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The dvtie of Sir Francis Wortley deliniated in his piovs pitty and christian commiseration of the sorrowes and sufferings of the most vertuous yet unfortunate Lady Elisabeth Queene of Bohemia being a dedication to fame and trvth : prefer'd to both Houses of Parliament / by ... Sir Francis Wortley ...
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Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.
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THE DVTIE OF SIR FRANCIS VVORTLEY Deliniated IN HIS PIOVS PITTY and Christian Commiseration of the Sorrowes and Sufferings of the most vertuous yet unfortunate Lady ELISABETH Queene of BOHEMIA BEING A Dedication to FAME and TRVTH Prefer'd to both the Houses of Parliament BY Her humble Servant and Honourer Sir FRANCIS WORTLEY Knight and Barronet LONDON Printed by R. O. for F. W. MDCXLI THE SORROVVES AND SVFFERINGS OF THE MOST VERTVOVS LADY ELIZABETH Queene of BOHEMIA IF all the VERTVES which the Critticks call VERTVES Divine and VERTVES Cardinall If these together mixt with ROYALL BLOOD Can scarcely make a Claime to merit Good If HER great Merits could not impetrate So much as not to bee Unfortunate And in Mis-fortunes to exceed so farre As if the worst of all her Sexe Shee were How light would our best works be in Heavn's skale If Shee thus farre in point of Merit faile Had Shee beene Romes her Supererrogation Had beene sufficient for the BRITTISH Nation And would have made the Papall Sea as great As Rome was when it was Augustus Seat Who would not have a blessed Pilgrim beene Had hee ere read the Story of this Queene Had not the Romane Doctrine beene disputed That others Merits cannot bee imputed The Anti-nomists though th' are very loath To trust to Works their threed bare Faiths would cloath In her rich Merits so ev'n they might hope By Merits to be sav'd without a POPE The Character of Patience IOB even hee Must loose some glory if compar'd with thee The Story of thy Sufferings who can tell This I dare say it hath no Paralell Thou wer 't the Daughter of a mighty KING Great CHRLES his onely Sister and didst bring A Portion worthy the Imperiall CROWNE Besides the greatest Portion was thine owne 'T was for Thy sake the German PRINCES did Set BOHEMS Crowne upon thy Husbands head They saw good Queene thy Vertues were so great They would have plac'd Thee on th' Imperiall Seat All these Thou lost at once that we may see The Gods on Earth have a capacity Of fatall change that Kings and Queenes may know There are no fixed Fortunes here below Lord what a Sea of Princely Christian Blood Hath beene powr'd out to make Thy TITLE good Thou and thy King with a distracted Traine Before Thy Foes fled and pursu'd amaine Thy Husband banish't from his Native Soyle Friends Cities Country made a wofull spoile And sack't the Plague the Famine Fire and Sword Were glutted all Nature the sights abhor'd Yet as enough thy patience was not try'd Thy Gold in new Fires must bee purify'd Thy first-borne Sonne which was the greatest losse With Ayry Nailes was fixt upon the Crosse T'wixt Heav'n and Water and the Vessell drown'd There frozen to the Mast was next day found Then Swedens King that thunderbolt of warre Who had he liv'd had beene an Emperour Had rais'd your Husbands heart that he espi'd Some glimmering hopes and in that twilight dy'd Before thou canst recover such a Crosse Sad newes was brought thee of another losse That great GVSTAVUS was untimely slaine As 't was suppos'd with Pistols sent from Spaine Whose Martiall Soule not us'd to be said nay In it's ascention got a glorious Day As in his Iourney it the Plannets past 'T was so much honour'd their great Mars at last Began to feare he could not choose but see His Legends did encline to mutinie And joyn'd together would a Councell call To make that Spirit of his their Generall Never the Soule of any King ascended Who had from Earth to Heav'n bin more commended My Muse growes weary with this Tragick Story Nor could I force her were it not her Glory Whom it concernes now to the last I come So may it be her brave Heroique Sonne Whose sweetnesse heere had so much honor got Except the Queene few have so great a Stock In Court and Countrey both nor could I see A kinder Father saving Majesty Then our King was and seldome have I seene A kinder Mother then our vertuous Queene When this sweet Prince had here try'd some few friends And had propounded to the King his ends He â—hips himselfe needs but to hoyse halfe saile Left prayers and sighs should raise too strong a gale Words are but ayre and prayers but words informe T is but excesse of Aire that makes a storme Austria too long for Iustice had beene suited Their Cause must now with sharp swords be disputed Our Kings and they with Treaties were deluded Both she and hers by Act of State excluded From all their rights an Army then they rais'd On such a sodaine it the World amaz'd He brings them to the Field besieg'd a Towne Which to th' Imperialists was quickly knowne Two distant Armies correspondence hold Which made ev'n both the Armies far more bold The lesser dares him out keepes him in play Meane while the stronger marches night and day And got behind him to his passage make Which with their Horse too strong for his they take When the Prince saw his Army thus inclos'd He cal'd a Councell he himselfe suppos'd 'T was best to charge those which the passage kept Which all agreed on and before they slept They march away though they were almost tyr'd And overwatch't their Frenches then they fir'd Into Brigadoes they their strength divide Flanker their Foot with Horse on either side Their strength was horse their Baggage they inclose Guarded their Cannon then he Craven chose And to his charge he did commit the Uan Who prov'd himselfe that day a daring man And shewd himselfe so faithfull and so bold His name is in the Booke of Fame inrol'd He and his Brother did bring up the Reare Whose high-borne spirits did that day appeare Craven charg'd home and did them so dismay But for their fresh supplyes h' ad won the day The Battels joyne th' Imperialists increast And as they grew death had the greater feast The reare came bravely up the young Prince he In thirst of honour sense of injury Himselfe to such high hazards hee expos'd As hee was often by his Foes inclos'd Yet vvho inclos'd him or inforc'd his stay He by their ruines made himselfe still way But vvhen Prince Robert the brave second Sonne Who 'mongst the Soldiers hath such honour won Heard that his Princely Brother vvas ingag'd With love and Martiall fury both inrag'd Through troops of foot and horse he forc'd his vvay And finds him freed yet there he vvould not stay He forvvard prest into the greatest throng Of all his Foes his sword there told his wrong He pickt out their Commanders vvhom he knevv By marks were giv'n him those he took or slevv Whole Troops of Horse and Foot his fury flye Those he encounters must or yeeld or dye ' I was happinesse to them who did command Since they must die to die by such a hand His Horse his Armes his very Sword was tyr'd That spirit of his twice Samsons strength requir'd And would their Waggons