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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27869	An ode occasion'd by the death of the Queen with a letter from the author to Mr. Dryden / by a gentleman, a true lover of his country.	A. B.	1695 (1695)	Wing B25; ESTC R28322	1,625	8

AN ODE Occasion'd by the DEATH OF THE QUEEN WITH A LETTER From the AUTHOR TO Mr. DRYDEN abusing him severely By a Gentleman A True Lover of his Country LONDON Printed by Tho. Warren for Francis Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange MDCXCV 14. June TO Mr. Dryden SIR THough I have little Acquaintance with you nor desire to have more I take upon me with the Assurance of a Poet to make this Dedication to you which I hope you will the more easily excuse since you have often us'd the same freedom to others and since I protest sincerely that I expect no Money from you I cou'd not forbear mentioning your Admired Lewis whom you compare to Augustus as justly as one may compare you to Virgil Augustus though not the most exact Pattern of a Prince yet on some Occasions show'd Personal Valour and was not a League-Breaker a Poisoner a Pyrat Virgil was a good Man and a clean Poet all his Excellent Writings may be carried by a Child in one hand more easily than all your Almanzors can be by a Porter upon both shoulders When I saw your prodigious Epistle to the Translation of Juvenal I fear'd you were wheeling to the Government I confess too I long expected something from you on the late sad occasion that has employ'd so many Pens but 't is well that you have kept silence I hope you 'll always be on the other side Did ev'n Popery ever get any honour by you You may wonder that I subscribe not my Name at length but I defer that to another time I hear you are Translating again let English Virgil be better than English Juvenal or 't is odds you 'll hear of me more at large in the mean time hoping that you and your Covey will dislike what I have written I remain Sir Your very Humble Servant A. B. AN ODE Occasion'd by the DEATH of the QUEEN THE Queen is dead and Lewis lives O Justice tho' from Earth long since you flew Will you forsake the Heavens too O where are the Rewards that Virtue gives Or gives she none But her Poor helpless self alone Do the most earnest Vows made by Mankind To the Great God above mix idely with the Wind Has the Almighty from His height But an imperfect sight Of things below the Firmament Or if He plainly sees and hears Can He be Goodness yet wou'd not relent To a whole wretched Nation 's Pray'rs and Tears Cease to expostulate Vain Man Th' Almighty much offended can But will not always see and hear He shuts His pitying Eye He stops His willing Ear Virtue the best Rewards to MARY gives Justice in Heav'n alone must refuge find For a sad Vengeance on deprav'd Mankind The Queen is dead and Lewis lives To us alas she 's dead no more no more the Queen By Human Eyes is seen From the Corrupted Age she 's flown Not to behold Votes bought and sold Into the Seats of Holiness she 's gone Less perfect Saints must stay For part of their wish't Heav'n till the Great Judgment-Day She 's now Entire in the High Palace where Few Earthly Rulers ever will appear She 's now where she 'll Her Glorious William see But Guarded Nations pray that late the time may be With Him she 'll live above In Triumph and in Pure Eternal Love For Ever near Th' Almighty is Her Place She 's cloath'd with Light The Angels she beholds employs their fight And to the Heavens adds the Beauty of Her Face The Cherubins and Seraphins rejoice To the Celestial King Harmoniously they sing And hear the Musick of Her Voice Thus Blessing and thus Blest The Pious Queen looks down From Her Etherial Throne And wonders that the World 's possest Still with Infernal Vice What pleasure Tyrants find In the destruction of Mankind Why madly Heav'n to lose By various Wickedness so many Mortals choose FINIS THE Temple of Death a Poem written by the Marquess of Normanby Horace of the Art of Poetry made English by the Earl of Roscommon The Duel of the Stags by the Honourable Sir Robert Howard Together with several other Excellent Poems by the Earls of Rochester and Orrery Sir Charles Sedley Sir George Etheridge the Honourable Mr. Montague and other choice Pens To which are added several Poems of the Honourable Madam Wharton The Second Edition Corrected An Epistle to the Right Honourable Charles Earl of Dorset and Middlesex Lord Chamberlain of His Majesty's Houshold occasion'd by His Majesty's Victory in Ireland An Epistle to Charles Montague Esq on His Majesty's Voyage into Holland by Mr. George Stepny