A poem upon Their Majesties speeches to the nonconformist ministers by John Tutchin. Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A63968 of text R5243 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T3381A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A63968 Wing T3381A ESTC R5243 11962817 ocm 11962817 51613 2240901910

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A63968) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 51613) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 520:2) A poem upon Their Majesties speeches to the nonconformist ministers by John Tutchin. Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1690] Broadside. Caption title. Reproduction of original in University of Pennsylvania Library. eng William -- III, -- King of England, 1650-1702 -- Poetry. Mary -- II, -- Queen of England, 1662-1694 -- Poetry. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century eebo A poem upon Their Majesties speeches to the nonconformist ministers. Tutchin, John, 1690 2 476 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2005-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2005-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-02 Sampled and proofread 2005-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A POEM upon Their MAJESTIES Speeches to the Nonconformist Ministers . OUr Churches Ark o're Troubled Waters rode , Like that blest Ship whose burden was a God ; In vain we judg'd the Card or Sailers Cares , Our Peters Faith , or our Apostles Prayers : But when our Mighty Saviours came on board , The Stormy Winds and Waves no longer roar'd ; At whose Approach the gloomy Shadows brake , And of the Light all Humane kind partake : No home-bred Jars or Pious Frenzy burns , But wild Confusion into Order turns : We bless our Ears and Eyes , and all Admire , Queen Mary's Voice tun'd by King David's Lyre ; The Glorious Pair in equal Sounds agree , And Subjects Joys compleat the Harmony . Let Levi's Tribe to Ergo's Bid adieu , Or still their Metaphysick Toils persue , Thro' Senseless Labyrinths the People draw , Confound the Gospel , and perplex the Law . Our Royal Pair a safer passage lead , And in the paths of Truth and Love do tread . Hail Mighty Two ! our common Votes approve ; You are the God of War and Queen of Love . As the Sun's Beams replenisheth the Earth , Purges the Flood , and gives to Seasons birth ; So your bright Ray diffus'd within our Sphere , Gives Vital Warmth to every Creature there : Our Heats you cool , and moderate their Force , And of our Passions stop th' unruly course ; By great Examples , you our Love provoke , And reconcile the Cassock to the Cloak : Beneath your Shadow we in safety sit , And all our former Toils and Scars forget . By you the Tyrant Monsters are undone , And all the Force of Hell and Rome o'rethrown ; Religious Freedom all our Saints enjoy , No more shall frantick Zeal the Church annoy , Nor shall it dread a fatal Shipwrack more , In Stormy Adria or Melita's shore ; When charm'd to Sense , the giddy Priesthood yield , And all destructive Errors quit the Field . What tho' we did by Sion's Waters mourn ? The Golden Age and Golden days return . The Pristine Ages now we imitate , We imp their Grandeur , and we wish their Fate . When God appointed Kings with his own Voice , And joyful people blest him for the Choice ; Then Kingly Vertues set the Monarch forth , And not Succession Crown'd him , but his worth . Such is thy Fate , blest Isle ! and may'st thou be A Blessing to thy Prince as He 's to thee ! May he thy Altars build , and Temples rear , And late a Crown of Glory may he wear . By John Tutchin