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A67349	The second part of Mr. Waller's poems Containing, his alteration of The maids tragedy, and whatever of his is yet unprinted: together with some other poems, speeches, &c. that were printed severally, and never put into the first collection of his poems.	Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. Maid's tragedy. aut	1690 (1690)	Wing W521A; ESTC R219928	35,197	139

the Crown from danger to preserve Members expose themselves to save the Head This way he shall be satisfy'd or dead Melantius to his Brother apart Tho foul Injustice Majesty did stain This noble carriage makes it bright again When Kings with Courage act something divine That calls for Reverence does about them shine Diph. Were we born Princes we could not expect For an affront receiv'd greater respect They that with sharpest Injuries are stung If fairly fought withal forget the wrong A thousand pitties such a Royal pair Should run this hazard for a wanton fair Mel. Let us fright so as to avoid th' extream Either of fearing or of killing them Lucippus apart to his Brother Sir you should wield a Scepter not a Sword Nor with your Weapon kill but with your Word The Gods by others execute their will K. Yet Heav'n does oft with its own Thunder kill And when Necessity and Right command A Sword is Thunder in a Soveraign's hand Let us dispatch lest any find us here Before we fight or he grow less severe Here they all Fight Lucippus to the King Hold Sir they only guard and still give place To them Fight us as Enemies or ask for Grace Mel. I never thought I could expedient see On this side death to right our Family The Royal Sword thus drawn has cur'd a wound For which no other Salve could have been found Your Brothers now in Arms our selves we boast As satisfaction for a Sister lost The blood of Kings expos'd washes a stain Cleaner than thousands of the Vulgar slain You have our pardon Sir and humbly now As Subjects ought we beg the same of you Here they both kneel Pardon our guilty Rage which here takes end For a lost Sister and a ruin'd Friend Luc. Let your great heart a gracious motion feel Is 't not enough you see Melantius kneel I 'll be a pledge for both they shall be true As heretofore and you shall trust 'em too His Loyal Arm shall still support the State And you no more provoke so just an hate King Rise brave Melantius I thy pardon sign With as much Joy as I am proud of mine Rise Valiant Diphilus I hope you 'll both Forget my fault as I shall your just wrath Diph. Valour reveal'd in Princes does redeem Their greatest faults and crowns them with esteem Use us with Honour and we are your Slaves To bleed for you when least occasion craves King With Honour and with Trust this Land shall know After my Brother none so great as you Enter the Kings Guards Mel. If these approach us Sir by your command Take back your Pardon on our guard we stand The King steps between ' em King What over-diligence has brought you here Captain of the Guards Such as you 'll pardon when the News you hear Amintor is retir'd Aspasia gone And a strange humour does possess the Town They arm apace Sir and aloud declare Things which we dare not whisper in your Ear. The Council met your Guards to find you sent And know your pleasure in this Exigent This honour'd person you might justly fear Were he not Loyal and amongst us here They say his merit 's ill return'd and cry With great Melantius they will live and dye Mel. Sir not your Power but Vertue made me bow For all he tells you I did kneeling know Tho now the faithfulst of your Subjects we Have been the cause of all this Mutiny Go comfort Sir Amintor while we run To stop the rage of this revolting Town And let them know the happiness they have In such a Royal pair so just so brave Lend me your Guards that if perswasion fail Force may against the Mutineers prevail K. to the Guards Go and obey with as exact a care All his commands as if our self were there He that depends upon another must Oblige his Honour with a boundless trust Exeunt King and Lucippus Mel. How vain is Man how quickly changed are His wrath and fury to a Loyal care This drawn but now against my Soveraigns Breast Before 't is sheath'd shall give him peace and rest Exeunt Brothers and Guards And the Scene changes into a Forrest Enter Aspasia Asp. They say wild Beasts inhabit here But Grief and Wrong secure my fear Compar'd to him that does refuse A Tyger's kind for he pursues To be forsaken's worse than torn And Death a lesser ill than scorn Oh! that some hungry Beast would come And make himself Aspasia's Womb If none accept me for a Prey Death must be found some other way Not long since walking in the Field I and my Nurse we there beheld A goodly fruit which tempting me I would have pluck'd but trembling she Whoever pluck'd those Berries cry'd In less than half an hour dy'd Some God direct me to the Bough On which those useful Berries grow Exit Enter Amintor alone Am. Repentance which became Evadne so Would no less handsome in Amintor show She ask'd me pardon but Aspasia I Injur'd alike suffer to pine and dye 'T is said that she this dangerous Forrest haunts And in sad accents utters her complaints Not ev'ry Lady does from Vertue fall Th' Injurious King doesn't possess 'em all Women are govern'd by a stubborn fate Their Love 's insuperable as their hate No merit their aversion can remove Nor ill requital can efface their Love If I can find her e're she perish I Will gain her pardon or before her dye Well I deserv'd Evadne's scorn to prove That to Ambition sacrific'd my Love Fools that consult their Avarice or Pride To chuse a Wife Love is our noblest Guide Exit Enter Aspasia alone with a Bough in her hand ful● of fair Berries Asp. This happy Bough shall give relief Not to my hunger but my grief In colder Regions men compose Poyson with Art but here it grows How lovely these ill Berries show And so did false Amintor too Heav'n would ensnare us who can scape When fatal things have such a shape The Birds know how to chuse their fare To peck this fruit they all forbear Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye And yet they Couple Can they know Love without knowing Sorrow too Nothing in vain the Gods create This Bough was made to hasten fate 'T was in compassion of our woe That Nature first made Poysons grow For hopeless Wretches such as I Kindly providing means to dye As Mothers do their Children keep She feeds us and she makes us sleep The indispos'd she does invite To go to Bed before 't is night Death always is to come or past If it be ill it cannot last Sure 't is a thing was never known For when that 's present we are gone 'T is an imaginary Line Which does our being here confine Dead we shall be as when unborn And then I knew nor Love nor Scorn But say we are to live elsewhere What has the Innocent to fear Can I be treated worse below Than here

in 'em make a Song 'T is hard to say they steal 'em now adays For sure the Ancients never wrote such Plays These scribbling Insects have what they deserve Not Plenty nor the Glory for to starve That Spencer knew That Tasso felt before And Death found surly Ben exceeding poor Heaven turn the Omen from their Image here May he with Joy the well-plac'd Lawrel wear Great Virgil's happier fortune may he find And be our Caesar like Augustus kind But let not this disturb thy tuneful head Thou writ'st for thy Delight and not for Bread Thou art not curst to write thy Verse with care But art above what other Poets fear What may we not expect from such a hand That has with Books Himself at free Command Thou know'st in Youth what Age has sought in vain And bring'st forth Sons without a Mothers Pain So easie is thy Sense thy Verse so sweet Thy Words so proper and thy Phrase so fit We read and read again and still admire Whence came this Youth and whence this wondrous Fire Pardon this Rapture Sir but who can be Cold and unmov'd yet have his thoughts on thee Thy Goodness may my several faults forgive And by your help these wretched lines may live But if when view'd by your severer sight They seem unworthy to behold the Light Let them with speed in deserv'd flames be thrown They 'll send no sighs nor murmur out a groan But dying silently your justice own On the D. of Monmouth's Expedition into Scotland in the Summer Solstice 1678. SWift as Ioves Messenger the Winged God With Sword as Potent as his Charming Rod He flew to Execute the Kings Command And in a moment reach'd that Northern Land Where Day contesting with approaching Night Assists the Heroe with continu'd Light On Foes surpriz'd and by no Night conceal'd He might have rush'd but Noble Pity held His Hand a while and to their choice gave space Which they would prove his Valour or his Grace This not well heard his Cannon louder spoke And then like Lightning thro that Cloud he broke His Fame his Conduct and that Martial Look The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook That to his Courage they resign the Field Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost He grieves so many Britains should be lost Taking more Pains when he beheld them yield To save the Fliers than to win the Field And at the Court his Interest did employ That none who scap'd his fatal Sword should dye And now these rash bold Men their Error find Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind One whose great Mind so bountiful and brave Had learnt the Arts to Conquer and to Save In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell And gives a secret Joy to him who Reigns To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins To see a Leader whom he got and chose Firm to his Friends and fatal to his Foes But seeing Envy like the Sun does beat With scorching Rayes on all that 's high and great This ill requited Monmouth is the Bough The Muses send to shade thy Conqu'ring Brow Lampoons like Squibs may make a present blaze But Time and Thunder pay respect to Bays Cover'd with Dust at one another thrown How can the lustre of their Wit be shown Achilles Arms dazles our present view Kept by the Muse as radiant and as new As from the Forge of Vulcan first they came Thousands of years are past and they the same Such care she takes to pay desert with Fame Then which no Monarch for his Crowns defence Knows how to give a Nobler Recompence Pride NOT the brave Macedonian Youth alone But base Caligula when on the Throne Boundless in Pow'r would make himself a God As if the World depended on his Nod. The Syrian King to Beasts was headlong thrown E're to himself he could be mortal known The meanest wretch if Heav'n should give him Line Would never stop till he were thought divine All might within discern the Serpents pride If from our selves nothing our selves did hide Let the proud Peacock his gay feathers spread And wooe the Female to his painted Bed Let Winds and Seas together rage and swell This Nature teaches and becomes 'em well Pride was not made for Man a conscious sense Of Guilt and Folly and their consequence Destroys the claim and to beholders tells Here nothing but the shape of manhood dwells Of Tea commended by Her Majesty VEnus her Myrtle Phoebus has his Bays Tea both excels which she vouchsafes to praise The best of Queens and best of Herbs we owe To that bold Nation which the way did shew To the fair Region where the Sun does rise Whose rich Productions we so justly prize The Muses Friend Tea does our fancy aid Repress those Vapours which the head invade And keeps that Palace of The Soul serene Fit on her Birth-day to salute the Queen Panegyrick upon O. Cromwell WHile with a strong and yet a gentle hand You bridle Faction our Hearts command Protect us from our selves and from our foe Make us Unite and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign And own no Liberty but when they may Without Controul upon their fellows prey Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face To chide the Winds and save the Trojan Race So has your Highness rais'd above the rest Storms of Ambition tossing us represt Your Drooping Country torn with Civil Hate Restor'd by you is made a Glorious State The Seat of Empire where the Irish come And the unwilling Scot to fetch their doom The Sea 's our own and now all Nations greet With bending Sails each Vessel of our Fleet Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go Heaven that has plac'd this Island to give Law To Ballance Europe and Her States to awe In this Conjunction does on Britain smile The greatest Leader and the greatest Isle Whether this Portion of the World were Rent By the Rude Ocean from the Continent Or thus Created sure it was design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind Hither the Oppress'd shall henceforth Resort Justice to Crave and Succour at the Court And then your Highness not for ours alone But for the Worlds Protector shall be known Fame swifter than your Winged Navy flies Through every Land that near the Ocean lyes Sounding your Name and telling dreadful News To all that Piracy and Rapine use With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest Might hope to lift her Head above the rest What may be thought Impossible to do For us Embraced by the Sea and you Lords of the Worlds great waste the Ocean we Whole Forrests send to Reign upon the Sea And every Coast may Trouble or Relieve But none can Visit us without your leave Angels and we have this Prerogative That none can at