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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33517	A Pindarique ode, humbly offer'd to the ever-blessed memory of our late Gracious Sovereign Lady, Queen Mary written by J.D., Gent.	Cobb, Samuel, 1675-1713.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1694 (1694)	Wing C4772; ESTC R5662	5,352	14

spent her Night like Thee Her Day Like Thee She could Create anew So far Her winged Bounty flew Thousands like Thee She often fed And oft She heal'd the Sick and oft reviv'd the Dead VIII Nor did She spread Her Charity alone To Heav'n and all the World Her Piety was known Religion did Her Actions sway Religion's Precept She did still obey And every Hour did Praise and ev'ry Hour did Pray She like th' old Hebrew Prophet did with Heaven discourse Her Prayers obtain'd such mighty force She talk'd with the Creator Face to Face And thence Her Beauty shone and thence Her Heav'nly Grace But all our Opticks of Philosophy All our faint Reason is to weak to see Whether She was a part of the Blest Trinity Whether She was the Holy Ghost or no And came in Human Flesh to visit us below For since She liv'd by Prayer we may suppose it so IX She like Elias when the Land was parch'd and dry Unlock'd the watry Chambers of the Skie Her Pray'rs such Blessings did obtain She from above could call the Dew and fruitful Rain Nor need we wonder at her living Power Since being dead She caus'd a greater Shower Her Prayers were equal to Her Friends and Foes She pray'd for these and pray'd for those And when the Scepter fill'd Her Royal Hand Of Idols how She purg'd the Christian Land Destroy'd the Golden Calves which did in Bethel stand Strong tho' a Woman like some Rock She stood And frightn'd all the Hellish Brood Vulturs and wild Birds of prey Owls and Bats which hate the Day From Her Divinity did haste away Thou North and then in God's great Dialect She spake God's Dialect became Her well Those cruel Foes to Us O North in pieces break And O ye Winds that stubborn Off-spring quell Drive those Swine headlong in the Tyrrhene Main said She For since they harmful and pernicious be And cannot live by Land 't is fit they should by Sea X. Tho Heav'n Her num'rous Vertues knew To Heav'n Her num'rous Vertues flew Tho' She had all the Glory that Mortality could have Glory that Cloud which like a Shadow runs And like a Daphne our Embraces shuns Tho' none was e'er more Good more Vertuous and more Brave Yet was Her Soul as Low and Humble as the Grave For ev'ry Night She spent and ev'ry Day In contemplation on Her native Clay Upon the Dust Her mindful Thought She kept And often at Her fading Glories wept Majestick Sorrow in Her Breast did rise And divine Tears stream'd from Her noble Eyes While Angels bore Her to the Land of Rest Such humble Thoughts Her gracious Mind possess'd She thought Her-self too mean to dwell among the Bless'd XI Henceforth ye Mountains which adorn fair Albion's Sea For ever Black and Mournful be O never more be White Nor kind to the returning Saylor's fight Whether from Guinea he his Riches show Or where wide Indus Silver Waters flow Or where Arabia's Spicy Forrests grow And Thou O France whilst Europe's Princes Mourn Since thou dost laugh and all their Sorrow scorn Be Curst May Heav'n with Bloody Int'rest repay Thy Cruelty and most Inhumane Joy And may thy Rhine and rapid Sein Role to the Ocean Bloody with thy Slain And make a truly Red a truly Purple Main XII And thou O Kensington Great Kensington But Ah! why do I call thee so Since now the Beaut'ous and the Mighty's gone Curst Kensington the cause of all our Woe Henceforth become a wild uncultivated Place And like some barren Desert be Let never Dew nor Showers descend on thee Nor let a Kingly Court thy Countries ever grace Fair Eye of Heav'n ne're on their Mountains shine Never thy usual Ray of Favour give As when the Beauty of the Place did live Whose Influence was more Pow'rful than thine Their Fields let never Plough-Men dress Their Trees no fruitful Branches bear Be only Cypresses and Willows there And all beside a stony Libyan Wilderness XIII But now She sees how vainly we lament Whilst She adorns the Starry Firmament Whilst Hallelujahs wast Her to the Heav'nly Shore Where Sancrost and Great Tillotson have sail'd before And as She passes through the Milky-Way Which leads to the White-Hall of God Where Stars innumerable are spread abroad She looks with Wonder and Amazement round the Realms of Day And as She Piously looks every where The Blessed Virgin first Salutes her there Two Maries now in Heav'n are seen The Blessed VIRGIN and the Blessed QVEEN Immortal Joy among the Just does grow The Blessed QVEEN does such a Ray bestow Heav'n with Triumphant Echoes does abound And greater Gladness does through the Bright Fabrick sound Than when a Hundred Sinners that repent are found XIV Fly fly pure Saint to Thine own Kingdoms fly And fix Thy Station in Thy Native Sky Go Royal Spirit lead on the Glorious Way Whilst Clouds and Stars beneath Thy Feet do lie Whilst Saints of Honour on their Musick play And all the Peers of Heav'n for Thy Arrival stay Lo up to th' highest Firmament She flies And there augments the Glory of the Skies There does the Pure and Innocent Soul remain There does She ever Live and ever Reign There sits She Cloth'd in pure refined Rays And hears Resounding Heav'n sing Her Eternal Praise So after the Redemption of Mankind After the Storms which the Great Ransome bore To Heav'n He did return from whence He came before And left His grieving Twelve behind As through the City of the Stars He rode Angels and Saints met the Triumphant God And full of Adoration and of Love Around him the bright Company did move And blest him as He past to fill His empty Throne above XV. Look down Triumphant Goddess and some Pity show On us Thy Subjects truly Militant below Favour our Pious Cause and let Thy Beaut'ous Star Defend and Guide us in our Noble WAR Let Thy Star fight for us I say For Stars of Old have fought in their Battalia And did their Bloody Banners against Israel's Foe display See how Thy Hero toils on this laborious Stage And struggles with an Impious Age. See what vast weight Thy WILLIAM does sustain Whilst Monstrous Tygers and fierce Beasts of prey And stubborn Men more fierce than they Cross His strong Rage in vain Now valiant Prince lament no more But to Thy streaming Sorrow place some Bound or Shore And the Tyrinthean Champion's steps pursue Who Dragons Beasts and Birds a mighty number slew At last by the Decrees of his great Father Iove He was translated to the Gods above And as through the bright Pavement he does walk And with his Heav'nly Brethren talk He does the Starry Monsters scare In Heav'n they 're fearful as on Earth they were And frightens all the Birds the Beasts and Serpents there FINIS * Ol. Comwel † Lewis XIV * The Arms of England * Alexander moan'd his dear Friend Cli●us † Ships made of Pine * Alluding to that noted Story of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Great God Pan is dead † The Pillars of Hercules Né plùs ultrà * Only Eagles can look against the Sun stedfastly † From Pharos an Island in Egypt lying at the Mouth of Nile * Nile flows but once a Year * M●ses ‖ The Church for Beth-el by interpretation signifies The House of God † By Vulturs and the rest are meant Roman Catholicks * The Tyrrhene is put for any Sea * A River in Paris † The Sun † Jud. 5. 20. The Stars in their courses fought against Sisera * Hercules so called from Tyrinthea a City near Argos where he was nurs'd