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B03274
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An elegy upon the death of the most illustrious princess Heneretta. Dutchess of Orleance, Maddam of France, &c.
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R. Philopolymathes.
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1670
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Wing E474; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[114]
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An Elegy Upon the Death of the Most Illustrious Princess HENERETTA Dutchess of ORLEANCE Maddam of FRANCE c. OUR day's o'recast Melpomine come on Assist my Fancy now I am alone Disturbed Spirits come my Soul affright Your doleful presence fits my Fancy right T' Express this Tragedy then let me choose The saddest of the Nine to be my Muse So shall my Verse with sighs and growns be full Fitting th' occasion though my Fancy's dull I be who t'other day rejoyc'd to hear Our Royal Princess came to Dover Peer Where Roaring Guns their Martial tune did sound Whilst Neptunes subjects danced all a round And Barges keeping time scarce known before Danc'd a Curranto with her to the shore Where she her welcome by that hollow sound That chears the English but the French doth stound Each Man more breath there from the Air did borrow T' Express their Joy but soon 't was turn'd to sorrow Then come sad Muse and briney tears distill Instead of Hellicon into my Quill Our sudden Joy soon into grief was hurl'd Heneretta leaving England left the World Yet ne're 't was known before the Brittish Main Was the blest Currant to the Eliazin Such Happiness she injoy'd in English ground As in the Gallick Court could not be found She sought but found nothing there worth her stay She therefore broke her Fast and fled away Unto those blessed mansions where all cares Are ta'ne away ther 's no such thing as tears She bears a part with Saints in Heavens blest Quire Where we by her example may aspire We live to dye strange Paradox yet true Since we 're but strangers we must bid adieu Yet Heavens we must complain that you 'r unkind Thus to surprize us and ne'r put 's in mind By Comets Meteors that do new appear But to give warning Princes deaths are near Death we have fear'd you sir since you began We think that nothing satisfie you can But Princes Corps you 'l brook no common Food Since you the sweetness know of Royal Blood In Ten Years space from Brittains Royal Tree Four mighty Arms are broken off by thee Heneretta dead this melts us all to tears And every one a Niobe appears Each Lady drowns with tears her sparkling eyes Becoming Martyrs to griefs cruelties 'T is true she left us for a better state To us unhappy to her a happy Fate Deatl was her Friend though we of him complain That called her from these Earthly cares and pain Yet an 't we bear it thus to loose a Friend Wâ— needs must hate what to our Love puts end But heark me think I do already hear The Heavens themselves with most meliodious cheat Chant sacred Anthems heark sweet mellody Princes souls compose this Harmony Whilst Mortalls here below do weeping cry Our Joy is fled unto Eternity An Epitaph â—tay Traveller and thou shalt see Mortal yet a Diety Princes are Gods his word doth cry Yet tells them they like men must dye Beauties Master piece here doth lay What silks and eloath nows clad in clay The Sun of beauties now is made Dark by Deaths interposed shade Majesty 's here laid in dust This tells you Fates decrees are just All must obey their just command Death's Summons no man dare withstand Though many from him fain would keep Whilst Captives to him truly creep Behold a Princess here doth lye Soon snatch'd from Earths Felicity She came to see her Native Land Where Pleasures was on eveâ—y hand But such trifles wan't her Aim She came and saw and overcame She saw Earth's joy was vanity So took her leave and went to dye R. Philopolymathes Printed for John Clark at the Harp and Bible in West-smith-field