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Albion's tears on the death of Her Sacred Majesty Queen Mary a pindarick poem.
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Wing A880; ESTC R12036
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ALBION'S Tears ON THE DEATH OF Her Sacred Majesty Queen MARY A Pindarick Poem LONDON Printed for J. Place and are to be Sold by J. Whitlock near Stationers-Hall 1695. ERRATA's PAge 4. Line 10. after Grief add a. p. 5. l. 5. for would read to a Parenthesis beginning l. 4. and ending l. 8. p. 6. l. 16. for Ears read Ear. p. 8. l. 17. for Cloisterous read Cloisteral A Pindarick Poem c. I. DEsolate Albion mourn thy cruel Fate Maria's Dead The fair the chast the great the good Maria's Dead And with her all those glorious Titles fled That Vertuous cou'd Adorn or add to Great Of Graces sh ' had so vast a Store Impoverish'd Nature cou'd not add one more Beauty and Goodness in her so combin'd That like the Sun where-e'er she shin'd At once she gave both Light and Warmth to humane Kind How happy Britains Throne Whilst she vouchsaf'd to stay below Envy'd by all envying none Too blest in Her long to continue so Like Gods of old sh ' appear'd but soon was rapt away Ah! why so bright the Vision and so short Its stay II. Bid Neptune who with soft Embrace Kisses thy fruitful Banks in ev'ry place T' express his Grief his foaming Billows swell And bid the Nymphs and Sea-gods Britains Sorrows tell We 'll add ten Thousand Rivers more T' increase his Store Rivers of Tears which from lamenting Eyes do pour In vain his swelling Billows rise In vain we add the Tribute of our Eyes T' express our mighty Grief Deluge can't suffice In each true British Heart Since Charles was snatcht from Englands Throne To make us Slaves to France and Rome Grief never plaid so true so just so sad a part III. Fatal Disease that couldst at once destroy Natures Chief Ornament and Albion's Joy We wou'd have brib'd thee Her t' have spar'd With Millions of the common Herd But thou relentless Tyrant seizedst the Heart And ev'ry noble part There thou in Triumph sat'st and didst with Pride The vain Efforts of Humane Art deride That Sacred Art whose power and use to stain A trifling Witling labours at in vain Unable to support the Task would praise His borrow'd Gall would ill-tim'd Laughter raise But Praise or Malice equally the Scorn Of all asperse as little as adorn No blazing Comet did appear To terrifie our Hemisphere No ominous Sign or dire Presage Foretold her Doom Or warn'd us to prevent Heav'ns Wrath to come And by our Pray'rs and Hecatombs its Vengeance to asswage Heavens just Anger we have cause to fear Since unconcern'd it cou'd appear And saw so great a Ruin threaten us so near IV. She 's gone alas she 's gone And to those Blessed Mansions flown Where free from Trouble Pain or Care With pity she looks down On her afflicted Lord and groveling Subjects here Her Pious Soul to Heav'n did long since tend Her Body seem'd to linger here behind To such a noble height her Soul did rise When to the Holy Altar she approach'd With burning Zeal so strongly touch'd That the Spectators drew Devotion from her Eyes Her Form was so Divine She seem'd a Goddess not a Vot'ry at the Shrine And yet so lowly she Was the great Pattern of Humility And taught the Meanest how t' approach the Deity V. In one so highly fix'd Greatness with Goodness were most sweetly mix'd Say she was Great it must be understood Only in doing Good Her tender Ears Was always open to receive As freely as her Liberal Hand to give When Vertue pleaded or Desert put up a Pray'r With so much Ease her Bounties she bestow'd With such a pleasing Air they flow'd That all who did a Benefit receive Bless'd the Sweet Donor more than Donative She never had a Fo But those that were to Goodness so And when they did offend Such was the gen'rous Temper of her Mind With just Revenge she ne'er pursu'd their Faults But left 'em to be plagu'd by their own guilty thoughts This the Ingrates did own And yet they trespass'd on Which made her Mercy seem the more Divine As Gold being oft refin'd does brighter shine VI. See see the mighty Hero tears The Lawrel from his sacred Head And quits the Thoughts of Arms to mourn Maria dead The noble Partner of his Toils and Cares That Martial Fire which sparkled in his Eyes And gave Life to his Friends Terror to 's Enemies Is all dissolv'd in Tears or vented in sad Sighs Fearless amidst ten thousand Foes he stood In reeking Fields of Blood Amidst ten thousand Deaths and gaping Wounds Which angry Mars threw all around Undaunted he triumphed o'er The grim insulting Tyrant and defi'd his Pow'r Tho all his horrid shapes and ghastliest looks he wore His Manly Soul Which Danger ne'er could Fright or Fear Controul With such a weighty Grief press'd down The weakness of Mortality must own So have we seen a generous Tree The fiercest Storms and Thunders rage defies But if some unkind Hand divide The loving Mate which flourish'd by his side Hangs down his lofty Head grows sick and grieving dies VII Mourn Mourn thou fairest Sex who still wer't nigh So much Divinity To you she as a Mistress Great was kind Yet tender to you as a Friend She to Religion did invite To vertuous Deeds excite By her own good Example free From Cloisterous Austerity Which may compel but ne'er can charm to Piety You saw how Innocent She pass'd the Days how Sweet her Nights were spent So Vertuous was her Court That Angels there might undefil'd resort Ah where will Vertue now for shelter run When she the great Protectress of it 's gone VIII Ye Sons of Levi write her Elegy And let it be Great as the Subject Sad as our Calamity Let every Voice her Praise aloud proclaim And let each Pulpit eccho forth her Fame Write Glorious Epitaphs that so Posterity may know How much Divinity to her did owe. In vain your learned Argument y 'had tri'd For Arguments and Sense were always on your side In vain you bandi'd airy words Against a Ruling Pow'r and Cutting Swords Had not the Hero by Maria mov'd Maria the Belov'd Stepp'd in and sav'd your sinking Church and State Both had been ruin'd by one common Fate And Muddy Tiber long e'er this Had sulli'd the pure Streams of Thamisis Say then to such Deliverers what 's due And let that gratefully be paid by you IX Ye Friends of Helicon Lament and Mourn And all your Numbers to sad Dirges turn Since she is gone the noblest Theam And Patroness of you and Them No more she now shall hear Your Joyful Notes saluting the New Year Which still was happy whilst still bless'd with her Her Praises now rehearse In mighty Numbers mighty Verse Now let your highest Fancies loosly fly You cannot soar too high Within the Limits of Mortality Rack Rack each Metaphor Your flatt'ring Tribe have heretofore Appli'd to Woman-kind it will appear They 're true of her and only her Flatt'ry she hated here below The highest Fancy cannot reach her Merits now X. Stop here my Muse thou striv'st in vain With flagging Wings the mighty height to gain She is as much above thy feeble Praise As is the place That holds her glorious Spirit now Distant from little Thee below So have we seen a Falcon in his flight Pursue the nimble Quarry out of sight Weari'd and spent at last Descend with hanging Wings and eager hast And yet before thou leav'st thy Song Let the Great William take thy Wish along May he his Conquering Arms advance Into the Bowels of Insulting France May Bless'd Maria's Soul inspire His active Breast with double Fire Then crown'd with Lawrels let him come Bring Peace and Glory with him home And he and they upon us Smile Whilst he rules Albion or Maria is remembred in our Isle FINIS