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But, that which may relieve our care
you have a help so near
Sung by Mrs. KNIGHT, to her MAJESTY,
on her Birth-Day.
HIS happy day two lights are seen,
Both nam'd alike, both crown'd appear,
Be added to the line
your blest 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 hear'n it self content
Without appearing old,
Of her MAJESTY on NEW-YEAR's
HAT revolutions in the world have been,
How are wechang’d, since we first saw the Queen?
May ev'ry New Year find her still the same,
With like consent, and like desert, was crown'd
* John Sobieski K. of Poland.
Of Tea, commended by her MAJESTY. VENU
ENU s her myrtle, Phoe B U s has his bays ;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes 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 sun does rise ; Whose rich productions we fo justly prize. The Muse's friend, Tea, does our fancy aid ; Repress those vapors which the head invade; And keeps that palace of the soul serene, Fit, on her Birth-day, to falute the Queen.
PROLOG U for the Lady - Aetors:
Spoken before K. CHARLE S II. MAZE us not with that majestic frown ; A
But lay aside 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 see great Jove's in picture, while He liftens to APOLLO's charming lyre, Or judges of the songs he does inspire. Comedians on the stage shew all their skill, And after do as love, and fortune, will: We are less careful, hid in this disguise ; In our own cloaths more serious, and more wise. Modeft at home, upon the Stage more bold; We seem warm lovers, tho' our breasts be cold. A fault committed here deserves no scorn, If we act well the parts to which we're born.
Of ber Royal HIGHNESS, Mother to the
Prince of ORANGE: and of her Portrait written by the late Duchess of York while pe liv'd with her.
EROIC Nymph! in tempests the support,
Into whose arms the Church, the State, and all
your own train,
* Lady Anne Hyde.
To the Duchess of ORLEANS, when me was
taking leave of the Court at Dover.
HAT fun of beauty did among us rise,
Upon her * MAJESTY's New Buildings at
G With Princes, and with palaces :
REAT QUE EN! that does our Island bless,
Treated fo ill, chas'd from your throne,