Tears Wip'd off, OR THE SECOND ESSAY OF THE QUAKERS BY WAY OF POETRY: Occasioned by the CORONATION of JAMES and MARY.
SOund loud ye Trumpets, now the
Spirit move!
Of
JAMES and
MARY's Coronation speak:
Yea—let it be the boundless sp'rit of
Love,
That doth all
discord in a Land forsake.
Therefore prepare your well-tun'd Instruments,
To
Awe the minds of all our
Male-contents;
Joyn Holy
Davids Harp, ye Loyal Quire,
To greet wise SOLOMON our
New Crown'd King,
Stifle, with Heavenly Joy, Rebellions Fire,
And Songs of
Triumph always to Him Sing.
Consider how Wise
JAMES hath harras'd been
By Murd'ring Swearers; such ungodly Men
As would in
JAMES, kill
Charles the
First agen.
Eccho ye Heav'ns! and pow'rfull Lights display,
To make more great Thy
Coronation Day;
Amazing all that dare such
Truth gain-say.
For
we have now the
fullness of the
Light,
Who long (like sullen
Jews) were veil'd in Night;
But, for the time to come, for
Thee we'll
Fight:
Yea—girt a
Carnal Weapon to our side,
To Chastize him shall Thee O King Deride.
Joash was sav'd from
Athaliahs Rage,
And by
Jehojada the Priest was Crown'd,
Which in
Judeah then was just presage,
Plentiful Peace should mightily abound.
JAMES, now the only Ruler of this Land,
Was long preserv'd from Plotters Murd'ring hand;
Both of
Achitophel's and
Belials Band.
What Mighty Joy ought we thy
Friends to show,
That still we have Thee
JAMES, our King below.
Inspire me now Thou mighty
Sp'rit of
Truth,
That in some Measure we may here set forth
The Gracious Blessings we enjoy in
JAMES,
Whom all the World with us aloud Proclames.
Had that
Corrupted Senate
Charles o'reswaid,
To push thee
JAMES besides thy
Lawful Throne,
All Thy whole Land had been to
Blood betray'd;
Conqu'ring for Thee, that sits in Peace thereon.
We therefore wish that
disobedient Crew
May see their
errour, and for
Pardon sue:
And we will Learn, — that Anthems we may Sing
With Hymns of Joy, for Second
JAMES our King.
I do confess I've heard Phanatick slaves
Sorry that Thee O King escap'st with Life,
(Where
many in the Ocean found their Graves)
When that great Ship struck on the Sandy shelf.
But Heav'n (that has a more than common care
Of such as
Thee, who his
Vicegerents are)
Secur'd Thee from the Surges of the Sea,
That thou might'st
healer of our
Breaches be.
Foreseeing then, this days Solemnity:
That since no Monarch from the Grave is free,
We should Great
JAMES rejoyce in Sacred Thee:
And (though unusual) shout our praise to Heav'n,
That has a King so Potent to us giv'n.
One that hath
David's Valour and Success,
Solomon's Wisdom,
Hezekiah's Grace;
And may Thy Reign with Theirs take equal place.
Yea, let the Prophets Pray'r 'gainst wicked Men,
Which
Psalm the
Hundred and
Ninth doth plainly speak,
Be all Thy Enemies reward and gain;
Nay more, the mark of,
Cain upon 'em break.
Not, but Thy
Frown will
Awe Thy worst of Foes,
And then Thy
Smiles will make 'em
crouch with
shame,
But Thy Word past is ev'ry Mans repose;
Nay, he that
doubts and
knows Thee, wants a Name.
All this, and more, than we can e're
hold forth,
Or words can frame, O King, in Thee is found;
Time wants a President to shew thy worth,
Yea, Languages a stile, and sense a sound.
In all the
Holy Writ we do not find
Where to compare Thy
Consort equally,
As
Ruth to
Boaz, the same
constant mind,
MARY to
JAMES; but greater the degree.
In ev'ry trouble which Thou bar'st from Men,
Whose Faith in things invisible did ly;
How then was
MARY, with a face Serene,
Partner in all Thy worst extremity?
When
strange Commissions never
seen nor
Read,
Arm'd with
Black Bills in
Spanish Pilgrims hands;
When Truth Invisible with
Oates did plead,
Purbeck Invaders did infest our Lands:
Thou
JAMES with
MARY now our present
Queen,
Did'st Reign secure, as on the Throne thoud'st been,
Beauty and Honour still did guard Thee then.
MARY to
either fitly is compar'd,
Because in goodness something they agree,
But we from
Truth will never be debar'd;
For there's between 'em
Inequality:
Which must with
MARY's Crown be now put on,
The
best of
Queens that ever Grac'd a Throne.
Zadock the Priest the
Holy Oyl has us'd,
The sight was
gratefull to thy Servants—
King;
We have the
Temple of the
Lord abus'd;
Now, we
rejoyce to hear 'em
shout and
Sing.
Yea, then I said!
how have we gone astray?
Misled by Darkness from the Light of Day;
Then thus for
JAMES and
MARY did I Pray.
That God would great Increase
unto 'em give
That a Long Race of Kings might them survive;
That from their Loyns a Prince of Wales
may come,
To Conquer
Foes abroad; win
them at home:
That here, not one
disloyal Heart may be;
But all
might own
and bless this
Monarchy.
Let Thy great
Act of Grace those people free
Whose
Light was
Dim, for now the
Sun they
See;
But let
Plot-Vouchers grace the Triple Tree.
We unacquainted are with mighty show,
But if our sense of this
Thou wilt allow,
We could dispence had it been
greater now.
We
foolish faults had,
JAMES, and not a
few;
But 'mongst the
Kings the
Bible doth afford,
More than
their greatest
Glory is
Thy due;
For a Kings Splendour speaks him like his word.
We ne're shall Poets for
Description grow,
We leave all that to
Authors that bestow
On
Kings their Talent, and
Usurpers too.
Walk with the
People, and the
Rebels guide;
And then the Godlike
Royal ones deride:
Though now they
fa
[...] and
flatter on their side.
We say, Preserve thee
JAMES, thy
CONSORT so,
From such
Time-servers, bowing but for show,
We from Great
Natures Light are
Loyal now.
FINIS.
LONDON, Printed by J. P. for Henry Playford, near the Temple-Church: 1685.