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An elegy upon the late blessed monarch King Charles II and two panegyricks upon Their present sacred Majesties, King James and Queen Mary written by Mr. Durfey.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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graceful patience dealing health abroad This patience Nobly does Your Breast controul A mighty Vertue in a mighty Soul No pangs of thought nor Ruffling Storms appear But Sacred Conscience is in quiet there More joy'd by far to call that Seat her own Than You were to possess Your Brother's Throne But who alas has Genius Skill or Wit To paint Perfection where all Graces meet In vain we have the mighty Task begun No mortal Eye can look into the Sun And that Ambitious Pen that truly writes Your towring Fame must use these Epithites Prudent as Solomon fortunate as Saul Temperate as Scipio brave as Haniball And not one Vertue must be touch'd but all Glory like Yours no middle Course can steer Sublimest heighths it reaches every where Nor stops it but goes forward and to show My Soul did to Your Sacred Vertues bow Even in the worst of times as well as now And Injur'd Poem must not be forgot Where in the heart and bowels of the Plot With Justice thus Your Character I wrote Character Bravest in Danger valiant but not Rash For when the Belgian Streamers brav'd the British Cross Then on the bloudy Deck he seem'd to grow Whilst Fate affrighted aim'd the Shot too low Aw'd with the terrour of his dauntless Brow A Loyal Prince and Wise secure of Fate In Honour nice in every Action great Not fond of Sway but if by right his own Equal with Life he weighs a Throne His haughty Soul nere understood To Humour the Mechanick Brood The People like rough waters are to him On which he swims against the stream Nor fears the Danger of the wildest Storm His Courage still contemns the harm In his Opinion firm but not precise Admires the Counsel of the Wise But cares not to be Catechiz'd Or new untrodden paths be shewn As if a way to Heaven he had not known Or that his Soul were not his own His Conscience will be guided by his Sense Not by the Vulgars Impudence So Roman Heroes rather chose to die By their own noble Hands than by an Enemy T. Durfey TO HER Most Sacred MAJESTY THE QUEEN A PANEGYRICK SO the glad Iews rejoyc'd when they had seen The news confirm'd that Hester should be Queen And from the Treasure of her Graces knew Their Life their Law their Liberty they drew The same transporting Joy have we for You. Illustrious Princess in whose Face and Mind We the true Model of Perfection find And Heavens Decree writ in the book of Fate That the most Fair should live to be most Great Yet is th' addition small for you have been From Childhood of all sacred Vertues Queen And wore th' eternal Wreath with as serene a Brow As the bright Gem of Englands glory now Now Goddess Fame in Noise and Clamours nurst Sound a Triumphant tune sound till thou burst And let repeating Ecchoes reach the Poles Inform all Eyes and influence all Souls Two onely perfect Glories can be seen The Sun in Heaven above on Earth below the Queen Your bright Renown was o're the World dispers'd When that fair Garden of the Universe Gave up a Flower that charm'd all humane Sense To flourish by our Monarch's Influence Ambassadours were tir'd and coming home Beauty was scarce throughout all Christendom At least such Beauty proper for the Choice Of Englands hope her Treasure and her Joys Till like the Queen of Love by Graces drest Or Cinthia 'mongst the Stars You with the rest Appear'd at Court blest and admir'd by all Nor needed any for new Judgment call Paris knew quickly where to give the Ball. Exact Perfection both in Shape and Face An Artless Beauty and a lovely Grace A Stature Sovereign and a charming Meen Heaven onely fram'd to personate a Queen So when the murmuring Israelites to bring Their fewds to happy end requir'd a King And scorch'd with factious Fires were gather'd all To judg the Prophets Skill Majestick Saul Appear'd above and with a Kingly frown Shew'd the Eternal form'd him for the Crown The sweetness of Your influencing Eye Allays the Awfulness of Majesty And when with tremblings we approach Your sight And touch Your Sacred Hand with Reverence and delight The Transport even would kill in the Extream Did not Your midness dart a gentle Beam Disarm Your Eyes and our just fears controul Afresh inspire and new create the Soul So the Angelick Messengers of old That to Mankind Eternal Mandates told Grac'd with a charming Pity did appear And bid the trembling Prophet not to fear Unequall'd Beauty we admir'd before But such a Sacred temper must adore As choicest Blessings Heavens does Queens bestow But does not always give us Angels too Man then would grow prophane and often dare Forget to whom he should address his Pray'r Ah! mighty Princess in this Sphere You move Your Wit Adorers gets Your Beauty Love Ambition naturally Men pursue And glorious is his Fate that dies for You Hearts are Your Province and what Soul is he That at Your Footstool bent his willing Knee And gain'd a charming Smile but soon confess'd 'T was with true Love and duty he address'd The Boy grows rude when he has leave to play But Reverence clips his Wings and gives allay So a poor sleeping Youth that dreams he sees A Virgin-Beauty Natures Master-piece Naked as Innocence had ever been E're the dear lovely Sex knew how to Sin His heart begins to throb his bloud flows high And eagerly he snatches at the Joy Until at last the Shape more bright appears Her eyes Dart fire and glittering Wings she wears An Angel now she seems whom streight he does adore And trembling blames his sawcy Love before Such Influence remains in You intire You can controul the Flame Your Eyes inspire And for our comfort may the Sun and they To equal Space extend their equal Sway Long may ye Health and happy Years possess And may a Prince of Wales Your Kingdoms bless Then Albion stands Commander of the Seas Let our proud Neighbours murmur as they please FINIS Vid. Progress of Honesty Stanza 9.