Caledonia triumphans: a panegyrick to the King.
         Pennecuik, Alexander, 1652-1722.
      
       
         
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             Caledonia triumphans: a panegyrick to the King.
             Pennecuik, Alexander, 1652-1722.
          
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             Triumphans
             .
          
        
         
           A
           PANEGYRICK
           〈◊〉
           the
           KING
           .
        
         
           
             ●Hrice
             mighty
             PRINCE
             ,
             〈◊〉
             by
             thy
             Birth
             ,
          
           
             
             Bellona's
             Glory
             :
             Splendor
             of
             the
             Earth
             .
          
           
             〈…〉
             der
             of
             Brav'ry
             ,
             and
             of
             charming
             Parts
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             t
             Conquerour
             of
             Kingdoms
             and
             of
             Hearts
             ,
          
           
             ●he
             fam'd
             Hero's
             in
             our
             Age
             that
             be
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             e
             lose
             their
             Lustre
             ,
             when
             compar'd
             with
             Thee
             .
          
           
             〈…〉
             ed
             Peace-maker
             in
             our
             Bloody
             Wars
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             e
             Reconciler
             of
             Intestine
             Jarrs
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Martial
             THISTLE
             budds
             ,
             and
             no
             more
             withers
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             fragrant
             ROSE
             it's
             Scent
             again
             recovers
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             HARP
             is
             tun'd
             :
             And
             valiant
             SIR
             ,
             to
             Thee
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Conquering
             LILLIES
             bow
             and
             humbled
             be
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Ballance
             of
             all
             Europe
             SIR
             ,
             is
             Your's
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Help
             and
             Shelter
             of
             oppressed
             Powers
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Mortal
             in
             his
             Veins
             bears
             nobler
             Blood
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             ng
             from
             a
             Race
             ,
             both
             Ancient
             ,
             Great
             and
             Good
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             nders
             of
             our
             faith
             ,
             to
             Pop'ry
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             
               Holland
               ,
               Fla●ders
            
             ,
             and
             all
             Europe
             knows
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ●appy
             ORANGE-TREE
             ,
             both
             Branch
             and
             Root
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             hath
             blest
             Brittan
             with
             such
             cordial
             Fruit
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             those
             that
             in
             the
             Northern
             World
             do
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             much
             refreshed
             by
             the
             very
             Smell
             .
          
           
             ●●●ch
             perfumes
             all
             our
             European
             Costs
             ,
          
           
             ●●●●ugh
             Boreas
             Blasts
             and
             Hyperborean
             Frosts
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             our
             own
             Thule
             ,
             and
             the
             Orkney
             Isles
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             ound
             cold
             Russia
             many
             thousand
             Miles
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             rare
             Accomplishments
             that
             shine
             in
             You
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             s
             CALEDONIA
             thus
             her
             Case
             renew
             .
          
           
             ●ow
             if
             Great
             SIR
             ,
             you
             list
             to
             lend
             an
             Ear
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             a
             far
             Countrey
             ,
             joyful
             News
             we
             hear
             ,
          
           
             
               〈…〉
               rus
            
             gently
             blows
             ,
             and
             Whistling
             ,
             Sings
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             my
             sweet
             Gales
             ,
             delicious
             Tydings
             brings
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             of
             November
             ,
             that
             auspicious
             Day
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             valiant
             SCOTS
             their
             Colours
             did
             display
             ,
          
           
             ●he
             
               Western
               world
            
             ,
             where
             they
             did
             meet
             ,
          
           
             ●●●●sands
             of
             Welcomes
             prostrat
             at
             their
             Feet
             .
          
           
             〈…〉
             Soveraign
             Director
             was
             their
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             
               〈…〉
               ne
            
             them
             favour'd
             ;
             Earth
             ,
             Seas
             ,
             Wind
             and
             Tyde
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Natives
             made
             their
             Joyes
             ring
             to
             the
             Skyes
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             them
             ador'd
             as
             Demi-deitys
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             harmless
             Heathens
             ,
             whom
             through
             time
             we
             vow
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             ain
             good
             Subjects
             both
             to
             GOD
             and
             You.
          
           
             ANDREW
             our
             first
             Tutelar
             was
             he
             ,
          
           
             VNICORN
             ,
             must
             next
             Supporter
             be
             ,
          
           
             CALEDONIA
             doth
             bring
             up
             the
             Rear
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             ht
             with
             brave
             hardy
             Ladds
             ,
             and
             void
             of
             Fear
             ;
          
           
             ●●lendedly
             equpit
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Three
             ,
          
           
             Endeavour
             and
             Dolphin
             Hand-maids
             be
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             to
             these
             Praises
             ,
             this
             Addition
             have
             ,
          
           
             ●njuries
             they
             'l
             give
             ,
             nor
             yet
             receive
             .
          
           
             Ships
             and
             Men
             commanded
             Sir
             ,
             it
             's
             true
             ,
          
           
             ●aptains
             both
             of
             Sense
             and
             Honour
             too
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             are
             these
             Youths
             the
             Scum
             of
             this
             our
             Land
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             n
             effect
             ,
             a
             brave
             and
             generous
             Band.
          
           
             〈…〉
             t'd
             with
             thirst
             of
             Fame
             ,
             and
             sound
             to
             have
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             s
             upon
             the
             Marbles
             of
             their
             Grave
             .
          
           
             ●hough
             that
             hundreds
             in
             that
             Train
             do
             come
             ,
          
           
             ●●●se
             Vertues
             are
             eclipst
             with
             want
             at
             Home
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ●ere
             their
             Means
             but
             equal
             to
             their
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             the
             World
             you
             should
             not
             braver
             find
             .
          
           
             ●o
             allay
             Youths
             rash
             unwary
             Deeds
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             have
             their
             orders
             sent
             from
             elder
             Heads
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             wise
             Senat
             ,
             who
             Consult
             and
             Vote
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             is
             the
             Companys
             Int'rest
             ,
             and
             what
             not
             .
          
           
             〈…〉
             ding
             Fertile
             Fields
             and
             Golden
             Mountains
             ,
          
           
             〈…〉
             th
             〈…〉
             with
             clear
             〈◊〉
             〈…〉
             ristal
             Fountains
             ;
          
           
             Rivers
             ,
             safe
             Bayes
             ,
             variety
             of
             Plants
             ▪
          
           
             And
             useful
             Trees
             which
             our
             old
             Brittain
             wants
             .
          
           
             Here
             grows
             the
             
               Nicaragua
               Manchionell
            
             ,
          
           
             Vannileos
             also
             ,
             that
             perfumes
             so
             well
             .
          
           
             Our
             sable
             night
             is
             gone
             ,
             the
             day
             is
             won
             ,
          
           
             The
             SCOTS
             are
             follow'd
             with
             the
             RISING-SVN
             .
          
           
             The
             Ev'ning
             crowns
             the
             Day
             ,
             and
             what
             remains
             ?
          
           
             Old
             ALBANY
             its
             antient
             Fame
             regains
             .
          
           
             FERGVS
             1st
             .
             Your
             brave
             Ancestor
             gave
             the
             Scots
             of
             old
          
           
             FERGVS
             1st
             .
             A
             
               Lyon
               rampant
            
             in
             a
             field
             of
             Gold.
          
           
             When
             he
             our
             Coat-Armorial
             did
             dispense
             .
          
           
             Which
             now
             is
             ours
             ,
             in
             a
             true
             literal
             Sense
             .
          
           
             And
             can
             our
             Breasts
             such
             swelling
             Joys
             contain
             ,
          
           
             WlLLIAM
             the
             Lyon
             rules
             the
             SCOTS
             again
             :
          
           
             A
             Nation
             who
             with
             hearts
             ,
             with
             hands
             and
             head
             ,
          
           
             Will
             serve
             you
             ,
             Soveraign
             Sir
             ,
             in
             time
             of
             need
             .
          
           
             Warlike
             Gaustavus
             ,
             and
             Great
             
               Charl
               le
               maigne
            
             ,
          
           
             Did
             ne're
             employ
             our
             Martial
             swords
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             The
             
               Brittons
               ,
               Romans
               ,
               Saxons
            
             and
             the
             Danes
             ,
          
           
             Did
             all
             Invade
             Us
             ,
             but
             with
             fruitless
             Pains
             .
          
           
             The
             treach'rous
             Picts
             did
             oft
             attempt
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             But
             for
             Reward
             ,
             lost
             Countrey
             ,
             Life
             and
             Name
             .
          
           
             The
             noble
             Race
             of
             Douglass
             did
             excell
          
           
             In
             Military
             Glory
             ,
             all
             can
             tell
          
           
             At
             Home
             ,
             and
             Forraign
             Shoars
             ,
             yea
             ,
             ever
             still
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Sirname
             ,
             very
             few
             prove
             ill
             .
          
           
             The
             antient
             Grahams
             are
             brave
             ,
             ●●d
             all
             confess
             ,
          
           
             True
             to
             their
             Sov'raigns
             ,
             chiefly
             in
             distress
             .
          
           
             The
             Danes
             who
             made
             our
             neighb'ring
             Nation
             Slaves
             ;
          
           
             Found
             here
             the
             Hays
             who
             beat
             them
             to
             their
             G●ave
          
           
             Kind
             Mantua
             hath
             never
             yet
             forgot
          
           
             Rare
             Creighton
             ,
             call'd
             the
             
               Admirable
               Scot
            
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             life
             shews
             him
             a
             Miracle
             of
             Men
             :
          
           
             As
             it
             is
             drawn
             by
             an
             Italian
             Pen.
          
           
             Wallace
             and
             Bruce
             ,
             I
             shall
             not
             now
             rehearse
          
           
             Lest
             I
             offend
             you
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             with
             tedious
             Verse
             .
          
           
             And
             hundreds
             more
             of
             undenyed
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             For
             Arts
             and
             Arms
             ,
             whom
             I
             forbear
             to
             name
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             our
             Valour
             flew
             all
             Europe
             round
             ,
          
           
             So
             now
             our
             Trade
             scarce
             both
             the
             Poles
             shall
             bound
             .
          
           
             If
             You
             but
             own
             us
             ,
             Mighty
             Sir
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             No
             Devils
             we
             fear
             ,
             nor
             yet
             malicious
             Men.
          
           
             What
             humane
             Counter-plot
             can
             marr
             the
             thing
             ,
          
           
             That
             is
             protected
             by
             Great-Brittains
             King.
          
           
             Our
             Claim
             is
             just
             :
             and
             so
             we
             value
             not
          
           
             The
             Brags
             of
             Spain
             ,
             nor
             Thundrings
             of
             the
             Pope
             ,
          
           
             Who
             may
             well
             threaten
             ;
             Yet
             Don
             dare
             not
             fight
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             minds
             
               '
               DARIEN
            
             ,
             and
             old
             
               Eighty
               eight
            
             .
          
           
             Their
             Cruelties
             were
             Catholick
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             Not
             Christian
             ,
             to
             poor
             Indians
             and
             their
             Seed
             ,
          
           
             But
             those
             they
             call
             Hereticks
             of
             our
             Nation
             ,
          
           
             We
             hope
             will
             shew
             a
             meeker
             Reformation
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             insulting
             Neighbours
             henceforth
             taunt
          
           
             The
             gen'rous
             SCOTS
             ,
             for
             Poverty
             and
             Want.
          
           
             Our
             ships
             through
             all
             the
             World
             shal
             go
             and
             come
             ,
          
           
             Even
             from
             the
             Rising
             to
             the
             Setting
             Sun.
          
           
             Then
             shall
             we
             from
             the
             genuine
             Spring
             command
             ,
          
           
             What
             now
             we
             truckle
             at
             a
             second
             hand
             .
          
           
             And
             we
             shall
             flourish
             by
             your
             Royal
             Rays
             ,
          
           
             With
             Honour
             ,
             Riches
             ,
             and
             old
             Nestors
             days
             :
          
           
             And
             ever
             bless
             our
             GOD
             ,
             and
             praise
             our
             KING
             ,
          
           
             And
             
             CALEDONIA's
             Triumphs
             gladly
             sing
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             mercenary
             thoughts
             ,
             or
             base
             design
          
           
             Of
             servile
             Flatt'ry
             ,
             made
             th
             〈…〉
             Verse●