Which on the TURKS fhall greater honor gain, To the QUEEN, upon her MAJESTY'S Birth-Day, after her happy Recovery from a dangerous Sickness. AREWELL the year! which threaten'd so Welcome the new! whose ev'ry day, But, we recover not fo faft The fenfe of fuch a danger paft; To fhew us what the Bless'd do there; The The influence, which we fondly fear, When cordials, and elixirs, fail'd On your pale cheek, he drop'd the how'r, Sung by Mrs. KNIGHT to her MAJESTY, on her Birth-Day. T HIS happy day two lights are feen, Be added to the line Of your bleft life among us here! For all the pains that fhe did feel, And all the torments of her wheel, May you as many pleafures fhare! With CATHERINE the Saint! Without Without appearing old, An hundred times may you, Of her MAJESTY on NEW-YEAR'S THAT revolutions in the world have been, WHAT How are we chang'd, fince we first faw the She, like the Sun, does ftill the fame appear; [Queen? Bright as fhe was at her arrival here! TIME has commiffion mortals to impair, May ev'ry New-Year find her ftill the fame, With like confent, and like defert, was crown'd The glorious Prince, that does the TURK confound. Victorious both! His conduct wins the day; And her example chafes vice away. Tho' louder fame attend the martial 'Tis greater glory to reform the age. rage, Of TEA, commended by her MAJESTY. ENUS her myrtle, PHOEBUS has his bays; to The best of Queens, and beft of herbs, we owe To the fair region, where the fun does rife ; PROLOGUE for the Lady-Actors: A MAZE us not with that majestic frown; But lay afide the greatnefs of your crown! And for that look, which does your people awe, When in your throne, and robes, you give them law, Lay it by here; and give a gentler fimile! Such as we fee great Jove's in picture, while He liftens to APOLLO's charming lyre, Or judges of the fongs he does infpire. Comedians on the Stage fhew all their skill, And after do as love, and fortune, will: We are lefs careful, hid in this difguife; In our own cloaths more serious, and more wife. Modeft at home, upon the Stage more bold; We feem warm lovers, tho' our breafts be cold. A fault committed here deferves no fcorn, If we act well the parts to which we're born. Of Of her Royal HIGHNESS, Mother to the Prince of ORANGE: and of her Portrait written by the late Dutchefs of YORK while fhe lived with her. H EROIC Nymph! in tempefts the support, In peace the glory, of the BRITISH Court! Into whofe arms, the Church, the State, and all That precious is, or facred here, did fall. Ages to come, that shall your bounty hear, Will think miftrefs of the INDIES were: you Tho' ftreighter bounds your fortune did confine, In your large heart was found a wealthy Mine : Like the bleft oil, the widow's lafting feast, Your treasure, as you pour'd it out, increas'd. While fome your beauty, fome your bounty fing, Your native Ifle does with your praises ring: But above all, a* Nymph of your own train, Gives us your character in such a strain, As none but she, who in that court did dwell,, Could know fuch worth; or worth describe fo well, So, while we mortals here at heav'n do guess, And more our weakness, than the place, exprefs; Some angel, a domeftic there, comes down, And tells the wonders he hath feen, and known. To the Duchefs of ORLEANS, when she was taking leave of the Court at Dover. fun of beauty did among us rife, Τ TENGLAND firft faw the light of your fair eyes. In ENGLISH too your early wit was shown: * Lady ANNE HYDE, 03 When |