A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.

An Heroick Poem on Her Highness the Lady ANN's Voyage into Scotland: With a little Digression upon the Times.

INgrateful England, curst to that Degre, Fam'd for Rebellion and Inconstancy; All thy Possessions and Enjoyments spring From Monarch's Cares, yet thou'lt obey no King; To whose vain Humour Nothing is Delight, Nor Rain nor Sun-shine e'er can happen right; False and unworthy to obtain alone The greatest Blessing of the mildest Throne; Yet, being richer than I can express, Art justly punisht with Unhappiness; What thou art envy'd for, and all adore, Thou throw'st away, and to thy self art poor, And like the Miser that abounds in Bags, Wallow'st in Wealth, yet lov'st to go in Rags. The stubborn Jews their Monarchs still ador'd, They begg'd a King, and then obey'd their Lord; But stiff-Neck'd England, just from Slavery sav'd, Forgets, and longs again to be enslav'd. Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd, Rebels that once did sacrifice their God. True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell, which first they practic'd when from heav'n they fell, And ever since taught Traytors to rebel.

And now lest they should fail to reach him there, They stab him in his own Vice-gerent here; For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name, The Majesty of Heaven is still their Aim: Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's spite, Still to what's present to be opposite? Wretched be then with vain Mistrust and Fear, Banisht the sight of the most God-like Pair, And the bright Daughter of his Highness here; The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be, And Rocks and Quick-sands teach Men Loyalty. Old Albany they now alone shall grace, Scotland, whence sprung th' Imperial Stewarts Race; Scotland that boasts a mighty Duke, and Name Further than Parthia great Arsaces Fame.

PRepare you Heavens, disclose your bright∣est Ray, All Day your Marble, Night your Milkie Way; Ʋrania comes, the Goddess of our Isle, Ʋrania, that makes every Creature Smile: All they were born for, and can wish for here, Is but to bless her, and be blest by Her. Ten thousand Cupids guard her as she rides, And of her golden Bark surround the sides; Whilst Others fly aloft with Songs, and strow Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of Eden grow; For want of winds, with wings supply soft gales, And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails:

Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave, Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a wave; There, whilst she Sails, intomb••d in ••ollow Earth, Lie fetter'd close, and gro•••• for want of Birth; And Heav'n and Seas strive to be most serene, The Azure Blew, with the smooth glassy Green. You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try Your skills, and with a Mask delight her Eye. First, let the Sun send forth such kindly Heats, As Winter's shine, or Summer when it sets; No Icy, Cloudy, nor no Soultry Day, But all like Morning, and those Mornings May: Then gentle Zephyr unlock all thy store, And send soft Breezes from the Western Shore; Such as Arabia ••elix has refin'd With Trees of Spice fanning the precious wind; But just so much as she in State may glide; And safe in her Neptunian Chariot ride: Then thou Green God shalt wait on her above, As on Jove's Daughter, and the Queen of Love. Let thy shrill Trumpeters, the Tritons, blow; And summon all the watry Pow'rs below; The Nayades, and Nereids to appear, Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near: Fair Cytheraea and her Waiters Call, And Sea Nymphs, to adorn this Ocean's Ball; Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place, Each Mermaid that so doats upon her Face? Till they shall see how far above their own Ʋrania's is, and throw their Classes down.

The lesser Fry in Shoals before shall run, Like Clouds of Insects gather'd by the Sun; And nimble Dolphins wantonly shall play, And hunt the Plain, like Spanniels in her way. Next, let the great Leviathans resort, And not forget ••o make the Princess Sport; But at a harmless distance head the Train, And from their mighty Engines spout forth 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thus in such awful Manner let it be, That wondring Angels may look down to see, And make the Show more full of Majesty. Thou Nereus, do this mighty Task with Care; As much as was in Noah's Ark, is here: For since that Patrierch, when the world was drown'd, The like was never in one Vessel found. Her little Yatch and Squadron, as they ride, Swell to a Fleet and Admiral, with Pride, Lift up their Flags, like Piramids, on high, And with their Rain-bow Colours brave the sky: Th' Egyptian Gallies were not half so proud, When Cleopatra was o'er Nilus row'd. Thus gentle Neptune guard her o'er your Sea, From faithless Albion to glad Albany; Commit her safely to the longing Shore, To her first Father's, ancient Fergus Tower, There, as in Heav'n, her wishes to obtain, Till she return, and thou art blest again.