The Fanatick Indulgence Granted, Anno 1679. By Mr. Ninian Paterson |
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A welcome to his Royal Highness JAMES Duke of Albanie, to the Kingdom of Scotland.
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A welcome to his Royal Highness JAMES Duke of Albanie, to the Kingdom of Scotland.
Novr. 24. 1679.
Now, now, I know what made the Eolian slave
Stern Northern Boreas lately so outbrave
Our hosts of mists and clouds, and sweep the sky
With his swell'd cheeks; to brush a canopy
For Justice Princely Stuard; that none may know
Tempests above, or murmurs here below.
Stern Northern Boreas lately so outbrave
Our hosts of mists and clouds, and sweep the sky
With his swell'd cheeks; to brush a canopy
For Justice Princely Stuard; that none may know
Tempests above, or murmurs here below.
Welcome Great Sir, welcome as was the light
To Chaos after an eternal night:
For in this distance from our Charles his wayn,
Only lights elder Brother here did raign.
We were so dark, and in so great a thrall,
Egypt might well boast our Original.
And Lesly make less-ly, who sayes we came
From Scota Pharohs Daughter; whence our name.
And make Buchanans Ghost for to recall
Both our Jus Regni, and Original.
To Chaos after an eternal night:
For in this distance from our Charles his wayn,
Only lights elder Brother here did raign.
We were so dark, and in so great a thrall,
Egypt might well boast our Original.
And Lesly make less-ly, who sayes we came
From Scota Pharohs Daughter; whence our name.
And make Buchanans Ghost for to recall
Both our Jus Regni, and Original.
Shine then upon our poor Cimmerian clime,
Make this our first of moneths, of years, of time;
All annals eternize this happy day,
Let it be Rubrick and an Epochee
To all succeeding generations: Since
The Blest Arrival of that Noble Prince.
Let old men blesse their fates, that made them last
Till now, and young men, that they made such haste:
For all dayes untill this, had lost their Names
In golden number, since our late King James.
Heavens grant our Scotland once more the renown,
To bring him surth shall wear the British Crown.
And since it's thought good fortune Lacqueys names,
Let him be Rex Pacificus, A James.
That so this Isle the worlds Epitomee
(Neptuns inclosure) once more Gods may be.
Make this our first of moneths, of years, of time;
All annals eternize this happy day,
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To all succeeding generations: Since
The Blest Arrival of that Noble Prince.
Let old men blesse their fates, that made them last
Till now, and young men, that they made such haste:
For all dayes untill this, had lost their Names
In golden number, since our late King James.
Heavens grant our Scotland once more the renown,
To bring him surth shall wear the British Crown.
And since it's thought good fortune Lacqueys names,
Let him be Rex Pacificus, A James.
That so this Isle the worlds Epitomee
(Neptuns inclosure) once more Gods may be.
Yee'r welcome then Great Sir, to put a date
To the tempestuous tumults of our state,
Whose boiling billows to that hight did rise,
Like Gyants, to wage warr against the skies.
Ambitious is that raging foaming main
Once more to exalt it self o're Charles his wain.
But all in vain, Heavens will all storms defeat,
Where Charles is Pilot, & Great James his mate,
Be our physician, all our fears appease,
Calm Church distractions, and cure states disease,
And crush them (Sir) for they are your worst friends,
Who turns their publick power to private ends.
Ambitious Phaetons may they have place,
Will gladly sacrifice their Countries peace.
To the tempestuous tumults of our state,
Whose boiling billows to that hight did rise,
Like Gyants, to wage warr against the skies.
Ambitious is that raging foaming main
Once more to exalt it self o're Charles his wain.
But all in vain, Heavens will all storms defeat,
Where Charles is Pilot, & Great James his mate,
Be our physician, all our fears appease,
Calm Church distractions, and cure states disease,
And crush them (Sir) for they are your worst friends,
Who turns their publick power to private ends.
Ambitious Phaetons may they have place,
Will gladly sacrifice their Countries peace.
Ye will see Royal sparkes amongst our smoak,
Wee'l be your Ivi, if yee'l be our oak;
And faithfully we promise for our parts,
Tho we cannot give Crowns, we will give hearts.
Let English be more fortunate throughout,
Bate us that ace, we Scots are still as stout.
Nor power, nor honour is confin'd to place,
The Trojans ruins rais'd the Roman race.
Nay we have some who fame and honour breath,
Dare gaze undaunton'd on the face of death;
Who to the whispers of a palefac't fear,
Or dreadfull danger, never lent an ear:
Whose purchases altho not great, yet good,
Were bought with sweat, and sealed with their blood.
All which in camp, or court, by night, or day,
If you command, are ready to obey.
May't only please your Highness quash these fears,
We have conceiv'd from dalted Whiggimares.
And yet what e're these villains did presume,
Their flamm at last did only prove a fume.
So may health, honour, saftie still attend
Your Royal Highness to an happy end.
And still like Cæsars may intrancing blisse.
Crown your desires, or else prevent your wish
And be it registrate in after storie,
Your presence, was our happiness, and glory.
Wee'l be your Ivi, if yee'l be our oak;
And faithfully we promise for our parts,
Tho we cannot give Crowns, we will give hearts.
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Bate us that ace, we Scots are still as stout.
Nor power, nor honour is confin'd to place,
The Trojans ruins rais'd the Roman race.
Nay we have some who fame and honour breath,
Dare gaze undaunton'd on the face of death;
Who to the whispers of a palefac't fear,
Or dreadfull danger, never lent an ear:
Whose purchases altho not great, yet good,
Were bought with sweat, and sealed with their blood.
All which in camp, or court, by night, or day,
If you command, are ready to obey.
May't only please your Highness quash these fears,
We have conceiv'd from dalted Whiggimares.
And yet what e're these villains did presume,
Their flamm at last did only prove a fume.
So may health, honour, saftie still attend
Your Royal Highness to an happy end.
And still like Cæsars may intrancing blisse.
Crown your desires, or else prevent your wish
And be it registrate in after storie,
Your presence, was our happiness, and glory.
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