An EXCELLENT NEW POEM Upon the Happy PROCEED of Their Majesty's Royal Army, By SEA and LAND. With a REFLECTION upon the INSULTING JACOBITES. 18. July. 1693. Licenced and Entered according to Order. HELP my Helpomones, and Chiefest muse In this my Fancy, that I not abuse. The World's chief Wonder, Britain's only Glory, And not Eclipse his Honour in the Story: Great Son of Mars whose Feats of Arms declare The only Monarch that yet ever were; Whose Zeal for the Republic Good know, All Loyal Subjects thankful Hearts do owe. When Rome and Hell, and Abdicated James Made an Alkedoma of Bloody Streams, He with His Healing Balsam, Orange Juice Soon stopped the Current of that Cursed Sluice. And to the Wonder of the World He brought Us out of Thraldom, and Deliverance wrought. What Tongue is able to Express or Tell His Glory which admits no Parallel. To the Emblazening of his Fame Reno wn He sought our Welfare, Courted not the Crown; And when Consenting to accept the same, Which was his Right, Can any one him blame? None, save the Jacobites which ever falter, And want Advancement by a Hempen Halter. Lewis Legrand, England's insulting Foe, And Abdicated James his Cousin know Your cursed Craft, and hellish Actions too, At last will work your Overthrow and Rue. Your horrid Rigour, and your Turkish Acts Against your Subjects termed, and Hell's Compacts: Usurping Tyrant, your long bloody Reign, Adds Augmentation to your cursed Name; Succeeding Ages which are yet to Come, Are bound to Curse the Acting you have done. But go, Go to You, and your Cousin James; Feed on with Fancies, and your Golden Dreams; A Period will ere long attend, and know, To the dark Region both of you must go. Heavens protect, and Angels guard our King, Whose Fame abroad the Universe doth Ring; Prosper His Arms, His Person to Protect From Hell's Ahitophels', in each Respect; And bring Him safely to His Royal Queen, After the Acting of the bloody Scene. Crown Him with Conquest, Riches, and long Life, With Peace and Plenty, abdicating Strife, That We his Loyal Subjects ever may, With Acclamations cry, God save Him, Ay. PHILOPROTEST.