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A51781	A short view of the lives of those illustrious princes, Henry Duke of Glovcester, and Mary Princess of Orange deceased, late brother and sister of His Majesty the King of Great Brittain collected by T.M. Esq., to whome the same will serve a rule & pattern.	Manley, Thomas, 1628-1690.	1661 (1661)	Wing M446; ESTC R8035	34,733	124

her absen● in England which she said would be for some time the States gla●● to be so highly entrusted and wi●● such a treasure promised the utmo●● of their care and endeavour in th● said young Princes behalfe who● they then owned as their Prince a● promised to him all fidelity a●● as a testimony of their present affection to her their Princes mothe● they bestowed on her several gre●● and Princely gifts together wi●● an honourable splendid entertainment waiting upon her also to t●● Sea side where in a solemne a● respectful manner they took the farwel of her while she imbark● on shipboard and with a prospero● gale of wind arrived at the Engli●● shore where being landed on t● three and twentith day of September she was met and received by th● King of great Brittain and the Duke of Yorke and with a Royal traine a● tended to the Court at Whiteh● where afterwards she remained being entertained with Royal feastings and pleasures according to the laudable custom of antient dayes and contrary to the P●anatick humour of these times Where we may see some that do avoid pleasure out of a pretence of danger and dare not but abandon lawful delights for fear forsooth of sin these seeme like jgnorant metallists which cast away the pretious Ore because they cannot separate the gold from the dross or some simple Jew that condemes the pure streames of Iordan because they fall into the dead Sea why do not these men refuse to eat because meat hath made many gluttons how dare they cover themselves with clothes that know there is pride in raggs These hard tutors if not tyrants to themselves while they pretend a mortified strictness are injurious not only to their own liberty but to the liberty of their maker wherefore hath he given the Commodityes of the earth if not for use or why placed he man in Paradice not in a desert How can we more displease a liberall friend then to depart from his delicate feast wilfully hungry they are deceived that call this holiness It is the disease of a minde sullen distrustful and impotent There is nothing but evill which is not from heaven and he is none of Gods freind that rejects his gifts for his own abuse if God have mixed us a sweet cup let us drink it cheerfully commend the tast and be thankful rejoycing in it as his In this manner and no other were the festivous celebrations given to this Illustrious Princess the same still continuing until the Queen Mother was coming out of France as to receive the benefit of the long deteined Dowry so to give a visit to her son now settled for whose hoped restauration she had sent so many dayly Orasons to heaven whereof the King having notice on the twenty seventh of October went to meet ●her at her landing at Dover and from thence with a Princely equipage and royal attendance conducted her to whitehall after ninetten yeares absence thence with whome came the Illustrious Princess Heniretta her daughter and Prince Edward brother to the Prince Elector Palatine on the second day of November 1660. Long had not this contexture of happiness lasted before a sad sullen cloud began to cast a dimnes over all these joyes by the sudain falling sick of the Princess Royal of Orange into a like distemper with that which had so immaturely robbed us of her incomparable brother the Duke of Glocester whereof she had not lain sick many dayes but by the same hand using the same meanes of blood-letting she was translated into another world exchanging this life for a more certain and the transitory pleasures of earth for the never fading joyes of a more glorious Kingdome Her death was a new cause of sorrow to all faithful and Loyal hear●s which made them express their various sadness in several sorts according to the magnitude and excess of their greif among whom give me leave since the poore widowes mit● bringing what she could and all tha● she had was acceptable to add on teare to the general deluge of sorrow which covers the face of our English world in this ensuing Elegy An Elegy on the ever to be lamented death of the most Illustrious Princess Mary Princess of Orange and Sister to the King of great Brittain WHen Glocester dy'd such was my inward grief As made me speechless knowing that his life Was so profound a loss that weeping were A too too common tendant on his Beere That sorrow 's weak that deluges the eye 'T is grief indeed that turns to extasy But custome bates the greatness by degrees None counts that strange which every day he sees Though then my grief 's renew'd yet fashion will Break through and on this Herse lament its fill The Princess dead What dismal sound is that Which to my Soul such sadness doth relate Surely the fatal Sisters are agreed Alwaies to cut never to spin a thread Or if they will prolong they then devise To make Physitians as that spirit of lies Made Ahabs Prophets erring and deceived Whereby their words are not to be believed 〈◊〉 Christ●as Or if they may yet every one may see Who walks thereby lives but in jeopardy Hence thence pretenders from whose outside shew We have receiv'd a second dealy blow Fatal as that of Treason is the ayr As the late times infected thus to dare Only at Royal Branches or is this Of latter plots the Metempsuchosis What will the Belgicke Lyon think when now He hears of this with corrugated browth Inwardly curse the more then luckeless time He spar'd his darling to our wretched clime Tell me ye fates did ye intend it thus To bring a Gem and only shew it us Why have you else so soon our blesses crost To let us know by seeing what we lost Bring her again I 'le search the dismal deep For her lost shade nothing shall hold or keep My zealous spirit from an hourly quest Until I find the place where she doth rest Then on my knees I 'le pray that she will tell The cause and meanes how she so early fell But ah it is to late shee 's gon and I May melt my self to teares disolve and dye See how Great Charles himself doth sadly shroude His Kingly splendor in a mourning cloud And how darke sable the whole Court benights Which else had gloried in festivous rites And all is but too little when we minde Our loss for which such sorrow 's left behinde Hence forward I to Heaven will daily bow That it will daigne with a serener brow To smile upon the Rest that years may blesse Their heads when hoary with fresh happiness Now though condoling greatens but our loss And sence thereof but addeth to the cross ●vid Act. lib. Yet we must greive and make each sarfetch't groan Niobe like turne us almost to stone Or with Ciane let our discontent Admit no comfort while we do lament Our Princess rape that every one that heares Our sorrow