VERSES Humbly presented to the KING At His Arrival in HOLLAND, After the DISCOVERY Of the late horrid CONSPIRACY Against His most Sacred Person.  
By Mr. PRIOR.  
Serus in coelum redeas, diuque  
Laetus intersis populo Quirini,  
Neve te nostris vitiis iniquum  
Ocyor aura  
Tollat, hic magnos potius triumphos  
Hic ames dici pater atque Princeps,  
Neu sinas Gallos' equitare inultos  
Te duce, CAESAR.  Hor. ad Augustum. 
LONDON, Printed for Jacob Tonson, at the Judge's Head, near the Inner-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet, 1696.   

VERSES Humbly presented to the KING At His Arrival in HOLLAND: After the DISCOVERY Of the late horrid CONSPIRACY Against His most Sacred Person.  

YE careful Angels whom eternal Fate  
Ordains on Earth and humane Acts to wait;  
Who turn with secret Power this restless Ball;  
And bid determined Empires rise and fall:  
Your sacred Aid religious Princes own  
When first they merit, then ascend the Throne:  
But Tyrants dread you, lest your just Decree  
Transfer the Power, and set the People free.  
See rescued BRITAIN, at your Altars bow,  
And hear her hymns your happy care avow.  
That yet her Axes and her Rods support  
Her Judge's hand, and grace her awful Court,  
Where Law with all her pompous terror stands  
To wrest the Dagger from the Traitors hands,  
Where rigid Justice reads the fatal Word,  
Poises the Balance first, then draws the Sword.   

To your blessed guidance She her safety owns,  
That she can separate Parricides from Sons,  
And boldly give those Criminals their doom,  
Who would, like Nero, rip their Parent's womb:  
That, Death and Hell disarmed, She lives and reigns,  
Her freedom Kept by Him who broke her chains.   

And thou, blessed Guardian, destined to defend  
That Sacred Life on which all ours depend:  
Thou sure, whose charge of old was Israel's Court,  
When sent from Heaven great David's strong support,  
Thy arm unseen eluded cruel Saul,  
And struck the useless Javelin to the Wall.  
Thy later care o'er WILLIAM'S Temples held  
On Boyn's propitious Banks the heavenly Shield,  
When EUROPE pale betwixt two Armies stood,  
And trembling BRITAIN doubted to be good,  
Till Miracles did WILLIAM'S right declare,  
And Cannons marked whom they were bid to spare▪   

Still, blessed Angel, be thy care the same,  
Be WILLIAM'S Life untouched as is his Fame:  
Let Him own Thine as BRITAIN owns his Hand;  
And save the King, as He has saved the Land.   

We Angels forms in pious Monarches view,  
We reverence WILLIAM, for He acts like You;  
Like You commissioned to chastise and bless,  
He must avenge the World, and give it Peace.   

Our Prayers are heard, new Miracles are shown,  
The Powers that rescued will preserve the Throne:  
The Hero dear to Earth, by Heaven beloved,  
By troubles must be vexed, by dangers proved;  
His Foes must contribute to make Him great,  
And fix his Glory sure on their defeat.   

So tho' with sudden rage the Tempest comes,  
Tho' the Winds roar, and tho' the Water foams,  
Fair BRITAIN on the angry Sea looks down,  
And smiling sees Her Rebel Subject frown;  
Heaven in assaulting Her confirms her power,  
The Waves but whiten Her triumphant Shore;  
In vain they would advance, in vain retreat,  
Broken they dash and perish at Her feet.   

'Tis done, once more through BRITAIN's joyful Sea  
Her glorious Monarch ploughs his Prosperous way,  
Armed with those Fleets who have in thunder said  
To distant World's, whose Empire they obeyed:  
He lands, and sees united Nations stand,  
Their parts of Glory dealt by His command,  
Their glowing Breasts with fresh Ideas fired,  
How WILLIAM conquered, and how FRANCE retired,  
When fixed as Fate he stood in Namurs Field,  
Till Rocks and Floods and Fire were taught to yield,  
Till Flanders freed the Hero's arm confessed,  
But trembled for the Courage which she blest.   

He comes; pale GALLIA dreads his Arms afar,  
And bend on Parricide refuses War,  
But ' well she knows his Vengeance ne'er will tread  
Those Paths of horror which her guilt has led.  
The Trumpets Sounds shall tell the arming Foe  
When WILLIAM meditates the noble Blow,  
Before the foremost Troops in open fight  
The Hero's arm shall prove the Monarch's right.   

'Tis done, and EUROPE freed must own his hand,  
Whilst THAMES shall flow, or BRITAIN'S Empire stand.