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A62881	Elegies on I. Her Late Majesty of blessed memory, II. Late Arch-Bishop of Canterbury, III. Illustrious Duke of Ormond and Earl of Ossory, IV. Countess of Dorset, V. Consolatory poem, &c. together with A poem on the promotion of several eminent persons, &c. / by N. Tate ...	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1699 (1699)	Wing T183; ESTC R768	25,753	137

With mournful Grace unveil'd and sighing said If Strangers can such deep Concern express What Accents will suffice for my Distress Of these Remains can I sustain the Sight Who claim a Subject's and a Daughter 's Right Nurs'd with her warmest Beams whose Lustre fill'd My Front with Stars and did my Mitre gild Eve new created no such Pleasure took Her own bright Form discov'ring in the Brook And wheresoe're Her ravish'd Eyes She threw Still to have blooming Paradise in View So I at my own Happinese admir'd Ah where are now those golden Dreams retir'd Their faint Idea my sick Thought employs A cold Remembrance of departed Joys As Ship-wreckt Mariners on some bleak Shoar The Riches of their perisht Freight deplore Let me the Treasure I have lost declare Too vast for Time and Nature to Repair Be husht ye Winds ye Skies serene and clear No lowring Cloud or angry Wave appear While my MARIA's Virtues I recite O were my Language like Her Virtues Bright The Charming Sounds wou'd Guests from Hea'vn invite Heav'n wou'd be Here and with Immortal Lays My self a Seraph while I Sung her Praise What ancient Poets did inspir'd aver Of Female worth was Prophecy of Her And what their Age by Revelation saw Posterity must from Her Story draw Her Breast each cent'ring Excellence cou'd boast The scatter'd Virtues of Her Sex engrost Nor did those Beams on Her refracted Fall She All possest and in Perfection All. Cou'd Majesty and Mildness reconcile Hold Sov'raign Awe yet on Her Subjects smile Nor only Calm but Constant was Her Mind Fix'd as the Centre to Earth's Globe assign'd A Fortress which the Fates in vain assail'd And where the baffled King of Terrors fail'd Chearful as Angels or the Springing Day That tunes the Groves and makes the Meadows gay For blameless Mirth Heaven's Off-spring is confest And Heav'n was ever in MARIA's Breast Her Words and Actions all exactly weigh'd In Reason's Scale and by Discretion sway'd Alike from Prejudice and Passion free Henceforth of Prudence shall the Standart be Let Heav'n with Heav'n she correspondence held Say how my Saint in Piety excell'd Its sinking Empire how She did support And to a Sanctu'ry reform'd a Court. Say how Her bright Example cou'd disarm Establish'd Vice and make Religion Charm What frequent Visits to my Temple pay And there Instruct Devotion how to Pray Where thronging Cherubs did Her Zeal attend Ambitious who should with Her Vows ascend But Charity Her Souls essential Grace In tend'rest Strokes was pictur'd in Her Face Who like an Angel cou'd at Suff'rings melt Condole the Mis'ry She had never felt Reliev'd till Royal Bounty She had drein'd Then with Her Tears th'exhausted Store maintain'd Kind as the Pelican in Times of Need When for Her craving Off-spring She does bleed Such was my Sov'reign Such and yet expir'd To Earth so needful yet from Earth retir'd Yet see No wreck of Elements is found Time journeys on and Nature keeps her Round Our Vales may bloom again our Groves be green No more the Goddess of the Spring be seen She 's fled Divine MARIA's vanisht hence And sleeps with Queens of common Providence Like Them She has to Fate resign'd Her Breath O Triumph of the Grave O Pomp of Death With Her entomb'd Youth Beauty Vertue their Interment have O Pomp of Death O Tryumph of the Grave Yet Tyrants live ah What can Reason say They keep their Thrones who Iron Scepters sway Support me Faith if Faith too feeble be Support my Faith MARIA's Piety She pauz'd and wept BRITANNIA tho' with equal Grief opprest Majestick thus her Orisons addrest Hail Saint and Queen too weak alas that Style Hail Heroin and Goddess of our Isle My Pallas who cou'd absent Mars supply And Jove withdrawn like Juno rule the Sky Empire She priz'd not tho' to Empire born Nor sought the Pow'r She cou'd so well adorn Yet held Her Brittish Throne securely calm As Deborah within her Grove of Palm From whose orac'lous Shade she did prescribe And Audience gave to each consulting Tribe My Regent with such Grandeur such Address In Councel sway'd and prest with last Distress Like Her Spoke Victory and Look'd Success In publick Storms She heard the Billows rave And cheerfully the needfull Orders gave With pious Hope adjusted Her Commands And left th' Event on Providences Hands She knew what Mein the Sceptre Crown and Globe What Majesty became th' Imperial Robe But from th' Incumbrance freed of Sov'reign Awe What Artist can Her milder Beauties draw What Colours shall express What Pencil trace The Charms that did Her Conversation grace How beaming Joys Her Aspect did adorn And how She mov'd the Goddess of the Morn What Harmony did in Her Language dwell How sullen Griefs Her Accents cou'd dispell While softer They than shedding Roses fell Methinks I hear lamenting April say Unwelcome now returns my latest * The Queen's Birth-Day Day That once eclips'd the blooming Pride of May. The Day that with auspicious Hours did smile And gave a Jubilee to Britain's Isle No more than Festival shall entertain The Court with Revel or harmonious Strain For chearfull Songs my Bards must now retreat And Dirges breath to some forsaken Seat Seek gloomy Vales where blasted Nature pines And Grief with Night in cold Embraces joyns Let there what never must in Crouds be told Your mourning Muse that Dismal Scene unfold Let Fancy there rehearse in wild Complaint The sickning Sov'reign the expiring Saint When Sacrilegious Maladies combin'd Beauty's Imperial Temple undermin'd How ravaging through Her rich Veins they flew Till all in one-Assault Against Her gen'rous Heart their Forces drew While Nature cou'd no more the Fort supply And vanquisht Art it self stood Sighing by Well may his Sons despair when * The glomy weather in the Queen's sickness Phoebus shrouds His baffl'd Head and sculks in conscious Clouds Drives wide his Wain shuns his Meridian Way And through continu'd Darkness steals the Day Immortal Pow'rs can you behold ungriev'd Her Agonies who Nations had reliev'd Amidst Her Pangs see how She lies resign'd To your Disposal while you seem unkind Undaunted yet to your Allegiance true Bids Death Defiance but submits to You. She sees Distraction through Her Palace spread She sees the Graces weeping round Her Bed Yet still Compos'd till Her expiring Sight Her swooning Hero Here let deepest Night Her Mantle spread and Nature's Face disguise While Caesar sinks and while MARIA's Eyes Closing transferr Their Glories to the Skies Oh what Convulsions now shook Britain's Breast Her Sun and Moon in one Eclipse opprest Yet O Alcides of our Age sustain Thy last and greatest Task to Live and Reign This Conquest must Distinguish your bright Name And write You Foremost in the List of Fame Death ne're is Distant when Perfection's near Vertue Sublim'd will quickly disappear MARIAS's fall'n Worthy to have surviv'd Till Caesar's promis'd Triumphs were arriv'd Till harras'd Europe's Freedom She survey'd And crown'd the Haleyon Days for

ELEGIES ON I. Her late Majesty of blessed Memory II. Late Arch-Bishop of Canterbury III. Illustrious Duke of Ormond and Earl of Ossory IV. Countess of Dorset V. Consolatory Poem c. Together with A POEM on the PROMOTION of Several Eminent Persons c. By N. TATE Servant to His MAJESTY LONDON Printed for J. Wild at the Elephant at Charing-Cross 1699. TO HIS Most Excellent MAJESTY WILLIAM III OF Great Britain France and Ireland King Defender of the Faith c. SIR I Presum'd not to present Your Majesty with this Elegy when it was first written and 't is with Reluctance that I now mention the Mournful Occasion The Consternation We then lay Under was Only to be supported by SIR Your own Invincible Spirit But no less Resolution was necessary when the Liberties of Europe were reduced to the last Extremity and her whole Fortune depended under Heaven upon Your Majesties Endeavours Your Majesty was not only Engaged in the noblest Cause that ever Champion appear'd for but likewise Incumbred with greatest Difficulties both at Home and Abroad Such Difficulties as requir'd the most Consummate Qualities of a Prince and Hero the utmost Efforts of Conduct Fortitude and Industry And after all These the peculiar Protection Blessing and Favour of Providence which have been Miraculously exerted in Your Majesty's Preservation Your glorious Adventures and Management have SIR produc'd an honorable and advantageous PEACE which All Europe must Esteem a Happiness if only upon Account of the Dangers to which Your Sacred Person was expos'd in War Neither does the Publick Benefit and Usefulness of Heroick and virtuous Monarchs determine with the Business of the Field The Greatness of their Souls exerts it self as gloriously in the Dispensation of peaceable Government By promoting advantageous Laws and above All by Advancement of Religion and Piety Your Majesty's exemplary Zeal on these Occasions have procur'd You the Applause of Men and Angels The happy Success of Your Majesty's pious Intentions are not only the Prayer but certain Expectation of all good Men and will endear Your Name to Posterity beyond even Your Own Heroick Adventures and Performances SIR I acknowledge my Presumption in this Address but cast my self upon that Clemency which You are pleas'd to dispense even to the meanest of Your Subjects and therefore not to be despair'd of by Your Majesty's Most dutiful Humble Servant N. Tate MAVSOLEVM A Funeral Poem On Our Late Gracious Sovereign Queen MARY Of Blessed Memory SEE where the Royal * The Mausoleum in Westmi Abbey Shrine erected high Threatning the Temple's Roof as That the Sky With Starry Lamps and Banners blazing round And all the Pageantry of Death is crown'd For ah with flatt'ring Pride and Triumph vain Those Pyramids the dazling Pomp sustain While High in State their glitt'ring Trophies Rise Low at their Basis Britain's Glory lies Nor Sleep those blest Remains in Dead of Night Watcht only by unactive Tapers Light For thronging Seraphs from Coelestial Bowr's Descend to strew the Royal Hearse with Flow'rs What Sov'reign Odour from that Mixture springs Fann'd and Sublim'd by hov'ring Angels Wings These Rites perform'd th' Etherial Troops resign To Forms Divine as Their's the Royal Shrine For lo four Matrons deep in Sables clad Of Solemn Mien and Aspect Charming sad Advance with each Her Ensigns waving high The Emblems of Her Pow'r or Piety August BRITTANNIA the Procession leads In State the BELGIAN Matron Her succeeds BRITTANNIA's Train in Grandure of a Court Her Globe Her Scepter and Her Crown support BATAVIA with Her own Escutchion grac't Where Lions Rampant grasp Her Arrows sast * Church of England Eusebia next appears in Pomp divine See how Her Mitre and Her Crosier shine * Protestant Church of France Irene brings the Rear but She forlorn No Badge but of Distress before Her born A Wreath of Lillies Her sad Herald wore But Lillies Crimson'd in Her Off-spring's Gore Now to their sundry Stations they disperse The high arch'd Inlets to the Sov'reign Hearse Where solemnly each Matron takes her Stand With each a fuming Censer in her Hand All Mute a while with awful Sorrow strook Till Belgia thus in troubled Accents spoke Ah how transform'd from what I was of late How blest ye Pow'rs how prosp'rous was my State My flourishing Towns with Pleasure I survey'd The World 's great Mart and Seat of Commerce made Cov'ring with floating Colonies the Main While Gallick Rage at Home I could sustain Visit both Poles to Spicy Climates run And spread my Naval Wings before the rising Sun No more can populous Towns or swelling Seas The stronger Deluge of my Grief appease My Spicy Eastern Groves no longer please Matrons sad Vigils through my Cities keep With streaming Tears my Saylors swell the Deep There Tritons started from their Coral Cells Rang'd on the Rocks to Dirges tune their Shells On sep'rate Cliffs their pensive Nereids sit No chearful Song or am'rous Glance admit No more with Pearl and Amber deck their Head But Mourn forlorn their Amphitrite Dead From Dawn to Dusk and weep the Stars to Bed Ye Winds that waft my freighted Fleets away Neglect your Charge let useless Traffick stay Till you to Java's Isle my Sighs convey Fate 's Triumph over Nature there proclaim And say MARIA's nothing but a Name A Hearse an Urn as Vulgar Mortals are To Earth no more but to the Skies a Star She said IRENE next her Plaints addrest Plaints which her Looks too sensibly exprest An Exile from her Native Shore she fled By Innocence and Mourning Angels led A pearly Show'r Her fairer Face bedews While Thus what Passion dictates She pursues Instruct me Grief unable to sustain Thy pressing Weight to whom shall I Complain To Earth or Skies 'T is they that have Engross'd 'T is they that share the Treasure I have lost To Seas ' There Thetis Comfortless appears And for Her Self reserves the Ocean's Tears To gentle Winds and Air if I Complain They can but Sigh and Sigh like me in Vain Nature Replies when her Relief I try That She has lost and grieves as much as I. Or would I to MARIA's self Address The Royal Refuge of my past Distress The Queen of Pity I no longer find Enthron'd but here ah fatal Change Enshrin'd High rapt in heav'n'y Bow'rs Her Soul remains Her breathless Reliques a deaf Tomb contains Ye happier Rivals in our Common Grief You Mourn but not like me without Relief Britain and Belgia through the Main can roam Enrich'd with Treasures of Both Indies come And like an Altar deck MARIA's Tomb. Her Hierarchy does fair Eusebia bless Secure She does Her sacred Rights possess And stores of grateful Incense can address What Tribute to Her Ashes can I give Who only did by Her Indulgence live A Wretche's last Reserve I will bestow My Tears but see They uncommanded slow Like Weeping Niobe's their Steams renew O that like Her I could turn Marble too She ceas'd EVSEBIA then her Starry Head