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R21984 GO on, Great Prince, the mighty Work pursue, / And reap the Laurels to your Vertue due. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 89609 UPON / HIS MAJESTIES / Going for / IRELAND. UPON HIS MAJESTIES Going for IRELAND. UPON HIS MAJESTY'S Going for IRELAND. 1690-1690 Richard Baldwin

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GO on, Great Prince, the mighty Work pursue, And reap the Laurels to your Vertue due. Go on, and let the sad Ierne share Your Glorious Triumphs, as it dos your Care. There Victory will on your Arms attend, (For Heaven must sure the Justest Cause befriend:) There urge the Fortune of your growing Fate, And kindly prop Iernes sinking State. Well, now hes Shipt! --- See how th obsequious Main And trembling Billows fear to entertain So Great a Pledge of Fortune, One to whom Fate owes so many Victories to come. Cease, cease, ye Winds, you need not send your Gales, His Subjects Loyal Vows will fill the Sails. The wondring Sea-gods on their Master gaze, And Reverend Triton on his Trumpet plays: No foamy Waves alarm the peaceful Deep, The Winds are husht, the very Tempests sleep; Till safely landing on the distant Shore, He views a Place he never saw before. Behold the Monarch walking on the Strand, Whilst mighty Crowds do blacken all the Sand: Guns, Trumpets, Drums, his Welcom all proclaim; Theres Soul, theres Life, nay, Magic in his Name. New Vigour from his Sight the Soldier draws, And through all Dangers boldly courts Applause; A nobler Warmth dos all the Men inspire, Their Breasts are heated, and they feel the Fire; While Peals of artful Thunder rend the Air, And their lowd Joy through the large Region bear. What Place will first our Caesars Arms employ, To give Presage of future Victory? Th unequal Force no meaner Town withstands, But beg their Peace with low submissive Hands. Cavan in vain relies upon its Strength, And views those Turrets which must fall at length. Where Valours wanting, what do Walls avail? Those may be stormd, but this can never fail. The English Youth, like a bold Torrent, run, And scorn the weak Attacks of Sword and Gun.
Forthwith the dastard Irish quit the Place, And scarce dare look our Party in the Face. So when Great Josuah, by Gods Command, With his unconquerd Host ore-ran the Land, The trembling Canaanite, possest with Fear, Fled to the Hills, yet scarce found Safety there: In vain they sought to shun approaching Death, Beggd to protract a poor and shameful Breath; The fiery Jews destroy the timerous Race, And shew the hardned Canaanite no Grace. Tredagh dos next the English Arms oppose, Following the Counsel of her Gallick Foes: At last, when no Relief, no Hope is near, And Death dos in a thousand Shapes appear, Taught by Experience of former Time, When haughty Cromwel punishd her great Crime, To Article she wisely dos begin, And opes her Gates, and lets the Monarch in. Now Naked Dublin do our Troops survey, A cheap, unguarded, and defenceless Prey, Unless the French have labourd to destroy The Place they coud not any more enjoy. And who can tell? For Fear, with Malice joind, No Bounds, no Limits to their Fury find: But if those Blood-hounds thus do serve the Isle, All France next Year shall be its Funeral Pile. Tis far above the Meanness of my Verse, Such great Heroick Actions to rehearse: For, ah! what Tribe of all the Muse below Can our Great Prince in equal Numbers shew? But if the Great Apollo dos inspire My vigrous Mind with no fantastick Fire, Ireland will in a Years revolving Space Our Mighty Caesars Glorious Triumphs grace. Jove did the Isle from Toads and Spiders free, A puny Task, below a Deity: But you far greater Miracles renew, A larger Laurel to your Worth is due; For by the Influence of your careful Toil You free the Men, Jove only freed the Soil.
ADVERTISEMENT. The Memoirs of Monsieur Deageant; containing the most secret Transactions and Affairs of France, from the Death of Henry IV. till the Beginning of the Ministry of the Cardinal de Richlieu. To which is added, A Particular Relation of the Archbishop of Embruns Voyage into England, and of his Negotiation for the Ad- vancement of the Roman Catholick Religion here; together with the Duke of Buckinghams Letters to the said Archbishop, about the Progress of that Affair: Which hapned the last Years of King James I. his Reign. Faith- fully Translated out of the French Original. The Cabinet Opend: or, The Secret History of the Amours of Madam de Maintenon with the French King Translated from the French Copy. Both Printed for Richard Balwin in the Old Baily. LONDON, Printed for Richard Baldwin near the Black Bull in the Old Baily. 1690.