A panegyrick on the coronation of King James the II and His Royal Consort Queen Mary on April 23, 1685 / by the author of the plea for succession, in opposition to popular exclusion. Basset, William, 1644-1695. 1685 Approx. 11 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 4 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A26748 Wing B1049A ESTC R37297 16319784 ocm 16319784 105298 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. A26748) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 105298) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1604:19) A panegyrick on the coronation of King James the II and His Royal Consort Queen Mary on April 23, 1685 / by the author of the plea for succession, in opposition to popular exclusion. Basset, William, 1644-1695. [2], 5 p. Printed for Walter Davis ..., London : 1685. Attributed to Basset by Wing and NUC pre-1956 imprints. At head of title: Basilikon syggramma (Greek transliterated). Reproduction of original in the Bodleian 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 James -- II, -- King of England, 1633-1701 -- Poetry. Coronations -- England -- Poetry. 2006-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-07 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-09 Celeste Ng Sampled and proofread 2006-09 Celeste Ng Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . A PANEGYRICK ON THE CORONATION OF KING JAMES II. AND His Royal Consort QUEEN MARY . On APRIL 23. 1685. By the Author of the Plea for Succession , in Opposition to Popular Exclusion . LONDON , Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner . 1685. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , A PANEGYRICK ON THE CORONATION OF King JAMES II. GReat CHARLES adieu ! Tears can't recall , yet we can't but send 'em after Thee . These are little Tributes , we may pay without fear of COMMONS , whose Votes can't seal our Eyes , though once they shut our Purses ! We leave Thee to Eternal Triumphs , where that Heavenly Quire turns Prophesy to Exultation , At last grown weary of an Earthly Crown , Crown'd with an Heavenly One ! O bless'd Remove From a Throne below , to a Throne above ! Now Melpomene be gone : with thy mourning Weeds be gone : Blubber not the Triumphs of the Day : it is thy Sovereign's Command , Be gone . Come , Polyhimnia , clad in thy gayest Robes , unlaced from Poetick measures ; with Garments flying loose , and careless , as the Times ; Come , Solemnize the Day . Tell , how the Nations flow , as to an Universal Head ; how all Lands , with their proudest Barks , plow up the British Seas ; and every Tyde throws in Foreign Climes upon us : till all Babel's scatter'd Tongues make here their Rendezvous , and at one View represent the World ! Wise men , blown in from every Wind , with submissive Sails salute the Warlike Isle , and offer Presents to the rising Monarch of the World ! Tell , how the Godlike CHARLES in Celestial Vehicle , inclos'd with the winged Quires of Heaven , descends awhile from his Throne above , and with equal motion hovers o'r our King , to see , and adorn the Day . While the Heavens , but now tuck'd up , as flying from us ; now descend in pearly drops , and , like the Holy Oyl from His Sacred Head , stream Blessings to all the Corners of the Land. Which done , the joyful Sun brisks from behind the Cloud ; weaves Garlands of His Rays , and crowns His Head with Glories : while the Planets , through Streams of Light , smile down their sweetest Influences . See ( if thou canst ) how He sits on His Royal Throne ! How Peers , like Stars , lie buried in His Light ! See how the Queen imparts Her Gracious Beams ; while the Beauties , that attend , shrowded by Her Light , grow pale , and sink into the milky way ! See how the silent Rounds attentive stand ; as if turn'd all to Eye , and Ear ; looking like the intellectual World , gazing on the Throne above ; while Traytors Heads , set o'r the Hall , Envy struck , do again look pale , and dye ! Tell the Miracles of the Day , viz. How that Devil , whose name is Legion , is dispossess'd ; and the Nation , that once did cut , and wound itself ; now cloath'd , and in their wits , sit down at their Royal Master's Feet ! How that lying Spirit , once smug'd up in Republick , and Excluding Forms ; like Heathen Oracles , at the approach of this Diviner Light , stab'd with Grief , runs howling back to Hell ! Tell the Fiends sad Tales to the black Club below ; how they make bold Sd — y stamp ; Armstrong's Hands to shake ; old Tony's blinking Eyes to outrun their Tap ; and turn the Joyner's Raree-Shew to Lamentations ; filling the Infernal Court with Shreeks , and Yells ; which sound to the Belgick Shore ; and make the * PROTESTANT RAZOR , there forg'd , and set to the murther of a Monarchy ; turn edge , and cut the Traytors Throats . Tell how the Hollow Cryes reach the British Isle ; spoil Wappin Treats , and quick Dispatches ; confound the Bench , and make the stubborn House now at last apt to change ! But draw a Cloud between thy self , and JAMES , our Sun , rising from his Western Seat to his Zenith at Whitehall ; attended with Peers , and Nations , like the Host of Heaven ( where may He shine in Meridian Glory , till taken up to Ariadna's Crown , and Cassiopeia's Chair ; ) a Story fit for none , but great Norfolk's hand . When the God of Sleep hath given Rest to Thy wearied Mind , wearied with the tedious Glories of the Day : then rise to a second Show . See how the winged People of the Air stand all at Gaze , called up by an Artificial Day ! Survey the Thames , now better peopled , than the Town ; tell how , many Houses become joint Tenants to a little Skull , and Streets lie trust up in Liters ! How Ecchoes from the Shores , and Giants meet , and battle in the Air ! while the wondring Fish come shoaling in ; and now officious grown , with scaly Backs support the over-loaded Boats ! Let us now behold our KING , dear to God , and Man ; shielded by the hand of Heaven from harms of Foreign Wars , and Flemish Fights ; where covered with Smoke , and Fire ; with Blood , and Brains of shatter'd men , he out-dared even Guns , and Death ! Snatch'd by the hand of Heaven from the Northern wreck ; secured from raging Seas , and madness of the People ! From Exclusions , Associations , and the Rye ! A Royal Soul , whom Miracles have preserved , and Angels crown ! Instead of Pyke , and Musquet , we have Liberty and Law ; instead of Rumps , and Associations , a rightful Sovereign ; and Peace , instead of Fields of Blood. An Argument of a Divine care over Him , and us ; which hath given to each his Right ; to him His People , to us our King. Let us honour all the Instruments of our Peace : whom bold Addresses would have ravished , like Jewels from the Crown : those Atlases of State , whose Heads , and Shoulders , help'd to save Three Nations ; and fix'd a tottering Throne . That Head , and Glory of our Bench ; whose Merits may atone the Faults of others of the Robe . That unwearied Head , which laden with Age , and Honours ; often sought , and now at last hath gain'd the unwilling Shade ! Worthies , whose bright Names , like fixed Stars , shall shine to future Ages . Let Newmarket-Fire , which burnt Two Kings from Death ; made 'Em outstrip , and surprize the Plot , and saved us all from the flames of War ; and was sent from Heaven , like a Countermine , to blow up that Plot , which was made , and brought from Hell ; yearly blaze in all our Streets . Hail , Sacred Town ! Honoured to be the Nations Sacrifice ! In whose Ashes Heaven wrote the deepest Characters of Love , for in thy Death we all do live ! A second Jericho , first cast down by Heaven for his Peoples safety ; and then by Fanatick Rage condemn'd to perpetual Ruines : who would give to destroy the whole , but not to restore this little part ! Hither , as to an Holy Land , let every Loyal Pilgrim come ; and here erect his Better Monument of Praise . For the just Heavens took the injured Princes part ; Michael , and his Angels , with the Stars in their courses fought ; and every Creature did conspire their Sovereign's Right . Then plot no more ; for he , that upheld the Subject , will never fail the KING . Heaven is never idlely busie ; for Wonders are not done for nought . When Israel is brought from Egypt , through red Seas , and howling Desarts , and delivered from a plotting Amalek ; Balak shall never overcome , though Balaam turn Inchanter for him . Then plot no more : the Lernaean Monster needs must fall , when our Alcides conquers Serpents from his Cradle ! See him laden with bloodless Victories over them , before whom Religion , Law , and Valour fell ! A Wise , and Noble Soul , Just to all Men , Fast to his Friends , Venturous of his Life , whose Martial influence turns all to Champions , and re-peoples the Land with Giants . A Soul , in all points , shaped for Glories . To Thee King Arthur and his Knights must bow ; and St. George yield up his Spear , and Day ! England's King ! England's Champion ! England's Guardian Angel ! in whom dwells all that is Great , and Just , and Good ! Methinks I see that undaunted Foot set on the Necks of them , that cut it off ; and that rising Head , like the clambering Sun , looking over all the Thrones about it ! To Thee shall the wild Morocco , and distant Bantam seek ! To Thee shall the Nations look for Laws of Peace , and War ! while each Pole shall bend , and meet to bear thy Canopy ! Then plot no more : the proudest Waves may break themselves , but never move the Rock . Let those white Doves , the sweet Emblems of Peace , and Love ; that at the Royal Change sate upon his Arms , listening to the proclaiming their great Master , be happy Omens of a blessed Reign . Nay , We will fear no more : who have a God , that works such Wonders for us . We will fear no more : who have a King sprung from a Royal Stock , whose greatest Fault was Mercy ! A King , who hath said , He will govern by the Laws : A King , that never broke His Word : JAMES the Just : whose innate Goodness doth more oblige Him to make an happy People , than Oaths , and Covenants , could do others , to make a GLORIOUS KING . Great JAMES , we intirely acquiesce in Thee ! Better tutored be the Tongues that shall presume to tutor a King , a Politician , a Divine ! We will not dare to reproach thy Word ; or disturb the couching Herds . Go whining Whig ; seduce no more ; foul Fiend avaunt , pollute not this Sacred Ground ; go to Ditches stinking as thy Breath , there be laid for ever ; there croak thy ugly Tones ; there swell , burst , and dye : while we our Loyal Triumphs sing . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A26748-e120 This was sung to the King on last New-Years Day . * A late Pamphlet so called .