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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36768	An elegy on the death of the Queen by C.D. rector of K. in S.	C. D. (Charles Darby), d. 1709.	1695 (1695)	Wing D245A; ESTC R31356	4,430	16

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE QUEEN By C. D. Rector of K. in S. Agrestem tenui Virg. LONDON Printed for John Chamberlain Bookseller in St. Edmunds-Bury and are to be Sold by Peter Parker at the Leg and Star in Cornhil and John VVhitlock near Stationers-Hall MDCXCV TO THE KING SINCE now Great Sir Addresses come in shoals And every one Your mighty Loss Condoles Vouchsafe among the rest not to refuse The mean Oblation of a Rustic Muse 'T is Coarse indeed yet sacred Stories tell Goats hair from Peasants once was taken well 'T is Rough and yet it is confest by all Vnpolish'd Grief is still most Natural A Poets name the Author dares not boast The Court and City have that Style engrost Yet when the Subject can alone infuse And very Sorrow can create a Muse When Poetry in mighty showers comes down And every Plash becomes a Helicon What wonder if some drops of this Inspiring Rage Light on a Levites humble Hermitage May You like that Restorer of our Race After this Deluge see a Worlds new Face May Glorious Triumphs blot out all your Woe And where the Cypress stands may Laurels grow May Tears like Dew precede Illustrious Days And passing Tolls but usher peals of Praise May shouting Trumpets drown the mournful Lyre And Victory each pensive Breast inspire 'Till Elegies in Paeans terminate And all that now Condole Congratulate So he who cleft the Waves with his Almighty Wand And led the trembling Host upon the Sand Silenc'd the Cries of the despairing Throng First led them through the Flood then sung the glorious Song AN ELEGY ON THE QUEENS Death who Died December 28. 1694. I. IF to be Good and Great Could plead Exemption from the Rules of Fate If Majesty with Love combin'd And the whole Band of Vertues join'd That Heav'n did e'er bestow on Womankind If Charms that Ravish'd every Eye And could subdue at once both Friend and Enemy If so Sublime a Goodness as might move Envy it self to praise and Spite it self to love Could mitigate the Laws of Destiny Our Sighs had all been spar'd and all our Eyes been dry II. In vain we wish we hope in vain To break the Adamantine Chain So far alas So weak are we To combate Heav'ns Decree That what we strive to keep away doth soonest flee So that fair Plant whose Climbing Branches spread A Canopy upon the scorched Prophets Head How soon the same Almighty Hand that rear'd The goodly Bower a Worm prepar'd By which in one short night It perish'd quite And like the Sun-burnt Seer lay withered III. But how shall we express In decent dress Our bleeding Griefs What sighs what moans What dying groans Sufficient are our Sorrows to confess Alas We need no further look Our Swooning Prince May us enough convince Who of our mighty Loss the truest Measures took Th' undaunted Hero whom before in all Its various shapes Death never could appall Yet sunk beneath the weight of this twice-fatal stroke IV. Never was Sorrow drawn in Lines more true For when his Consort drew Her dying breath He thought he could not rightly mourn her death Unless by dying too As once that famous Bard his lov'd Eurydice Resolv'd to follow to the Elysian shade So gladly He A Journey thither would have made And had not Britains Guardian Angel staid The hasting Lover He infallibly Drop'd by her Side A willing Sacrifice had dy'd Beyond Recovery V. Thus when in fatal Node Both Luminaries make their dark abode And gloomy Cynthia clouds her Husbands Head Th' Eclipsed Sun lies dead Until the labouring Orb affords him aid Mov'd by the Influence Of some benign Intelligence And drags the fainting Planet through the shade VI. The Chrystal Thames no more Her grief declares As she was wont before In rolling Groans and liquid floods of Tears But stops her Course and wrapt in Icy bands At this Amazing News like Statue stands Or like the famous Niobe of old And well indeed may we Conceive her now to be With Grief Congealed rather than with Cold. VII Belgia whose humble Soil from Neptunes Empire gain'd Is so Precariously retain'd As if she were but Tenant of the Fee And at the watry Monarchs Courtesie From Floods of Grief now fears a Deluge more Than from the overlooking Waves she did before The Rhine the Maes and Scheld With Sorrow swell'd Disdain their Channels now and range the Country o'er So bright while she Conversed there Our Maries Vertue shone It gilded all the misty Region Her Sweetness rendred her to all so dear The very Memory of Her Perfumes the fenny Soil and purifies the Air. VIII Nor less the fatal Sound Smites and Affects the whole Alliance round Each Prince and State By Friendship or by Interest before Are now in Sorrow too Confederate And furnish out their Quota's to the Common Store Cemented now with Tears the League doth stronger grow As Hannibal of yore Perpetual Enmity upon the Altar swore So to the Gallick name each Kingdom State And Potentate Before her Sacred Shrine Immortal hatred Vow And ev'n those Neutral States whose Policy Makes them in War but Standers by From their own wary Maxims swerve And now without Reserve In this great Cause of Grief renounce Neutrality Yea Envious France it self forc'd by her Vertue pays A Tribute to her Praise And some unwilling Tears upon her Ashes lays So when the mighty Herbrew Egypts Viceroy went To solemnize The aged Patriarchs Obsequies And bear his Ashes to the sacred Monument See what a Vertue so sublime can do Miscreant Egyptians bore a part and mourned too IX Our drooping Court half dead with Sorrow seems And well it may of half its Soul depriv'd Well may it shine with faint and dusky beams Of half its Splendor now bereav'd We now with wonder think when William o'er the Main To head the numerous fighting Train For half the Year was gone How oft She with a skill almost Divine And with a Courage more than Feminine Manag'd as well as fill'd the Throne And when she deign'd her Presence to afford Inspir'd and taught as well as grac'd the Council-Board So well in Her Our Prince did still appear We scarcely thought him Absent when he was not here So when the setting Sun the Oceans Arms embrance And Cynthia takes his place Oft with her silver Streams She draws so fair a Copy of his sprightly Beams Our puzzled Sense Can scarce discern the difference Deluded by the bright vicarious Ray The Labourer goes to work the Youth to play The Scholar reads the Traveller pursues his way And all are ready to mistake and call it Day X. London the Glory of our Isle Unable now to smile Has laid aside Her Gayeties and Pride And is become but one Long Funeral Procession Her Streets from East to West With gloomy Hue Like some dark Night-piece shew Or Horrors ghastly Scene with crowds of Mourners drest Scarce did she look more sad when newly burn'd To Ashes then and