King James's Lamentation
UPON THE
LANDING
OF
KING WILLIAM
IN
HOLLAND.
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YE Kings and Princes, all draw nigh,
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And hear my Lamentation!
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For none was e'er so Curs'd as I,
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Who Rul'd this War-like Nation:
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To Irish Boggs forc[']d to Retreat,
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And quit the Crown of Britain ;
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Three Crowns of late, were mine by Fate,
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But now I[']ve none to Sit-on.
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(2)
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Scarce had the Irish sensless Crew
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Receiv'd me in their Army;
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But me, Brave William , do's pursue,
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And ev[']ry-where Alar'm me.
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Then Coward Teague begins to faint,
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His Courage then to fail him;
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And tho' the [B ]oyne to help him joyn,
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Yet dares not there Assail him.
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(3)
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As his Victorious Arms advance,
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I hasten to the Vulture ;
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And from the Rav[']nous Bird of F [r ]ance ,
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Seek Succour or Sepulture:
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But such unfortunate Success
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Do's on each side attend me;
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That Heav'n, I doubt, will put to Rout,
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All those who dare befriend me.
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(4)
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'Tis true, last Year an English Friend
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Did help the Gallick Navy;
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But now his Projects at an End,
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Of Help what prospect have I?
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My Brother Louis now thinks much
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Of all his vast Expences
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And if next Spring no Comfort bring,
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I shall be left defenceless
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(5)
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But never was less hope than now,
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Since William 's gon to Holland ;
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Where He and German Princes vow
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To make me King of No-Land .
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Ah, 'tis a fatal Interview!
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Their Aspects shew my Ruin:
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Such Earthy Stars, [p]ortend more Wars,
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To perfect my undoing.
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(6)
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Whilst on a Glorious Chair of State
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Great WILLIAM sits Adored;
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I mourn to think on my hard Fate,
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Which makes me thus Abhorred.
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O Grief of Mind to be forlorn,
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And by my own Reproved;
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Whilst in each Heart He has a part
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Courted, Admir'd and Loved.
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(7)
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'Twas my unblest Italian Queen,
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My Greatness that Confounded;
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Her Father's poor Estate is seen,
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With Fourscore Miles surrounded:
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By hocus Pranks, and Lazie Priests ,
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And Popish Conjurations;
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She's pull'd me down, I've left my Crown,
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And Three brave War-like Nations.
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(8)
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The Bishops I sent to the Tower ,
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And wou[']d have no Denial;
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I Hang'd my Subjects by my Power,
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And brought 'em then to Tryal.
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Poor Women I did Head and Hang,
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As Guilty of High-Treason:
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Thus ev[']ry Act was Popish Black,
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And destitute of Reason.
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(9)
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Then Kings and Potentates that be,
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Attend my Lamentation;
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And take Example now by me,
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Be wise by my Relation:
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For Providence doth rule all things,
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In Country, King, and People;
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But great[']s the Fall, and worst of all,
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That's from promotion's Steeple.
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