A SONG.
ON HIS
MAJESTIES BIRTH-DAY.
(1)
FOrgive, GREAT SIR! if less vvee pay,
Then vvhat is due, to this
Great Day;
Wee vvant
Apollo to inspire
Strains, fitt to grace your
BIRTH-DAY Quire.
Blest Numbers, and imortal Layes,
And Anthems of an endlesse praise.
Are vvorthy You; and only fitt to be
To You, GREAT SIR! the proper harmonie.
(2)
DUTY and LOVE is all our Aym,
And these, and More your
Vertues claym:
In all your Crosses who e're Knew,
The least resentment come from you,
In Words, or frowns, or any thing,
Beneath the GRANDEUR of à KING?
In all the turns of
Fate, You Act your part,
A KING, like DAVID after GOD'S own heart.
(3)
DUTY, and LOVE is all our Aym,
And these, and more your
Vertues claym;
In highest Dangers voyd of
Fear,
Or
Pride, when
Victories you bear:
Piety, and
goodness fill your minde;
Your Foes, when Vanquish'd Mercy find:
Your
Justice may, in Time, O'retake, and Aw
Those Men, your profer'd Kindnesse cannot draw.
CHORUS:
DUTY, and LOVE is all our Aym,
And these, and More your
Vertues claym;
A mighty power, your
Kingdoms to regain;
A
Goulden Age, And
Nestor's years to reign.
Printed by William Weston Printer & Stationer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty. 1694.