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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29387	A poem upon the death of Her late Majesty, Queen Mary, of blessed memory occasioned by an epistle to the author, from Mr. J. Tutchin / by Ben. Bridgewater.	Bridgewater, Benjamin.; Tutchin, John, 1661?-1707.	1695 (1695)	Wing B4485; ESTC R18633	2,547	12

A POEM Upon the Death of Her Late Majesty Queen MARY OF BLESSED MEMORY OCCASIONED By an Epistle to the Author from Mr. J. Tutchin By BEN. BRIDGWATER LONDON Printed for Richard Baldwin near the Oxford-Arms-Inn in Warwick-Lane 1695. A POEM Upon the Death of the QUEEN WHAT means My Friend by these Unkind Alarms To Tempt an Uninstructed Muse to Arms Courting the Timerous Vessel from the Shore To Wrack on Seas that She has try'd before Already She by sad Experience finds To trust to Fame 's to trust the Seas and Winds For Fame like them will still Uncertain be Loose as the Wind and Faithless as the Sea 'T is true the Task is Noble and Sublime Above the reach of any Vulgar Rhime None but the Pen of Dorset can set forth The Kingdom 's Sorrow and MARIA ' s Worth Dorset who on a double Score Transcends The best of Poets and the best of Friends Whose Noble Muse's unexampled Flight At once gives Admiration and Delight Or Mountague whose unaffected Strains Reward with Pleasure every Reader 's Pains His Lays when-e're he Sung have Honours won Apollo's best Belov'd and Darling Son Or He who do's so well in Living Verse The Glories of our Brittish PRINCE Reherse Where Wit and Learning are so neatly Shown Virgil himself cou'd wish it were his own And would Compounding for decreasing Fame Exchange Aeneas for Prince ARTHUR ' s Name These Champions wou'd they undertake the Fight Might awe Mankind and do MARIA Right Adorn'd by them the Deathless Song should prove Just as our Grief and lasting as our Love While our Essays but make Her Vertues less And blur those Beauties that they shou'd express But least my Friend you rashly shou'd accuse The modest Scruples of a suffering Muse. In spite of Critic's Censures and their Rage Provok'd by Your just Summons I 'll engage And in the general Mourning bear a part Tho' with unequal Strength unequal Art As a young Stag chas'd from his Native Soil Fatigu'd with Flight and Unsuccessful Toil Regardless of his Pleasure and his Food No longer roves thro' the neglected Wood But Pensively to Gloomy Shades retreats Moaning the cross Allotment of his Fates Till some bold Hunter chancing on the place Directs a well-pois'd Javelin in his Face Urg'd by the Wound he can no longer lie But rouzes up to fight tho' sure to die How bless'd was England How Serene the Day How did the Hours beneath MARIA's Sway In ease dissolving gently pass away Remov'd from Danger and the rude Alarms Of Civil Faction or Invading Arms. While raging Mars and fierce Bellona's Hands Scatter'd wide Ruin thro' the Neighbouring Lands As oft as Heav'n call'd WILLIAM out to Fight To punish Wrong and to establish Right While He abroad did Forreign Force oppose She rul'd at home and charm'd Domestick Foes Aw'd by Her Power or by Her Mildness won All Parties did their due Submission own We enjoy'd the Profit yet without the Pain 'T was She alone the Burthen did sustain Tho' we maintain'd we never felt the War Like Foreign News 't was only talk'd of here Even Fear it self when MARY did command Kept its due Distance and abjur'd the Land Guarded by Her the wavering Isle had Rest Calm as those Seas where Halcyons build their Nest. So well Her Vertues with Her Fortunes joyn'd The mildest Nature with the strongest Mind Her Courage all Her Friends with Wonder fill'd Her Goodness made even Enemies to yield No stubborn Heart durst 'gainst a Power Rebel Thus doubly arm'd t' oblige and to Compel Nor was Her Influence to our Isle confin'd Belgia was in the common Blessing joyn'd The rough Batavians have Her Goodness felt Her Charms their Souls cou'd into Softness melt When once Her Radiant Vertues were display'd They own'd Her Empire just and strait obey'd Thus Caesar with a Look when Stirs arose Cou'd Mutineering Regiments compose Supprest the Haughty with a daring Frown And gentler Spirits by his Mildness won These were the Royal Vertues of the QUEEN Display'd aloft and eminently seen Whose bare Narration is a brighter Praise Than all that Art or Poetry can raise With their own Lustre radiantly they shine Nor need a human Dress to make them fine One perfect Orb of Light all Glorious and Divine But say you Virgins who in humble State Did on Her private Hours daily wait When She lay'd by the Grandeur of the Crown And wou'd just as She was Her Self be known Say was there ever in one Person seen So neatly mix'd the Woman and the Queen The Sexes softness with the Regal State Divinely temper'd in one Center met Where Goodness equally with Greatness joyn'd And like Twin-Stars their friendly Rays combin'd Such was but oh She is no more Despair Restrains the Muse and checks Her bold Career Forbids we shou'd our needless Praise prolong And into Lamentation turns our Song But in what Garb shall we our Sorrows dress Or how the Vastness of our Loss express A Loss which over CAESAR's Soul prevail'd At the first News the Hero's Spirit fail'd And fainting did a Humane Weakness show Which War in Terror dress'd cou'd never do With what Convulsions did the Fatal sound MARIA's Dead th' expiring Monarch wound While strugling 'twixt Dispair and Hope he strove And falling gave the strongest Proof of Love No more we 'll blame Physicians or their Skill Fate Rules their Power can neither Save or Kill For sure some honourable Place above In that bright Choir where Angels Sing and Love Was void by some Descending Gods Retreat And Heav'n chose Her to fill His empty Seat While Subjects mixing Sorrow with their Love In Mournful Sighs bewail their QUEEN's Remove Thus our Eliza whose Immortal Name Shone brightest in the Deathless List of Fame Spain's Scourge and Terror England's Joy and Pride Like Her Belov'd like Her Lamented dy'd But from the Mournful Theme Muse turn thy Strain And sing the Glories of Great WILLIAM's Reign For see the King Himself Controuls our Grief And by His own Example gives Relief Blest PRINCE What Obligations do us bind To Gratitude since Thou art left behind Whom Heaven did as a double Mercy send At first to Save and after to Defend Others by Fraud or by Succession came Thou' rt KING by Choice That dignifies thy Claim Thy Vertues for a Crown Thy Fitness prove Thy Title 's guarded by Thy People's Love Long was Britannia by Her Kings opprest Long suffer'd and almost despair'd of Rest. Many Essays She for Deliverance made Attempted oft and was as oft betray'd Thus fell Great Russel for his Country's Good And Dying sign'd his Honour with his Blood Disdain'd to live till England shou'd become A Slave to Tyranny and Prey to Rome And Sidney too for this did Life resign And dy'd for wishing such a Reign as Thine And that Bold Youth who did on Sedgmore's Plain So bravely strive our Freedom to regain Till forc'd by too unequal Fate to yield He to the Barbarous Foe resign'd the Field By whose Disaster now we plainly see The Glorious Work was then Reserv'd for Thee As once at Actium Antony's Defeat Made Rome more Happy and Octavius Great May his Successes still attend on You And in Your Fortunes be Augustus too Till You Your Empire vast as His extend Which only Earth's extreamest Bounds shall end FINIS