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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67120	Lines dedicated to fame and truth written by Sr. Francis Wortley, knight and baronet, vpon the consideration of the various fortunes of that blessed and most vertuous Lady Elizabeth Queen of Bohemia.	Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.	1642 (1642)	Wing W3638; ESTC R26407	4,245	14

of German Horse have Jaded And thus retyr'd they blockt Him up they say When none durst charge 't was thought the safest vvay Have you eare seen a chafed Lyon stand With toyles encompast and on every Hand With Hunters gall'd yet none the Lists dare enter Least he too dearly pay for his Adventure VVhil'st all the Hunters various waies contrive To take this Lyon if they can alive So gald and wearie brave Prince Robert stood The Earth about him dy'd with German Blood At last a Troop of desperate Men they Horst Who on all sides assault him so enforst With multitudes when all the wayes they 'd try'd They took him living who would fain have dy'd Which News too soon did through the Army fly And that the Enemies had a fresh supply Who had encompast them on everie side In everie face that after this News dy'd He who had skill in Phisnomie might find How to revenge the Souldiers were inclind 'T is true they lost the Day but they behav'd Themselves so bravely they their Honour sav'd The meanest Souldier by Example led By Troops together mixt with Enemies dead The Paulsgrave was advis'd to quit the field Which He refus'd He scorn'd so much to Yeeld Being rudely prest He cuts himself a way Through all those Troops none durst enforce His stay He to the Wesen comes into it Leapt Which Him as safely as it 's Soveraign kept His sprighfull Steed so bravely landed Him As if He had Great Neptunes Dolphin been 'T is true the VVaves in multitudes increast And crouded in to welcome such a Guest Yet so obedient were to their commands The proudest VVaves there durst but kisse His hands Thus Landed safely on proud VVesens Banks He lifts His Eyes up and gives Heaven the thanks VVich such a confidence to Heaven He prayes He had Solomons blessing given and length of Dayes You who were once dear Wives sad Widdows now Mothers of Children who have kept each Vow Either to Heaven or to your Husbands made Think how the Queen was with this News dismaid But you were never Daughters to a King Nor did such Portions to your Husbands bring The Worlds great love to you hath never cost It any Blood you have no Kingdoms lost No hopes of Empire ther 's no Prince hath try'd His Fortunes in your cause No Kings have dy'd In your just quarrell You have not left Estates Or if you have not two Palatinates Your Eldest Son was not in Shipwrack lost Nor was your second in the Wesen tost Your third not taken Prisoner by his foes Had you all those and not such Sons as those How can how dare you judge of hers But as poore Vassals speak of Emperors They do beleeve at Court there are such things As they have heard their Magistrats call Kings Like those that dare the Stars by name recite Or count by Unites to an Infinite They 're forst to end where they at first begin And so in arrogance commit a sin So should you rob this good Queen of her glorie But I much more by telling of this Storie In this I do but as most People use I with a greater wrong a lesse excuse That which my naked Muse should cover Love In this case doth my disadvantage prove The World stands so affected to Her Storie No Muse I know but would impaire Her glorie The competition might grave Homer raise Or Maroes Soule to sing this good Queens praise Who eare he be he needs not to complain For this high Subject will enrich his strain And Impe the proudest Feather in his Wing That with the Larke he may mount high and sing Even to the admiration of the Quier Sute but the Subject and none can sing higher Congratulatory Lines Written upon the Landing of the renowned Prince Robert Nephew to our dear Soveraign and Son to the glorious Queen of Bohemia and Second Brother to the Illustrious Prince Elector WElcome thrice welcome brave Heroick Spirit He 's no good Subject Joyes not in the merit Of deare Eliza's blessed Progenie He 's no brave Man hath not his share in thee If th' English Danish Scottish German Blood Wanted their Stories thou wilt prove them good Yet let me tell thee thy brave Mothers Storie Like the bright Sun admits no rivall glorie When our brave Cordelion was betrai'd By Austria's Arch-Duke and his Prisoner made Such was our sorrow then and discontent As here was for thy late imprisonment Such was the Joy when He came safely home As here late was that thou wert hither come Eliza is derived from His Line And hath a braver Heart then his or thine Her Name to all succeeding times shall bee Glorious as His but more renown'd by Thee Poets are Prophets then accept from me These humble wishes as a Prophesie The Names no Stranger to th' Imperiall Seat May thy Sword make our dear Prince Charles the Great May thy dear Mother in blest old Age see Her wrongs and losses all repayr'd by Thee FINIS