Triumphans.  
A PANEGYRIC 〈◊〉 the KING.  

thrice mighty PRINCE, 〈◊〉 by thy Birth,  
Bellona's Glory: Splendour of the Earth.  
〈…〉 der of Bravery, and of charming Parts,  
〈…〉 t Conqueror of Kingdoms and of Hearts,  
●he famed Hero's in our Age that be,  
〈…〉 e lose their Lustre, when compared with Thee.  
〈…〉ed Peacemaker in our Bloody Wars,  
〈…〉 e Reconciler of Intestine Jars.  
〈◊〉 Martial THISTLE buds, and no more withers,  
〈◊〉 fragrant ROSE its Scent again recovers.  
〈◊〉 HARP is tuned: And valiant SIR, to Thee,  
〈◊〉 Conquering LILIES bow and humbled be.  
〈◊〉 Balance of all Europe SIR, is Yours,  
〈◊〉 Help and Shelter of oppressed Powers.  
〈◊〉 Mortal in his Veins bears nobler Blood,  
〈…〉ng from a Race, both Ancient, Great and Good,  
〈…〉 nders of our faith, to Pop'ry Foes,  
〈◊〉 Holland, Fla●ders, and all Europe knows.  
〈◊〉 ●appy ORANGE-TREE, both Branch and Root,  
〈◊〉 hath blest Briton with such cordial Fruit,  
〈◊〉 those that in the Northern World do dwell,  
〈◊〉 much refreshed by the very Smell.  
●●●ch perfumes all our European Costs,  
●●●●ugh Boreas Blasts and Hyperborean Frosts.  
〈◊〉 our own Thule, and the Orkney Isles,  
〈…〉 ound cold Russia many thousand Miles.  
〈◊〉 rare Accomplishments that shine in You,  
〈…〉 s CALEDONIA thus her Case renew.  
●ow if Great SIR, you list to lend an Ear,  
〈◊〉 a far Country, joyful News we hear,  
〈…〉 rus gently blows, and Whistling, Sings,  
〈◊〉 my sweet Gales, delicious Tidings brings.  
〈◊〉 of November, that auspicious Day,  
〈◊〉 valiant SCOTS their Colours did display,  
●he Western world, where they did meet,  
●●●●sands of Welcomes prostrate at their Feet.  
〈…〉 Sovereign Director was their Guide,  
〈…〉 ne them favoured; Earth, Seas, Wind and Tide.  
〈◊〉 Natives made their Joys ring to the Skies,  
〈◊〉 them adored as Demi-deitys.  
〈◊〉 harmless Heathens, whom through time we vow,  
〈…〉 ain good Subjects both to GOD and You.  
ANDREW our first Tutelar was he,  
UNICORN, must next Supporter be,  
CALEDONIA doth bring up the Rear,  
〈…〉 ht with brave hardy Lads, and void of Fear;  
●●lendedly equpit, and to the Three,  
Endeavour and Dolphin Handmaids be,  
〈◊〉 to these Praises, this Addition have,  
injuries they'll give, nor yet receive.  
Ships and Men commanded Sir, it's true,  
●aptains both of Sense and Honour too.  
〈◊〉 are these Youths the Scum of this our Land,  
〈…〉 n effect, a brave and generous Band.  
〈…〉 ted with thirst of Fame, and sound to have,  
〈…〉 s upon the Marbles of their Grave.  
●hough that hundreds in that Train do come,  
●●●se Virtues are eclipsed with want at Home.  
〈◊〉 ●ere their Means but equal to their Mind,  
〈◊〉 the World you should not braver find.  
●o alloy Youths rash unwary Deeds,  
〈◊〉 have their orders sent from elder Heads.  
〈◊〉 wise Senate, who Consult and Vote,  
〈◊〉 is the Companies Interest, and what not.  
〈…〉 ding Fertile Fields and Golden Mountains,  
〈…〉 th' 〈…〉 with clear 〈◊〉 〈…〉 ristal Fountains;  
Rivers, safe Bays, variety of Plants▪  
And useful Trees which our old Britain wants.  
Here grows the Nicaragua Manchionell,  
Vannileos' also, that perfumes so well.  
Our sable night is gone, the day is won,  
The SCOTS are followed with the RISING-SUN.  
The Evening crowns the Day, and what remains?  
Old ALBANY its ancient Fame regains.  
FERGUS 1st. Your brave Ancestor gave the Scots of old  
FERGUS 1st. A Lion rampant in a field of Gold.  
When he our Coat-Armorial did dispense.  
Which now is ours, in a true literal Sense.  
And can our Breasts such swelling Joys contain,  
WlLLIAM the Lion rules the SCOTS again:  
A Nation who with hearts, with hands and head,  
Will serve you, Sovereign Sir, in time of need.  
Warlike Gaustavus, and Great Charl le maigne,  
Did ne'er employ our Martial swords in vain.  
The Britons, Romans, Saxons and the Danes,  
Did all Invade Us, but with fruitless Pains.  
The treacherous Picts did oft attempt the same;  
But for Reward, lost Country, Life and Name.  
The noble Race of Douglass did excel  
In Military Glory, all can tell  
At Home, and Foreign Shores, yea, ever still,  
Of all the Surname, very few prove ill.  
The ancient graham's are brave, ●●d all confess,  
True to their Sov'raigns, chiefly in distress.  
The Danes who made our neighbouring Nation Slaves;  
Found here the Hays who beat them to their G●ave  
Kind Mantua hath never yet forgot  
Rare Creighton, called the Admirable Scot,  
Whose life shows him a Miracle of Men:  
As it is drawn by an Italian Pen.  
Wallace and Bruce, I shall not now rehearse  
Lest I offend you, Sir, with tedious Verse.  
And hundreds more of undenyed Fame,  
For Arts and Arms, whom I forbear to name:  
And as our Valour flew all Europe round,  
So now our Trade scarce both the Poles shall bond.  
If You but own us, Mighty Sir, and then  
No Devils we fear, nor yet malicious Men.  
What humane Counterplot can mar the thing,  
That is protected by Great-brittains' King.  
Our Claim is just: and so we value not  
The Brags of Spain, nor Thundrings of the Pope,  
Who may well threaten; Yet Don dare not fight,  
When he minds ‛ DARIEN, and old Eighty eight.  
Their Cruelties were Catholic indeed,  
Not Christian, to poor Indians and their Seed,  
But those they call Heretics of our Nation,  
We hope will show a meeker Reformation,  
Nor shall insulting Neighbours henceforth taunt  
The generous SCOTS, for Poverty and Want.  
Our ships through all the World shall go and come,  
Even from the Rising to the Setting Sun.  
Then shall we from the genuine Spring command,  
What now we truckle at a second hand.  
And we shall flourish by your Royal Rays,  
With Honour, Riches, and old Nestor's days:  
And ever bless our GOD, and praise our KING,  
And CALEDONIA's Triumphs gladly sing.   

No mercenary thoughts, or base design  
Of servile Flattery, made th' 〈…〉 Verse●