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Maria a poem occasioned by the death of Her Majesty, addrest to three persons of honour / by Mr. Mottevx.
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Motteux, Peter Anthony, 1660-1718.
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fly when that Retreat is lost Not so MARIAs left its beauteous Seat Her will was Heav'ns nor cou'd she show Less than a Mind firm like her self and great Yet mov'd by weeping Kingdoms once her Care And more by her lov'd WILLIAM's deep despair She but consented not desir'd to go So Royal Brides whom Native Lands bemoan Shou'd unconcern'd depart t' ascend a distant Throne Proud humane Emmets 't is in vain Your fellow Emmets think you great The Queen who o're three Kingdoms and the Main O're her more noble Self and WILLIAM's Heart did reign Submits to stronger Fate Mean Souls then learn to dye and be forgot Nor murmur at your Lot What tho a Tytius proudly rise And dare affront the neighb'ring Skies Behold the more than Giant stalk along Ev'n Titan's Brood around Seem but a Pigmy Throng But see a Dart now makes him bite the ground Tho Heav'n and Earth at once seem'd his abode Yet down he headlong fell and shook the groaning Plain At once its Measure and its Load No more to rise again How weak he seem'd to Death how small How sudden was his Fall The Poor the Rich the Weak the Strong The Fool the Wise the Coward and the Brave The pious few the guilty Throng All cruel Fate all hasten to the Grave Th' insatiate Grave will swallow all The little things we great and mighty call Time does produce record and then deface Man dyes and then his Fame tho Life it self it cost Distance of Time like that of Place Will lessen Things till they are lost Curst thought must then thy Fame MARIA dye It must but yet it shall survive While Men or Learning are alive Till all in one vast Ruin buried lye In vain to scape th' inevitable Dart We move immur'd in Steel Soon as 't is shot 't is lodg'd within the heart We feel that last of Woes then ever cease to feel Fierce storms of War we shun in vain Or those on the less boist'rous Main Dishonourably to be safe To tempting Gain and prompting Glory deaf And within Skreens intrench'd defy Infectious Atoms scatter'd thro the Sky And make a foreign Warmth our dying Heat supply Alas whate're began must end To the same fatal Port by various Ways we tend Nor can we stray but downwards go Our Centre is below At least the Centre of our Dust is there Our Fire the Soul springs to its native Skies And there MARIA claim'd the loftiest Sphere That Sun set here more gloriously to rise So to become supremely bright Some sov'raign Orb removes the Throne Where in the vast Expanse it shone Leaves subject Globes awhile in night Then gilds new Worlds with purest streams of Light While in those blest Empyreal Plains The Royal Saint triumphant reigns Were guilty Souls their Fate to chuse They wou'd the Loan of curst Humanity refuse So small the Principal so great the Use The Gain so doubtful and the Loss so sure So soon that hasty Moment Life to lose So long a living Death endure All on which Vanity depends Is like it vain aud quickly past House Gardens Lands Wealth Honours Friends Vanish from us or we from them in haste Ev'n that which most a Lover charms The dear kind Beauty in whose circling Arms Lost in fierce Raptures of Delight He lives an Age each fleeting Night Ev'n that ah killing thought must go That earthly Heav'n is transitory too WILLIAM himself commission'd by the Sky To do its Work and fix the World again Sees th' only Charm which made that easy dye The best of Women leaves the best of Men. By Birth by Merit and by Choice a Queen And something more as godlike WILLIAM's Wife She on a glorious Throne was seen To reconcile two Opposites in Life The King still courted while the Husband sway'd The Queen commanded and the Wife obey'd Her Royal hands above debasing Pride Could weild a Scepter yet a Needle guide So Pallas could at once the Loom attend And States adorn teach govern and defend Ev'n Sloth in its most sure Retreat the Court Learn'd to make Work its sport No more on downy Beds of state Proudly unactive idly great Supinely layd it loll'd in lazy ease But rous'd from its lethargic Rest In vain it sought the the Fair to please By her example Industry was blest Ev'n City Matrons darling Sloth disclaim And sleeping Deans awake at great MARIA's Name From Court Deceit and Envy disappear And Truth and Charity no more are stangers there Ready when e're her People's Want did call The Manna still did regularly fall Oh! had not those who wish again For Egypt's Food with Egypt's Chain Join'd with our sins and caus'd her Flight Ere we could reach the Promis'd Land of Peace Not distant but in Sight She then had bid all Want and Sorrow cease And you had seen ungrateful murm'ring Band Wine Milk and Honey streaming thro the Land Hence Flattry pleasing Poyson hence Of all Addressers only thou Could'st Force a Frown from so serene a Brow Her fragrant Vertues truest Sweets dispence She shunn'd thee living and disclaims thee now Come Truth relate But hold my Muse nor try With feeble Wings to reach the loftiest Sky Thou mayst thy Sorrow to deceive Think on the Queen as if still here she reign'd But lest the Goddess be profan'd Now to some God her Praises leave And lo he 's found her Royal Mourner's Love His Tears his Grief that long that killing Scene The highest Panegyric prove As her least Praise is that she was a Queen Hear him ev'n Death his Foe implore There 's nothing now worth living for he cries She lost a Life He who survives her more She dy'd but once He ev'ry Moment dyes He nothing loves but Grief and Grief renewd Sighs Tears and Groans the dismal Train of Woe The Night 's black shades the Desart's solitude The Raven 's Croak the widdow'd Turtle 's Cooe The murm'ring Fall of Streams the Sight of Graves The Hopes of dying and the Thoughts of Her He who the World from Ruin saves Can to that World those dearer Thoughts prefer Ah Widdow'd Prince who hopeless grieve Since none thy Blessings can retrieve That we but cou'd asswage thy Woe Yet for the tott'ring World still condescend to live Nor be thy self our Foe See Britain's Genius seiz'd with dire affright Dreading to think thou too mayst dye See that of haughty Gallia by With ghastly Joy betray his Spight A half-smile on his horrid Visage see Yet check'd by Fear of Thee See mournful Europe dread the coming Spring And in the Husband miss the King The King who firm while all was trembling stood Resolv'd like Fate and dauntless like a God To Arms Heroic Prince to Arms Glory like Love has pow'rful Charms Let Glory now thy Soul engross And recompence its Rival's Loss Bid Trumpets sound and nothing name But Battels Conquests Triumphs Fame So shall with Tears of Blood insulting Foes Weep in their Turn and doubly feel our Woes Look up the ruling Planets smile And say to Britain as they roul Soon shall thy Genius warlike Isle That of declining France controul This Year rul'd by thy Monarch and the Sun Shall finish what the last begun Severely just a while we frown'd But thy MARIA for thy Crimes atton'd What shou'd prevail against a State Secure in WILLIAM and his Fate Be this your task ye Orbs and with Success His great Atchievements crown Your Revolutions by themselves are less Than by the Hero's Valour known In WILLIAM's Fame secure your own A fleeting Year to him you give His Deeds even when 't is past for ever bid it live As when a Prince inspires a Muse to sing Her Lays immortalize the Poet and the King FINIS * The Temple of Death a Poem * The Picture of Anacreon by the Marquess of Normanby * hheu fugaces Posthume c. The 14th Ode of Horace ' s 2d Book partly imitated and pâ—raphras'd
MARIA A POEM Occasioned by the DEATH OF Her MAJESTY Addrest to Three Persons of Honour By Mr. MOTTEVX LONDON Printed for Peter Buck at the Sign of the Temple near the Inner Temple Gate in Fleetstreet 1695. A POEM Occasioned by the Death of Her Majesty WEep Britons ease your Pangs of Grief Your Breasts o'reswoln with unborn sighs Now heave and labour for Relief The melting Vapors claim a Passage thro your Eyes While Majesty falls from the Throne By Sorrow's greatness only known While all the universal Loss condole While Cruelty it self can boast a pitying Soul Let not due Pomp to Sadness be deny'd We can no more our Sighs and Tears controul Than hush the Wind or stop the Tyde This may for ever cease to flow And That forget to blow E're the sad Tributes fail to be Divine MARIA paid to thee See! how affrighted Nature's Face With ghastly Paleness her Despair betrays Alas she finds the toylsom Cost Of num'rous Ages in a Moment lost So long design'd so soon destroy'd She scarce the Master-piece enjoy'd Which she so labour'd to create But ne're can hope to imitate She sees what scarce can gain belief Myriads of her surviving Children moan Whole Nations joyn in one incessant Groan And Mortal Foes confed'rates now in Grief With Looks black as our Weeds and drooping Head Each seems to mourn a Parent dead These these become thee wretched orphan Isle For what can now thy Cares beguile MARIA lives to thee no more Heav'n now is rich and Earth is poor Nor can she want or we bestow More than a Monument below A Monument exalted as her Birth And if Art this allows expressive of her Worth But what rich Mines will not the Charge exhaust Worlds will be bankrupt by the Cost In vain the New wou'd load the Old With Mountain-heaps of tributary Gold In vain his Queen to honour more The subject Ocean yield his richer store Cou'd this suffice to speak her Praise What more than Man what God the mighty Pile cou'd raise O Noble Montague whose Muse Second in Zeal and Force to none Words equal to your Theme can chuse Words which the God of Verse might own Sedate yet sprightly young yet wise At once you act and can advise Your towring Genius still appears Superior to whate're it dares Oh wo'ud you now but for a while The Poet and the Statesman reconcile The World might in your speaking Pictures find The Charms of MARY's Face the Graces of her Mind And you who teach us how to write Much by your Rules by your Examples more Great Normanby in whom unite The noblest Gifts of Nature's store Still like those great Intelligences prove Who Man inform and cheer while mighty Orbs they move You did to Death a Temple raise Which shall be lasting as its Reign Now its best Victim claims your Lays Erect a Monument to blest MARIA's Praise And spight of Death she 'll live again A fairer Picture now begin Than e're in Greece or Rome was seen And while MARIA's Face and Mind Most lively in your Thoughts you find Draw ev'ry Vertue ev'ry Grace A Soul divine an Angel's Face And from the bright Ideas paint A Queen a Beauty and a Saint Let Dorset or Apollo 't is the same For who but Dorset does inspire And doubly warm the whole harmonious Quire In equal Numbers celebrate her Fame If Verse divine can reach her Praise Immortal Dorset she commands your Lays Your Lays soft moving strong refin'd And above Man in ev'ry kind More good than great tho high as Soveraigns plac'd You too were from a Beauty torn Fit for some God but more in Dorset blest And best can right a Queen whom others can but mourn Then while those Children of your Mind Which Wit produc'd and Modesty does hide Are to a longing World deny'd Wou'd you describe that Wonder of her kind How wou'd that Best-good-man whose Wit so true Exposes Follies her Perfections shew Who but such Noble Bards with Sacred Rage Can such a Sacred Theme engage Arise then great Triumvirate arise Warmth Softness Wit together blend To Urge to Mourn and to Commend Raise raise her Fame high as her Seat the Skies While I who only dare excite Amidst the Throng am ravish'd with your Flight I drivn and shipwrack'd on the Muse's Rock Your Smiles my only hopes your Bounty all my stock To rove like other Wretches forc'd From our delicious Plains divorc'd Till William of good Kings the best Force an ungrateful Nation to be blest But if the whole Poetic Throng Must with her Praises make Parnassus ring Ah! let me late begin the Song For who so deeply griev'd can sing Yet once I 'll try if nothing can compose Our too tempestuous Woes Come Horace thou who best canst heal Substantial Pains which Spirits feel While thy close sense I boldly paraphrase And strive my Thoughts by thine to raise Teach me the Grief of others to asswage And if thou canst make mine less fiercely rage Vain is our hope and vain our strife To stem the rapid stream of Life None can that Flux of Moments Time controul Driv'n down the boist'rous Torrent all Impetuously we roul Into that boundless Ocean sure to fall Where as Time ends Eternity begins And Man is ever lost or endless Pleasure wins In vain when Age the Forehead rudely ploughs Self-Love is frighted into Pray'rs and Vows And Man to change Heav'ns stedfast Will wou'd try Unfit to live Yet more unfit to dye Spight of the holy Charm the feeble Wretch must move Not e'vn true Piety could save Or but reprieve him from the Grave While hoary Vertue does the Soul improve The frailer Body does decay And wither while we pray Almighty Pow'r could long Converse with thee From Death thy truest Vot'ries free Vot'ries who wing'd with Zeal can rise And ev'n below familiar in the Skies Thou know'st that thy MARIA's Frame Had been immortal as her Fame Say Guides of Souls who best her Zeal have known And by its Flames reviv'd your own Was not what is your Business her Delight While better than your words her actions led us right Ev'n Sports Pomps Cares and Toyls of State By which religious Fires abate But made her pious Flames aspire As Rains that quench a weak increase a vig'rous Fire Yet soon she dy'd but dy'd to live in Bliss Too good for such a World in vain it pray'd A better Life the loss of This repay'd The Saint was call'd to raise the Joys of Paradice What then shall angry Fate appease Nor Pray'rs nor Gifts can make it kind It changes all but its Decrees And still is deaf as well as blind What by three Bodies could Geryon gain But thrice to feel a mortal Pain Death from its triple Hold can force reluctant Life The struggling Spirits with unequal Strife Member by Member quit and Post by Post Scar'd trembling pale unwilling to depart Life leaves its inmost Fort the Heart Unknowing where to