A Pindarique ODE, ON THEIR Royal Highnesses HAPPY RETURN FROM SCOTLAND AFTER HIS Escape at Sea.  
LONDON, Printed by A. Godbid and J. Playford for Jos. Hindmarsh at the Sign of the Black Bull near the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill, 1682.   

A Pindarique Ode.  

I.  
WIth the same joy( those poor deserted men  
On Greenland-shore beholded the Sun again  
After being left a prey  
To Night, wild Beasts, and all devouring Sea)  
Forth from our dark Recesses are we come,  
Illustrious Prince to bid Thee welcome home,  
And at thy Feet ourselves and wishes lay:  
Long hath the could congealed North been blessed  
With thy warm Beams, which have dissolved each breast,  
And melted down with Art,  
Each Frozen and Rebellious Heart,  
Then bound them up in bands of Love, and Loyal Interest.   

II.  
Since Thou wert there,  
The savage High-lands like a Court appear,  
So civil, so obliging ever● where;  
Thus Rome of old was famed  
When afric She, and barbarous Scythia tamed,  
But 'twas her Arms subdued: Whilst unto Thee  
( Without th' enforcement of thy Sword)  
Each stubborn Rebel bows the Knee,  
Thy only presence gains a Victory,  
And every place fresh laurels doth afford,  
As if with Caesar Thou  
Hadst nothing more to do,  
Then come, and see, and overcome us too.   

III.  
As when some lusty Bridegroom doth attend  
That happy minute shall his joys complete,  
And sighing thinks that Day will never end,  
Whose envious hours debarrs his hopes to meet  
In the Embraces of the Genial Sheet:  
So every minute did an hour seem,  
Each hour a Day, each Day an Age, whilst we  
Only enjoyed Thee in a Dream,  
Like sleeping Virgins in Loves ecstasy:  
Plebeian Souls, who know no difference  
Between a Peasant and a Prince,  
Like Aesop's dunghill Cocks are only born  
To prise a single Barly-Corn  
Beyond the richest gem,  
And yet  
Each known and able Artist thinks it fit  
To Adorn some mighty Princes Diadem:  
So our great Monarch who doth move  
In the sublimest sphere, above  
Such vulgar Orbs, knows how to value Thee,  
whilst in his Breast thou shalt a relic be  
Of Honour, and untainted Loyalty.   

IV.  
When the gigantic Sons of Earth,  
( Who from the Chaos first took Birth)  
heaped Hills on Hills, and Rocks and Mountains threw  
Against Heaven's Battlement,  
The Gods a while sat smiling for to view  
Their fond intent,  
And then at once their forked Thunder sent,  
Which head-long driven to Hell that impious Crew:  
Thus when the hare-brained Sons of Ignorance did  
Level their Darts of Envy at thy Head,  
Thou with a generous disdain  
didst view that giddy train,  
And thy own single Virtue didst oppose  
Against thy raging Foes:  
So fixed and solid Rocks when Boreas Raves,  
With silent scorn repel th' invading ways.  
But when more insolent they grew,  
And Mountains of reproaches threw,  
When they did rear  
Rocks of Rebellion in the Air,  
And pure Religion by the Roots did tear:  
At once Thou didst thy Princely rage let go,  
At once their Malice over-throw,  
And head-long them, and their black Crimes hast sent,  
To howl in Regions of Despair, and Flames of Discontent.   

V.  
Ah! rash and inconsiderate Phaeton,  
What made thy fond desire  
So much aspire,  
To guide the flaming Char'ot of the Sun?  
It would have safer been,  
If with the Golden mean,  
The Lower Orbs thou hadst surveyed,  
And let thy Father his own Day have swayed:  
Well knew his fiery Coursers how to trace  
Those usual Paths of Light,  
Which through the Mornings Gates with wonted place,  
lead them to Thetis cooling Streams at Night,  
But when thy feeble hand no more  
Their fury could restrain, then they  
Through Seas of Clouds sought their forbidden way,  
And numerous Worlds of distant stars survey,  
stars only known to Gods themselves before,  
Whilst the whole Heavens with threatening Flames do roar:  
Jove from on high  
beholded the scorching Earth, and flaming Sky,  
Jove shook the World with Thunder: but dismayed;  
The Youth shrunk in his Guilty Head,  
And now too late,  
Laments his daring Crime, and wretched Fate;  
But all in vain his rashness he doth own,  
For from his glorious Height he tumbled down,  
Quitting at once his Life and Hopes, together with a Throne.   

VI.  
Yet we have seen thy Head Great JAMES out-brave  
The thundering Cannon, when the Neighbouring shore  
Affrighted stood to hear those Monsters roar,  
As wondering what the God of War would have,  
whilst unconcerned, as if thou didst command  
The sole great Empire both of Sea and Land,  
Like Jove amid his Thunders thou hast stood,  
Disposing Fate,  
Then swum to Victory through a Sea of Blood,  
Commanding her upon thy Sword to wait;  
So marched Alcides to his 〈…〉  
He conquered, so return'd again,  
As when from battle our great Admiral came,  
covered with laurels, and inrich't by famed;  
Only in this, Jove's Off-spring is out-done,  
Thou hast beyond his Ne Plus Ultra gone,  
Since thy more glorious Trophies be  
As on the Land erected on the Sea.   

VII.  
But Aged Neptune views with jealous Eyes  
His growing Glory, and in passion cries:  
Now Jove defend the Empire of your skies,  
The World's too little grown  
For his great Mind,  
Nor will it be confined  
Within the limits of our Liquid Throne,  
How oft with furious Keels hath he  
ploughed up the Foaming Billows of the Sea?  
Riding in Triumph, whilst his daring Prow  
Knocks at Heaven Gates, then tilts at Hell below,  
And all our silent Subjects of the Main  
Swim round, as proud they can augment his Train;  
But he shall know what e're his power's on Land,  
We in our watery Kingdoms will command:  
This said, his aweful Trydent he doth shake,  
The Seas do roar, but gentle Rivers quake,  
And in their Channels shrowd,  
whilst from a sullen Cloud  
Unruly Boreas raves,  
And Troops of nimble Winds do wing Battalions of the Waves.  
Thus armed the Trytons Sound a Charge, when all  
Th' imbattell'd Surges on the hero fall,  
The mighty Waves, like mighty Hills appear,  
Yet his bold Course he thorough them doth steer,  
Looks on the danger, but disdains the fear.   

VIII.  
Yet brave Obryan, and great Roxborough fell,  
With Valiant Hopton, Douglas, hide and Hume,  
Who all deserved a Nobler Fate and Tomb:  
But yet in vain ye mighty Billows swell,  
Since 'twas their choice, not you which made them fall,  
As willing Victims to their Admiral:  
Heaven viewed the enraged Sea,  
Their generous danger, and their piety,  
Heaven smiled to think that they  
Would rob the envious Waters of their prey,  
And through those traceless paths to bliss would find their way,  
whilst with a shout they mount the Sky,  
And as they cut the Ambient Air  
Look from on high  
Upon the DUKE, the Subject of their Cor●●  
Whom seeing safe,  
The happy Souls at angry Neptune laugh,  
And then with Songs of Triumph, take their flight  
Into blessed Mansions of Eternal Light:  
But Royal YORK, do thou in safety go,  
( Guarded by Angels free from harms)  
To Loves desired Port, thy lovely Consorts Arms:  
And thou O bark which dost include him, know,  
Thou carriest Caesar, and his Fortune too.   

IX.  
Amongst those happy Spirits that looked down  
From the arched Skys Carulean Throne,  
Th' exalted Soul of Cowley did descend,  
Cowley to learned Scarbrough still a friend,  
From whose inspired numbers he  
Hath reached( whilst mortal) immortality,  
And if we passion may ascribe  
To those who dwell above,  
Of all that bright, and blessed Celestial Tribe,  
His Vehicle was most composed of Love,  
Whilst with his wonted Raptures thus he sues,  
To wise Apollo Patron of his Muse:  
Father of Light, O Phoebus, dear  
To Gods, and Men, look down and see  
Thy Son, thy Aesculapius in despair,  
oppressed and lost if not releiv'd by thee;  
Scarbrough, whom famed doth Natures Darling call,  
For he hath found and knows her secrets all,  
From lofty Cedars to sweet hyssop on the Wall  
He in Arts mysterious maze  
Hath discovered various ways,  
Only: known to Gods before:  
Whom poor Mortals think to be  
Some compassionate Deity,  
Sent down enfeebled Nature to restore.  
Some gracious Act then of deliverance sand,  
And save thy Son, and save thy Cowley's Friend.   

X.  
He spoken, the God inclined his sacred head,  
And with a smile confirmed, what his great Prophet said,  
Then with his richest Rays,  
He gilds seraphic Cowley's Bays,  
And as a farther Signal of his Love,  
Himself descends, and doth the Waves reprove,  
The winds ●nto their wonted Caves retire,  
The trembling Waves fly from his scorching fire,  
Rocks sweat for fear, and each devouring Sand  
Dreads his reproof, and waits on his command;  
The God now stops his foaming Team,  
And from his Radiant Char'●t draws a Beam,  
Which like a Plank in seeming form he darts,  
Which Plank became the saving Ark, to Learning and the Arts.   

XI.  
Forbear my Muse, let tragic Scenes alone,  
And turn to yonder silver Cloud, whereon  
A Brace of harmless Doves,  
traced to a bright aetherial Throne,  
Do gently draw the Queen of Beauty down,  
Attended by a thousand little Loves:  
'Tis not the Cytherean Dame,  
That frothy Beauty of the Sea,  
Whose known, but subtle Arts,  
Engender in our hearts  
None but a loose and wanton flamme,  
Worthy of such a Deity,  
But all the Goddesses in One are here:  
She's chased with Pallas, with Minerva wise,  
Venus 'tis true doth on her Cheeks appear,  
But Juno's Majesty shines through her Eyes,  
Virtues and Graces round about her move,  
There's music in the motion of her treads;  
Hugging his happy fate, the God of Love  
In triumph( chained with smiles) She Captive leads,  
Who since YORK's Lovely duchess graced our Shore,  
His once admired Psyche Courts no more.   

XII.  
See, manned by her great Admiral she is come,  
Laden with such a Blessing home,  
As doth surmount our joy,  
And with a happy Omen speaks the Princely Boy:  
Heaven grant him live,  
Our wonted Peace, and Glory to discursive,  
And by a just renown,  
Within its Lawful Center fix the Crown:  
Then smile Great Britain's Genius once again,  
And Musick's Daughters lofty numbers sing,  
Let every Beauteous nymph and Amorous Swain,  
The greatful Tribute of affection bring,  
Only let Impious men  
That happy Birth contemn,  
( As once they did the Ark) which will give end  
To all our Fears, doth all our hopes portend:  
Then let Caballing Discontents beware,  
And know, whatever their pretensions are,  
Heaven will of Princes and their Thrones take care,  
Since none but Gods to Govern Worlds are fit,  
And those whom they as Substitutes admit.   
FINIS.