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A46614 An injured prince vindicated, or, A scurrilous and detracting pamphlet answer'd by Mrs. E.J. in Hartfordshire. James, Elinor. 1688 (1688) Wing J417A; ESTC R37029 774 1

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An Injur'd Prince Vindicated OR A Scurrilous and Detracting Pamphlet answer'd By Mrs. E. J. in Hartfordshire WHat none that dare in hand to take a Pen And vindicate the most abus'd of Men My once Dread Lord and Sovereign Royal James So oft by Whigs reduc'd to hard Extreams First pluck the Beam from thy most Cursed Eye And meddle not with Principality The mote in his but small yet big by vogue As Mountain Alps cries ev'ry Rebel Rogue Valour and Conduct his Companions were Nor did he Foreign Enemies e'r fear But when Domesticks leaves their Lord forelorn And throws him to a Mob's Contempt and Scorn Who robb'd and stripp'd Him from his very Cloths As far from all Remorse as some break Oaths Then finds an Injur'd Prince the greatest Woe That ever Rightful Monarch e'r can know A King he was and from a King he came A Slaughter'd King to Whigs Eternal Shame Nor can the Poison of their Lying Lips His Sacred Name and Harmless Life eclipse His Pious Memory will Fame out-live Justice and Truth his Character shall give Down Cursing Shimei and Rude Rabshakey With False Ahitophel who would betray So well as Him ev'n his and Future all Where Whigs in Council fit there Princes fall But O you Damned Rebels who is 't dare Assault one single and anointed Hair The Sacred Unction by Heaven's Vicar shed Preserves each Royal Consecrated Head. Long strove ye Vipers as ye once have done So well as Father to destroy the Son. Mistaken Monsters Heaven did only try Whether a King could a Good Martyr die Else had He never come within your Claws Ye Breakers of Divine and Humane Laws Since such a Thing permitted was to be 'T was left to a Tribe compos'd of Infamy The Almighty their Great Wickedness fore-knew Had they the King of Heaven the same they 'd do Him if they could they would re-crucifie And Impiously dethrone the Deity These are the Curs'd Destroying Fiends of Woe These are those Thorns on whom no Grapes can grow These are those Choaking Thistles bears no Figgs These are Cain's Cursed Seed Furies and Whiggs These are the Murtherers of our Tranquil Reft These even are Those we all ought to Detest