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Maria to Henric, and Henric to Maria, or, The Queen to the King in Holland, and His Majesty's answer two heroical epistles in imitation of the stile and manner of Ovid / written by a Young lady.
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Young lady.
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1691
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Wing M598; ESTC R13331
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MARIA to HENRIC AND HENRIC to MARIA OR THE QUEEN to the KING IN HOLLAND AND HIS Majesty's Answer TWO Heroical Epistles IN Imitation of the Stile and Manner of Ovid. Written by a Young Lady LONDON Printed for Joseph Knight at the Pope's Head in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1691. MARIA TO HENRIC MInutes grow tedious time too slowly moves While Henric's absent and Maria loves Each Hour 's a Week and ev'ry Day a Year And ev'ry of Maria's Thoughts a Fear Not for Thy Faith my Fears are all for Thee For that dear Heart that nothing holds but me May I demand if Love e'er taught Thee yet To look on lazy Moments with Regret If Love has taught Thee his Account of Time If Henric's Love be such a Love as mine If so my Sighs are justify'd by thine If so you cannot frown and cannot chuse But all I sigh and all I say excuse And wish and speak and doubt and act with me If Love like mine in a Male Breast can be Female our Souls all Masculine our Love Strong is your Sense feebly your Passions move Here shrunk my Soul till my kind careless Pen Run on to Henric's Name I liv'd agen Henric more Noble than the rest of Men O happy Thought O blest Maria's Fate He loves does all above the common Rate You bufy'd yet with all those great Affairs Counsels Debates and Policy of Wars Safety of Kingdoms all the Mighty Things Worthy my Henric fit alone for Kings This some Relief to painful Absence gives Diverts the Pangs wherewith Maria strives While You the foaming untam'd Gallia chase And all Your Snares around the Tigress place Pleas'd thus to see her all at Your Command Whene'er You please to move Your Conqu'ring Hand Suffer not fond Maria to complain That You forget Your own dear am'rous Chain On unfledg'd Victries in the Nest You smile And great Designs Your Love and Hours beguile Alone my business and my all is You My self my Wishes all I have to do Your Name alone perswades me to endure That gives the Wound and that applies the Cure But there 's no Balsom priz'd by me above The bright Idea of Your Noble Love But if Your Love pardon the dubious Thought If You the gen'rous Flame from Belgia brought Why could it not perswade You to delay Why could not parting Tears induce Your stay How cruel short the pleasing Interview Short as 't was sweet as short disgustful too Why was I born so Great or You so Brave Were You less so or were I but a Slave My servile Consort I in view might have Nor think he 's now engag'd a Conqu'rour now Dying perhaps with Vict'ry on his Brow Wounded or sick or e'en I know not how Lost Mons the worthy Cause and British Isle Forgive the Queen that on Your Loss could smile Th' unwelcome News no sooner reach'd my Ear But straight I knew my Henric was not there No Towns are ever lost when he 's too near You often come indeed too near Your Foes Your Breast too oft too daringly expose You are too much a Conquerour for me I love You better than the Victory Yet I love Conquest and can wish it too But why methinks must all be done by You Let others take the Danger Let them stake Their Lives and let them Henric's Glory take Ha! What What would my fondling Passion do Oh that it might be Great as Great as now And yet incapable to wrong You too What 's State Respect or what 's a Crown to me Poor Joys How poor's a Queen depriv'd of Thee My very Dreams the softest Bliss I knew My Thoughts my Dreams are still employ'd with You Pleasing at first now serve t' afflict me too My Bed I with sad Apprehensions shake With sudden Shrieks and Cries I start and wake Attendants and officious Guards rush in When nothing but her Henric wants the Queen Shipwrack'd with Doubts and almost sunk by fear Least swelling Neptune so embrace my Dear E'en You that took of me so little Care You that expos'd in a small Shallop lay Defying Boreas and a Raging Sea By cruel deadly Sheets of Ice enclos'd Hunger and bold obtruding Death oppos'd Yet Your Prophetic Valour could inspire Your glowing Breast with such Heroic Fire The Shell that Coesar and his Fortunes bore Was destin'd to attain and reach'd the Shore Can You suppose with me to perish more Cease not to fear said You but blush to think That Henric and his Fortunes here must sink Ye Gods The Gods were with Thee and they saw These words were follow'd with sudden a Thaw And kind Heav'n cast Thee on thy Native Shore When nothing less was hop'd You wish'd no more If I of a more cow'rdly Sex had seen What mighty Perils shut my Henric in Away had flown my hasty tim'rous Soul Nor could that Prophecie so spoke recall My fleeting Breath restoring as it was 'T had been to dying me of little Force The fearful Tale e'en while I knew You safe A strange cold shivering to my Senses gave Methought and wrapt me in a chilly Wave Be kind my Love make haste Be rather flow And be my kinder Love in being so Be kind and cautious let me not sustain Those Dyings and those Agonies again While I implore soft Winds entreat the Sea To be as gentle as my Sighs for Thee And careful as Maria's Thoughts can be Safe as Thy Arms serene as those You give Your great Protection to and wish to live Live You Maria's she that lives for You. All Yours Adiou my Royal Love Adieu The Answer HENRIC TO MARIA HEalth to Maria may She ever be Blefs'd by the Gods as She 's held dear byome This Letter bears You and demands a Kiss While I at distance emulate the Blifs I had Your Lines which seem'd me thought to smile And as I read I saw You in the Stile Gentle endearing as You us'd to be I had methought Your self in some Degree Yet a faint Copy of Thy Mind and Thee But as so far 't was Yours no Joys could here So great approach my Soul or half so deâ—â— And yet methinks I 'm almost angry too To have my Love suspected thus by You As not a Passion great like Yours nor true Will You believe me Or how must I swear My Passion 's great as You are kind and fair Oh You mistake indeed our Passions move With all the Tenderness of Female Love Your Sex their Flames more artfully express While ours pent in our Bosoms scorch no less Reproach us not we cannot love like you Because we know not how to say we do Your Letter seems to chide I would be gone And leave Maria and her Charms so soon Those were enough indeed t' oblige my stay But such Affairs as mine forbid delay 'T would blast my Farne and Mars himself would frown And even blush to hear a Gen'ral own He left his Joys and Ease unwillingly And when oblig'd t' approach the Enemy
It looks as if he were afraid to die But You my gentle kind my bosom Foe Will urge me to offend my Honour so Too tenderly to be deny'd You press But shall a stubborn Martial Man confess Maria was so charming and so kind He went and fondly left his Heart behind Oh You 'll reduce me to confessing too I hold not Conquest half so dear as You And hate the Field the Glorious Scene of War And all because Maria is not there What is' t You make me say What make me do But would Mars blush to be Your Captive so The great the Gods they nothing knew above Or more Heroic than to fight and love No Demy-God or Hero could be so Unless he could be prov'd a Lover too Proud as I am of the bright Chains I wear My Vows are jointly made to Love and War Love without Glory is too poor too mean Unworthy Henric and beneath the Queen Combat and not with gen'rous Love conjoin'd Is brutish and beneath a Manly Mind If You love me Love me I know You do And You 're oblig'd to love my Honour too You have been valiant and with me could dare But how 's Your Soul contracted by Your Fear Can You not be Maria fair and kind And yet retain the Beauties of Your Mind That Fortitude which so sublimely soar'd Above the Vulgar and I so ador'd Shall Your great Soul for my small Danger shake When sacred Fanes and Altars are at Stake How is Your Courage fled Love me not so You seem to wish me as my Gallic Foe He 'd have me always stay at home with You. No No You love me not above my Fame Your Softness clouds the Lustre of Your Flame As bright as ever 't was and still the same Just so my Love 's eclips'd by rude Affairs Such are the Rhesian to the Paphian Wars If Softness can admit Sublimity As instanc'd gloriously are both in Thee Let me a Lover and a Soldier be Your Tenderness had made me doubt You brave For which I ask the pardon I must have Because I find I was suspected too You saw me rough and thought I lov'd not You. Thus we make Judgments from the upper Coat And doubt and talk and sigh and all by rote Disguis'd we rudely may a Prince intreat Because in that Array he seem'd not great Should we not then be well assur'd and know His Quality before we treat him so If we consider'd well and look'd within The seeming Beggar might be found a King Lord of my Passions was my Love when You Question'd and thought it ev'n beggarly too But Oh! I long to view those Charms again That Face which mad-brain'd Multitudes can tame Monsters as fierce cruel as th' African I know Maria has no more to do Than look to strike a Malefactour thrô But you 've look'd all into a loving so That none will contradict Your Will they know Britannia under You's a happy State Rejoice Britannia in so bless'd a Fate So 't was Elisa govern'd you and so My Queen You sweet Maria govern too Your Eyes Command all greedily fulfill What e'er th'injoin that 's ever nothing ill Your Eyes are both our Sceptres I the Sword Must brandish here while You there give the Word And when You please to add a Smile or Frown The Wretch that hangs on Your melodious Tongue Is either strangely bless'd or quite undone What a mad Caprice of some Gallic Fool Was 't to exclude their Women all from Rule Not Lewis he was fair and wise he 's too Yet never govern'd with his Eyes like You. Oh had he now but such a Friend as mine He might go join the Turk his old Design And leave his France to th' Management of 's Queen Oh how I long to see my Love appear As oft Sh 'as done like some auspicious Star And by her Glories chear the Men of War Which all in Ecstasie when-e'er Thou' rt seen With eager Voices cry Long live the Queen Oh could She know could I but here impart What hasty Thoughts and Wishes crowd my Heart She could not think her Henric would be long Pursuing those Motives to a quick Return Till then Maria calm Your troubl'd Mind And let this Paper Nuncio welcome find FINIS