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<p>AN EPISTLE TO Charles Montague <abbr>Esq</abbr> ON His MAJESTY's VOYAGE TO HOLLAND.</p>
<p>BY Mr. <hi>GEORGE STEPNEY.</hi>
</p>
<p>LICENSED <hi>Ian.</hi> 31. 1690/1</p>
<p>I. Fraser.</p>
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<hi>LONDON,</hi> Printed for <hi>Francis Saunders,</hi> at the <hi>Blue Anchor</hi> in the Lower Walk of the <hi>New Exchange,</hi> 1691.</p>
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<head>AN EPISTLE TO Charles Montague <abbr>Esq</abbr>.</head>
<lg>
<l>SIR,</l>
<l>SInce you oft invite me to renew</l>
<l>An Art I've either lost, or never knew,</l>
<l>Pleas'd my past follies kindly to commend,</l>
<l>And fondly lose the Critick in the Friend;</l>
<l>Thô my warm Youth untimely be decay'd,</l>
<l>From Grave to Dull insensibly betray'd,</l>
<l>I'll contradict the Humour of the Times,</l>
<l>(Inclin'd to bus'ness, and averse to Rhimes)</l>
<l>And to obey the Man I love, in spight</l>
<l>Of the World's Genius, and my own, I'll write.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But think not that I vainly do aspire</l>
<l>To Rival what I only wou'd Admire,</l>
<l>The Heat and Beauty of your manly thought,</l>
<l>And Force like that with which your Heroe fought.</l>
<l>Like <hi>Sampson</hi>'s Riddle is that powerful Song,</l>
<l>Sweet as the Honey, as the Lyon strong;</l>
<l>
<pb n="2" facs="tcp:99121:3"/>The Colours there so artfully are laid,</l>
<l>They fear no Lustre, and they want no Shade,</l>
<l>But shall of writing a just model give,</l>
<l>While <hi>Boyne</hi> shall flow, and <hi>William</hi>'s Glory live.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Yet since his ev'ry Act may well infuse</l>
<l>Some happy Rapture in the humblest Muse,</l>
<l>Thô mine despairs to reach the wondrous height,</l>
<l>She prunes her pinnions, eager of the flight;</l>
<l>The <hi>King</hi>'s the Theme, and I've a <hi>Subject</hi>'s Right:</l>
<l>When <hi>William</hi>'s Deeds, and rescu'd <hi>Europe</hi>'s Joy</l>
<l>Do ev'ry Tongue and ev'ry Pen employ,</l>
<l>'Tis to think Treason sure to shew no Zeal,</l>
<l>And not to Write is almost to Rebel.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Let <hi>Albion</hi> then forgive her Meanest Son,</l>
<l>Who wou'd continue what her Best begun;</l>
<l>Who, leaving Conquests and the Pomp of War,</l>
<l>Wou'd sing the pious King's divided Care;</l>
<l>How eagerly he flew when <hi>Europe</hi>'s Fate</l>
<l>Did for the Seeds of future Actions wait;</l>
<l>And how two Nations did with Transport boast</l>
<l>Which was belov'd, and lov'd the Victor most:</l>
<l>How joyful <hi>Belgia</hi> gratefully prepar'd</l>
<l>Trophies and Vows for her returning Lord;</l>
<l>
<pb n="3" facs="tcp:99121:3"/>How the <hi>Fair Isle</hi> with rival passion strove,</l>
<l>How by her Sorrow she exprest her Love,</l>
<l>When He withdrew from what his Arm had free'd,</l>
<l>And how she blest his way, yet sigh'd, and said,</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Is it decree'd my Heroe ne'er shall rest,</l>
<l>Ne'er be of me, and I of him possest?</l>
<l>Scarce had I met his Vertue with my Throne,</l>
<l>(By Right, by Merit, and by Arms his own)</l>
<l>But <hi>Ireland</hi>'s freedom and the Wars alarms</l>
<l>Call'd him from me and his <hi>Maria</hi>'s Charms.</l>
<l>Oh gen'rous Prince! too prodigally kind,</l>
<l>Can the diffusive Goodness of your Mind</l>
<l>Be in no bounds, but of the World, confin'd?</l>
<l>Shou'd sinking Nations summon You away,</l>
<l>
<hi>Maria</hi>'s Love might justifie Your stay.</l>
<l>Imperfectly the many Vows are paid,</l>
<l>Which for your Safety to the Gods were made,</l>
<l>While, on the <hi>Boyne,</hi> they labour'd to out-do</l>
<l>Your Zeal for <hi>Albion</hi> by their Care for You;</l>
<l>When too impatient of a glorious Ease,</l>
<l>You tempt new Dangers on the Winter-Seas.</l>
<l>The <hi>Belgick State</hi> has rested long secure</l>
<l>Within the Circle of thy Guardian Power;</l>
<l>
<pb n="4" facs="tcp:99121:4"/>Rear'd by thy care that noble <hi>Lyon,</hi> grown</l>
<l>Mature in strength, can range the Woods Alone:</l>
<l>When to my Arms they did the Prince resign,</l>
<l>I blest the Change, and thought Him wholly mine;</l>
<l>Conceiv'd Long hopes I jointly shou'd obey</l>
<l>His stronger, and <hi>Maria</hi>'s gentle Sway,</l>
<l>He fierce as Thunder, she as Lightning bright;</l>
<l>One my Defence, and t'other my Delight.</l>
<l>Yet go—where Honour calls the Heroe, go;</l>
<l>Nor let your eyes behold how mine do flow;</l>
<l>Go, meet your Country's joy, your Vertue's due,</l>
<l>Receive their Triumphs, and prepare for new;</l>
<l>Inlarge my Empire, and let <hi>France</hi> afford</l>
<l>The next large Harvest to thy prosp'rous Sword;</l>
<l>Again in <hi>Crecy</hi> let my Arms be rear'd,</l>
<l>And o'er the <hi>Continent Britannia</hi> fear'd;</l>
<l>While under <hi>Mary</hi>'s tutelary Care,</l>
<l>Far from the Danger, or the Noise of War,</l>
<l>In honourable Pleasure I possess</l>
<l>The Spoils of Conquest, and the Charms of Peace.</l>
<l>As the <hi>Great Lamp</hi> by which the Globe is blest,</l>
<l>Constant in toil, and ignorant of rest,</l>
<l>Thrô diff'rent Regions does his Course pursue,</l>
<l>And leaves one World but to revive a new;</l>
<l>
<pb n="5" facs="tcp:99121:4"/>While, by a pleasing Change, the Queen of Night</l>
<l>Relieves his Lustre with a milder Light:</l>
<l>So when your Beams do distant Nations chear,</l>
<l>The Partner of your Crown shall mount the Sphere,</l>
<l>Able Alone my Empire to sustain,</l>
<l>And carry on the Glories of thy Reign—</l>
<l>But why has fate maliciously decree'd,</l>
<l>That greatest blessings must by turns succeed?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Here she relented, and would urge his stay</l>
<l>By all that fondness and that grief could say;</l>
<l>But soon did her presaging thoughts employ</l>
<l>On Scenes of Triumphs and returning Joy:</l>
<l>Thus, like the Tide, while her unconstant brest</l>
<l>Was swell'd with Rapture, by Despair deprest,</l>
<l>Fate call'd; The Heroe must his way pursue,</l>
<l>And her cries lessen'd as the shore withdrew.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>The Winds were silent, and the <hi>Gentle</hi> Main</l>
<l>Bore an Auspicious Omen of his Reign,</l>
<l>When <hi>Neptune,</hi> owning whom those Seas obey,</l>
<l>Nodded, and bad the chearful <hi>Tritons</hi> play.</l>
<l>Each chose a diff'rent Subject for their Lays,</l>
<l>But <hi>Orange</hi> was the Burthen of their Praise:</l>
<l>
<pb n="6" facs="tcp:99121:5"/>Some in their strains up to the Fountain run,</l>
<l>From whence this stream of Vertue first begun;</l>
<l>Others chose Heroes of a later date,</l>
<l>And sung the <note n="*" place="margin">
<hi>William.</hi>
</note>
<hi>Founder</hi> of the neighb'ring State,</l>
<l>How daringly he Tyranny withstood,</l>
<l>And seal'd his Country's freedom with his Blood.</l>
<l>Then to the two illustrious <note n="†" place="margin">
<hi>Maurice</hi> and <hi>Henry.</hi>
</note>
<hi>Brethren</hi> came,</l>
<l>The glorious Rivals of their Father's Fame:</l>
<l>And to the <note n="‖" place="margin">
<hi>William.</hi>
</note>
<hi>Youth,</hi> whose pregnant hopes out-ran</l>
<l>The steps of Time, and early shew'd the Man,</l>
<l>For whose Alliance Monarchs did contend,</l>
<l>And gave a Daughter to secure a Friend.</l>
<l>But as, by Nature's Law, the Phoenix dies,</l>
<l>That from its Urn a Nobler Bird may rise,</l>
<l>So fate ordain'd the Parent soon shou'd set</l>
<l>To make the Glories of <note n="*" place="margin">His present Majesty</note>
<hi>his Heir</hi> compleat.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>At <hi>William</hi>'s Name each fill'd his vocal shell,</l>
<l>And on the happy Sound rejoic'd to dwell;</l>
<l>Some sung his Birth, and how discerning Fate</l>
<l>Sav'd Infant Vertue against powerful hate,</l>
<l>Of pois'nous Snakes by young <hi>Alcides</hi> quell'd,</l>
<l>And <hi>Palms</hi> that spread the more, the more with-held.</l>
<l>Some sung <hi>Seneffe,</hi> and early Wonders done</l>
<l>By the bold Youth, Himself a War Alone;</l>
<l>
<pb n="7" facs="tcp:99121:5"/>And how his firmer Courage did oppose</l>
<l>His Country's foreign and intestine Foes,</l>
<l>The <hi>Lion</hi> He who held their <hi>Arrows</hi> close.</l>
<l>Others sung <hi>Perseus,</hi> and the injur'd Maid,</l>
<l>Redeem'd by the wing'd Warrior's timely Aid;</l>
<l>Or in mysterious Numbers did unfold</l>
<l>Sad modern truths wrapt up in tales of old,</l>
<l>How <hi>Saturn,,</hi> flush'd with Arbitrary Power,</l>
<l>Design'd his Lawful Issue to devour,</l>
<l>But <hi>Iove,</hi> (reserv'd for better fate) withstood</l>
<l>The black Contrivance of the doating God;</l>
<l>With Arms he came, His guilty Father fled,</l>
<l>('Twas <hi>Italy</hi> secur'd his frighted Head)</l>
<l>And by his Flight resign'd his empty Throne</l>
<l>And Tripple Empire to his Worthier Son.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Then in one note their Artful force they joyn,</l>
<l>Eager to reach the <hi>Victor</hi> and the <hi>Boyne</hi>;</l>
<l>How on the wond'ring Bank the Heroe stood,</l>
<l>Lavishly bold and desperately Good;</l>
<l>Till fate, designing to convince the Brave</l>
<l>That they can dare no more than Heav'n can save,</l>
<l>Let Death approach, and yet with-held the sting,</l>
<l>Wounded the <hi>Man,</hi> distinguishing the <hi>King.</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>They had inlarg'd out found the strain too strong,</l>
<l>And in soft notes allay'd the bolder Song:</l>
<l>Flow, gentle <hi>Boyne,</hi> (they cry'd) and round thy Bed</l>
<l>For ever may victorious Wreaths be spread;</l>
<l>No more may Travellers desire to know</l>
<l>Where <hi>Simois</hi> and <hi>Granicus</hi> did flow;</l>
<l>Nor <hi>Rubicon,</hi> a poor forgotten Stream,</l>
<l>Be, or the Soldiers rant, or Poet's theme;</l>
<l>All Waters shall unite their Fame in Thee,</l>
<l>Lost in thy Waves as those are in the Sea.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>They breath'd afresh, unwilling to give o'er;</l>
<l>And begg'd thick mists long to conceal the shore;</l>
<l>Smooth was the Liquid Plain; the sleeping Wind,</l>
<l>More to the Sea, than to its Master, kind,</l>
<l>Detain'd a Treasure, which we value more</l>
<l>Than All the Deep e're hid, or Waters bore.</l>
<l>But He, with a Superior Genius born,</l>
<l>Treats Chance with Insolence, and Death with Scorn,</l>
<l>Darkness and Ice in vain obstruct his way,</l>
<l>
<hi>Holland</hi> is near, and <hi>Nature</hi> must obey;</l>
<l>Charg'd with our hopes the Boat Securely rode,</l>
<l>For <hi>Caesar and His Fortune</hi> were the Load.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
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<l>With eager transport <hi>Belgia</hi> met her Son,</l>
<l>Yet trembling for the danger He had run;</l>
<l>Till, certain of her Joy, she bow'd her Head,</l>
<l>Confest her Lord, blest his return, and said,</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>If Passion by long Absence does improve,</l>
<l>And makes that Rapture which before was Love,</l>
<l>Think on my old, my intermitted bliss,</l>
<l>And by my former pleasure measure this;</l>
<l>Not by these feeble Pillars which I raise,</l>
<l>Unequal to sustain the Heroe's praise,</l>
<l>Too faint the Colours, and too mean the Art</l>
<l>To represent Your Glories, or my Heart:</l>
<l>These humble Emblems are design'd to show,</l>
<l>Not how we wou'd Reward, but what we Owe.</l>
<l>Here from your Childhood take a short review</l>
<l>How <hi>Holland</hi>'s happiness advanc'd with you;</l>
<l>How her stout Vessel did in Triumph ride,</l>
<l>And mock'd the storms, while <hi>Orange</hi> was her Guide.</l>
<l>What since has been our Fate—I need not say,</l>
<l>(Ill suiting with the blessings of the day.)</l>
<l>Our better fortune with our Prince was gone,</l>
<l>Conquest was only there where He led on.</l>
<l>Like the <hi>Palladium,</hi> wheresoe'er you go</l>
<l>You turn all Death and Danger on the Foe.</l>
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<pb n="10" facs="tcp:99121:7"/>In you we but too sadly understood</l>
<l>How Angels have their <hi>Spheres</hi> of doing good,</l>
<l>Else the same Soul which did your Troops possess,</l>
<l>And Crown'd their daring Courage with Success,</l>
<l>Had taught our Fleet to triumph o'er the Main,</l>
<l>And <hi>Fleurus</hi> had been still a guiltless Plain.</l>
<l>What pity 'tis, ye Gods! an arm and mind</l>
<l>Like Yours, shou'd be to time and place confin'd?</l>
<l>But Thy return shall fix our kinder fate,</l>
<l>For Thee our Councils, Thee our Armies wait,</l>
<l>Discording Princes shall with Thee combine,</l>
<l>And center all their Interests in Thine;</l>
<l>Proud of Thy friendship, shall forego their sway,</l>
<l>As <hi>Rome</hi> Her great Dictator did obey;</l>
<l>And all united make a <hi>Gordian</hi> knot,</l>
<l>Which neither Craft shall loose, nor Force shall cut.</l>
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<p>AN Epistle to <hi>Charles</hi> Earl of <hi>Dorset</hi> and <hi>Middlesex,</hi> Lord Chamberl<gap reason="illegible: in gutter" extent="3 letters">
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