A panegyrique humbly addrest to the Kings Most Excellent Majesty on his auspicious meeting his two houses of Parliament, February the 4th, 5th 1672/3 : and his most gratious speech there delivered on that occasion / by R.W. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. 1673 Approx. 11 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A66012 Wing W2144B ESTC R9887 12643383 ocm 12643383 65065 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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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 Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry. England and Wales. -- Parliament. 2003-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-09 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-10 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2003-10 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A PANEGYRIQUE Humbly Addrest to the Kings Most Excellent Majesty : ON His Auspicious Meeting His Two Houses OF PARLIAMENT , February the 4 th . 5 th . 1672 / 3. And His Most Gratious SPEECH There Delivered on that Occasion . By R. W. HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE DIEV ET MON DROIT . London , Printed by A. P. for Phillip Brooksby , next Door to the Ball in West-Smithfield , neer the Hospital-Gate . 1673. A PANEGYRIQUE TO His Sacred Majesty OF GREAT BRITTAIN . GReat SIR ! When e'r your Gracious Voyce we hear Ravisht we stand , and wish our selves all Ear ; Your Speech , which equal Ioy and Wonder breeds , Can be Excell'd by nothing but your Deeds ; Those Glorious Deeds Heaven sent you here to Act , To Scourge the Insolent , and Good Protect ; While with a strong , and yet a gentle hand , You Bridle Nations , and our Hearts Command : Secure us from Our selves , and from the Foe , Make us Vnite , and make us Conquer too Those Fiercer Factions which Mens Souls did move , Are by your Favour Reconcil'd in Love : And now our only Strife is to Outvye Each other in the Fruits of Loyalty . When Fate or Error had our Age misled , And o're these Kingdomes black Confusion spred , The only Cure which could from Heaven come , Was so much pow'r and Clemency in One ; The Genius of our Nation , with disdain Beheld those Puppets which Usurp'd your Raign ; But long'd , ( with their Strange Madnesses opprest , ) Upon your Bosome its sick Head to rest : So when a Lyon shakes his Dreadful Mayn And angry grows , let Him that first took pain To tame his youth , Approach , the Haughty Beast Will bend to him , but fright away the rest . By sweet , yet secret Politicks you Raign , Which Forraign Statesmen Pry into in vain ; The Nations Ancient Honour you encrease , And Heal , as well with Needful Wars , as Peace : Heav'n , that hath plac'd this Island , to give Law , To Ballance Europe , and her States to Aw , In this Conjuncture doth on Brittain smile , The Greatest Soveraign , and the Greatest Isle : Some think this Portion of the VVorld , was Rent By the rude Ocean , from the Continent ; But whilst your Forces with the French Combine , You make the Lands more Terribly to Ioyne . Fame swifter than your winged Navy flies Through ev'ry Land that near the Ocean lies , Sounding your Name , and telling dreadful News To all that Pyracy and Rapine use ; Algiers with trembling Knees for Peace does begg , Undone by 'th Valour of your Noble Spragg : And greater Pyrates too , much nearer home , VVho thought to graspe a pow'r great as old Rome ; Striving to carry all Commerce away , And make the Vniverse their only Prey : Are now forc'd to Disgorge , and sadly find Nature has You , Lord of the Seas design'd . VVith such a Chief , the meanest Nation , blest , Might hope to lift her Head above the rest : VVhat may be thought Impossible to do For us , embraced by the Sea and You : Lords of the worlds great wast , the Ocean , we VVhole Forrests send to range upon the Sea : And ev'ry Coast may trouble or Relieve , But none can visit us without your leave . Angels and we have this Prerogative That none can at our happy Seat Arrive : Whilst we discend at Pleasure to Invade The bad with vengeance , and our friends to aid : Our little VVorld , the Image of the great , Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set , Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves , And all that 's rare , as Tribute from the VVaves : As Aegypt does not on the Clouds rely , But to her Nile owes more than to the sky : So what our Earth , and what our Heav'n denies , Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies : That friend whom whilst base Neighbours seek to gain , Your Thunder with their blood Purples the Main : The Tast of hot Arabian Spice we know Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow : Without the VVorm , in Persian Silks we shine , And without Planting , drink of ev'ry Vine : To Digg for VVealth , we weary not our Limbs , Gold , though the heaviest Mettal , hither Swims : Ours is the Harvest where the Indians Mow , We Plow the Deep , and Reap what others Sow : Things of the Noblest kind our own Soil breeds , Stout are our Men , and Warlike are our Steeds : Rome , though her Eagle through the world had flown , Could never make this Island all her own : Here the Third Edward , and the black Prince too , Victorious Henry flourisht , and now You : For whom , Proud Dutch , ( reserv'd , like the Greek State , Till Alexander came to urge their Fate ) Must make New Trophies , which the Couq'ring hands Of Mighty York , or ( who in 's sted Commands ) The Matchless Rupert from the Sea do bring , To Adorn the Triumphs of our Glorious King : Whilst most Heroick Montmouth , to add more , Transplants the Laurels of the Belgian Shore . Yet need your Foes not Dread ( if they 'l Submit ) Your Power , you with such Sweetness Temper it : Prefer'd by Conquest , happily o'rethrown , Falling they 'l Rise , to be with us made one That Aiery Liberty , whereof they Boast Is but a Spacious Shadow at the most : For they 'l find on just Account of things No Freedom ▪ like the Rule of Pious Kings : So kind Dictators made , when they came Home , Their Vanquisht Foes , Free Citizens of Rome , Less Pleasure take , brave souls , in Battails won , Than in restoring those that are Vndone : Tygers have Courage , and the rugged Bare , But Man alone can , whom he Conquers spare ; To Pardon willing , and to Punish loth , You strike with one Hand , but you Heal with both ; Lifting up all that Prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the Dead again to Live : Whilst your Arms make your Stubborn Foes to fall , Your Gracious Favours needs must Conquer all . What you have done already is well known , And we with humblest Gratitude must own ; When in your Royal Robes , you lately went To meet your Kind and Dutious Parliament , ( That healing Senate , which all Storms can Calme , And cure the Nation with its Acts of Balme : ) Blessings and Pray'rs were sent to Heav'n aloud , By ev'ry Member of the Gazeing Croud : No sooner that Illustrious body saw Their Dearest Soveraign , but a Loveing Awe Shines in each Face , and with a greedy Ear Receives those Oracles he utter'd there : Their Grateful Duties streight the Cause Espouse , As Highly Just to make our Lyon Rouse : They Thank His Royal Cares so much has done , And Vote supplies for what there is to come . Ah! blessed fruits ! such happy Vnion brings , The Loyalst Subjects with the best of Kings : Subjects that to maintain this needful Warr , Freely will part with what he fain would spare : Their publique Purse they offer — Let all go , Rather then Truckle to 'th encroaching Foe : When our Kings Honour , and our Countries good Is touch'd , we value neither Coyn nor Blood : Cursed be he , those Sacred bonds that parts , " Kings greatest Treasures , are their Subjects Hearts : And there your Majesty hath such a share , No Earthly Monarch may with you Compare . But our Weak Muse begs Pardon , that she dare I' th Face of Dazling Majesty appear : She only ment , her own full Ioys to sing , Succeeding Times , shall Bays and Olive bring To Crown your head , whilst you in Triumph Ride O're Vanquisht Nations , and the Sea beside : Whilst all the Neighbouring States shall unto You , Like Iosephs Sheaves , pay Reverence , and Bowe . ITER BOREALE . FINIS .