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An elegy on the death of Her Late Sacred Majesty Mary the Second, Queen of England, &c. who dyed December 28th, 1694 / by J. L. R. of S.
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J. L. R., of S.
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1695
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AN ELEGY ON THE Death of Her late SACRED MAJESTY MARY THE Second Queen of England c. Who Dyed December 28 th 1694. By J. L. R. of S. YORK Printed by John White for Francis Hildyard Book-Seller at the Bible in Stone-Gate 1695. Imprimatur Edm. Wickins R mo in Christo Patriac D no. D no. Johanni Archiepisc Ebor. Ã Sacris Dom. Apr. 19 1695. AN ELEGY on Queen MARY THE Second Queen of England c. HERE Muse thy selfe into a Vestal turn Such Fires alone shine in this Sacred urn Restrain thy lighter Fancy as 't is meet The ground 's too sacred for unhallow'd Feet But here an Isle heav'd from the deep we see That it might sacred to its Patron bee Another Delos Hence ' th muses humbly beg they ma'owne the hand By which th 'ave power to weep by which they stand The House of Commons and the house of Peeres Contend no Priv'ledge now but that of teares To weep is now become the Subiects Right 'T were Arbitrary Power for to deny 't The Rev'rend Snows from Miter'd heads distill In teares Like dews from of Mount Sions hill Which make the inferiour valleys fruitfull still Nor is this greife within our Seas confin'd Spaine Germany and Holland too are joyn'd Confederates in woe When Alexander saw Darius dead Not one insulting or proud word he said But with a gen'rous hand did nobly throw His Royal mantle o're his Vanquish'd foe More Royall still because employed Soe She fell not France by any power of Thine Our Royall Oake yeeldes only to the stroke divine Insult not then but let Thy Lillys come Joyn'd with our Roses to spread o're her tomb Shame That the Most Christian King should bafled be By Pagans thus in generosity Th' old Chaos now returns a delug'd world All things in t ' a common confusion hurl'd Promiscuous greife No firmament appears Dividing th' Vpper from the Lower teares Her funerall Pomp thro ' th liquid Streets did passe All Eyes seem'd such as if thro' Seas of Glasse Thus th' Israelitish Host at Gods command Thro the Red sea did goe on either hand Whilst th' briney Floods like Chrystal walls did stand Oh! That the nation could be rated soe That each might bear ' is proportion of the woe Stupendious greife How like our Souls thou art Whole in the whole and whole in every part Aristotles opinion of the Soul Our Ramah now doth Solemne mourning keep For us not Rachel we for Rachel weep England is now a Bacah Land of woe A land of fountaines tears doe make it soe But oh the horrour of that Royall floud Of greife Next that which once wept drops of blood Here draw the Curtaines Mortalls distance keep Approach not near where Majesty doth weep Tears are most strong and awfull when close kept Peter went out when bitterly he wept Luc. 22.26 Such mutuall loue did th' one to 'th other tye In him she liues in her he Seem'd to dye What Divine Mysterys of State we See One Single Soveraigne in Dualitye Some Kings doe make it their ambition Ours counts it th' greatest Crosse to rule alone Thus God at first created two great Lights The one to rule the day th' other the nights But these of ours shone with an equall ray The night if any well might passe for day Or if the Shechinah did sometimes shine And sometimes dark appear t' was still divine In her a perfect Scheme of heav'n we see Beauty without within all pietye Whilst York and Lancaster in Beautys feild Contend they both to ' th Purple Rose must yeeld Small Pox. But with such sweetness she resign'd her breath T' would make us almost fall in love with death Strangers would not beleeue it so to be Seeing all about her look more dead than she She did not Seeme to dye but gently passe From hence like Enoch who translated was Only her body she did leave behind All that was Mortall to the Earth consign'd This to the care of her Dear Lord she left Of all but th' Royall Mantle now bereaft Thus by Survivourship he doth inherit A double portion of her heav'n-borne spirit Divinely thus she ends the former yeare Enters those scenes where all things new appeare But heav'n perhaps not new to her did seem Where always had her Conversation beene Strange Paradox this Vertuous hypocrisy She was more pious then she seem'd to be Devotion was most practis'd when by none T' was Seene but only by th' All. Seeing one Like to that fire which in some sacred vrnes Expires when open'd Closd more strongly burnes What mutual gifts 'twixt heav'n and earth now tend The heav'ns a God a Goddesse th' Earth doth send When equall Sins for equall doome did call And fire may justly on our Citys fall She not like Lot to little Zoar flyes But Scales the highest Mountaines of the Skyes Such sacred Violence heav'n it selfe approves Triumphs when vanquish'd and its Conquerour loves And if that heav'n our Citys please to spare We must impute it rather to her prayer Than to the number of the Pious there When Moses on that great design was sent Joyn'd in Commission Aaron also went Thus when our Queen her heav'nly Progresse goes Our* Aaron too his due attendance showes John late Lord Arch B. of Cant. Like John the Baptist he prepares the way Thus angells did attend the Shechinah What fates must we expect when th' Lord of Hosts Calls in these Flaggs of Peace those whiter Ghosts And in that face where Sweetness only lay Doth his Red Flag of angry war display To 'th Kingdome she did still her aid afford Or in her Closet or at'th Councill Board Only we knew not whether to her cares We ow'd out safe'ty more or to her prayers Thus Israel good or bad successe did share As Moses's hands were lifted up in prayer Pious and prudent wife but from above The Serpent never Eating up the dove Reasons of state she knew yet practis'd none But what were founded in religion Her Councill tho' in things of great'st concern Came not t' advise her but of her to learne Kings from her Actions now their Rules will draw As from their great Justiniana's law Perhaps the only she whom men confesse That Presence did make great and absence lesse If Queens of this our age as wise had beene As that of Sheba we such Guests had seene Paying such frequent Visits to our Northerne Queene Perfection only from your sex must grow Th' world was not perfect till that made it soe A Princely Meen ioyn'd with an humble dresse A strange Majestick Greatnesse did expresse Not Solomon more glorys did dispense Than she cladin her native Country's Innocence Hence will our Sages still more learn'd appeare The more they understand their losses here God in Six days from the first Chaos brought This glorious fabrick by his wisdome wrought Thus she six Yeares in the like cares has spent In regulateing th' English goverment Such