[A congratulatory] poem on occasion of His Highness the Prince of Orange his marriage. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02335 of text R221079 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C5825). 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 B02335 Wing C5825 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[115] 99885214 ocm99885214 182599 2264214822

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02335) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182599) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[115]) [A congratulatory] poem on occasion of His Highness the Prince of Orange his marriage. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed by T.D. for Henry Brome, at the Gun at the West-end of St. Pauls., London, : 1678 Verse: "Hail high and mighty prince! for thou'rt ..." Imperfect: stained, affecting title; title information suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng William -- III, -- King of England, 1650-1702 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A congratulatory poem on occasion of His Highness the Prince of Orange his marriage. anon 1678 1 493 4 0 0 0 0 0 81.14 D The rate of 81.14 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Congratulatory POEM On Occasion of His HIGHNESS The Prince of ORANGE HIS MARRIAGE . HAil High and Mighty PRINCE ! for Thou' rt no less , By Birth , by Merit , and by great Success . What is thy Birth and Merit all Men know , Let then my Muse thy great Success now show : 'T is great indeed , since some occult Decree Exalts Thee still gainst seeming Destiny . For when the Gallic Pow'rs without controul , Swift as those Streams which bore them , down did roul , And o're-whelm'd lofty Cities in their way , Which thick upon the Belgic Shores lay : When with their Swords they plow'd up Conquer'd ground , And Rooting for their spreading Lillies found : When home-bred Storms , Storms from abroad did joyn , And all , to make a State-wreck , did combine ; When the United Arrows broke their stay , And on their own rough Seas dispersed lay : Thou didst by Miracle walk on those Waves , And Mount where thousands sank into their Graves . Thou , who in Calms hadst long neglected lain , Wer't on fierce Billows Backs rais'd up again : Nay , at the sight of such a Pilot , streight Th● amaz'd Hostile Cohorts did retreat , Even of themselves they back again did glide More swift , than when they rush'd down with the Tide . ( Thou being restor'd ) they quickly were dismay'd , And fear'd the Conquests they themselves had made Let others brag what their great Troops have done , Thou perform'st Wonders by meer looking on : Just so , great Perseus ( tho' o're-power'd ) won , And pressing Numbers Vanquish'd all alone : Thy Enemies , like his , Attack in vain , Since by their Labours , Thou still seem'st to gain The Cities which they Captive made , now Free Remain as Monuments Re-built by Thee . Nor do these Trophies but in part express , How thou' rt ( as 't were ) pursu'd with great Succes● Seven Provinces cannot thy Merit Crown , Tho' they could do seven times more than they 've do●● Therefore we Welcome Thee to Britain's Shore , And to enrich Thee , make our selves grow poor , Not Gold , nor Gemms can purchase the fair Prize , Which Thou thy self must now Monopolize ; A VIRGIN Princess 't is , in whom alone , More than the Gain of many Camps is won . Hence forward Thou securely may'st disdain Those who small Towns with great Expences gain Their Conquests ( tho' they Nations should subd●● Seem poor , when once compared unto you : For Thou hast got what well may termed be EVROPA , Kingdoms in Epitome .

LONDON , Printed by T. D. for Henry Brome , at the Gun at the West-end of St. Pauls . 1678