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Is, that

But, that which may relieve our care

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 reserv’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.

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Sung by Mrs. KNIGHT, to her MAJESTY,

on her Birth-Day.

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HIS happy day two lights are seen,

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Both nam'd alike, both crown'd appear,
The Saint above, th'INFANTA here,
May all those years, which CATHERINE
The Marty'r did for heav'n resign,

Be added to the line
Of

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
With CATHERINE the saint !

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.

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HAT revolutions in the world have been,

How are wechang’d, since we first saw the Queen?
She, like the sun, does still the same appear ;
Bright as she was at her arrival here!
Time has commission mortals to impair,
But things ccelestial is oblig'd to spare.

May ev'ry New Year find her still the same,
In health, and beauty, as she hither came!
When Lords, and Commons, with united voice,
Th'INFANT A 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 consent, and like desert, 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.

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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

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
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 blest oil, the widow's lasting feast,
Your treasure, as you pour'd it out, increas'd.
While some your beauty, fome your bounty fing,
Your native Ife 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 the, who in that court did dwell,
Could know such 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 seen, and known.

* Lady Anne Hyde.

TO

To the Duchess of ORLEANS, when me was

taking leave of the Court at Dover.

HAT fun of beauty did among us rise,
T!
ENGLAND first saw the light of your

fair

eyes.
In ENGLISH too your early wit was shown ;
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 she could retain,
Whom she first bred within her ambient Main.
Our late-burnt LONDON, in apparel new,
Shook off her alhes to have treated you:
But we must see our glory snatch'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 lose !
Sighs will not let us half our sorrows tell
Fair, lovely, great, and best of Nymphs, farewel!

Upon her * MAJESTY's New Buildings at

SOMERSET-HOUSE.

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G With Princes, and with palaces :

REAT QUE EN! that does our Island bless,

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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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