To my Lord Chancellor presented on New-years-day by J. Driden. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1662 Approx. 9 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 4 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A36703 Wing D2387 ESTC R37777 17015597 ocm 17015597 105794 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. A36703) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 105794) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1614:26) To my Lord Chancellor presented on New-years-day by J. Driden. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry. 2002-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-09 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-10 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2002-10 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion TO MY LORD CHANCELLOR , Presented on New-years-day , By I. Driden . LONDON , Printed for Henry Herringman at the Anchor in the Lower-walk in the New Exchange . 1662. My Lord , WHile flattering crouds officiously appear To give themselves , not you , an happy year ; And by the greatness of their Presents prove How much they hope , but not how well they love ; The Muses ( who your early courtship boast , Though now your flames are with their beauty lost ) Yet watch their time , that if you have forgot They were your Mistresses , the World may not : Decay'd by time and wars , they only prove Their former beauty by your former love ; And now present , as antient Ladies do That courted long at length are forc'd to woo . For still they look on you with such kind eyes As those that see the Churches Soveraign rise From their own Order chose , in whose high State They think themselves the second choice of Fate . When our Great Monarch into Exile went Wit and Religion suffer'd banishment : Thus once when Troy was wrapt in fire and smoak The helpless Gods their burning shrines forsook ; They with the vanquisht Prince and party go , And leave their Temples empty to the fo : At length the Muses stand restor'd again To that great charge which Nature did ordain ; And their lov'd Druyds seem reviv'd by Fate While you dispence the Laws and guide the State. The Nations soul ( our Monarch ) does dispence Through you to us his vital influence ; You are the Chanel where those spirits flow And work them higher as to us they go . In open prospect nothing bounds our eye Until the Earth seems joyn'd unto the Sky : So in this Hemisphaer our utmost view Is only bounded by our King and you : Our sight is limited where you are joyn'd And beyond that no farther Heav'n can find . So well your Vertues do with his agree That though your Orbs of different greatness be , Yet both are for each others use dispos'd , His to inclose , and yours to be inclos'd . Nor could another in your room have been Except an Emptinesse had come between . Well may he then to you his Cares impart And share his burden where he shares his heart . In you his sleep still wakes ; his pleasures find Their share of bus'nesse in your labr'ing mind : So when the weary Sun his place resigns He leaves his light and by reflection shines . Justice that sits and frowns where publick Laws Exclude soft mercy from a private cause , In your Tribunal most her self does please ; There only smiles because she lives at ease ; And like young David finds her strength the more When disincumberd from those arms she wore : Heav'n would your Royal Master should exceed Most in that Vertue which we most did need , And his mild Father ( who too late did find All mercy vain but what with pow'r was joyn'd , ) His fatal goodnesse left to fitter times , Not to increase but to absolve our Crimes : But when the Heir of this vast treasure knew How large a Legacy was left to you , ( Too great for any Subject to retain ) He wisely ti'd it to the Crown again : Yet passing through your hands it gathers more , As streams through Mines bear tincture of their Ore. While Emp'rique politicians use deceipt , Hide what they give , and cure but by a cheat ; You boldly show that skill which they pretend , And work by means as noble as your end : Which , should you veil , we might unwind the clue As men do Nature , till we came to you . And as the Indies were not found before Those rich perfumes which from the happy shore The winds upon their balmy wings convay'd , Whose guilty sweetnesse first their World betray'd ; So by your Counsels we are brought to view A rich and undiscover'd World in you . By you our Monarch does that same assure VVhich Kings must have or cannot live secure : For prosp'rous Princes gain the Subjects heart , VVho love that praise in which themselves have part : By you he fits those Subjects to obey , As Heavens Eternal Monarch does convey His pow'r unseen , and man to his designs , By his bright Ministers the Stars , inclines . Our setting Sun from his declining seat Shot beams of kindnesse on you , not of heat ; And when his love was bounded in a few , That were unhappy that they might be true ; Made you the favo'rite of his last sad times , That is a suff'rer in his Subjects crimes : Thus those first favours you receiv'd were sent Like Heav'ns rewards , in earthly punishment . Yet Fortune conscious of your destiny Ev'n then took care to lay you softly by : And wrapt your fate among her precious things , Kept fresh to be unfolded with your Kings . Shown all at once you dazled so our eyes , As new-born Pallas did the Gods surprise ; When springing forth from Iove's new-closing wound She struck the Warlick Spear into the ground ; VVhich sprouting leaves did suddenly inclose , And peaceful Olives shaded as they rose . How strangely active are the arts of Peace , VVhose restlesse motions lesse than VVars do cease ▪ Peace is not freed from labour but from noise ; And VVar more force but not more pains employs ; Such is the mighty swiftnesse of your mind That ( like the earth's ) it leaves our sence behind ; VVhile you so smoothly turn and roul our Sphear , That rapid motion does but rest appear . For as in Natures swiftnesse , with the throng Of flying Orbs while ours is born along , All seems at rest to the deluded eye : ( Mov'd by the Soul of the fame harmony ) So carry'd on by your unwearied care VVe rest in Peace and yet in motion share . Let Envy then those Crimes within you see From which the Happy never must be free ; ( Envy that does with misery reside , The joy and the revenge of ruin'd Pride ; ) Think it not hard if at so cheap a rate You can secure the constancy of Fate , VVhose kindnesse sent , what does their malice seem , By lesser ills the greater to redeem . Nor can we this weak show'r a tempest call But drops of heat that in the Sun-shine fall . You have already weary'd Fortune so She can not farther be your friend or fo ; But sits all breathlesse , and admires to feel A Fate so weighty that it stops her wheel . In all things else above our humble fate Your equal mind yet swells not into state , But like some mountain in those happy Isles VVhere in perpetual Spring young Nature smiles , Your greatnesse shows : no horrour to afright But Trees for shade , and Flow'rs to court the sight ; Sometimes the Hill submits itself a while In small descents , which do its height beguile ; And sometimes mounts , but so as billows play VVhose rise not hinders but makes short our way . Your brow which does no fear of thunder know Sees rouling tempests vainly beat below ; And ( like Olympus top , ) th' impression wears Of Love and Friendship writ in former years . Yet unimpair'd with labours or with time Your age but seems to a new youth to climb . Thus Heav'nly bodies do our time beget ; And measure Change , but share no part of it . And still it shall without a weight increase , Like this New-year , whose motions never cease ; For since the glorious Course you have begun Is led by CHARLS , as that is by the Sun , It must both weightlesse and immortal prove , Because the Center of it is above . FINIS .