A PINDARIQUE ON His Majesties Birth-Day. By Mr. PRIOR Sung before Their Majesties at WHITEHALL, The Fourth of November 1690. A Prophecy by APOLLO. Matthew Prior Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R21116 A55911 Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. A Pindarique on His Majesties birth-day by Mr. Prior ; sung before Their Majesties at Whitehall, the fourth of November 1690. [London] Printed for John Amery ... 1690 pp. []-2. 1 sheet (2 p.)

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A PINDARIQUE ON His Majesties Birth-Day . By Mr. PRIOR Sung before Their Majesties at WHITEHALL , The Fourth of November 1690. A Prophecy by APOLLO . AS through Britania's Raging Sea , Our Great Defender Plowed his Glorious Way , To make our Wishes , and his Fame compleat , To fix a new our sinking State , And fill the great Decrees of Fate . Apollo turn'd the Mistick Book , In which Recorded lies the certain Doom Of Time unborn , and Years to come ; Auspicious Omens thence he took , Lawrel adorn'd his Brow , and Joy his Look ; Aloud he Blest the happy Day , Whose lustre twice returned must see , Truth Restored , and Albion Free . Aloud he bad the mighty Months proceed , All Deck'd with fair Success , and Crowned with happy Deed . He Smil'd , and struck the Lyre and said , Heaven has Revers'd Britania's Doom : Her promised Day appears , her better Fate is come . The gentle Star , whose joyful Ray , Enliven'd this Auspicious Day , When Holland blest the Hero's Birth , Doth with diffusive Goodness shed , It's larger Gifts , o're Britain's rising Head , And thence , around the Joyful Earth . Ye Sacred Muses , whose Harmonious lays Are destin'd to Record his Praise . Prepare with Solemn Joy , prepare The chearful Consort of the War : Awake the Trumpets , rouze the Drums , The King , the Conqueror , the Hero comes , With shining Arms he decks the listed Fields , IO Britannia ! They , IERNE yeilds , IO Britannia ! Bless the Conqueror , Put all thy Glory on , exert thy Power ; And greet thy WILLIAM's happy Toil , Assert the Sea , defend the Isles , And on the lower World look safely down , Thy Self a World alone . See on the Continent appear , Engaging Troops and ready War . On Foreign Plains the British Armies shine , WILLIAM leads on , and Victory pursues , And on Sein's Banks the Hero well renews The Glories of the Boyne . Deliver'd Gallia dreading now no more , Tyrannick Might , and Lawless Power , Obeys her Antient Conqueror . O're Europe freed Victorious WILLIAM Reigns , And sullen War , and vanquishe'd Pride , Behind his Chariot Wheels are Tied In Everlasting Chains . Bid the Drums and Trumpets cease , And Tune the softer Instruments of Peace ; All that through Speaking Pipes convey Sounds of Delight , and Images of Joy ; All that by Artful Charms , or Vocal Wires , In happy Numbers gently can Express , All the Pleasure , all the Bliss , That WILLIAM's Cares Deserve , or MARY's Love Requires . MARIA now no longer Fear The doubtful Chance of horrid war ; No longer Arm thy Hero with thy Prayer ; To Battle he no more shall Ride , No more for Thee , and His Britania Bleed . Saturnian Ages are renewed , and Golden Times succeed : The shinning Years begin their happy Race , With Conquest Crown'd , and Blest with Peace . Fair Plenty opens wide her bounteous Hand , And throws her Gifts o're all the Land . Virtue does with Heaven conspire , To make Britania's Joys entire , Whilst WILLIAM , and whilst MARY Reign . Astrea has forsook the Stars , And joyned her Throne to Theirs , Nor shall return from Earth again , Whilst WILLIAM , and whilst MARY Reign .