ANGLIA GRATA: OR, A Hearty-English-Welcome TO King William AFTER A Successful Campaign  
LONDON: Printed, and are to be Sold by Richard Baldwin, near the Oxford-Arms-Inn in Warwick-Lane, 1695.   

ANGLIA GRATA: OR A Hearty-English-Welcome TO King William.  
WElcome Great Prince from the Field of Mars! from the Renowned Siege of Namur! covered with Laurels, and charged with Spoils; Victory waited only your Approach, Triumphs attend your Return, and Trophies are your Reward.  
Thrice Welcome Great Sir, to a Joyful, Gallant and Grateful Nation! Who both know and prise your Worth. You are the Joy of Our Hearts! The Delight of Our Eyes! Our Good Genius! Guardian-Angel and Tutelar Saint! Volleys of Huzza's, and Floods of Mirth are ready for your Reception; Loud Acclamations Echo every where, the Streets are filled with Nothing else; Joy sparkles in our very Eyes, and Mirth dwells in our Hearts. Your Safety and Success was the Blessing we prayed for, and we have it. All Europe is concerned for You, for You are The Soul of the Union, The Life of The League, The Darling of the Soldiers, The Delight of the Officers, and The Wonder of your Enemies. Thy Prowess was early felt in the Field, Thy Courage and thy Conduct Stupendious in themselves, were admired and owned even by the Generals in Arms against Thee, who gave a lasting Character to thy Great Name. Great in the Camp! Great in the Court! and Wondrous-Great in the Cabinet. Thy Glories Darken and Eclipse Those of Thy Haughty-Enemy, and Cloud his Achievements. Thou art the True Spur of Honour, and haste roused up the Martial-Spirit of Old- England, almost lost and extinguished in the Late Lewd and Ease and Luxury, the Constant Companions of those Times. Nature herself speaks loud for you, New Prodigies appear; Whales leave the Sea, and come to thy Happy Land; New-Stars in our Horizon presage Thy Future Greatness; New-Prophets arise and confirm the same; Heaven and Earth, all the Four Elements Concur; New Poets adorn Thy Reign, and Celebrate Thy Praises, which shall be as long and lasting as Time itself! New Songs are daily made in Honour of thy Illustrious Actions; Oracles are not ceased, which Predict the Blessings thou givest the World; the Age of Miracles is returned, of True Ones too! No Cheats, or Impostures offered, all Natural and Genuine! Wondrous Things hast thou performed, but Greater yet remain behind, for thy Hand and thy Head to Complete; Great is the Care of Heaven over Thy Life, destined to Uncommon Acts! All the World resounds with what is past, Europe is too Narrow and Confined, the whole Globe alone has but space enough!  
And Thou Great Apollo, inspire me at this Time with Raptures, with Elevated Thought and Lofty Speech. The Theme itself admits no Common-Words or Expressions; 'Tis Godlike! All Divine! The Ancient Heroes all come short of Thee! Great William! though Fame and Merit pronounce Them truly Great. Alexander and Caesar if here, would cry and blush indeed, as they are both said to have done, one for the Smallness of the World, and t'other for being so Old without a Name; Their Laurels would whither, and Yours, Great Sir, only remain Green: How Beautiful and Bright will your Glory stand in the Annals of Time! It needs no History to Embellish it; each Campaigne brings Fresh Fame, and gives Renown above the Power and Reach of Words! Thy Actions speak thee Great! and are the Best and Truest Heralds, the Clearest and Loudest-Trumpets. No Luscious Lying-Poetry, or Base-Court or Town-Flattery, are required to varnish o'er thy Story. The Simplest Colours and Plainest Words will do it best; and the Hearts of thy Subjects and thy Foreign Friends will be the Truest Tables, and Fairest Books. Your Glories, Great Monarch, are Unspotted, and Unfullied, not the least Tincture of Violence, Oppression, or Injustice appears on Them; They are Virgin-White, Pure, and without Blemish. Such Mighty Merits without Alloy, draw all Tongues, all Pens, all People, all Nations, both Sexes, and all Ages, the Present and the Future, to admire Great William.  
What a Glorious Pattern have you set! what a Royal-Example have you given! which to imitate will be difficult, but to come up to, almost Impossible. Your Sun is not yet arrived to his Meridian, but Lewis' is long since past that Point, and hastens apace to the Western-World. He has already survived his Glory, and outlived his Good-Fortune, and now declines apace, will fall unpitied, unlamented, and unrevenged: He loaded with Curses, and You, Royal Sir, crowned with Praises, both at Home and Abroad. He Stinks and Putrifies, even while Alive, Your very Dust will smell sweet, beyond the Noblest Perfume. He Destroys, and you Preserve. He Murders, and you keep Alive. He Robs his Neighbours, and you make him Restore. Your Great and Immortal-Ancestor, William the First, Your Great-Grand-Father, laid the Foundation of, and Established a Mighty Commonwealth, and broke the Heart of the Spanish Pride and Ambition, and ruined (with the kind Help of your Renown'd-Female-Predecessor) all his Pretensions to Universal Empire. And you, Great Prince, are destined by Heaven to Preserve that very Republic, and all Europe too, from their insulting Neighbour, that in this Age threatened no less than the Austrians in the Last, both alike deceived. You are the Bulwark of Europe, the Ne plus ultra to the Spaniards and French, Those Stiff Contenders for more than comes to their share, The Fifth Monarchy. If ever Prince merited such an ample. Extent of Territory, surely King William has bid the Fairest for it, Has most Suffrages, and seems to be intended for no less: At least, thus much may be pronounced, and which will really be a greater Honour, Your Majesty has it in your Royal Hand, to give a Happy and Welcome Peace to all Europe, which will more Embellish your Name and Character, than the Conquest of a New or an Absolute Dominion over the Old World.  
To enumerate Thy Virtues and Victories, Mighty Monarch, would be to write the History of Thy Matchless Life, fit only for the Pen of an Angel, or at lest something more than Human, Who can penetrate into the very Recesses of Thy Soul, and communicate to Us thy Faithful Subjects the Beauties of it.  
'Twill exceed the Limits of a Panegyric, to dwell upon this Glorious Theme, which would soon swell into a Volume, 'tis so transporting; The Subject itself warms all Loyal Grateful-Hearts, that are sensible what Great Things the King has done for Us: He has outgone the Famed- Henry's and Brave- Edward's too! Those Gallant Princes, that stand so fair in English-Annals, that carried their Victorious Arms into the very Heart of France, and received the Gallique-Crown at Paris.  
The Famed Battles of Seneffe, Mons, the Boyne and Landen, are True Testimonies of thy Undaunted Courage, which was Invincible, though surrounded with Enemies, and charged with Trible the Number of thy Troops. The Spirit of Great William appeared every where, from the Right to the Left, in the Front and the Rear, penetrating through, and inspiring the whole Army, from the General to the Centinel, diffused all o'er the Mighty Body was thy Native Warmth; Thy very Enemies pronounced Thee Insuperable.  
Straits and Difficulties though to others Formidable, You, Royal Sir, have vanquished and broke through; and though you have been environed with many and mighty ones, both at Home and Abroad, e'er since You drew Your Sword, and appeared in Arms, in Field of Mars, yet Nothing was too hard for You to cope with. Your Constancy of Mind is not to be shaken, the same in Adverse-Fortune as when she Smiles; Your Patience above Price, and Your Resolution .  
What Barrs and Remora's have you not met with, and removed? Have Cemented different Opinions, Religions, Politics and Interests, and made 'em all one: Supplying the Weakness and Defect of some Members, with the Strength and Ability of Others; The Greatest and Most Skilful, nay, and Successful too, State-Physician in the Universe.  
That Glorious Union now in Europe, so Terrible and Boding to the Bourbon-House, You, Great Sir alone, have happily Conducted and Continued against all the Efforts of France, which, nor her Power, Artifice or Gold could e'er dissolve: Well may we call thee Blessed! Great! Good and Just! 'Tis you alone have baffled all the Gallique Engines, and this Themselves are forced to own.  
The Stopping the Victorious Arms of France, in the Former as well as Present War, the Stemming that Impetuous Tide of Conquest, and snatching the Laurels from the Greatest Generals of the Age, at the Head of the best Troops in the World, was surprising and amazing, and this with Men Undisciplined and Raw, without Officers or Soldiers, and at a Time so Fatal, when Civil-Commotions invade the State, and Threaten naught but Ruin: The Balm you brought Sir, healed all these Wounds, Foreign and Intestine; You restored Private-Peace and Public too! You Faced your Foes in Field of Battle, repelled 'em, and regained the Lost Provinces!  
But above All, and beyond Compare, was the Stupendious Revolution here at Home! How Swift Great Prince, You flew to Our Rescue! How soon you came to Guard Us from Bondage and Destruction! Saved Our Religion and Our Laws, Those Inestimable Jewels, and with the Hazard of Your Royal Person, bravely contending with Winds and Waves, Ice and Snow! Your Hand alone preserved Us from Impendent Danger, When You Our Glorious Sun appeared, Our Foes soon Fled, quitted the Sacrifice, though near the Altar, and ran in Confusion.  
Scotland and Ireland own their Peace and Plenty to You, Rebels and Foreigners expelled and gone, nought resists Your Conquering Hand, Victory proud of Your Presence, only wants to see you, and Fortune herself, as blind as she is thought, can find the Head fit only for Laurels, can distinguish True from False-Merit, and extend her Rewards; The Tribute she brings and Lays at your Royal Feet, is but Your Due.  
But what shall the English Nation return for Your Bounties and Royal Residence, for the Graces and Blessings that issue from Your Sacred Breast? For thy Strong Arm that Defends and Protects them against their Cruel and Voracious Neighbour. Monuments shall be erected to thy Goodness, and to perpetuate thy Name and History, more Costly and more Durable, than ever yet were seen: Gold is too Mean, too Base, and too Cheap for thy Statue; Pearl and Diamonds too Common and Contemptible to be employed therein. New Metals and more Refined, more Beautiful and more Lasting, will meet a Discovery for thy sake alone. All England shall contribute to the Work, and Express their Gratitude by their Generosity.  
The Senate is Impatient to let You into their Bosom, and thence to their Purses opened wide for your Service; New Honours are Decreed You, greater than Rome could ever give, or Caesar receive. All Hearts are Open, all Bags Untied, all Treasuries Expanded to express their Joy and Duty; More shall be given than Demanded; Supplies readily Voted, and early Levied, all swiftly dispatched to render Your Next-Campaigne the more Complete. All Things shall concur to your very Wishes, and Your Majesty shall have Fresh Experience of Our Loyalty and of Our Gratitude.  
Italy the once Renowned Mistress of the Universe, sends forth thy Eulogies, and by their Ambassadors Court Thy Alliance, and value Thy Friendship beyond all the Worlds; They own their Obligations to Thy Conduct and Assistance, with Thy Formidable Fleets and Powerful Armies, they have regained Cazal, the Enemy's Strongest Frontier, and almost expelled the Fluttering- French out of their Paradise: Such Huge Navies were never heard of in Their Seas; The Sovereign Pontife Himself stood amazed at the Report of Their Approach, sent his Compliments to the Admiral, and ever since has slighted Monsieur. The Rich and Mighty Duke of Florence, soon saw his True-Interest, and Embraced it; The State of Genoa Huffed and Scorned by France in Former Times, though lately much caressed, now nor Fears nor Values her Menaces, Slights her Amity, and Addresses K. William. The Venetian Republic politicly applies in Time to Thee, by her Envoys, and though deep in French Interests, yet seems to abandon all, and hastens to be a Party in this Happy Conjunction. Thy Royal-Armada has wrought more Real-Wonders, than the Popish-Female-Virgin e'er could on That side, who deaf to all their Prayers, could bring them no Assistance: But on the Opposite Coasts, what Mighty Miracles has Thy Navy not produced? Taught Civility to the Wild, the Barbarous and Unrefined; The Moors Themselves Admire Thy Prowess, Adore Thy Person though Distant, call Thee more than Man, and Little Less than God Oft have they felt the English Power, and heard Their Cannon roar, but never yet so Great a Force United: Africk's Amazed, hasts to Thy Feet, and begs Thy Protection.  
Spain thy Ancient-Enemy pays Thee Adorations more than Human, Flies for Refuge to Thy Arms; No more pretends to be Invincible, but gives That to Thee; Her Power is lost by Sea and Land, Her Navy dwindled into Galleys, and Those almost to Cock-boats, no longer Formidable, Calls for Thy Royal Hand, and there alone can meet her Safety; Swallowed in Part by her Devouring Neighbour, rescued by Thee: At thy Fleets-Approach, her Enemies sneaked away, Left her Ports, and hastened to Their Own, and there lie locked up, nor dare to peep Abroad, resign Dominion all to Thy Prevailing Hand; Their Barricado's and Their Booms, Their Chains and Forts hardly can secure 'em; and thus Confined and Pris'ners-like, they lie in Harbour. New Courage comes to Spain, warms her Drooping-Spirits, and bids her March to Glory; Inspired by her Friends, she gains New-Life, Flies to Arms, and beats her Foes; her very Peasants are Victorious o'er the French, defeat their Parties, than their Bodies, force 'em to abandon almost all they gained, and this before their Army takes the Field.  
Persia and China are no Strangers to thy Prowess; Whites, Blacks and Tawneys, all hear thy Fame; the World's Remotest Ends rehearse Thy Name, Thy Sword reaches o'er all the World; Whole Colonies of thy Enemies at once are rooted out in Canada no more pretend to fooling there; America calls Thee Lord alone, forgets the French, and quite disowns Them; resigns her Wealth to thy Industrious Subjects, and Courts their Commerce.  
Flanders owes her Salvation only to Thy Arms; long since had she been swallowed up, a Morsel only, a Luscious-bit for Lewis; she pays Thee Equal-Honours with the Spanish Kings, Calls Thee her Protector, forgets her Ancient Jealousy and Inbred Enmity, knows her Ruin was designed by France, by Thee Preserved, Supported and Defended; lays all her Angry Sentiments aside, and courts Thy Saving Hand; and though thy Ancestors reduced her Haughty Brow, restored Religion, Law and Liberty, taught her the best of Virtues, Humility: Yet You, Great Prince, are now the only Prop can bear her up; sunk as she was, she pierks her Head, and by Your Influence receives New-Life, and hopes again to bid for Empire; Worried almost to Death by her Unruly Neighbour, is rescued by Thy Potent-Hand alone. The Austrian-Eagles Tower aloft, Revive by your Assistance, and keep at Distance Infidels, and French, the Worse o'th' Two, by Thy Successes the Frontiers of Germany are secured.  
Thy Native Holland by thee preserved alone, screened from their Raging Foe, and sheltered from all Future Harms, pay their most Hearty Thanks, and own the Debts too great to be discharged in whole, the Interest only can be spared, the rest shall all be faithfully made up by their Descendants, who with Duty and with Gratitude, shall all declare thy Worth. 'Twas you, Great Sir, that stemmed the Tide, that startled all the World; the Flood of Power and Gallique-Force, was brought to stand at Bay by You; the Dutch took Breath, and banished all their Fears; and though the Blows were smart and heavy, amazing and destructive, repeated o'er and o'er, yet soon they were returned; a Change was wrought, and all by your Commanding Hand; Your Breast was the Cabinet and the Treasure too! Your Councils animated the Drooping State! Your Presence in the Field was an Army, and made Troops though in Themselves Feeble, soon Formidable: And that which damped all ordinary Courage, gave more heat to Thine; the Difficulty of the Enterprise, was but an Earnest of the Success; You changed the Scene, and made 'em scorn the Thoughts of Peace, to which they had lent an Ear, though neither Safe nor Honourable: 'Twas You, Brave Prince, that was resolved to hazard all, fall with the Cause, nobly expire in Honour's-Bed, rather than submit to Terms so Infamous, so Base, and so Destructive toward the True-Interest of your Native-Land, of which you were the Sole and Valiant Guardian, Tender of Their Liberty and Their Trade. The People all inspired by Thee, resumed fresh Vigour, and were sure Thy Name alone would them Preserve, that 'twas the Virtue of thy Great-Fore-Father formed their State, and Yours was destined to recover it; And this You did, Immortal Sir; and now again, when France Pretends to Insult her Peaceful Neighbours, You beard the Monster, force him recoil, and think of Peace in Time; and to that End, all Parties, all Interests are engaged, no Stone unturned to gain his Aim, but all in vain; the Allies are now too weary grown, to be seduced again by his smooth and false Pretensions of Amity; he must Restore, give up the Towns and Provinces which he unjustly seized, and yet detains: The Sword will make him do it; No Faith can be allowed him, His Honour and his Word are pawned and broke long since; His Oaths and Vows were made in Jest, and so not worth the keeping; The Present Union now in Europe, promises Great-Good, and Threatens France more than ever; She Trembles at the Prospect so doleful and so hideous; her Force abates, her Strength and Heat declines apace, her Treasures low, her Commerce lost, and all make way for Ruin; all the World combine to strip her of her Borrowed Plumes, and make her only France herself, a Land of Beauty, Wealth, and all that's good, but now Reduced, Destroyed, and near abandoned by her Prince's Pride and Cruelty; all must be Sacrificed to his Flaming Glory, the Subjects Blood and Treasure too little to assist; and this alone has been the Attractive of Their Neighbours Hate, England, Holland, Germany, Spain and Italy Unite against Him, resolve to Humble and Abase him, and return their Rights to all the Injured Princes; and these Designs are Great and Noble, and hasten on apace to be Effected. What Shifts Poor Lewis makes to oppose his Angry Foes are plain to all the World; he drains his People's Pockets, and has Taxed no less than Three of Four which We call Elements, Fire, Earth and Water, all submit, and so must Air to his Long Arm, but that it cannot be confined. The Gallique-Church is Moody, Grumbles at the Long Continuance of the War, Appeals are sent to Rome, where French-Interest falls, when it can no longer be supported by French-Coin; That Godly Court is very Greedy; Avarice and Pride attend the Place; Point d' Argent, Point d' Grace. No Money you must have no Favour. A Happy Juncture of Affairs! Good Omens, Sure Prognostics of Future Good Success. The Glorious Campaign is almost near an End, and the Court of France in Pain for the Approaching, which menaces much deeper Wounds, bids 'em prepare for Fire and Sword. 'Twas They began the Sport, and if my Skill deludes me not, they will receive their due. The Gallique Crown gins to totter, and Lewis shakes in's Throne, Amazed to think that all his Perjuries, his Rapines and Oppressions are now a coming straight to him: The Just Reward of all his Barbarous Acts is near at Hand, almost within his View; a State deplored he Feels, his Sentiments are all chagrin, he must for ever lose hopes of Empire, all his Glory and his Flattring-Honour, are now enveloped in the Clouds; The Rising Sun no more shall be his Motto; He blazes, and he glares more like the Western Light, appears no more in this Horizon.  
And now Great William, the Tribute of all Loyal Hearts lies at Thy Royal-feets, With Open-Arms We meet Thee, and with Thanks we load Thee. The Stupendious Siege of Namur Crowns Thy Fame, and speaks Thee Wondrous-Great; The Manly, Fair and Martial Taking of the Place, Inch by Inch, with Sword in Hand, and Hearts of Temper high as Steel; No Gold, No Treachery, No Artifice was used (like France) to hedge in Towns; but what resounds more high, Relief though threatened, came too late, yet had the Pleasure all to View the Place surrendered to their Foes; of Evidences no less than a Hundred Thousand all in Arms, nor dared to strike a Stroke to Save it; the Fate of Flanders and of France the same.  
For This, Mighty Sir, all Europe stands engaged to Your Happy-Conduct; All the World admires 〈◊〉 Your Bravery, and Gratulates Your Success: Thy very Enemies own thy Merit. Unborn Babes are obliged to Thy Sword, which is now cutting out Peace and Prosperity to usher them into the World; Blessings fit only to Adorn Thy Godlike Reign; the Result of all thy Cares and Hazards so frequently repeated for Our Sakes; for which we all Huzza, Long Live King WILLIAM the Third.  
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