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Show g 'POEMS. Nor had we loft a Princefs all confeft T o be the greatei% wifeft, and the belt \ W h o leaving colder parts, but lefs unkind, (For it was here fhe fet, and there fhe ftun'd,) Did to a moft ungrateful Climate come T o make a Vifit, and to find a Tomb. So that w e fhould as much your fmile defpair, As of your ftay in this unpurged air ; But that your Mercy doth exceed our Crimes As much as your Example former times, And will forgive our OfT'rings, though the flame Does tremble ftill betwixt regret and fhame. For w e have juftly fuffered more than you By the fad guilt of all your fuff'rings too. As you thegreat Idea have been feen O f either fortune, and in both a Qtieen, Live ftill triumphant by the nobleft wars, And juftifie your reconciled ftars. See your Offenders for your mercy bow, And your try'd Virtue all Mankind allow \ While you to fuch a Race have given birth, As are contended for by Heaven and Earth. • • - . • - . Vpon the Princefs Royal her Return into ENGLAND. WElcome, fure Pledge, of reconciled Powers \ If Kingdoms have Good Angels,you are ours: For th' 111 ones check'd by your bright influence, Could never ftrike till you were hurried hence. But then, as Streams withftood more rapid grow, W a r and Confufion foon did overflow : Such and fo many forrows did fucceed, As it would be a new one n o w to read. But whilft your L uftre was to us deny'd, You fcattef'd bleffings every where befide. Nature T o E M s. 9 Nature and Fortune have lb curious been, T o give you Worth, and Scene to fhew it in. But w e do moft admire that gen'rous Care Which did your glorious Brother's fufferings ihare; So that he thought them in your Prefence none And yet your fuff'rings did increafe his own. O wond'rous Prodigy ! O Race Divine! W h o owe more to your Actions than your Line. Your Lives exalt your Father's deathlefs Name, The blufh of England, and the boaft of Fame. Pardon, Great Madam, this unfit Addrefs, Which does profane the Glory 'twould confefi. Our Crimes have banifh'd us from you, and w e W e r e more remov'd by them than by the Sea. Nor is it known whether w e wrong'd you more W h e n w e rebell'd, or now w e do adore. But what Guilt found, Devotion cannot mifs \ . And you who pardon'd that, will pardon this.. Your bleft Return tells us our ftorms are ceas'd, Our faults forgiven, and our ftars appeas'dj Your Mercy, which no Malice could deftroy^ Shall firft beftow, and then inftruct, our Joy. For bounteous Heav'n hath, in your Highnefs fent Our great Example, Blifs and Ornament. - • • • - • -» On the Death of the Illujlrious DVKE of GLOUCESTER. C^Reat Gloufters dead! and yet in this we muft J Confefs that angry Heaven is wife and juft. W e have fo long and yet fo ill endur d The woes which our offences had procur'd, That this new ftroke would all our ftrength deftroy, Had w e not known an interval of Joy. And yet perhaps this ftroke had been exciis'dj If w e this interval had not abus d. O Bur' |