A Congratulatory Poem Dedicated to His MAJESTY, On the Late Gracious Declaration.  By a Person of Quality. 
THe  King to whom his Subjects raise  
Admired Trophe's of their awful Praise,  
His highest Epithet must now resign,  
Since, of all Monarches, Ours is most Divine.  
His Sep'ratists he would compel by Arms,  
Whilst You win Yours by Force of Pious Charms.  
This rigid Sects do sev'rally Confess  
And, Calmed their Temper, your Indulgence Bless.  
These who before did Kingship disallow,  
Your powerful Grace has changed to Converts Now.  
Their restless Souls so Sacredly you ease,  
As they're Obliged to blame their past Disease:  
And Tax their Hearts, and the Secluding Bill,  
Because against your Conscience chiefly iii.  
Who'll not expect that next their Souls should pay,  
Homage unto their King the nearest Way:  
And Judge the Liberty that he hath Given,  
Aught to Invite their Union unto Heaven.  
The Atheist who would Providence Distrust,  
Or that Heaven's Care Preserves, and aids the Just,  
Must, for your sake, his stupid Sin disown,  
And see how Wonders raised You to a Throne.  
Through Seas and Perils, and worst Storms of State,  
Heaven was your Guide to Vanquish Total Fate:  
And but such temporal Sufferings did Convey,  
That you might Merit an Immortal Way.  
Your Sacred Gifts stupendiously Improve  
At once your Subject's Piety and Love:  
Who now their former Tenants so Subdue,  
As they Judge (more than ever) Your Faith True.  
The Factious Patrons that Pretensions draw  
From hardest Sense of the disputed Law;  
Must soon concede, that by a kinder Claim,  
Prerogative deserves a Legal Fame.  
This Test, Great Sir, so candidly has passed,  
As 'tis hoped tother 'twill revoke at Last;  
For who will not obsequiously Undo,  
An Inconvenience when Condemned by You.  
Well may this Powerful Motive Votes abate,  
Whose Fervors else must needs Perplex the State.  
Nor ever did Just Soveragin Law Restrain,  
But for Redress which Subjects thence Obtain:  
And tells how safe Our King we might Obey,  
Had we no other Law than what He'd Say.   

LONDON, Printed, 1687.