A POEM ON THE CORONATION OF JAMES the II. King OF Great-Britain, France and Ireland, etc. Who was Crowned at Wistminster-Abey the 23th of April, 1685.  
Julium Sidus micat inter omnes, velut inter ignes Luna Minores Horat.  

A throne's Promotions Pyramid, and Kings  
Are God's Vicegerants, and the Healthful Springs  
Whence Judgement both and Equity do flow,  
To cause the Flowers of Peace and Plenty Grow,  
Which bear, and yield the Fruits of sweet Content,  
The Root and Nosegey of a Government.  
For as the Sun darts forth his Beams and Light,  
To clear the World from Darkness of the Night;  
A Gracious King makes Anarchy to Fly,  
By Justice joined with Sovereignty.  
'Tis Providence (that's nominated Fate)  
Guides and Governs all things in Church and State.  
Promotion and a Kingdoms Royal Crown  
Comes not by Chance; 'tis God al●●●●●rows down  
The Proud; Exalting those (who for D●●●nce)  
Take his decree and sure Omnipotence.  
Now since the Triumph of this joyful Day  
Hath turned the Wheels of an Hyperbole;  
And Expectation hath conceived in Vain  
A Gemini; and Labour without Pain  
Hath brought forth One, who is (without Contest)  
Of Royal Blood, and Sovereign Kings the Best:  
Great JAMES, who with his Conquest of Renown,  
And Sacred Head, hath honoured England's Crown;  
Let all his Subjects sound and echo forth  
A Loyal Simphonia to his Worth.  
The first rate Sovereign that was sadly tossed,  
From Wind to Wave, and was given o'er for Lost,  
'Twixt Scylla and Charibis, now hath past  
The Shore of Shipwrecks, and Arrived at last  
At that safe Harbour, where (though Billows Roar)  
No Tempest can prevail against him More.  
Call and conveen the Histories of Time,  
With all the Poems have been Wrote in Rhyme,  
And all the Hyrogliphicks that have been  
'Twixt Trismegistas and late Guiccardeen:  
Then let the great Chronologers point forth  
A Prince that was more Eminent in Worth;  
For Gratitude (the Glory of a King,  
The Life of Loyalty, and only thing  
That Binds a Subject firmly to persist  
In Truth, to live and Die a loyalist)  
Is his Predominant; he casts an Eye  
On those who did prove True, when Anarchy  
Eclipsed the Royal Race; and doth repay  
Their Deeds and Service, till this very Day.  
And furthermore, (as 'tis by all Confessed)  
Our present MARY is of Queens the Best;  
Tho Malice Judge and Envy's Jury Sat  
Upon her Size, no Blemish she'll admit;  
Her spotless Reputation doth Defy  
The rigid Critic of Hypocrecy.  
Cast all the virtues to one Total worth,  
Her Sume of parts will point the Product forth.  
But why should I presume thus to rehearse  
A Them that's far beyond the reach of Verse;  
Her innate Candour sendeth forth a Light,  
Can show her Splendour, in the darkest Night.  
Her Fame's enough her person to extole,  
And send her praises to the Artick-Pole.  
And though blind Mortals now should not her prize,  
Yet after ages will her canonize.  
Hence then State-grumbling Critics get ye gone,  
With all your pranks of Combination.  
In Israel the schismatics and Sects  
The very Prince of Peace himself did vex;  
So Trimmers now, and Counterfeits throw dirt  
At Church and State; and make Religion Squirt.  
Yet thou Great JAMES Vicegerant unto God,  
Whos Providence hath brought Thee safe, dryshod,  
Through that Red-Sea which threatened to fall down  
Upon thine Highness, and o'rwhelm thy Crown,  
Mind his great power; and keep before thine eye  
His Glory; that thy Name may never die;  
But have (when thou art laid in Earth's vast Womb)  
The Good and Great Engraven on thy Tomb.   

All flesh is grass; turn back, and look behind  
The vail of by past ages; and thou'lt fiind  
Time's glistering Glories are but shadows vain;  
And Man once Dead returneth not again:  
Crowns are but Cobwebs, and the Life of Man  
Compaired to Long Eternity's a Span.   
P. K.   

LONDON, Printed by George Croom, at the Sign of the Blue Ball in Thames-street, over against Baynard's- Castle. 1685.