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A67120	Lines dedicated to fame and truth written by Sr. Francis Wortley, knight and baronet, vpon the consideration of the various fortunes of that blessed and most vertuous Lady Elizabeth Queen of Bohemia.	Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.	1642 (1642)	Wing W3638; ESTC R26407	4,245	14

of German Horse have Jaded And thus retyr'd they blockt Him up they say When none durst charge 't was thought the safest vvay Have you eare seen a chafed Lyon stand With toyles encompast and on every Hand With Hunters gall'd yet none the Lists dare enter Least he too dearly pay for his Adventure VVhil'st all the Hunters various waies contrive To take this Lyon if they can alive So gald and wearie brave Prince Robert stood The Earth about him dy'd with German Blood At last a Troop of desperate Men they Horst Who on all sides assault him so enforst With multitudes when all the wayes they 'd try'd They took him living who would fain have dy'd Which News too soon did through the Army fly And that the Enemies had a fresh supply Who had encompast them on everie side In everie face that after this News dy'd He who had skill in Phisnomie might find How to revenge the Souldiers were inclind 'T is true they lost the Day but they behav'd Themselves so bravely they their Honour sav'd The meanest Souldier by Example led By Troops together mixt with Enemies dead The Paulsgrave was advis'd to quit the field Which He refus'd He scorn'd so much to Yeeld Being rudely prest He cuts himself a way Through all those Troops none durst enforce His stay He to the Wesen comes into it Leapt Which Him as safely as it 's Soveraign kept His sprighfull Steed so bravely landed Him As if He had Great Neptunes Dolphin been 'T is true the VVaves in multitudes increast And crouded in to welcome such a Guest Yet so obedient were to their commands The proudest VVaves there durst but kisse His hands Thus Landed safely on proud VVesens Banks He lifts His Eyes up and gives Heaven the thanks VVich such a confidence to Heaven He prayes He had Solomons blessing given and length of Dayes You who were once dear Wives sad Widdows now Mothers of Children who have kept each Vow Either to Heaven or to your Husbands made Think how the Queen was with this News dismaid But you were never Daughters to a King Nor did such Portions to your Husbands bring The Worlds great love to you hath never cost It any Blood you have no Kingdoms lost No hopes of Empire ther 's no Prince hath try'd His Fortunes in your cause No Kings have dy'd In your just quarrell You have not left Estates Or if you have not two Palatinates Your Eldest Son was not in Shipwrack lost Nor was your second in the Wesen tost Your third not taken Prisoner by his foes Had you all those and not such Sons as those How can how dare you judge of hers But as poore Vassals speak of Emperors They do beleeve at Court there are such things As they have heard their Magistrats call Kings Like those that dare the Stars by name recite Or count by Unites to an Infinite They 're forst to end where they at first begin And so in arrogance commit a sin So should you rob this good Queen of her glorie But I much more by telling of this Storie In this I do but as most People use I with a greater wrong a lesse excuse That which my naked Muse should cover Love In this case doth my disadvantage prove The World stands so affected to Her Storie No Muse I know but would impaire Her glorie The competition might grave Homer raise Or Maroes Soule to sing this good Queens praise Who eare he be he needs not to complain For this high Subject will enrich his strain And Impe the proudest Feather in his Wing That with the Larke he may mount high and sing Even to the admiration of the Quier Sute but the Subject and none can sing higher Congratulatory Lines Written upon the Landing of the renowned Prince Robert Nephew to our dear Soveraign and Son to the glorious Queen of Bohemia and Second Brother to the Illustrious Prince Elector WElcome thrice welcome brave Heroick Spirit He 's no good Subject Joyes not in the merit Of deare Eliza's blessed Progenie He 's no brave Man hath not his share in thee If th' English Danish Scottish German Blood Wanted their Stories thou wilt prove them good Yet let me tell thee thy brave Mothers Storie Like the bright Sun admits no rivall glorie When our brave Cordelion was betrai'd By Austria's Arch-Duke and his Prisoner made Such was our sorrow then and discontent As here was for thy late imprisonment Such was the Joy when He came safely home As here late was that thou wert hither come Eliza is derived from His Line And hath a braver Heart then his or thine Her Name to all succeeding times shall bee Glorious as His but more renown'd by Thee Poets are Prophets then accept from me These humble wishes as a Prophesie The Names no Stranger to th' Imperiall Seat May thy Sword make our dear Prince Charles the Great May thy dear Mother in blest old Age see Her wrongs and losses all repayr'd by Thee FINIS

LINES DEDICATED TO FAME and TRUTH Written by Sr. FRANCIS WORTLEY KNIGHT and BARRONET Vpon the consideration of the various Fortunes of that Blessed and most Vertuous Lady ELIZABETH QUEEN OF BOHEMIA Printed at York by Stephen Bulkley 1642. Lines Dedicated to Fame and Truth Written by Sir Francis Wortley Knight and Barronet c. IF all those vertues which the Criticks call Vertues Devine and vertues cardinall If these together mixt with Royall blood Can scarcely make a claime to merit good If her great merits could not impetrate So much as not to be unfortunate And in misfortunes to exceed so farre As if the worst of all her sex she were How light will our best worke be in heavens scale If Shee thus farre in points of merit faile Had Shee been Romes her Superarogation Had been sufficient for the British Nation And would have made the papall Sea as great As Rome was when it was Augustus seat Who would not have a blessed Pilgrim been Had he ever read the Story of this Queen Had not the Romane Doctrine been disputed That others merit cannot be imputed The Antinomists though th' are very loath To trust to works their thred bare faith would cloath In Her rich merits so even they might hope By merits to be sav'd without a Pope The Character of patience Iob even He must lose some Glory if compar'd with Thee The Story of thy sufferance who can tell This I dare say it hath no paralell Thou wer 't the Daughter of a mighty King Great Charles His only Sister and did'st bring A portion worthy the Imperiall Crown Besides the greatest portion was thine own 'T was for thy sake the German Princes did Set Bohems Crown upon thy Husbands Head They saw good Queen thy vertues were so great They would have pla'ct Thee on th' Imperiall Seat All these thou lost at once that we might see The Gods on Earth have a capacity Of fatall change that Kings and Queens may know There are no fixed fortunes here below Lord What a Sea of Princely Christian blood Hath been pour'd out to make thy Title good Had shee been Romes all these had Sainted been And stil'd The blessed Martyrs of this Queen Thou and thy King with a distracted Train Before thy Foes fled and pursu'd amain Thy Husband banisht from His Native soyl Friends Cities Country made a wofull spoyl And sackt The Plague the Famine Fire and Sword Were glutted all Nature the sights abhord Yet as enough thy patience were not tri'd Thy Gould in new fires must be purifi'd Thy first born Son which was the greatest losse With Ayry Nailes was sixt upon the Crosse Twixt Heaven and Water and the Vessell drownd There frozen to the Mast was next Day found Then Sweadens King that thunderbolt of War Who had He liv'd had been an Emperor Had rais'd Your Husbands Heart that He espi'd Some glimering hopes and in that twi-light died Before thou could'st recover such a crosse Sad News was brought thee of another losse That Great Gustavus was untimely slain As t' was suppos'd with Pistols sent from Spain Whose Martiall Soul not us'd to be said nay In it's Ascention got a glorious Day As in His Journey it the Planets past 'T was so much honored there great Mars at last Begun to fear He could not choose but see His Legions did incline to mutiny And joyn'd together would a Councell call To make that Spirit of His their Generall Never the Soul of any King Ascended Who had from Earth to Heaven been more cōmended My Muse grows weary with this Tragick Story Nor could I force her were it not Her glory Whom it concerns now to the last I come So may it be her brave Heroique Son Whose sweetnesse here hath so much honour got Except the Queen few have so great a stocke In Court and Country both nor would I see A kinder Father saving Majestie Then our King was and seldome have I seen A kinder Mother then our vertuous Queen When this sweet Prince had here tri'd some few freinds And had propounded to the King his ends He ships himselfe needs but to hoise halfe saile Least prayers and sighes should raise too great a gale Words are but ayre and prayers but words in forme 'T is but excesse of Ayre that makes a storme Austria too long for Justice hath been suited Their cause must now with sharpe swords be disputed Our King and they with treaties were deluded Both she and hers by Act of State excluded From all their Rights an Army then they rais'd On such a suddaine it the world amaz'd He brings them to the field beseidg'd a Town Which to th' Imperiallists was quickly known Two distant Armies correspondence hold Which made even both the Armies far more bold The lesser dares him out keeps him in play Meane while the stronger marches night and day And got behinde him to his passage make Which with their horse too strong for his they take When the Prince saw his army thus enclos'd He cals a Councell he himselfe suppos'd 'T was best to charge those which the passage kept Which all agreed on and before they slept They March away though they were almost tyr'd And over Marcht their Trenches then they Fir'd Into Brigadoes they their strength devide Flanker their foot with Horse on either side Their strength was Horse their Baggage they inclose Guarded their Cannon then He Craven chose And to his charge He did commit the Van Who prov'd himselfe that Day A Daring Man And shewd himself so resolute and bould His name is in the Book of Fame enrould He and His Brother did bring up the Reare Whose high born Spirits did that Day appeare Craven charg'd home and did them sore dismay But for their fresh supplies He won the Day The Battles joyn the Imperialists increa'st And as they grew Death had the greater Feast The Reare came bravely up the young Prince He In thirst of Honour sence of injury Himself to such high hazards He expos'd As He was often by His foes enclos'd Yet who enclos'd Him or enforst His stay He by their ruines made himself still way But when Prince Robert Her brave second Son Who 'mongst the Souldiers hath such Honour won Heard that His Princely Brother was ingag'd With love and Martiall fury both inrag'd Through troops of Horse and Foot He forst His way And finds Him freed yet there He would not stay He forward prest into the greatest throng Of all His foes His Sword there told His wrong He pickt out their Commanders whom He knew By Marks were giv'n Him those He took or slew Whose troops of Horse and Foot His fury fly Those He encounters must or yeeld or dye 'T was happinesse to them who did command Since they must Dye to Dye by such a Hand His Horse His Arme His very Sword was tyr'd That Spirit of His twice Sampsons strength requir'd And vvould their Waggons vvith rich spoyls have laded Nay all the troops