An HEROICAL panegyric, Humbly Dedicated to the Reverend Father in God, GILBERT, Lord Bishop of Salisbury.  
By Mrs. A. M.  
IL VOSTRO ●ALIGVA●E NO● GIOVA NULL●  printer's or publisher's device  
LONDON: Printed for Richard Baldwin, near the Black Bull in the Old-Bailey. 1689.   

An Historical panegyric, &c.  

HAIL Reverend Prelate both of Church and State,  
Who bravely hast out-brav'd the Shocks of Fate;  
Rome, and her Seniors of the greatest famed,  
Dread your Applause, and Tremble at your Name:  

And yet they Court you with a Curling Brow,  
amazed they stand, and Wonder what you do  
To Awe the World, and Charm each Monarch too;   
With Sheba's Queen they flock to hear and see  
The Maxims of Divine humanity;  
Your famed's admired, and your Works adored,  
By every Senate worshipped as a God;  
So sweet, so soft's your style, authentic too,  
Plato himself, is at a loss in you;  
Who darest pretend to writ your Character?  
Not Dryden, no; nor all the Muses dare:  
Your Merits are too Great for Cowley's Pen,  
And what I aim at, wants a Nobler Strain.  
With humble Patience you the Stroke endured,  
Which Silence, and your Death at once procured,  
Had not propitious Stars prevented all,  
And gave your Doom, a Doomer's fatal Fall;  

When forced by Malice, from your Country Fled,  
And doubly banished, without Fear, or Dread,  
You—  
Like a Brave Hero smiled the occasion Dead;   
Your Wisdom managed all, yet unconcerned  
You moved, as if you never had discerned.  
prophetic Russel( Jealous of the Cause,  
Which almost vanquished Liberty and Laws)  
Were he alive he would your Courage greet,  
And Level trophies at Your Lordship's Feet;  
With Transports wrapped in Joy how would he raise  
His ravished Notes, in Hecatombs of Praise.  
The greedy lion missing of his Prey,  
How would he triumph, in your halcyon Day?  
With Moses thou hast Sacred Wonders Wrought,  
And through the Sea, a conquering Army brought;  
At thy Request, the Raging Waves were Calm,  
Neptune obeyed, and Chid each Roaring Storm;  
Aeolus and the Tritons of the Deep,  
hushed into Golden Slumbers, fell asleep.  
Thus by a Strong and Mighty Potent Hand,  
You brought 'em safe to this Distressed Land,  
Whilst Hero's striven who should the Victor be,  
Nought but the Bible won the victory;  

The Sacred Spell, our Souldiers put to flight,  
Their Swords enchanted, silent as the Night  
They stolen away, and worst not stand to fight;   
Your Prayers Ascending to the Imperial Throne  
removed your Station, and removed the Crown:  
Nor can Time's Annals, ever parallel,  
What, not long since, to Prince, and People fell;  
Without Effusion of their purple Gore,  
They flew like Lightning, and were seen no more:  

The Great, the Small, all in a yielding tone  
Pleaded Religion, whilst their Prince was gone  
And in a Wretched Minute quiter undone.   
Thus by the power of your magic Art  
( Divinely blessed) you made our Army start;  
With a Resistless Courage, on you lead,  
And raised your Drooping Honour from the Dead:  
Such a Prodigious Wonder, never was heard,  
Without a Fight, so many Thousands scared:  
But 'twas Decreed the Greatest should be Crost  
A Pensive King, and his Three Kingdoms lost.  
There is no lasting Satisfaction here  
The Best may hope, and yet at last despair.  
So Wisely the Magnetick Point you've steered  
Your happy Journey, could not much be feared;  
Had Troy, had such an Angel in the Front,  
The Famous City never had been Burnt;  
Nor Carthage lost, nor General Hannibal  
To his disgrace received a fatal Fall.  
King Syphax too, had boldly filled his Throne  
Thôcirc; a Usurper to the Curta Crown.  
blessed Angels Guarded you to England's shore,  
To Cherish Souls, the Bodies of the Poor;  
And as you are a Pattern to Mankind,  
Three Nations Restauration to design:  
May all your joys in perfect Circles move,  
To suture Ages, and Example prove;  
May you increase those virtues in your breast  
Which will Illustrate, and complete the rest;  
And may the Mytre flourish on your Head  
Through foreign Empires, may your famed be spread:  
Immortal Live your Sacred Memory,  
And doubly blessed to all Eternity;  
Thus far Excels the Glory of the Just,  
Their Worthy Actions blossom in the Dust.   
FINIS.