In Illustrissimum, ac Serenissimum, Jacobum II, Regem Magnae Britaniae, Franciae, & Hiberniae, &c. cum publice coronam regalem indueret carmen epiphōnētikon A panegyrick poem on the coronation of the Illustrious and Serene, James II, King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.

In Illustrissimum, ac Serenissimum, JACOBUM II. Regem Magnae Britaniae, Franciae, & Hi∣berniae, &c. Cum publice Coronam Regalem indueret, CARMEN ἘΠΙΦΩΝΉΤΙΚΟΝ.

NUnc populi Paeana canant, pariter{que} triumphent, Undi{que} nunc altè resonantia tympana loetos Dent sonitus, tormenta tonent flammantia; puppes Per mare agant chore as, saltu{que} ad littora tendant. Cunctae simul Meritis JACOBI tempora sertis Condecorent; lauro{que} caput Victrice coronent: Nam cunctos Regi decet exultare sideles Hac luce, & pariter loetos celebrare triumphos, Hac luce, imminuit nostros quae jure dolores, Suspensas{que} tenet lachrymas, luctum{que} repellit. Texit horizontem nox atra, & lurida nostrum Carolus ut cecidit justus, bonus, inclitus, ingens: Nunc vero est radiis decorata Britannia claris, Te proebente tuos licet inter nubila vultus, Sol-JACOBE, fugans nebulas, tua splendida gemmis Signiferum populi faciens Diademata nostri. Est tibi Majestas, est virtus martia, nec non Mansuetudo animum decorat mitissima magnum. Non tulit aequa tuis Ahasueri fama trophoeis; Nec tam magnifico cinxit Diademate crinem. Regina effulget velut Hestera, gratia talis Insidet eximiae divina{que} Gloria formae: Corporis externis, animi{que} in sede repostis Dotibus, excelso genitam se sangine monstrat. Qui{que} tuis parent sceptris hi robore vincunt Peliden Phrygij fulmen memorabile belli. Exiguus Mundus jucundi Edenis imago Anglia foecunda est, liquido circumdata ponto. Quae tanti imperio regitur subjecta Monarchae, Ʋt nemo hunc terris, undisve Lacessere bello Audeat Hectoridum. Tunc cum diadema Britannum Obductum est tenebris, implevit nomine regna Extera: nunc proprijs monstrat sua lumina terris. At{que} ita, Magnanimi tandem de more Georgi, Splendida quem innumeros memorat repetita per annos Fama veneniferum ferri necuisse draconem Cuspide, tu rabidos domuisti fortiter hostes. Sed quid ego radijs monstro jam solis Eois Lumina syderei medium peragrantia coeli? (Scilicet haec laudum prima est, JACOBE, tuarum,) Cui genitor frater{que} fuit (peramabile nomen) Carolus, imperij recipit moderamina nostri. Nunc ergo attonitis animis vultu{que} Rebelles Loetisonas audite tubas, alacrem{que} triumphum.

Composuit P. K.

A PANEGYRICK POEM ON THE Coronation OF The Illustrious and Serene, JAMES II. King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland. &c.

LEt Subjects sing, Bells ring, and Cannons rore, And every Ship come dancing to the Shore, To Crown Great JAMES with everlasting Bays, And to his Worth ad Hecatombs of Praise; That Loyalists may their Allegiance pay, And flourish forth the Triumph of this Day Which mitigates our Moan, the Rod to kiss; And gives our Grief more than Parenthesis. Black sable Night, and Shades, eclips'd our Sky, When Royal CHARLES the Good and Great did dye: But radient Beams Great Britain's Haven now clears, Since Phoebus-JAMES behind the Cloud appears, Scattering the Vapours of sad Sighs, to make His Joyful CROWN our Nations Zodiack. The King of kings did Graciously design Him Martial, Mild, Majestick, and Divine. Ne'r had A'suerus half of his Renown, Nor Pomp, nor Splendour, hanging on his Crown. His Queen's like Esther, for Majestick Grace Darts from her eye, and shines o'r all her face: In Parts, and Person she doth well agree With her great Stem, and noble Pedigree. His Subjects are more Valiant, (yea, by far) Than was Achilles in the Trojan War. Brittain's a Microcosm, a Fertile Plain, Or Eden's Map, environ'd by the Main: Her King's a Monarch, and none dare withstand His Force of Armes by swelling Sea, or Land: When Lunacy o'rshadow'd Britains Crown, He gain'd abroad the Garland of Renown. And (as St. George the Dragon) James doth put The Viper of Sedition under Foot. But there's no Need to shew His Majesty With Beams I borrow from his Twy-light Sky; Let this suffice: JAMES, Brother, and the Son Of Charles, [ah Charles!] hath now his Reign begun. Retire then Rebels, till our Voice we raise, In York-shire Hoes, and Plaudities of Praise.

By Peter Ker.