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Show 1 6 <p 0 EMS. Whilft your glad Subjeds with impatience throng T o fee a Blefling they have begg'd fo long; Whilft Nature (who in complement to you Kept back till n ow her wealth and beauty too) Hath, to attend the luftre your eyes bring, Sent forth her lov'd Ambafladour the Spring ; Whilft in your praife Fame's echo doth confpire With the foft touches of the facred Lyre i Let an obfcurer Mufe upon her knees Prefent you with fuch Offerings as thefe^ And you as a Divinity adore, That fo your mercy may appear the more *, W h o , though of thofe you fhould the beft receive. Can fuch imperfect ones as thefe forgive. Hail, Royal Beauty, V irgin bright and great, W h o do our hopeslecure, our joys compleat. W e cannot reckon what to you w e owe, W h o make Him happy w h o makes us be fo. But Heav n for us the defp'rate debt hath paid, W h o fuch a Monarch hath your Trophee made; A Prince whofe Vertue did alone fubdue r\ Armies of Men, and of Offences too. j So good, that from him all our bleffings flow, Yet is a greater than he can beftow. So great, that he difpenfes life and death, And Europe s fate depends upon his breath. (For Fortune in amends now courts him more Than ever fhe affronted him before : As Lovers that of Jealoufie repent Grow troublefome in kind acknowledgment.) W h o greater courage fhew'd in wooing you, Than "other Princes in their battels do. Never was Spain fo generoufly defi'd; Where they defign'd a Prey, he courts a Bride. Hence they may griefs what will his Anger prove, W h e n he appear'd fo brave in making Love *, And be more wife than to provoke his Arms, W h o can fubmit to nothing but jour Charms. And T 0 E M £ And till they give him leifure to fubdue, His Enemies muft owe their peace to you. Whilft he and you mixing illuftrious Rays^ As much above our wifhes as our praife, Such Hero's fhall produce, as even they Without regret or blufhes fhall obey. • To the Queen-Mothers Majejly, Jan. i. 166°. YOU juftly may forfake a Land which you Have found fo guilty and fo fatal too. Fortune, injurious to your Innocence, Shot all her poifon'd arrows here, or hence. 'Twas here bold Rebels once your Life purfu'4 (To w h o m 'twas Treafon only to be rude,) Till you were fore'd by their unwearied fpight ( O glorious Criminal!) to take your flight. Whence after you all that was Humane fled j For here, oh! here the Royal Martyr bled, Whofe caufe and heart muft be divine and high? That having you could be content to die, Here they purloin'd what w e to yoia did owe, And paid you in variety of woe. Yet all thofe billows in your breaft did meet A heart fo firm, fo loyal, and fo fweet, That over them you greater conqueft made Than your immortal Father ever had. For w e may read in ftory of fome few That fought like him, none that endur'd like you i Till Sorrow blufh'd to act what Traitors meant, And Providence it felf did firft repent. But as our Active, fo our Pafllve, ill Hath made your fhare to be the iufTerer's ftill. As from our Mifchiefs all your troubles grew, 'Tis your fad right to fuffer for them too. Elfe our Great Charles had not been hence fo long, Nor the Illuftrious Gloufter dy'd fb young: |