A POEM ON ENGLAND'S HAPPINESS.  

IN vain, did Heaven it's Miracles produce,  
When man would put them to no Pious Use:  
In vain the Deity, our Good designed,  
When-self-will'd man, was otherwise inclined:  
Bliss from above, but to no purpose flows,  
When men will stubbornly the Bliss oppose:  
In vain the Heaven's does man with Good Caress,  
When man resisteth his own Happiness:  
Unconstant man, that for uncertain Noise,  
Would ha zar'd all the Good he now enjoys;  
And but to satisfy inbridled Will,  
Would change a present Good, for future Ill;  
Who, when a God-like Monarch does Command,  
In the hard Rule of this unworthy Land;  
A God-like Monarch, who beyond what we  
Have merrited from such great Dignity:  
His Virtue in abundant measure shew'd,  
By winking at our black Ingratitude,  
Whilst with a Bounty, scarce heard of before,  
He offers to increase our blessings Store.  
The brutish Land, so strangely does reject,  
The Good we might from such a King expect:  
In meager stubbornness they'd rather live,  
Then on the Canaan of his Bounty thrive;  
We like the Jews, when the supreme Power,  
Did down from Heaven, his pleasant Manna shower;  
With Envy murmur, and shall murmur on,  
till Heaven it's Pestilential Wrath sand down;  
And by Affliction, teach us how to prise  
The Manna of our first Felicities;  
And if it's Goodness should at last restore,  
The Bliss we might have well enjoyed before;  
remembering the Ill, we did ourselves Create,  
Should prudently avoid our former Fate:  
So an Old master, by Tempest split  
Upon a Rock, again remembers it,  
And with a dear bought Skill will turn aside  
From the vast Danger, he before had tried:  
But senseless England, to itself unkind,  
Will thwart the Happiness the Heaven's designed;  
would dally with the Fire, and tempt the flamme,  
That onee had like to have consumed it's Frame;  
With matchless boldness, would that Seal repass,  
In which, the beauteous iceland shipwrecked was,  
Would once more handle these injurious Arms;  
by which she had received so many Harms.  
Self-vexing Nation, when all things agree,  
To make thy Sum up of Felicity  
Thou, only thou, with a a malicious Hand,  
Against thy own Advantages wilt stand  
ill-natured People, who, when they may taste  
Of every Fruit, within that Compass placed:  
Contemn the proffer and with lustful Eyes,  
To th' Top of the forbidden three will rise,  
Or possess all, or none of Paradise:  
Remember England, how thy Giddy Zeal,  
For the Supporting of the Common-Weal,  
Did wilfully your own enthraldom Seal;  
And is't so long you wore the Chains you would,  
Again, go under such a servitude.  
O! rather change your purpose and consent,  
To the Compleation of thy own content;  
Sincerely weigh your interest, and youl find,  
Each honest Subject of another mind,  
Will alter thoughts, and not with stubborn Pride,  
But humble Loyalty be beautified.  
Ah! Happy iceland, if thou coud'st it know,  
Or wouldst be satisfied in being so.  
Oh! Happy Islle, in thy Luxuriant Land,  
And in Great JAMES, who does o'er that Command,  
Like the Meridian Sun, he does dispense,  
o'er all the Soil, his fruitful influence;  
Unclouded let him shine, with glorious Rays,  
dispel those Fogs that would eclipse his Face.  
While strengthened with the Vigour of his heat,  
We learn of him to be sincerely great,  
And better Humours from his influence get:  
So shall the Land be truly blessed, He Reign  
For our Protection, we his Rights maintain.    

This may be Printed,  
R. P. February the 22th. 1686.   

LONDON; Printed for G. P. 1686.