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Maria to Henric, and Henric to Maria, or, The Queen to the King in Holland, and His Majesty's answer two heroical epistles in imitation of the stile and manner of Ovid / written by a Young lady.
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1691
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Wing M598; ESTC R13331
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MARIA to HENRIC AND HENRIC to MARIA OR THE QUEEN to the KING IN HOLLAND AND HIS Majesty's Answer TWO Heroical Epistles IN Imitation of the Stile and Manner of Ovid. Written by a Young Lady LONDON Printed for Joseph Knight at the Pope's Head in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1691. MARIA TO HENRIC MInutes grow tedious time too slowly moves While Henric's absent and Maria loves Each Hour 's a Week and ev'ry Day a Year And ev'ry of Maria's Thoughts a Fear Not for Thy Faith my Fears are all for Thee For that dear Heart that nothing holds but me May I demand if Love e'er taught Thee yet To look on lazy Moments with Regret If Love has taught Thee his Account of Time If Henric's Love be such a Love as mine If so my Sighs are justify'd by thine If so you cannot frown and cannot chuse But all I sigh and all I say excuse And wish and speak and doubt and act with me If Love like mine in a Male Breast can be Female our Souls all Masculine our Love Strong is your Sense feebly your Passions move Here shrunk my Soul till my kind careless Pen Run on to Henric's Name I liv'd agen Henric more Noble than the rest of Men O happy Thought O blest Maria's Fate He loves does all above the common Rate You bufy'd yet with all those great Affairs Counsels Debates and Policy of Wars Safety of Kingdoms all the Mighty Things Worthy my Henric fit alone for Kings This some Relief to painful Absence gives Diverts the Pangs wherewith Maria strives While You the foaming untam'd Gallia chase And all Your Snares around the Tigress place Pleas'd thus to see her all at Your Command Whene'er You please to move Your Conqu'ring Hand Suffer not fond Maria to complain That You forget Your own dear am'rous Chain On unfledg'd Victries in the Nest You smile And great Designs Your Love and Hours beguile Alone my business and my all is You My self my Wishes all I have to do Your Name alone perswades me to endure That gives the Wound and that applies the Cure But there 's no Balsom priz'd by me above The bright Idea of Your Noble Love But if Your Love pardon the dubious Thought If You the gen'rous Flame from Belgia brought Why could it not perswade You to delay Why could not parting Tears induce Your stay How cruel short the pleasing Interview Short as 't was sweet as short disgustful too Why was I born so Great or You so Brave Were You less so or were I but a Slave My servile Consort I in view might have Nor think he 's now engag'd a Conqu'rour now Dying perhaps with Vict'ry on his Brow Wounded or sick or e'en I know not how Lost Mons the worthy Cause and British Isle Forgive the Queen that on Your Loss could smile Th' unwelcome News no sooner reach'd my Ear But straight I knew my Henric was not there No Towns are ever lost when he 's too near You often come indeed too near Your Foes Your Breast too oft too daringly expose You are too much a Conquerour for me I love You better than the Victory Yet I love Conquest and can wish it too But why methinks must all be done by You Let others take the Danger Let them stake Their Lives and let them Henric's Glory take Ha! What What would my fondling Passion do Oh that it might be Great as Great as now And yet incapable to wrong You too What 's State Respect or what 's a Crown to me Poor Joys How poor's a Queen depriv'd of Thee My very Dreams the softest Bliss I knew My Thoughts my Dreams are still employ'd with You Pleasing at first now serve t' afflict me too My Bed I with sad Apprehensions shake With sudden Shrieks and Cries I start and wake Attendants and officious Guards rush in When nothing but her Henric wants the Queen Shipwrack'd with Doubts and almost sunk by fear Least swelling Neptune so embrace my Dear E'en You that took of me so little Care You that expos'd in a small Shallop lay Defying Boreas and a Raging Sea By cruel deadly Sheets of Ice enclos'd Hunger and bold obtruding Death oppos'd Yet Your Prophetic Valour could inspire Your glowing Breast with such Heroic Fire The Shell that Coesar and his Fortunes bore Was destin'd to attain and reach'd the Shore Can You suppose with me to perish more Cease not to fear said You but blush to think That Henric and his Fortunes here must sink Ye Gods The Gods were with Thee and they saw These words were follow'd with sudden a Thaw And kind Heav'n cast Thee on thy Native Shore When nothing less was hop'd You wish'd no more If I of a more cow'rdly Sex had seen What mighty Perils shut my Henric in Away had flown my hasty tim'rous Soul Nor could that Prophecie so spoke recall My fleeting Breath restoring as it was 'T had been to dying me of little Force The fearful Tale e'en while I knew You safe A strange cold shivering to my Senses gave Methought and wrapt me in a chilly Wave Be kind my Love make haste Be rather flow And be my kinder Love in being so Be kind and cautious let me not sustain Those Dyings and those Agonies again While I implore soft Winds entreat the Sea To be as gentle as my Sighs for Thee And careful as Maria's Thoughts can be Safe as Thy Arms serene as those You give Your great Protection to and wish to live Live You Maria's she that lives for You. All Yours Adiou my Royal Love Adieu The Answer HENRIC TO MARIA HEalth to Maria may She ever be Blefs'd by the Gods as She 's held dear byome This Letter bears You and demands a Kiss While I at distance emulate the Blifs I had Your Lines which seem'd me thought to smile And as I read I saw You in the Stile Gentle endearing as You us'd to be I had methought Your self in some Degree Yet a faint Copy of Thy Mind and Thee But as so far 't was Yours no Joys could here So great approach my Soul or half so deâ—â— And yet methinks I 'm almost angry too To have my Love suspected thus by You As not a Passion great like Yours nor true Will You believe me Or how must I swear My Passion 's great as You are kind and fair Oh You mistake indeed our Passions move With all the Tenderness of Female Love Your Sex their Flames more artfully express While ours pent in our Bosoms scorch no less Reproach us not we cannot love like you Because we know not how to say we do Your Letter seems to chide I would be gone And leave Maria and her Charms so soon Those were enough indeed t' oblige my stay But such Affairs as mine forbid delay 'T would blast my Farne and Mars himself would frown And even blush to hear a Gen'ral own He left his Joys and Ease unwillingly And when oblig'd t' approach the Enemy