A poem on the long expected auspicious birth of the Prince, June the 10th. MDCLXXXVIII. being Trinity Sunday. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09746 of text R181904 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 7KB 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 B09746 80923388 Wing P2699 ESTC R181904 ocm 80923388

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 eng James, -- Prince of Wales, 1688-1766 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. English poetry -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo A poem on the long expected auspicious birth of the Prince June the 10th. MDCLXXXVIII. being Trinity Sunday. n/a 1688 1 851 3 0 0 0 0 0 35.25 D The rate of 35.25 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A POEM On the Long Expected AUSPICIOUS BIRTH OF THE PRINCE , June the 10th . MDCLXXXVIII . BEING TRINITY SUNDAY . A Prince of Wales ! Where ? Oh where ? Bless your Eyes , 't is one of Englands Choisest Rarities . Reach me a Phoenix Quill , that I May Write , Yea , put it on ●ecord , in Rubrick bright . Some Winged Angel Write it in the Air , That with Great Constantine we may Read it there : And , In hoc signo vince , may agree To JAMES the Second's Vigorous Monarchy . How came this Known before ? Who gave the Sign ? A Birth Foretold is something of Divine . Royalists strangely agreed in the same Note ; A PRINCE , the Subject of Prophetick Vote . Where is the good Lord Shaftsbury to be found ? That Politick MOLE works not still under ground . Avant , foul Fiend ! with thy Distinction ; W' have now an Heir APPARENT to the Crown . Who 's that who Hangs the Head ? Fanatick Vile ; No Gentleman doth Frown , when Heaven doth Smile . God Blesseth , and the Wretch doth Curse . Oh see ! The Ba●eful Bent of Nonconformity . Saint Paul expresly bids for Princes Pray ; That snells too Rank of Liturgy , say they . Dread Sir ! the World Rejoyced at Thy Throne ; Now Heav'n it self doth send to Greet Thy Crown . For True Devotion never Lives by Loss ; The Crown will Fix there , where they own the Cross . Poor Miscreant ! Why dost thou Labour thus , Whisper the BIRTH Suppositious ? Maugre your Wagers , Shams , and Stories wild , The CUSHION's Transubstantiate to a Child . And thou Fair Off-Set , that I may Divine , Assisted with Heavens Suffrage , mayst Thou Shine To future Ages , whilst Thou dost Inherit Thy Royal Sires Tres Grand Undaunted Spirit : To Advance this British Isle , that It may see It owes Its Grandure to Saint George , and Thee . To Chequeth ' Encroaching LYON , make him know His Station is , as is his Country , Low . To make our English Ships in the Worlds Eyes , Vessels of Fame , as well as Merchandise . That th' Scot may cease at last in Publick Pray'r , Canting Extempore , to beat the Air . But for Religions Credit , He may come , Unite to England and to Christendom . Less , we cannot suppose , the very Day When Thou Salutedst us doth loudly say Such Lessons . — The Eastern Sages Th' hast Out-done , They came to Pay their Duties to the SON , Thou com'st to Worship th' Undivided Three , The ever Bless'd Mysterious TRINITY . And now most August Sovereign ! Own Thy Son , Prepare Him Title and Dominion . The Loyal Britains are in haste we see , To Pay this Infant Homage on their Knee , The very Mountains Dance in Jolly Mirth , Transported with their Cousin Prince His Birth . The Irish Harp hath heard , and doth desire , A gladsom Consort with the British Lyre . The Frolick Wav●s are Mad , and Wanton All , Fancying the Next will be their Admiral . What says the Royal Mother ? Let Her come To Greet Her Fruit of Prayers , and Her Womb ; When in Her Blest Employ , She hath Ador'd Th' Author of Fruitfulness , Her Gracious Lord , She finds Her Innocent Diversion , With the same Lip to Bless , and Kiss Her Son . Oh may It grow , and like the English Air Perk up Its Head , and spread Its Root so Fair , That henceforth Britains Crown , if Heav'n so please , May'nt Straggle into Forreign Families . And crossing Natures First and Great Intent , Make us to be half Isle , half Continent . Italy likes the English-Man , they say , When thus Oblidg'd , let 's Study to Repay ; But this a Present is so near Immense , That Albion can never Recompense . No , though She turns that All which Guards Her Shore , Rocks into Gems , and Quicksands into Ore . The Garden of the World Italy is , It must be So , which sends such Fruit as This ! What do I further Strive ? all Verse is Dry , There is a Nobler , Juicyer Poetry ! Reach me a Flask from you pure Florence Vine : After such Fruit , 't is fit we should have Wine , To Drink a Florid Health to the Great Sire , His Royal Consort , and Their Hopeful Heir ! Drink with a Heart wherein the King may see , If open'd , Writ Long Live His Maiesty .

Printed by Mary Thompson at the Entrance into Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross , Anno Dom . MDCLXXXVIII .