On the Happy ACCESSION Of Their Majesty's King WILLIAM AND Queen MARY, To the Throne of ENGLAND, etc.  
A PINDARIC ODE.  
With a Preface showing the Occasion of the Publication at this time.  
By JOHN GUY, Gent.  
Aspirce convexo nutantem pondere mundum,  
Terrasque, tractusque maris, Caelumque profundum:  
Aspice, venturo laetentur ut omnia seclo.  
O mihi tam longae maneat pars ultima vitae,  
Spiritus & quantum fat erit tua dicere facta:  
Non me carminibus vincet nec Thracius Orpheus,  
Nec Linus.——  Virgil Ecl. 4th. 
LONDON, Printed by J. Mayos, for R. Harrison in New-Inn, without Temple-Bar, MDCXCIX.   

THE PREFACE.  
THAT this Poem was really Written by me shortly after Their Majesty's Happy Accession to the Throne, and therefore can be no Trick or Device to serve a present Turn, several of my Friends that were privy to the Writing of it, and others, among whom it was handed about in Manuscript, have done me the Justice to attest. And indeed, the Concern I have been under, for being Questioned as a Disafected Person to His Majesty, has made me incapable to Impose in such a way upon the World. My Modesty and Difidence of the Performance, considering the great deference that Subjects ought to pay to Princes, would not permit me then to Print it; and the Reason why I do it now is too obvious. For tho' I was assured, by very good Judges, that it was not Inferior to any that was Published on that Occasion, when those that could have done better were silent; yet I could not but be sensible how very short this, as well as the rest, were of the Transcendent Subject, which I thought ought not to have been attempted but by the Skilfulsed Hand. None but a Phidias should attempt a Jove, And for little Poets to approach Majesty with their Muses, I feared might look something like Familiar, and ought not to expect Acceptance. It seems Pictoribus arque Poetis, etc. did not extend thus far, when Horace himself, who had the Honour of Augustus' Friendship, thought that he should offend by a long Epistle. 
Quum tot sustineas curas & tanta pericula solus,  
Res Italas Armis tuteris, moribus ornes:  
Legibus emendes: in Publica commoda peccem,  
Si longo Sermone morer tua tempora, Caesar.  And Certainly there is as much Deference and good Manners due from us to King William, upon all those accounts which Horace mentions, as was from him to Augustus; For did Augustus undergo more or greater Cares and Perils for the People of Rome, than His Majesty has for us and all Europe? Has not his Arms Preserved us more Eminently than ever Augustus' did them? And for Reformation of Manners, and Restoring the Laws to their due Administration, could Augustus or any other Prince take more effectual care than His Majesty? And if the Modesty of Horace would not permit him, but he thought himself Insufficient to Sing Augustus' Praises, and that for him to offer at it, would look Officious, and might be Unacceptable, as he tells Augustus afterwards in the same Epistle, 
Sed neque parvum  
Carmen Majestas recipit tua, nec meus audet  
Rem tentare pudor, quum vires ferre recusent.  
Sedulitas Autem, stulte quem diligit, urget:  
Peaecipuè quum se numeris commendat & arte.   
What Construction can we think aught to be put on the best of our Performances?  
Kings, like him whose Vicegerents they are, ought not to be Addressed, or even thought of, but with Reverence, and if a Late Noble Wit judged right, that the Supreme Being was not to be Worshipped by Tedious Familiar Addresses, but by some short significant Hymn, expressing the profoundest Admiration; Poets would do well to observe that measure in their Panegyrics on Princes? but than who should Write that Hymn?  
These Considerations, tho' unheeded by others, prevailed on me not to Publish this Poem, though I think it contrived so as may pretty well answer those Objections, and have a better pretence than the rest for being Public, viz. By making the Address not from the Poet, but from Britania: And the joint sense of a whole Island may be Acceptable, when in the Person of a Poet, it would be Insolent. Wherefore, and Considering withal that my Loyalty to His Majesty is called in Question by False Accusations, and Malicious Informations, this Poem is even Extorted from me in my Vindication, and as I hope, without Offence, or else it had not further seen the Light.  
There is abundant Evidence upon Oath from Gentlemen, Clergymen, Practisers of the Law, and others of Unquestionable Reputation (and I take care to Converse with none but are so) of my Loyalty, and good Affection to His Majesty; And I am confident that every Honest unprejudiced Person that knows me is satisfied of it; I have upon all Occasions shown it, and have given a great many Instances of it, and amongst several others that I could mention, I do assert that the Writing this Poem is One: For what ever defects it may have as a Poem, I think there has not been any extant, that excels it in Loyalty, not 'Slight, Artificial, and Poetical, but Real, Affectionate, and Substantial Loyalty, and such as another might at that time perhaps have thought dangerous to expose. The expressions are bold and high, even to Temerity, and such as indeed would not be allowable in any other sort of Poem, than the Pindaric Ode; But how I have performed in the Poetical part I do not at all concern myself, nor care if there are some Flat or some Rough Lines in it; The Design of this Publication being to show the World, not that I am a Poet but a Loyal Subject; And for that, if the Sense be good; Tom. Sternhold's, or Tom. 〈◊〉— l's Rhimes will serve.  
For I think it concerns me to give all the Evidence I can of my Loyalty, at this time, when the Grand Accuser is so busy with his base Implements to traduce me; but because I am under a prosecution by the Government for the contrary, in submission to that, I shall say nothing of them; but do declare solmnly, that there is not a Man that lives upon English Ground that loves and honours His Majesty King William more than I do, and let me Perish, if after the utmost Recollection of my Words and Actions, I know myself in the least Guilty of what is charged against me.  
The occasion of this malicious Accusation is generaly known; Before I happened to disoblige the Person that set it on Foot, even in his Opinion, I was a very Honest, Loyal and Good Man, and used and treated by him, with all the Kindness and Respect imaginable by Letters and otherwise. Since, he has made it his perfect Study and Business to contrive my Ruin, and by Words and Writing, upon all occasions has declared as much; the Actions of my Life almost to my Childhood, have been examined into, and now after almost twenty Years, with Additions and Aggravations Falsely (as this whole Town knows) and Maliciously exposed in Print, and dispersed thro' the Country, which shows the foul Rancour of an Inveterate Enemy, but not the Justice of a fair one, and nothing of a Loyal Subject, a Gentleman, or a Man, and of which notice shall be taken in due time, and in due form.   

A PINDARIC ODE.  

I.  
FAirest Britania Queen of Isles,  
On whom Indulgent Nature smiles,  
O'er whom the Guardian Heavens wait,  
To save thee from Impending Fate.  
Appear, and all thy Native Charms put on,  
NASSAW thy Great Deliverer is come,  
And all thy Foes are hence in wild Confusion gone.  
Well hast thou Scaped their Violence,  
And saved thy Innocence;  
Strong their Designs, and Close, were laid  
By those to have forced thee, and by these betrayed;  
And forward steps were towards thy ruin made.  
What means to save thee, then were found?  
Beset with danger round,  
Thy faithful Sons, that should thee aid,  
Were all disarmed and bound:  
Disarmed of all but Prayers and Tears,  
And those unequal to their fears.  
But lo NASSAW, NASSAW by Heaven  
To their Desponding suit is given.   

II.  
Rise then Britania, raise thy Mournful Head,  
Let all thy Sorrows with thy foes be fled;  
Rise, and him thy humble Muse Address;  
Th● rude her words and artless be her dress,  
To mean to offer to his High Desert,  
With true and well affected heart  
The Pious HERO thank, that did thy Fate avert.  
Let abler Pens to Fame Record  
What Holland owes her Lord,  
To him the Glory of her Fortune yield,  
His Councils in the State, his Valour in the Field:  
How he Intestine feuds to concord brought,  
How at Seneffe, and how at Mons he Fought,  
Where in the Youth, such Martial Force and Fire  
Made Luxemburgh, and all the World, admire,  
And which a Muse to Sing, would equal Flame require.  
Whilst thine Attempts in humbler strains to show,  
The Gratitude, these rescued Nations own,   

III.  
To God, Great Prince and You,  
Is our Deliverance due.  
O, may never be  
Razed from our Memory,  
The Benefits we own to God and Thee.  
Hail Sacred Champion of our Church's Cause!  
Hail True Defender of our Faith and Laws!  
Joy of our Hearts, and Comfort of our Sight;  
Rome's Terror, and the Protestants delight:  
And were the World reformed of one pure mind,  
Wouldsed be like Titus, Joy of Human kind.  
Thee all the Land doth bless, for Thee rejoice,  
And the United People's Sacred Voice,  
Proclaims, that God Anoints Thee as his Choice.  
Our Moses Thou, that under Heavens high Hand  
From more than Egypt's vile Idolatry,  
And worse than Brick-kil Slavery,  
Leadsed forth the Chosen Race to their Eorefathers Land.   

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Whether thy Courage, or thy Wisdom, may  
Be more admired is hard to say:  
'Twas bold and brave to land our Coasts,  
And, with so few, thyself t' expose  
Against unequal standing foes,  
'Gainst Garrisons, and Forts, and Mercenary Hosts.  
'Twas bold and brave; but the Success  
Shows that thy Wisdom was not less;  
The one, unless by t'other reined,  
Does headlong to its ruin run,  
The Glory does but blaze, and strait 'tis done.  
So Princes, unrestrained,  
By Laws or Conduct have been known.  
Fired with Ambitious Aim  
To do great things, and get a Name,  
In furious haste to mount a Throne;  
But weighing not the Art and Force,  
Required to carry on their Course,  
After some bluster and some Fury shown,  
In as great haft from thence have tumbled down.   

V  
So the Boutefeu Phaeton  
Hasty for Government,  
Unskiled and feeble for the vast Attempt,  
Mounted the Chariot of the Sun:  
And scorning reasons mild Control,  
The unexperienced Charriotier,  
In his Career,  
Drove blazing ruin on from Pole to Pole;  
The Signs were frighted at the Cars return,  
And the freezed Zones wondered what made them burn;  
The Zodiac was no Barrier found,  
He leaped the Tropics, and the Eccliptic Bound,  
And fired the Orbs around;  
And thence, with rapid fury, hurled  
Destruction o'er this World:  
" Till Angry Jove, did dreadful Thunder throw,  
" And quenched the hot Brained Fiery Youth in Po.  
But Phoebus well the Giddy Seat maintains,  
He knows the menage of the reins;  
Phoebus collects the scattered ray,  
And forms again the day,  
Which shall henceforth observe the Established Course,  
With just and natural force;  
And his kind Beams dispense  
With Universal influence.   

VI  
The great Progenitors of NASSAW,  
Smile at their Glorious Offspring here below;  
Thou worthy Cion of that noble Stem!  
Th' Imperial Diadem  
Adorned with meaner Honour them,  
Than thy Heroic Virtues now  
Have justly planted on thy Brow;  
Nor can the Crown th' Almighty there has set,  
Bring new honour on with it;  
But that by Thee does Shine more bright,  
And from thy Glory takes a radiant light;  
For had our Sanhedrin  
To thy high Merit, so ingrateful been,  
And fixed it on another Head,  
Than his who Libertyes, Laws, Lives, Religion rescued;  
Thy Virtue yet beyond a Crown had shone,  
Sufficient in its self alone,  
And every good man's heart had been thy Throne,   

VII.  
And thus in Spain, and Italy,  
Flanders, and Germany,  
And in the very Heart of France  
Thou dost thy Power advance:  
Where ere there's any sense of Native Right;  
Or value for dear Liberty,  
Where People court not Slavery,  
 not on Tyrants, and Oppressors Might;  
There dost thou reign; thy Empire unconfined  
But in the Circle of Mankind.  
As far as Winds and Waves can bear, thy Name,  
All Nations and all Languages proclaim.  
In Thee the Injured hope, In Thee do trust  
All worthy Patriots, all the Good and Just;  
Securely blest, relying on that hand  
Which does o'er whelming Tyranny withstand;  
And stops Ambition breaking o'er a Land.  
This Godlike Power they all ascribe to Thee,  
The next to that, which stops and bounds the raging Sea.   

VIII.  
May Everlasting Peace attend on those  
Who, with Immortal Honour, lost their Blood,  
Whilst bravely they withstood  
Th' unjust Invaders of the World's Repose:  
But may their Fates be never thine;  
Pious alike, and brave was their design,  
Tho' Crowned not with the like Event;  
The Great Adolphus perished in the Attempt.  
For whom all Europe grieved,  
Where undefiled the Sacred Truth's believed,  
And pure, unmixed with Legends is received.  
Adolphus! whose Affrighting Name did make,  
Rome and Vienna shake.  
The Generous leader of a Holy War,  
Renowned as that which Godfrey led so far.  
The Persecuted Germans Prop,  
In whom th' afflicted and distresed did hope.  
Whilst Ferdinand did tremble, and the Pope.   

IX.  
Gallant and Young, Adolphus knew no fear,  
Caesar and Ammon's Son his great Examples were.  
The General that would achieve, said he,  
A Name to late Posterity,  
No dangerous Enterprise must, eat,  
Where no danger is, no Honour's won.  
The race through Wounds, and Blood, and Pain, and Toil is run;  
Who reaches not the Goal has nothing done.  
The General's Fame admits not of degree;  
He must a Caesar, or must nothing be.  
When Fate a Hero does decree to make,  
To raise a Noble Instrument,  
For the World's benefit, and Glory meant;  
Into her Arms it does the Darling take,  
Bears him through all the dangers of his way,  
Till he attains, at last, his bright Triumphant day.   

X.  
Witness these Sons of Fame,  
Who differently to Empire came;  
Caesar, through all the Battles which he Fought,  
Tho' dangers every where he sought,  
In Towns, and Camps, and in the Field,  
His Fortune still did shield,  
And without Wound to Empire brought.  
Whilst the Pellaean Youth adorned all o'er  
With Wounds, with large Effusion of his Blood,  
His Fate to Empire bore;  
At the famed Passage of the Grannic Flood;  
Where the swollen Rivers rapid Course,  
And the steep Banks, and Persia's Force  
His Enterprise withstood;  
Tho' his Helmet through to his Head was cleaved  
Stun'd, and almost of Life bereaved,  
He lands and conquers on the Guarded Shore.  
There Meager death Gluttons on Persian Gore,  
There Spithridates and Rheesaces bleed,  
Darius' falls decreed,  
And his the Grecian Empire must succeed;  
And thus, said he, if Destinies ordain  
My Righteous Arms should Glory gain,  
Through Dangers infinite, they can me safe sustain.  
But ah! too soon from all thy Glory's here,  
Heaven Summons Thee, to those Immortal there,  
Where clad with Robes of pure Celestial white,  
And Crowned with Rays of Light,  
Brightest among the Blessed thou shine'st, who late  
In Pity to the World, for WILLIAM there shall wait.   

XI.  
To WILLIAM Muse bring back thy wandering Song,  
Thy strains to him belong;  
Swear that in all the Regal Line  
None yet so Gloriously did Shine,  
Nor owned a Title truly so Divine.  
No dull Succession sanctifies his Right,  
Nor Conquest gained in Fight,  
But o'er the People's minds, and there  
Does Right Divine Triumphantly appear.  
The mind, impassable and free,  
No Power can Govern, but the Deity;  
Hower'e o'er Persons, and o'er Fortunes, may  
A bold Intruder sway;  
The Right Divine is by the People given,  
And 'tis their Suffrage speaks the mind of Heaven.   

XII.  
How Senseless was Antiquity?  
How little Virtue understood?  
When the Triumphant Wreath was always died in Blood;  
When, for mere Butchery  
Men were made Gods, translated to the Sky.  
Unlike such Conquerors, NASSAW  
To his Sword's Edge does little owe.  
The Sword in Judgement may be sent,  
And a Cursed Hand the Instrument;  
Here Heaven its Mercy Signally did show,  
And with miraculous Success,  
The Glorious Cause did Bless;  
We saw th' Almighty hand, and did its Power confess.  
No Blood scarce spilt, the Sword was only drawn,  
And strait 'twas Sheathed again,  
Thus God a Kingdom turns as but one Man:  
So his Son's Kingdom was established,  
No Arm of Flesh the Gospel spread,  
No Slaughtered Hosts the fields made red;  
But a resistless Power did Man convince,  
Vanquished his Reason, and subdued his Sense.  
An Unseen Spirit Divine made him submit,  
To the great Truths it brought along with it.   

XIII.  
Mistaken some, who think wrong done  
To him that lately filled the Throne,  
Would blot the English Name with black Rebellion.  
But if to seek redress,  
When Greivances oppress,  
And to assert our Rights, be that black Damning Sin,  
Then are we sure the most forlorn of Men;  
Then no Defence we have,  
But Princes may us as they please Enslave.  
The Laws which measure and ordain  
Our mutual Rights, are vain;  
Oaths may be cancelled, Vows made void,  
And Nature's eldest Law destroyed;  
When we behold the lifted hand,  
Shall we defenceless stand?  
And not provide to guard the coming stroke?  
When we see Bonds, prepared to tie  
A Freeborn Land in Slavery,  
Must we submit our Passive Necks to th' Yoke?  
And dare profanely Heaven for Miracles invoke?  
Doctrines absurd! and by our Church untaught,  
Till holy Sycophants, of late,  
Broached 'em at Court, where the best method known,  
To gain a Mitre was by Preaching up the Crown.   

XIV.  
Ah James! Unhappy Prince! wouldst thou submit  
To Fate, retire in Peace and private sit;  
As Dioclesian heretofore,  
(Oh that I could thy Name but spare  
And not it so Ingloriously compare)  
After his Persecutions o'er  
Withdrew and never thought of Crown or Empire more.  
Thou mightst enjoy in thy recess,  
More Solid happiness,  
Than in thy Arbitrary Reign thou didst possess;  
The Subjects, whom thou soughtest to enslave,  
Might then some pity have;  
And tho' Allegiance must transfer,  
Might yet their Honour bear.  
But Thou, unwise, urgest thy doom still on,  
And knowst not to survive thy Kingdoms gone;  
Made up and formed of too much Fire,  
'Gainst Heaven, and Stars in vain thou wilt aspire,  
Till in the haughty Flame thou dost at last expire.  
Why must we be, against our wills, thy Foes?  
But ah! when Laws and Liberties, as here,  
And Heaven itself, do interfere,  
We must be Traitors to all those,  
If with our utmost Force we do not thee oppose.   

XV.  
But cease my Muse, stoop thy Pindaric Wing,  
And now learn softer Notes to Sing.  
Transported far with Zeal,  
For William's Cause, and for the English Weal,  
I fear too boldly thou dost truths reveal.  
Dost thou consider what harsh Sounds they bear  
To a Nephew, Son, and to a Daughter's ear?  
Blessed Pair! not Nature more with Justice strove,  
When Junius Sentenced his conspiring Son,  
Than Grief and Duty in your Breasts did move,  
When James' Errors did himself Dethrone;  
With sorrowing Eyes you viewed the proffered Crown,  
And thought it fallen too soon,  
Till condescending pity took it on:  
You saw our miseries, and our Woes bewailed,  
And that important thought prevailed.  
Hail MARY, Glory of thy Sex! by Thee  
Fallen Woman kind restored again shall be;  
Who, when the Illustrious Pattern now they view,  
Shall leave their Vanity, and follow you:  
The only Match, the Sun in all his race,  
Saw worthy of thy Royal Lords embrace:  
Well are you paired in Virtue as in Love,  
As though one Soul both Breasts did move,  
Happy the day! when MARY blessed our Shore,  
The English shouts the News to Holland bore,  
Nor was there need of any Envoy of it more:  
The Guns and Bells were deafened by the Voice,  
Scarce had been heard the Thunder's loudest Noise.  
The Fires above looked pale, ashamed to see,  
Our Fires below more bright, and numberless as they.   

XVI.  
But who the vast transporting joy can guests?  
That did the Royal Breasts possess,  
When after various perils passed,  
And England's doubts, and Holland's fears,  
And WILLIAMS toils, and AVE-MARIES tears,  
With safety and success, thy met again at last.  
Not the first Bridal day  
Can be more joyful, or more gay,  
For Bliss is raised by Dangers and delay:  
No Dangers then before did fright,  
Here was a stormy dismal Night;  
Ere the Sun risen, and brought the Gladsome light.  
O MARY! welcome to thy WILLIAMS Arms,  
Welcome thy Heavenly Charms,  
Welcome, as Noah's travailed Dove,  
Bearing the Olive Branch of Peace and Love:  
The Waves of trouble now shall quickly cease;  
And the tossed Ark enjoy a resting place;  
Behold the Hills arise, and show their heads of peace.   

XVII.  
Now plant the Vine under whose spreading shade,  
With plenty all around, supinely laid,  
No Cares hereafter shall our Joys invade:  
Pluck the rich Fruit, press forth the Noble Juice,  
With thankful Joy, let harmless pleasures lose.  
And as you Quaff the Purple Grape,  
Let not your Sovereign's Healths escape;  
On each delicious Draught  
Let your best wishes wait.  
Long may they live a happy Royal Pair,  
Free from Life's Maladies, Disease and Care.  
May Subjects, blessed, vex with no Suits the State;  
May their Crown easy be without the weight.  
And, as we are happier, Heaven make us better too;  
May their Examples through their Realms renew  
The sad decays of Piety,  
And call Astraea from the Sky:  
May we by them learn to reform our Lives;  
May Husbands Faithful be, and Loyal Wives,  
Then Ages shall with Blessings march a long,  
And be the Subject of the Future Poet's Song.   

XVIII.  
But hark! again the Trumpet sounds Alarms,  
To Arms, to Arms;  
Rise WILLIAM, rise,  
And quit again thy loved MARIA's Charms;  
Hear Ireland's cries,  
See their bend Knees, their upheld Hands, and streaming Eyes.  
On, and thy drooping Subjects cheer,  
Thy God that freed thee from the Lion here,  
Will save thee too from the Hibernian Bear,  
And every proud Uncircumcised Philistine there.  
Behold, thy Pious Banners all Display  
Religion, drawn by a Celestial Ray;  
An August Dame,  
Of Heavenly Air, and Heavenly frame:  
Her face like AVE-MARIES, and like hers her Mien,  
Sweet yet Majestic, pleasant yet Divine;  
Nothing that's lose, yet nothing stiff is there,  
Tho cheerful yet not light, reserved yet not Austere;  
No costly gaudy Robes her form Disguise,  
No uncouth Habit to Amuse our Eyes.  
Nor is She clad precisely mean,  
But decently Adorned 'twixt each extreme.  
Her Hand a Sacred Book does hold,  
Wherein's denounced the Popish Doom,  
And lo, in Shining Characters of Gold,  
Behold a Motto thus, IN THIS THOU SHALT O'ERCOME.   

XIX.  
But, what Divinity inspires me now?  
And with what Spirit does my Labouring Bosom grow?  
The Prophet, sure, is with the Poet joined;  
I swell, and cannot bear the vast infusive Mind:  
Babylon, the proud Town,  
Babylon is fall'n, Babylon goes down,  
Antichrist is crushed, the Scarlet Whore  
Lies weltering in her Gore,  
Idolatry is now no more.  
Then o'er the World the Halcyon Brood's again,  
And Hatches Peace to all Succeeding Sons of Men.   
FINIS.