THE ALL-CONQUERING GENIUS OF THE Most Potent, and most Serene PRINCE JAMES II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, etc.  
DISPLAYED IN A HEROIC STANZA Occasioned by HIS happy Accession to the Crown.  
Whereunto his annexed A CONGRATULATION to both their MAJESTY'S, By way of an ODE, exciting the Nymphs to perform their Duty as usual at Hymen's.  
By T. R. d. L.  
LONDON, Printed by John Harefinch, in Mountague-Court in Little Britain. 1685.   
Horatius de Art. Poet. 
— Tulit eloquium insolitum facundia praeceps  
Vtiliumque sagax rerum, & divina futuri,  
Sortilegis non discrepuit sententia Delphis.   

To His Most Excellent Majesty JAMES the II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, etc.  
Dread SIR,  
'TIS not a flattering Muse, appears before your Sovereign Throne; for she pays her devotion to Your Majesty's Royal Person, rather than to Your Fortune. Her Theme is Your Princely MIND, exceeding the Pythagorean World-supporting Intelligence; by the Conduct of which Pilot Your Triumphant Argo, did at last overcome all dangerous Gulfs and Creeks, smoothly gliding into the harbour of a Fleece, far Richer than that of Colcheses. In a word, 'tis not the Handmaid, but the Mistress I adore, even Your Majesty's All-conquering Genius, which by its Regular steadfastness, is able not only to Triumph over Fortune, but also to make it.  
True it is, my Vein is shallow, not being embodied in the more luxuriant Channel of Your British Parnassus; yet, since it breathes Devotion, I am apt (upon that score) to think, it shall not prove ; because it will, though proceeding from the sandy and barren Pile, help (in some measure) to bear up, the Sovereign Ark of Your Majesties, unquestioned Grandeur. Perhaps. she cannot promise to this Divine Fabric (for a support) a gold-streaming Hydaspes; yet she shall appear to flow as Loyally, as the Palm full of Water, presented unto mighty Cyrus, by you famous Persian Peasant; being poured out at the brink of Your twice-surrounding Ocean, by  
Dread Sovereign, Your Majesty's most dutiful and most faithful Adorer T. R. d. L.   

THE ALL-CONQUERING GENIUS OF THE Most Potent and most Serene PRINCE JAMES II. KING of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, etc. In a HEROIC STANZA, etc.  

I.  
AND now doth JAMES, in spite of Envy reign,  
Swaying his Sceptre peacefully: If Art  
By false Reflections; outward show doth gain,  
The end shall show, 'twas but a Mimic part.   

II.  
The Standard of his PRINCELY course, was MIND  
Ruled not by Chance, but Virtue and the train  
Of Silent Patience; which in Him refined  
Did Fates and Fortunes poisoned darts disdain.   

III.  
Thus riseth David, thus great CAESAR climbs  
To Sceptres Glory; Thus an Ark depressed:  
By stormy Waves, unto Ararat swims;  
Though to the Eye, with pregnant Sails not dressed.   

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For 〈◊〉 by Judgement being overswayed  
Will shrink, and be discarded from its Rule,  
Yea all the Trenches it, against it ●ai●'d  
Must prove a Bubble, and an empty Tool.   

V  
And if this, sometimes held in lesser bowels  
Whose active Lump, made Monarchies to start!  
It doubtless, must take place in Princely Souls,  
Where Jupiter, displays his chiefest Art.   

VI  
No wonder then, that by His constant Wit  
Great JAMES or'came all Storms which Athens could  
Blow on Miltiades; or that HE hit  
The White, without the crimson streams of blood.   

VII.  
His Soul Divine, did laugh at men's device  
And Peace contrived, when they were most for War:  
Their Practices, not them, it did despise  
From Fierceness them, and not their Rights debarr.   

VIII.  
Like Jupiter, when Giants mountains heaped  
To chase him out of his immortal Den,  
HE from their boiling blood, no vengeance reaped  
But only turned it, into milder Men.   

IX.  
Ingratitude, could not His Mind exclude  
From th' Interest of theirs: Yea, though they were  
Busy, by Fancies People to delude  
(Thus that Astraea, left her mortal Sphere   

X.  
For grief and just disdain: When Chattam groaned  
For her Preservers spotted Laurel: When  
The Chain of Tames, her Darling's fate bemoaned)  
He only strove to make them milder Men.   

XI.  
And being great, He clemently was tame  
When Fierc'ness He could use, He was but calm:  
With goodness HE did varnish Envies Frame  
Thus, to its Biter, Gilead drops Balm.   

XII.  
Hence Angeronia, is now cut off  
From fair Volupia's Altar, where she stood  
Too long: And, justly is, by Charon's staff  
Conveyed for ever to the Stygian Flood.   

XIII.  
For though great Jove, a Diamond string did make  
To knot both Joy and Sorrow; He did find  
A means whereby this Gordius to break;  
Greater than Thracian; JAMES' Princely Mind.   

XIV.  
By this the Chain is cut; by this HE sways  
His ancient Sceptre; And declares He will  
Press narrowly, His Predecessor's ways  
Supporting, Church and State established, still.   

XV.  
And now black Malice, what canst thou presage?  
Thy Fears are vain! a KING hath spoke; Recall  
He will not! Spend thy force and teeth of rage  
On thy pragmatics; But let HIM be All.   

XVI.  
None can conceive a Change, as matters stand,  
But those, that would stir up Cadmaean bowels;  
And coveting the Fatness of the Land  
Instead of Salt do harbour miry Souls.   

XVII.  
JAMES doth not scatter painted words as Thou  
Who Protheus-like, dost but for Interest change:  
He, to all Circe's Men, proclaims Adieu!  
And next to Conscience, doth his empire range.   

XVIII.  
He hat's those Flatteries, Alexander praised;  
He hat's a Posture, moulded out of frame,  
And scorns Religion by Reflection raised,  
Nay doth reject it, from his Diadem.   

XIX.  
He for Obedience to his Crown doth look  
And knows; it can with th' inward Acts agree  
Of Conscience; which, as yet HE never shook  
Nor will a Rise to any for it be.   

XX.  
Permitting Pallas to spread into Streams  
Distinct in Taste and Nature, in each Vein,  
If she but pays due tribute to the beams  
Of Jupiter, and lets Him steer the main.   

XXI.  
Thy Peace, is th' only Prize of all his toil,  
Thy Fame and greatness, is his only Thought;  
These, by new Fashions, He will not turmoil,  
He knows, such Blessings, are by Concord wrought.   

XXII.  
Hence, Loyal Heart, in such a PRINCE rejoice,  
Who leaves thee free, both right and left: whose eye  
Doth scorn a Changeling: Be glad in thy choice,  
Permitting others, to dream of their skies.   

XXIII.  
These that will gape at shadows, are but vain:  
Stick thou to Juno; And persuaded be  
Whatever, mischief, breeds a scattered brain;  
Thou'lt scape the clashings of old Centaury.   

XXIV.  
For JAMES is good, His like, no Age did know;  
Yea, though heavens would the golden Age restore,  
A better PRINCE, they never could bestow  
On Earth, nor bless it with a richer s●●●●●   

XXV.  
And now, great PRINCE; My Muse to Wishes turns  
Short of Thy Worth; yet take them as they come  
They're true: My Soul, with clear Devotion burns,  
Albeit Thy Splendour, doth my heat benumb.   

XXVI.  
Let Thy Triang'lar Kingdom be a Ring,  
In circular Proportion always spread:  
Till Lilies spin: And bowing to their King  
Inammel fearly, Rosy RUBIES bed.   

XXVII.  
Hence let Archimedes above, contrive  
That none thy pleasant Circle may outdare,  
But; if to show his powerful skill he strive,  
Then, of a Circle let him make a Square.   

XXVIII.  
Let not Narcissus, think Thee void of Power,  
For Jupiter, will by a single stroke,  
At thy request, shake Legions in an hour  
Of British Hearts, from old Dodona's Oak.   

XXIX.  
If quiet was the charm of some; 'Tis not  
Thy Mind, to wear a Crown at such a rate:  
An active Soul hath fallen to Thy Lot;  
Thy Conquests, and Thy Arm, shall make Thee great.   

XXX.  
Undaunted England is now trained to bear  
The Toils of Mars, and to improve their Arms  
To make the Cont'nent, tremble at Thy Spear,  
And make their Rocks, to shrink at Thy Alarms.   

XXXI.  
Methinks I hear Thy Warlike Captain's shout,  
I hear the Britain Lions fiercely roar,  
I see the Martial Wheel now turned about,  
And Germane Eagle, by Thy help, to soar   

XXXII.  
When Thracian Fields, shall be but chase Plains,  
Then shall Great JAMES' ammunition ground  
Become a Martial Camp; His fatal chains  
Shall bring his Captives, more than stringed; for, w.   

XXXIII.  
Great JAMES is known: His Valour many felt,  
His Courage shook both Sea and Land: His Spear  
Made Belgic Lions, trembling heart to melt  
Like Butter in the Sun, for Panic fear.   

XXXIV.  
Yea Lilies fainted without JAMES his hand,  
And were defended by His Sovereign Steel,  
Why may not they be now brought to a stand  
And be transplanted, like Navarras Wheel.   

XXXV.  
And when Thy Trumpets sound, Thy Lions roar,  
Thy Drums are beating on the Continent  
Let fair Lucina, be on th' English Shoar  
And morning Rainbow, by Lucina sent.   

XXXVI.  
Let th' first bring PRINCE'S from th' HESPERIAN Rib;  
The second, Plenty on Thy pleasant Land:  
Let HIM, whose Royal Cradle was a Crib,  
Unto them both, their Watching-word command.   

XXXVIII.  
Till Time expires, let not Thy Empire fall,  
Let JAMES his Hand all stubborn Giants shake,  
His Triumphs, may have then a Funeral  
When Water, Sky and Earth by flashes break.   

XXXVIII.  
Thus, long live JAMES and MARY great! Let Fame  
Cry loud Your Grandeur, Riches and Renown;  
Till Jove conveys You by the milky stream  
To Caesar's Soul, and Ariadne's Crown.    

AN ODE Inviting the Nymphs to congratulate the Accession to the Crown of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, of their Most Excellent Majesties, JAMES the II. and MARY His Royal Consort.  

I.  
YOU smooth Neptunian Daughters, come to shore,  
We wait on you; and do allure  
Your high Ligurian Pile.  
Let not swift Ganges, by his golden store  
Keep you secure,  
Nor PO, by whirlings, discompose your file.   

II.  
Tread on a breast, sweet Nymphs, and bring the Lyre,  
You must strike up a charming Tune,  
For JAMES and MARY are  
Newmarryed: Therefore Candour do inspire  
Into the Moon,  
And let Latona's Offspring keep the Rear.   

III.  
They Married are unto a  Crown,  
A threefold Hymen therefore sing;  
You'll here with Roses meet,  
Nor will the Thistle tear your Numbers down;  
And Ireland's string  
Will make your Harps in harmony run sweet.   

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But when you're passed the Pyrenaean Hill,  
Bring each of you a Lilies stalk,  
They hither do belong:  
By this exploit you'll all Pretences kill,  
And freely walk  
In Thames' bed, and sing an endless Song.   

V  
Repeating always, Long live Queen and King,  
Of England, Scotland, Ireland, France,  
Great MARY and Great JAMES,  
Let Caesar dare a Pompey; let His String  
Make Cockrills dance,  
And let Sequana bow to mighty Thames.   
FINIS.