A panegyrick to his excellency, the Lord Generall Monck. By Sir William Davenant. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A81968 of text R211731 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.24[33]). 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 2017 A81968 Wing D332 Thomason 669.f.24[33] ESTC R211731 99870437 99870437 163764 2248511336

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A81968) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163764) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f24[33]) A panegyrick to his excellency, the Lord Generall Monck. By Sir William Davenant. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for Henry Herringman, London : 1659 [i.e. 1660] Verse - "Our fiery Sects scorn'd your Triumphant night,". Annotation on Thomason copy: "March 24". L Copy stained at foot with loss of text. Reproduction of the originals in the British Library. eng Albemarle, George Monck, -- Duke of, 1608-1670 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A81968 R211731 (Thomason 669.f.24[33]). civilwar no A panegyrick to his excellency, the Lord Generall Monck. By Sir William Davenant. D'Avenant, William, Sir 1660 1 475 1 0 0 0 0 0 21 C The rate of 21 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A PANEGYRICK TO HIS EXCELLENCY , The Lord Generall MONCK . By Sir William Davenant . OUr fiery Sects scorn'd your Triumphant night , When only Bonfires lent the City light . More proudly they like Nero did designe The City's flame should make the Country shine : And all those Bells which rung in your applause They would have melted to maintain the Cause . Alas ! How little you in Action seem , When by their great intent we measure them ? You the Fanatick party would correct ; The rifle all rich Christians as a Sect. To Bonfires , you their rouling Pulpits turn ; But they , instead of Tubs , would Churches burn . How weak are you , who to advance your Cause , Call in the firme support of Church and Lawes ? Their Independent strength boldly upbraides The old discretion of such formall Aides . You court the City , and the Nation too , They bravely meant to ravish whom you woo . Their daring Chiefs , a Warre did undertake , Follow'd by those who still their Chiefs forsake . By such as only would consult and sway , But you chose those who fight and can obey . By their advantages you gain'd the field , And what they judg'd your weakness made them yield . As in destructive Warre , so you no lesse , Transc●nd them in the growing Arts of Peace . You can converse , and in a dialect Where no strange dresse makes us the truth suspect ; Where plainnesse gracefull is , and free from blame , As truths fair Nakednesse is free from shame . They write the style of spirits , you of men ; Yet are their Swords lesse powerfull then your Pen . Auspicious Leader ! None shall equall thee , Who mak'st our Nation and our Language free . The first they fetter , not with publick Lawes , But with their Wills , peculiar as their Cause . Our Language with such Scripture-phrase restrain , As makes the borrow'd holinesse profane . And such strange crimes attempt that whilst they lack All precedents for Plea , they wrest and rack The good old Prophets , till they falsly draw , From ill translated Hebrew English Law . How soon , how boldly , and how safely too , Have you dispatch't what not an age could do ? Yet greater work ensues , such as will try How farre three Realms may on your strength rely . Nor can our Hope need Anchors where we find A sudden Courage and delib'rate mind . In doubtfull Battails we may trust your Sword , And in suspected Factions take your Word . FINIS .

London , Printed for Henry Herringman , 1659.