THE

WORKS

OF

George Stepney, Efq;

(3)

то

King JAMES II.

UPON HIS

Acceffion to to the Throne.

A

S victors lose the trouble they faftain

In greater trophies which the triumphs gain;
And martyrs, when the joyful crown is
giv'n,

Forget the pain, by which they purchas'd heav'n :
So when the Phænix of our empire dy'd,

And with a greater heir the empty throne supply'd;
Your glory diffipates our mournful dew,
And turns our grief for Charles to joy for you.
Myfterious fate; whofe one decree could prove,
The high extream of cruelty and love!

May then no flight of a blafpheming mufe
Those wife refolves of providence accufe,
Which eas'd our Atlas of his glorious weight,
Since ftronger Hercules fupports the state.
England no more fhall penfive thoughts employ
On him, fhe's loft; but him, fhe has, enjoy.
So Ariadne, when her lover fled,

And Bacchus honour'd the deferted bed,

Ceas'd with her tears to raise the swelling flood,
Forgot her Thefeus, and embrac'd the god.

On the University of Cambridge's burning the Duke of MONMOUTH'S Picture, 1685. who was formerly their Chancellor, In Answer to this Question,

Sed quid

Turba Remi? Sequitur fortunam, ut femper, & odit
Damnatos.

YES, fickle Cambridge, Perkins found this true

YES,

Both from your rabble, and your doctors too, With what applause you once receiv'd his grace, And begg'd a copy of his godlike face; But when the fage vice-chancellor was fure The original in limbo lay secure, `As greafie as himself he sends a lictor To vent his loyal malice on the picture. The beadle's wife endeavours all fhe can To fave the image of the tall young man, Which she so oft when pregnant did embrace, That with ftrong thoughts fhe might improve her race; But all in vain, fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traytor to the fire, Left it, like bones of Scanderbeg, incite Scythe-men next harveft to renew the fight.

Then in comes mayor Eagle, and does gravely alledge, He'll fubfcribe, if he can, for a bundle of fedge:

But