A CONGRATULATORY POEM, To the High and Mighty, CZAR of Muscovy, On his Arrival in ENGLAND On Tuesday the 11th. of this Instant January, 1697/8.  

WElcome, Great MONARCH, to our happy Shore  
Proud of a Glory ne'er known here before  
What working Transports must Brave Britain show  
Blest with the PEACE, the Great NASSAW, and You  
A Peace, the greatest Gift from Heaven can Flow  
And You, the greatest Men, the World can Show  
What thronging JOYS our Smiling Lands Invade?  
At once so Happy, and so Glorious Made.  
You two, the Twins of Fate, whose powerful Work  
Subdues both MAHOMET, and the Christian TURK;  
Go on, Great SIR, pursue thy great Design  
May thy Great SOUL in equal Conquests Shine.  
Thy Glist'ning Sabre on proud Asia Gleams,  
Dazzling the Frighted TARTERS by its Beams;  
Its Conquering Steel shall to the East give Law,  
Whilst NASSAW's Sceptre keeps the West in Awe.  
Christ's firmest Pillars, and the Christians Prop  
To keep the sinking Church, and Gospel Up,  
Thy Name makes ROME reflect on Heroes Slain,  
And dread the Northern Nations once Again,  
Thy Martial North, the Loadstone of the War  
Attracting shining Steel, and Arms, Afar;  
A moderate Warmth the Births of Peace Unfold,  
But Glorious War, is Hatched and Nursed by Cold.  
But what the Sun does to thy Lands Deny,  
Is by a Native Heat supplied in Thee,  
An active Heat, which does the World Survey,  
And by its Beams, gilds Britain in the Way,  
Like Travelling Phoebus' round the World you Run,  
And thus Compel the East t'adore the Rising Sun.  
May Roman Conquests be out done by Thee  
And CZAR to more than CAESAR then extended Be.    

LONDON: Printed and Sold by J. Bradford in Little Britain, 1698.