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Show 12 TOE M S. If on that fcore your Highnefs will excufe This blufhing tribute of an artlefs Mufe, She may (encourag'd by your leaft regard, Which firft can worth create, and then reward) At modeft diftance with improved ftrains That Mercy celebrate which now fhe gains. But fhould you that feverer juftice ufe, Which thefe too prompt Approches may produce, As the fwift Hinde whic^i hath efcaped long, Believes a Vulgar fhot would be a wrong; But wounded by a Prince falls without fhame, ' A n d what in life fhe lofes, gains in fame : So if a Ray from you chance to be fent. Which to confume, and not to warm, is meant *, M y trembling Mufe at leaft more nobly dies, And fall* by that a truer facrifice. On the Death of the Queen of Bohemia. AL though the moft do with officious heat Only adote the Living and the Great', Yet this Queen's Merits Fame fo far hath fpread, That fhe rules ftill, though difpofleft and dead. For lofing one, two other Crowns remain'd ; Over all hearts and her o w n griefs fhe reign'd. T w o Thrones fo fplendid, as to none are lefs But to that third which fhe does n o w poffefs. Her Heart and Birth Fortune fo well did know, That feeking her o w n fame in fuch a Foe, She dreft the fpacious Theatre for the fight: And the admiring World call'd to the fight: A n Army then of mighty Sorrows brought, W h o all againft thisfingle Vertue fought •, And fometimes ftratagems, and fometimes blows T o her Heroick Soul they did oppofe :. But at her feet their vain attempts did fall, And flie difcover'd and fubdu'd them all. ii T 0 E M S. TilhTortune weary of her malice grew, Became her Captive and her Trophee too : And by too late a Tribute begg'd t' have been Admitted fubject to fo brave a Queen. But as fome Hero who a field hath wone, Viewing the things he hadfo greatly done \ W h e n by his fpirit's flight he finds that he With his o w n Life muft buy his Victory, He makes the flaughter'd heap that next him lies His Funeral Pile, and then in triumph dies : So fell this Royal Dame^ with conquering fpent, And left in every breaft her monument 5 Wherein fo high an Epitaph is writ, As I muft never dare to copy it. But that bright Angel which did on her wait, In fifty years contention with her fate, And in that office did with wonder fee H o w great her troubles, how much greater flie ; H o w flie maintain'd her belt Prerogative, In keeping ftill the power to Forgive : H o w high flie did in her Devotion go, And how her Condefcenfion ftoop'd as low; With how much Glory fhe had ever been A Daughter, Sifter, Mother, Wife, and Queen; Will fure employ fome deathlefs Mufe to tell Our Children this inftructive Miracle, W h o may her fad Illuftrious Life recite, And after all her Wrongs may do her right , On the 3. of September, i6$i. ^S when the glorious Magazine of Light Approches to his Canopy of Night, He with new fplendor clothes his dying Rays, And double brightnefs to his Beams conveys; And (as to brave and check his ending fate) Puts on his higheft looks in's loweft ftate, |