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PANURGI PHILOCABALLI
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Invictaque manu stabilire labantia sceptra,
Imperii regnisque heredem inferre patemis.
Tu vero undosas fortunae experte procellas
Alternasque vices rerum, populique furentis
Deturbate odiis, et iniquis obrute fatis,
Rex Jacobe ingens ! si nunc te fervida Martis
Cura sinit, seu te Germani nobile fanum
Sive tenet blando nemoralis lernia nexu,
Seu fera Flandriacis vibras jam fulmina campis,
In mea vota veni facilisque banc aspice partem,
Qua nostri flos aevi, heroum ex sanguine cretus,
Arma tuis movet auspiciis victricia Gramus,
Teque parat patriis reducem jam sistere terris.
Quod si forte vices, et habet fortuna regressum,
Inveniant jam fata viam conversa trahentque1
Praedonem in praeceps et diro funere mergant.
Hoc satis; O superi faxint rata vota, nec ultra
Tristia conquerimur nobis incommoda belli.
Praemia magna ferent, placet hac mercede cruentas
Exeruisse manus, et sic periisse juvabit.
Tuque Leonigeri proles animusque Parentis
our afflicted State, and to stablish with invincible hand the falling
sceptre, and bring back the heir to his paternal throne. But oh !
great James! who hast indeed experienced the storm waves and
vicissitudes of fortune, overwhelmed by the hatreds of a raging
people, and the evils of a cruel fate, if now the intense interests of
war permit thee, whether it be the noble fane of St. Germains, or
green Ireland that holds thee in soft chain, or whether thou be
hurling the deadly bolts of war on the plains of Flanders,—come
to my prayers, look favourably on this land where the Graham,
the flower of our age, sprung from the blood of heroes—bears
conquering arms in thy name, and prepares to establish thee,
restored to the country of thy fathers. But if it be that fortune
has thy return in store, may the converted Fates find now a way
to hurl the robber headlong, and sink him in destruction. Suf¬
ficient this! and oh may the gods only bring about these our
desires, and no longer will we complain of the miseries of our
war! For such reward, it will delight us to have fought and to
have died.
And thou, offspring and soul of the Lion-bearing father, noble
1 trahentque, (?) trahantque.

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