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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62509	Instructions to a painter upon the death and funeral of Her Late Majesty, Q. Mary, of blessed memory by J. Talbot.	Talbot, James, d. 1708.	1695 (1695)	Wing T113; ESTC R22066	5,485	18

Above Description and beyond Belief And now the fatal News abroad is spread And weeping Crowds lament Maria Dead Crouds which had throng'd before her Palace-Gate To wait the dark Decrees of doubtful Fate Fame takes their ecchoing Griefs at first Rebound Whilst sighing Winds proclaim the mournful Sound And Universal Sorrow reigns around Here Painter let thy skilful Pencil draw The Venerable Founders of our Law Shew with what deep Concern the Patriots meet Forgetful now of Peace or War to treat A silent Horrour all the Place does fill And the great Bus'ness of the World stands still The wise Resolves which list'ning Nations wait Are all adjourn'd whilst Great Maria's Fate Becomes the only Theme of this sad Day 's Debate In mournful Eloquence both Orders show What to the Queen what to the King they owe And in their wise Addresses both prepare T' express their Grief for Her for Him their Care By these great Patterns of just Sorrow shown The Loyal City and the Rev'rend Gown Condole their Sov'reign's Loss and speak their own Isis and Cham offer their pious Tears And pay the mournful Honours of their Verse Their Learned Sons with humble Grief attend These Noble Somerset does recommend The Muses Glory and the Muses Friend Those Valiant Ormond leads in Arms renown'd By Arts and Arms with Deathless Lawrels crown'd Each Province now deputes its Loyal Chief To claim a Subject's Share in William's Grief Each Loyal Chief with Trouble and Surprize Renews his Sorrows from sad William's Eyes Next Painter to Whitehall the Scene translate And in dark Colours paint the mournful State Shew the sad Ensigns of Dead Majesty Which all around in dismal Glory lie At once to trouble and to please the Eye Here sighing Crouds with curious Grief resort Who ne'er till now went Sad from Mary's Court. But shorten here this melancholy Scene Our Griefs already have too tedious been And more of this black Pomp must yet be seen For now the sad Solemnity proceeds Which to the Western Temple slowly leads Paint an unusual Blackness in the Air Where hov'ring Clouds in gloomy Throngs prepare The Glorious Grief below to view and share See how the Royal Vertues all attend Each Royal Vertue was Maria's Friend Each Royal Vertue hangs her drooping Head Their deepest Sorrows All profusely shed And all lament their lov'd Maria Dead Kind Charity moves sadly on before Follow'd by weeping Multitudes of Poor These were the Fav'rites of the Royal Fair The daily Object of her Pious Care As She alas the Fate of their Despair With Zeal their low Necessities she sought With tender Speed her early Succours brought Thus with a large and yet a prudent Hand She scatter'd her wide Bounties round the Land And like the Sun munificently bright Where-e'er she look'd brought Plenty Warmth and Light Mourn Albion mourn thy deepest Sorrow 's shed Kind Charity laments her lov'd Maria Dead Next of the Train Fair Piety appears Her lovely Face disguis'd with comely Tears Behind her weep the Sacred Ministers Who to high Heav'n convey'd Maria's Prayers Oft have they knelt before Maria's Throne And from her Saint-like Zeal improv'd their own Maria oft their holy Labours prais'd And oft unask'd their modest Merits rais'd The happy Church her first Regards did share Whilst her respectful Love did well declare The Daughter's Reverence and the Mother's Care But Oh! what Tongue what Angel can rehearse Maria oft with Angels did converse The wondrous Raptures hid from Mortal View Which only Heav'n and Heav'n's bless'd Darling knew When the fair Saint in Transports unconfin'd Display'd the boundless Force of her enlarged Mind When like Elijah's her wing'd Soul did move In the bright Vehicle of Flaming Love Her Fellow-Saints with wondrous Joy look'd down And with some high Reward prepar'd to crown An Ardour scarcely Second to their own 'T was all Heav'ns Voice Maria should be gone T' adorn their Choir and their Creator's Throne They came and call'd her to the Glorious Flight Towards their fair Seats of unexhausted Light Mourn Albion mourn thy deepest Sorrows shed Fair Piety laments her lov'd Maria Dead Next Painter of the Venerable Band Draw Wisdom joyn'd with Justice Hand in Hand Justice and Wisdom constantly were known The fair Supporters of Maria's Throne The two bright Jewels that adorn'd her Crown These follow'd by Augusta's worthy Chief No common Sharer in the common Grief He by the two Wise Orders of our State In awful Pomp of Sorrow sadly Great Augusta oft with Pleasure has obey'd With Pride submitted whilst Maria sway'd Oft has she view'd with Joy her rising Pile The Glory of her Walls and of our Isle Ambitiously she urg'd the Builder's Haste And hop'd e'er few Revolving Moons were past Maria's Presence would her Altars grace Maria's Pray'rs would consecrate the Place Oft has our Senate thank'd the Royal Fair And own'd the Publick Safety to her Care Oft have they bless'd the Strong but Gentle Hand Which could their Duty and their Love command As oft admir'd the God-like Majesty That govern'd with a sweet and watchful Eye And could so well Great William's Throne supply Fearless they rested and secure of Fate Whilst He abroad defends and She at home supports the State Mourn Albion mourn thy deepest Sorrows shed Justice and Wisdom mourn their lov'd Maria Dead Strew all your Flow'rs and moisten them with Tears For see the Royal Pomp of Death appears Insulting proudly o'er Maria's Herse See where the Gloomy Conqu'ror sits on high With sullen Smiles and horrid Majesty Views his Fair Captive and surveys his State Whilst weeping Princes on his Triumph wait The Purple Steeds their crested Pride forget Forget the wonted Swiftness of their Feet Slowly they move with an unwilling Pace And in their Looks a Humane Grief confess With Tears the sad Spectators all behold Nor can the swelling Tide be now controll'd Their deepest Sorrows lavishly they shed All see and seeing mourn their lov'd Maria Dead But stay What Virtue 's that Divinely Great Supported next in melancholy State Oh! 't is Elisa gracefully Severe Lovely and Sad as any Virtue there Elisa Great in Sorrow as in Blood Laments the Fair the Royal and the Good Maria oft her Vertues would commend Oft own her by the happy Name of Friend Pleas'd in each shining Excellence to find The just Resemblance of her Spotless Mind Well worthy She of all to mourn in Chief Both from her Birth her Honours and her Grief A deep loose Veil o'er her fair Visage flows Which hides her Sorrows but her Graces shows So the bright Sun breaks through some sullen Cloud Whose envious Frowns his watry Glories shrowd Nor can that Shade his Boundless Beams confine At once he seems to Weep at once does Shine Mourn Albion mourn thy deepest Sorrows shed The Great Elisa mourns her lov'd Maria Dead A Beauteous Train attends the mournful Fair Grief in their Steps and in their Eyes Despair These oft Maria's vacant Hours enjoy'd Wisely her vacant Hours she still employ'd Oft have they prais'd the Beauties of her Mind Where Mildness with high Majesty was joyn'd Where State with easie Freedom did preside Without the base Extreams of Meanness or of Pride Mourn Albion mourn thy deepest Sorrows shed Ye Fair Assistants mourn your lov'd Maria Dead The Western Dome salutes its Royal Guest The fairest Saint which yet its Shrines has bless'd Whilst mournful Musick in melodious Sounds The ravish'd Sense at once delights and wounds Here Artist wish thy Skill could paint each Strain Which in sad Notes so sweetly did complain So Orpheus mourn'd when his lov'd Fair was slain Wish thou couldst shew the Heav'nly Words that hung Upon the holy Preacher's charming Tongue Words sweet as David wrote and Asaph sung Words whose sad Eloquence does well relate With pleasing Grief the Fair Maria's Fate And with such Life her Dying Vertues paint We mourn the Sov'reign but admire the Saint So Ancient Rome with false but pious Pride Her less deserving Caesar Deify'd She hears his Death with Sorrow and Surprize Till from the flaming Pile th' unfetter'd Eagle flies Then when th' Imperial Bird begins to soar All own the God and weep the Man no more But now the Latest Honours all are pay'd And the dark Grave receives the Mighty Dead There with her Hallow'd Ancestors to lie Entomb'd in Reverend Obscurity Here a fresh Stream of flowing Grief returns In speechless Horrour each Assistant mourns Till deep-mouth'd Cannon the sad Silence break And in loud Peals a Dreadful Sorrow speak The ecchoing Air returns the mournful Sound And Universal Nature groans around Cease Painter cease Thy Widow'd Art give o'er In silent Tears Maria's Death deplore And vow a Pilgrimage for Years to come To Fair Maria's consecrated Tomb There undisturb'd let her bless'd Relicks lie Nor think Maria's Name can ever die Whose Death as well as Life deserves a History FINIS