A PANEGYRICK, &c.
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A Queen, from whose chast womb, ordain'd by Fate,
The souls of Kings unborn for bodies wait,
It was your Love before made Discord cease:
Your Love is destin'd to your Countries Peace.
Both Indies (Rivals in your bed) provide
With Gold or Jewels to adorn your Bride.
This to a mighty King presents rich Ore,
While that with Incense does a God implore.
Two Kingdoms wait your Doom, and as you choose,
This must receive a Crown, or that must loose.
Thus from your Royal Oak, like Jove's of old,
Are answers sought, and destinies fore-told:
Propitious Oracles are begg'd with vows,
And Crowns that grow upon the sacred Boughs.
Your Subjects, while you weigh the Nations Fate,
Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate:
Choose only, (Sir,) that so they may possess
With their own peace their Childrens happiness.
The souls of Kings unborn for bodies wait,
It was your Love before made Discord cease:
Your Love is destin'd to your Countries Peace.
Both Indies (Rivals in your bed) provide
With Gold or Jewels to adorn your Bride.
This to a mighty King presents rich Ore,
While that with Incense does a God implore.
Two Kingdoms wait your Doom, and as you choose,
This must receive a Crown, or that must loose.
Thus from your Royal Oak, like Jove's of old,
Are answers sought, and destinies fore-told:
Propitious Oracles are begg'd with vows,
And Crowns that grow upon the sacred Boughs.
Your Subjects, while you weigh the Nations Fate,
Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate:
Choose only, (Sir,) that so they may possess
With their own peace their Childrens happiness.
TO
