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Show JO POEMS. But our Ingratitude and Difcontent, Deferv'd.to know our Merc.es were but lent_ And thofe Complaints Heaven ill this Rigid Fate Does firft Cbaffife, and then Legitimate. By this « our Divifions does reprove, And makers join in Grief, if not in Love. For (Glorious Youth!) all Parties do agree, As in admiring, fo lamenting Thee, _ , The Sovereign's, Sub^'s, Foreigner s Delight , Thou wert the Univerfal Favourite. ... Not Home's Belov'd, and brave MarceUm, fell So much a Darling or a Miracle. _ Though buUt of Richeft Blood and Fineft Earth Thou hadft a Heart -ore Nobleman thy Birth Which by th' aftMive Changes thou didft know, Thou hadft but too much caufe and time to fhow. For when Fate did thy Infancy expofe T o the moft barbarous and ftupid toes; Yet thou didft then fo much exprefs the Prince, As did even them amaze, if not convince _ Nay, that loofeTyrant w h o m no Bound confind, W h o m neither Laws, nor Oaths, nor ihame could bind, Although his Soul was. than his look more grim, Yet thy^ brave Innocence half foftn d him; And he that Worth wherein thy Soul was dreft, By his ill-favour'd Clemency confeft ; | iiflening the ill which lie could hot repent, He calfd that Travel which was Banifhment. Efcap'd from him, thy Trials were cncreas d; The Scene was chang'd, but not the Danger ceas d: Ti*>u from rou^h Guardians to Seducers gone, Thofemade thy Temper, thefe thy J u d g m e n t ! ™ \ Whilft thou the Nobleft Champion wert tor Truth, Whether w e view thy Courage or thy Youth. If m foil Nature and Ambition claims Greater Reward than to encounter Flames, All that {hall know the Story muft allow A Martyr's Crown prepared for thy Brow. -, But T 0 E M S. n But^yet thou wert fufpended from thy Throne, Till thy Great Brother had regain'd his own: W h o though the braveft SufT'rer, yet even He Could not at*once have mift his Crown and Thee. But as Commifllon'd Angels make no ftay, But having done their Errand go their way : So thy part done, not thy reftored State, The future fplendor which did for thefe wait, Nor that thy Prince and Country muft mourn for Such a Support, and fuch aCounfellor, Could longer keep thee from that blifs, whence thou Look'ft down with pity on Earth's Monarchs now ? Where thy capacious Soul may quench her thirft, And younger Brothers may inherit firft. While on our King Heav'n does this care exprefs T o make his Comforts fafe he makes them lefs* For this fuccefsful Heathens ufe to fay, It is too much, {great Gods) fend fome allay. To Her Royal Highnefs the Dutchefs of York , on her commanding me to fend her fome things that I had written. TO you whofe Dignity ftrikes us with aw, And whofe far greater Judgment gives us Law, (Your Mind b'ing more tranfcendent than your State, For while but Knees to this, Hearts bow to that) Thefe humble Papers never durft come near, Had not your pow'rful W o r d bid them appear -, In which fuch majefty, fuch fweetnefs dwells, As in one act obliges, and compels. None can difpute Commands vouchfaf'd by you: What fhall m y fears then and confufion do? They muft refign, and by their juft pretence Some value fetonmy obedience. For in religious Duties, 'tis confeft, The moft Implicite are accepted belt. C 2 If |