditary Virtues grac'd . Whose Clemency mistaken Zeal does spare , To Conscience , Tender ; as to Crimes , Severe . Caesar , these Charms can only Thrones sustain , And you in These without a Rival Reign . O Friend of Nations ! None you hold for Foes , Except the Troublers of the World's Repose . Just is your Rage ; oh ! may as Just Success Attend Your Arms , till You Mankind redress : Till harras'd Europe safe at Rest is laid , As slept first Mortals in their Sylvan shade . The Muse , her Visit to the Temple paid , Comes forth , where Peals of Joy her Ear invade . What charming Pomp such Transports can create ? Lo ! SOMMERS with the Emblems of his State ! How justly , Heaven , are now those Trophies born Before such Worth , in suitable Return , Adorning Him , who Britain do's adorn ! A Poet's Genius should be all on Fire ; What Extasies should his rais'd Soul inspire ? When Crouds , at Sight of Him , can Rapture feel ; See how they press to Gaze , and load his Chariot-wheel ! To fetter'd Numbers how shall be confin'd The compass of His Comprehensive Mind ! Sense , Reason , Musick , in his Language throng , The Graces sit Assembled on his Tongue ; Whose Accents ev'n the flying Winds surprize , Who watch their Birth , and bear 'em to the Skies . The Muses , who severer Arts profess , By Him are Cherish'd , ne'er deny'd Access : Only the Idle , and the Singing Crew , Chid from his Presence , long long since withdrew . In Youth , their Lawrels at his Feet they laid , To Court Him , all their Syren-Charms display'd ; Which like Ulysses wisely He contemn'd , And , Tacking off , the Tide of Business stemm'd . 'T would beggar Thought and Language both , to raise The full proportion'd Tribute of his Praise . Whom , through all Provinces of Learning crown'd , Transcendent Virtues render more renown'd . Justice do's , visible , from Heav'n repair ; Unveil'd she comes , and takes with Him the Chair . When him on the relieving Bench you see , Without a Trope , say , — There sits EQUITY . Next , were my Strength proportion'd to my Zeal , I 'd sing the Guardian of the Privy-Seal . On PEMBROOK , what can Court or State confer Beyond his Knowledge , or his Virtue 's Sphere ? Who , like the Sun , the higher he ascends , But further warms , and more his Beams extends . In Private Actions , as in Publick Trust , To Honour's Scheme so regularly just ; That his whole Soul but seems a Model fram'd By those rare Arts in which his Skill is fam'd . Whose Judgment the best Pencil can direct ; In Symetry instruct the Architect . Whose Rays can Light to Time 's dark Relicts give , And from the Grave Antiquity retrieve . O Sacred Faculty ! whose Pow'r transcends Life's Territories , and the Dead befriends . Blest Genius ! who Past Ages can renew , And Ours transmit to All that shall ensue . Who ev'ry Science , and so early , gain'd , As Heav'n Inspir'd , not Industry Obtain'd . Vast Ocean , that from ev'ry Channel draws , From Statesmen , Schools , Divine and Human Laws . To Worth deprest , and injur'd Right , his Ear Is ever open , and his Heart sincere . O Piety ! O Truth without a Stain ! Reserv'd by Heav'n for William's Sacred Reign . When Nature in the Body does maintain Free intercourse between the Heart and Brain , The Veins with Vital Spirits are supply'd , And briskly circulates the Sanguine Tide : Each vig'rous Limb , ungriev'd , its Labour bears , And Joy Triumphant in the Face appears ; So Healthful , so Transported , looks the Realm , Where SHREWSBURY and TRENCHARD sit at Helm . If TRENCHARD singly could sustain the Weight , And from declining long support the State , O what , when SHREWSBURY'S with him assign'd ! Atlas and Hercules together join'd . TRENCHARD , who , Young , and in his private Sphere , For Britain's Rescue could so Nobly dare : Forgetting Youth's Diversions , could engage For Publick Safety , — What may we presage , From Skill , which ablest Discipline has wrought , By Suff'rings , Time , and Observation , taught ! How , SHREWSBURY , for thy Return to State , And once more condescending to be Great , Shall my weak Muse assume the mighty Tone ? How eccho back the Joy by Nations shown , Whose Breath wants Compass to express her Own ? Yet Oh! would Strength with my Desires comply , My Song a Dytherambick Pitch should fly : Pursuing thy just Praises to the Skies , But they tow'r swift , and I want Wings to rise . Immortal Streins should Caesar's Darling grace ; The Worhiest Heir of TALBOT'S Noble Race . With gen'ral Thanks ( for all your Absence mourn'd , ) We bless , at once , our Hopes and You return'd . So Rome , distress'd , in one united Swarm Welcom'd her great Dictator from his Farm. These Worthies , Britain , for thy Glory born , And Numbers more thy happy Realm adorn . Turn , turn your Eye to bright Augusta's Pile ; See how her Sons , see how her Fabricks smile . Ages were told by that Imperial Dame , E're Rome determin'd her disputed Name . Who Tyrant Rome in Iust Renown excell'd , As far as Thames above the Tyber swell'd . Her Scituation boasts no empty Height , No Barren Mountains to support her Weight : From Thames his Bank contented to look down , And see the Treasures of the World her own . Kind Stars could to her Blessings add no more , But to secure what they conferr'd before : 'T is done : — Her Laws , her Rights by Publick Voice Were fix'd , when ASHHURST was her Guardian Choice . All that her Hopes or utmost Wish could crave , She to her self in that Election gave . 'T was Then Fate snatch'd the Wheel from Fortune's Hand , And charm'd it fast . — Thus utt'ring her Command , At this Ascendant , my Augusta , — Stand. For whom should her Consenting Votes engage But ASHHURST ? the Fabricius of our Age. Sprung from a Patriot-Race of old Renown , He centres all their Glories in his Own. On Him , with Measure unconfin'd , did fall , That Publick Spirit which inspir'd them All. Augusta , to thy grateful Sons and Thee , For ever Sacred let his Trophies be ; The boldest Champion of your Liberty . For Peace can Courage boast with Triumphs crown'd , That loud , as those obtain'd by War , resound : Whose Gilded Lawrels too , are full as good , In Fame's Esteem , as Lawrels dy'd in Blood. Him , in her Chair , the City finds so Just , That she repines 't is but an Annual Trust : Which , by th' Effects of his Industrious Skill , Ev'n when Retir'd , he yet shall seem to Fill. His Methods and Example shall prevail , And Blessings on succeeding Reigns entail . For Virtue , that does lasting Fruit intend , And does , like His , its utmost Force extend , In One Year's space whole Ages can befriend . Behold the hurry'ng Crowd from ev'ry Street Press to the Thames some Pageantry to meet . Lo there in wondrous Pomp blue Tritons ride , And Sea-Nymphs entring with the swelling Tide . Advanc'd before our Senate-House , they call For RUSSEL , their Victorious Admiral . Envoys to him they come , and seem to say , Neptune his ready Homage waits to pay , And Thetis grows impatient of his stay . Blessings attend your Counsels ( thus they sing ) Great Britain's Senate , may your Gen'rous Spring Of Tribute , for the Publick Safety , rise , As full and fast as ours the Thames supplies ; Who finds , in circling Trade , his just return , And blesses the Expences of his Urn. Let RUSSEL still Command , and still the Main To Britain his old Duty shall retain ; Still serve the Isle , which he , embracing laves , With Loyalty as Ancient as his Waves . Whose full Assembly did your Votes resound , When You his Courage and his Conduct own'd . O Sea's great Hero ! to thy Fleet repair , And see the ready Harvest of thy Care. A cheerful Crew of Sailors doubly Fir'd , By Native Valour , and by You inspir'd : Through ev'ry Squadron plenteous Stores convey'd ; Their Flags and Streamers Gallantly display'd . A flowing Tide and Winds presenting fair , Or will at least when RUSSEL does appear . French Pyrates snatch'd our Seas unguarded Wealth , As Cacus the Herculean Herd , by Stealth : The Hero's Absence that advantage gave ; But he returning Sack'd the Robbers Cave . In vain the treacherous Den with Rock was Barr'd , Which Fire and Smoak cou'd now no longer Guard. The Rest , secur'd by shameful Odds , Engage ; Tourville alone cou'd boast a gen'rous Rage . Nor unrenown'd his glitt'ring Sun is sett , That RUSSEL , and Britannia's Lightning met . 'T was Fame enough to dare , though forc'd to shrow'd Her vanquish'd Glories in a shelt'ring Cloud . With Terrors Threatning Pomp display'd they came , Tempest-resembling Fury , Noise , and Flame , Enough to have Astonish'd and O'rethrown A Foe , not Arm'd with greater of his Own. But urg'd the Fate that such Presumption crav'd , When , Caesar , they your Naval Thunder Brav'd . So rash Salmoneus , while with Iove he Vy'd , Fell by that Thunderbolt , which he Defy'd . From Sea , the Muse our distant Camp does view ; But dropps her Wing o're charg'd with briny Dew . From her own Britain too , remov'd too far , Where Caesar waits Fame's Summons to the War ; And ORMOND ( His as Caesar Ormond's Care ) Prepares his Danger and Renown to share . Whose Wounded Breast shall future Ages Charm , Together Sung with WILLIAM'S Wounded Arm. Shine Bright ye Stars , who kindly did divert The Piercing Ponyard from that Gen'rous Heart . Muse , Crown his Brow , but make his Lawrel wreath As Mild and Sweet , as Morning Roses Breath ; Who Clemency to Courage reconciles , And in whose Face delighted Nature smiles . The Graces early Nurs'd whom they decreed Their former Darling ORMOND to succeed : Illustrious Ossery's expiring Breath , Did him his Fame and Virtues Stock bequeath . Thus to Elysian Fields the Phoenix Fled , To his Successor leaves a Spicy Bed. The Royal Eagle all the Noble Quire , The Wondrous Heir of the Sun's Bird Admire . From Fairy Land great Spencers shade shall rise , And Milton from his Dream of Paradice ; To Charm the Boyne , and then the Shannon's Stream , William their First , and TALMASH their next Theme . Of Num'rous Worthies more our Lists can boast ; But who has Breath to Count that Starry Host ? The Muse who can that Galaxie recite , May too the Princely Constellation Write ; Whom Britain's Iupiter , Presiding , draws , And joins their Aspects in the Common Cause . The Cause that Europe's Heroes did employ , Of old Combining to demolish Troy. For Helen's Rape , that Arm'd the Pow'rs of Greece , Was but a Type of Violated Peace , 'T is fix'd — Behold the happy promis'd Day Already Plum'd , and on his Glorious Way , With Triumphs charg'd , that shall once more invite The gen'rous Muse that Sung the Boyne , to Write . Themes Sacred , and by Fame reserv'd intire For MONTAGUE'S inimitable Fire : Fancy that can to Clouds of smoke give Light , And trace a Hero through the dusky Fight . Then , swift and glorious as the Conquest , bring The News to Court on Rapture 's Sacred Wing . And shifting quick the Scene from Wars Alarms , In breathing drafts express Maria's Charms . Adorn'd with Innocence and Beauty's Beams , Like Venus first Ascending from the Streams : Or Phoebe in her Empire of the Skye , Mildly Majestick , and serenely High ! Oh! when for such Illustrious Themes and Wit , His Country's Service Leisure can permit ; When from his Task of State he may retire , Th' inspiring Heat resuming with his Lyre ; Not Summer-Breezes shall delight us more ; Nor Waves that gently break upon the shore : Nor Vocal Rills , that through the Valley stray , Harmoniously Disputing all their Way . FINIS .