But, that which may relieve our care
Is, that you have a help so near
For all the evil you can prove;
The kindness of your Royal Love.
He, that was never known to mourn,
So many kingdoms from him torn,
His tears referv'd for you: more dear,
More priz'd, than all those kindoms were!
For when no healing art prevail'd,
When cordials, and elixirs, fail'd;
On your pale cheek he drop'd the show'r,
Reviv'd you like a dying flow'r.
Sung by Mrs. KNIGHT, to her MAJESTY, on her Birth-Day.
HIS happy day two lights are feen,
A glorious Saint, a matchlefs Queen:
Both nam'd alike, both crown'd appear,
The Saint above, th' IN FANTA here,
May all those Years, which CATHERINE
The Marty'r did for heav'n refign,
Be added to the line
Of your bleft life among us here!
For all the pains that she did feel,
And all the torments of her wheel,
May you as many pleasures share !
May heav'n it self content
With CATHERINE the faint!
Without appearing old,
An hundred times may you,
With eyes as bright as now,
This welcome day behold!
Of her MAJESTY on NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 1683.
HAT revolutions in the world have been,
W How are we chang'd, fince we firft faw the Queen?
She, like the fun, does ftill the fame appear;
Bright as she was at her arrival here!
TIME has commiffion mortals to impair,
But things cœleftial is oblig'd to fpare.
May ev'ry New Year find her ftill the fame,
In health, and beauty, as fhe hither came!
When Lords, and Commons, with united voice,
Th'INFANTA nam'd, approv'd the royal choice:
First of our Queens, whom not the KING alone,
But the whole nation, lifted to the throne.
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 chases vice away.
Tho' louder fame attend the martial rage, 'Tis greater glory to reform the age.
* John Sobieski K. of Poland.
Of TEA, commended by her MAJESTY.
ENUS her myrtle, PHOEBUS has his bays;
Tea both excels, which the vouchfafes to praise. The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe To that bold nation which the way did show To the fair region, where the fun does rise; Whose rich productions we so justly prize. The Mufe's friend, Tea, does our fancy aid; Reprefs those vapors which the head invade; And keeps that palace of the foul ferene, Fit, on her Birth-day, to falute the Queen.
PROLOGUE for the Lady-Actors: Spoken before K. CHARLES II.
MAZE us not with that majestic frown;
But lay afide the greatness 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 smile!
Such as we fee great Jove's in picture, while
He liftens to APO LLO's charming lyre,
Or judges of the fongs he does inspire.
Comedians on the Stage fhew all their skill,
And after do as love, and fortune, will:
We are lefs careful, hid in this disguise;
In our own cloaths more ferious, and more wife.
Modeft at home, upon the Stage more bold;
We feem warm lovers, tho' our breafts be cold.
A fault committed here deserves no scorn,
If we act well the parts to which we're born.
Of her Royal HIGHNESS, Mother to the Prince of ORANGE: and of her Portrait written by the late Duchess of YORK while fhe liv'd with her.
EROIC Nymph! in tempefts the support,
Hin peace the glory of the BRITISH Court!
Into whose arms the Church, the State, and all
That pretious is, or facred here, did fall.
Ages to come, that shall your bounty hear,
Will think you mistress of the INDIES were:
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 Isle 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 fhe, who in that court did dwell,
Could know fuch worth; or worth describe so well.
So, while we mortals here at heav'n do guess,
And more our weakness, than the place, express;
Some Angel, a domestic 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.
HAT fun of beauty did among us rife,
ENGLAND first saw the light of
In ENGLISH too your early wit was fhown;
Favor that language! which was then your own,
When, tho' a child, thro' guards you made your way:
What fleet, or army, could an Angel stay?
Thrice happy BRITAIN! if fhe could retain,
Whom the first bred within her ambient Main.
Our late-burnt LONDON, in apparel new,
Shook off her afhes to have treated you:
But we must see our glory fnatch'd away,
And with warm tears increase the guilty fea:
No wind can favor us; howe'er it blows,
We must be wreck'd, and our dear treasure lofe !
Sighs will not let us half our forrows tell
Fair, lovely, great, and beft of Nymphs, farewel!
Upon her* MAJESTY's New Buildings at SOMERSET-HOUSE.
REAT QUEEN! that does our Island bless, With Princes, and with palaces: Treated fo ill, chas'd from your throne, Returning, you adorn the town; And, with a brave revenge, do show Their glory went, and came, with you.
* Henrietta Maria, Q. Dowager of K. Charles I.
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