A PANEGYRIC TO HIS EXCELLENCY RICHARD Earl of TIRCONNELL.  By ALBERTUS WARREN. 

RIse Muse! and quickly too; for all delay  
Looks like a sullen crime, Time slides away:  
The Tritons smile, and Neptune has conveyed  
Our Prince, for whom we passionately prayed.  
Dress not thy Lines in painted florid stuff,  
Stolen from the Ancients Store: Thanks are enough  
For Heaven. 'Tis dangerous these Critic days  
To steer 'twixt Flattery and deserved Praise.  
He, who, between those two Points, truly knows  
To S●il, securely like a Workman Rows.  
〈…〉 traverse in a Circular.  
Lest Tilting, and too rudely, unaware,  
I step too far; Wisdom co●sists with Fear,  
Which made the Gods at first, as some men say,  
Whom to adore; Man's Reason taught the way.  
So, Cathol●ck I am, I boldly d●re  
Think Ireland's Angel truly Tutelar.  
Did Royal JAMES inspire in giving Power  
To brave TIRCONNELL in a happy hour:  
The Guilty only are surprised to see  
His due Reward for constant Loyalty.  
Such a commanding Presence does reside  
In him, '●is wholly Natural, not Pride.  
Ciphers when added (though alone appear  
For Nought) advance the Sum, the Figure's here;  
And so significant, that I dare say,  
None will uneasy be who will obey.  
'Tis Virtue solely which secures the Just;  
Men must suspect those whom they dare not trust.  
But his brave Soul cannot at all despise  
These Converts, which in season will be wise.  
The bravest Men when they have greatest Might,  
By Condescension often conquer Spite.  
He that's above all Censure fears no thrust:  
From Emulation, nor from vulgar Dust.  
Trees shaken by the loud tempestuous Wind,  
Surer fixation radically find!  
He's barbarously void of Christian Sense,  
Who questions oft Protected Innocence  
Even to a Miracle, by friendly, Jove,  
'Tis the Heart only makes Heaven prone to Love.  
Cowards are most vindictive; Frauds reside  
In narrow Breasts; the Ancient Martyrs died;  
As Stoical, as Brutus; the pretence  
Of dark and young passive Obedience  
Was angry Calvin's Forge: Give me the pure  
And willing Duty, that will Peace assure.  
We're blest with one in this auspicious day.  
Who knows as well to Govern as Obey.  
Long may he live and wield the Sword, and then,  
(When Canonised) enjoy a lasting Pen:  
Mean time, what's here in Wit defective, I  
With future awful reverence will supply:  
He who misguided fails in time to do  
The like, is impious and silly too;  
For sure good Subjects are obliged to bring  
Respects for him, so honoured by the King:  
A King to whom no mortal man denies  
The Character of Valiant, Good, and Wise;  
The best of Friends, in whom does fully shine  
The mature Glory of the Norman Line.  
For him succeeding Chronicles shall raise  
Worthy Memoires, and Pyramids of Praise.    

DUBLIN: Printed by Joseph Ray on Colledg-green, 1686.