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An elegy upon the death of the Most Illustrious Princess Heneretta Maria Dutches of Orleans, &c.
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T. R.
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1670
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Wing R80A; Wing E474A_CANCELLED; ESTC R33480
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An ELEGY Upon the Death of the Most Illustrious Princess HENERETTA MARIA Dutches of Orleans c. WHat ayles the Town what is it clowds their eyes And speaks them Martyrs to grief's cruelties What sudden change hath turn'd our joy to sorrow When swelled Lungs breath from the air did borrow To express that joy which must not last till morrow Me thinks that joyful news I still do heare Heneretta's Landed now at Dover Peere There th' Air did dance at the Guns Mus'cal sound And how each Hollow did that sound confound To see her Landed safe on English Ground But ha'nt you seen a black Clowd at Noon-day To bereave Phoebus of his brightest Ray. So when our Joy was rays'd up to the height Death interpos'd his Shade t'Ecclips that light And turn our Noon of Joy to Sorrow's Night Heneretta Dead and Heaven no notice give By Blazing Comets that do only live Upon those Vapours which th' Earth doth expire In Sigh when Heaven her Princes do desire To attend their Service at its Sacred Quire Princâ—s are Gods a Solocoesm 't would be For to desire the Death of 'ts Deitie Is the World defensive Tutelars will have Their Lives for her Protection she must crave No help can come from such as sleep in Grave Death if for Lives thou thirst's why dost not go And take whole thousands to thy Shades below Of Common sort such we can well thee spare But when to Royal Branches thou com'st near We all the Lapping of that Tree do fear Alass I thirst not death doth now reply For Royal Blood it was her Destiny The Fatal Sisters surely did Combine To Spin and make for her a Silken Line Which was the sooner broke for being fine Kings Queens or Princes all must yeild to Fate When their decree is past complaint's too late Ask Sacred Urns and they will soon reply The Fates of Old decreed Mortality And all must yeild to this their destiny Rivers of Water then give now to me I 'l soon exhale out their Humiditie That now from thence I may some Water have Enough to moysten this too early Grave Yet scarse enough though I the Sea should Crave Hence let us seek some doleful Gloomy Shade By Nature only for our Sorrows made There we 'l bewail's our most unhappy Fate Of our lost Royal Princess who of late Was th' only Female Branch of Brittains State Nor need we fear she 'd visit us again If Heaven proud of her did not detain There now among the Heavenly Saints she 's set A Jewel fit for such a Cabinet May we by her Example thither get To speak her Worth we Mortals strive in vain That Honour Angels can alone attain Yet my endeavers Reader do not blame If I attempt t'Illustrate still her Fame By an Accrostick of her Maiden Name An Accrostick Here Majesty in Dust doth lye Earth's Goddess see 's Mortalitie Nostre-Dame our Dame doth hide Earth's lustre doth in darkness bide Rejoycing Heaven her Soul doth claime Earth her Princess Heaven her Saint doth name Thus Alt'red she in Marble Sleeps The Altar now her Body keeps And every Stone for Sorrow weeps May Streams of Water ever flow And every Eye a Delluge know Rather than she should want a Tear I think Heaven would condense the Air And make us all a Delluge Fear Stay Traveller then yet a while Tarry and vew this Funeral Pile Even Vrns our Judgements may inform Worthies have trembled at a Worm And dost thou see a Princess lye Remember then that thou must dye The low Tree fall as well as high Quis talia fundo tempore a Lachrymis sic transit illa cujus Foelicitati non est T. R. LONDON Printed by E. Crowch for T. Passenger at the three Bibles on London-Bridge 1670. 67.