The happy Meeting of King William and Q [...] M [...]ry, at his Return from and after his Conquest in Ireland.
Well met, most ve
[...]tuous
[...]
England,
After my Conquests gained in
Ireland
Over mine, and yours, and
England's Foes,
In midst of Thousand Deaths, fighting with those
That would enslave our
[...]u
[...]jects, us Dethrone;
Set up the French, and change our Religion.
Welcom my most beloved Prince and King,
Of whose victorious Arms the World doth ring:
Let Triumphs still attend, and Heavens bless
And Crown your Actions with desired Success.
Let
England's Glory
[...] let
France's fall;
Lawrels King
William Crow
[...] in spight of all
Printed, coloured, and sold by William, [...]tley, Stationer, at the Knave of Clubs in the Borough of Southwark, at the Bridge Foot who prints all sorts of the newest Fashion Paper for Hanging of Rooms.
WHat Pen can write the smallest part, or thing,
Of the Heroick Actions of our King?
Never did Heaven apply a Remedy more fit
To a Disease, than did that Victory hit,
[...]d at the River
Boyne, in
Ireland,
[...]ing his Passage with his Sword in's Hand:
In midst of Bullets flying, God directs
One for to touch, not hurt, whom God protects.
The Victory's gained, the French and Irish run,
Forsaking
Dublin the Metropolitan,
Where the opprest did wait, and silence keep;
For God had lull'd there Enemies asleep;
Who when they wak'd, shook with their trembling rage,
Yet wanted Skill or Courage to engage;
Some wanted Hearts, some wanted Wills to obey,
Some they had both, yet fled in Troops away.
The French-men shook, base Fear there Hearts subdu'd;
They even fled too, when no Man pursu'd:
Forsook of God, of Courage quite herest,
Scarce of this mighty Host a handfull lest;
Like great
Goliah, when he self he curs',
Had these not done so too, they had surely burst.
What matters Force, remember
Gideon's Flail,
The Man whom God sends forth he must prevail,
And God hath brought him back to us again,
And to the Enjoyment of his Royal Queen.
Consider then, and gratefully repay
Those that have saved your Lives, when bleeding lay,
When L
[...]ws and Liberties were torn away:
If not like those that grudge the King their Prayers,
You are Betrayers of your selves and Heirs,
This King preserv'd our Throats, and sav'd our Laws,
Which the late King had doom'd to serve the Cause,
Let Plagues his Popish Foes to ruine bring,
Whilse we support, ay, and defend the King.