A Poem as it was Presented to his Sacred Majesty

by Ephelia

A POEM as it was PRESENTED
TO HIS
SACRED MAJESTY
On the Discovery of the PLOTT,

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Written by a Lady of Quality.

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HAILE Mighty Prince! whom Heaven has desig'nd
To be the chief delight of human kind:
So many Vertues croud your Breast that we
Do alwaies question your Mortality:
Sure all the Planets that o're Vertue raigns,
Shed their best Influence in your Royal Veins:
You are the Glory of Monarchial Pow'rs,
In Bounties free as are descending showrs;
Fierce as a Tempest when ingag'd in VVar,
In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are;
In pitying Mercy, you not imitate
The Heavenly Pow'rs, but rather emulate.
None but your self, your suffrings could have born
With so much Greatness, such Heroick scorn,
When Hated Traytors do your Life pursue,
And all the World is fill'd with Cares for you;
VVhen every Loyal Heart is sunk with fear,
Your self alone cloth unconcern'd appear;
Your Soul within, still keeps it's lawful state,
Contemns and dares the worst effects of Fate,
As the bright Majesty shot from your Eye,
Aw'd your tame Fate, and rul'd your destiny.
Though your Undaunted soul bare you thus high,
Your sollid Judgement sees ther's danger nigh;
Which with such care and Prudence you prevent
As if you fear'd not but t'would cross th'event.
Your Care so nobly looks, it doth Appear
Tis for your Subjects, not your Self you fear:
Heaven! make this Princes Life your nearest care,
That does so many of your Best Vertues share:
If Monarchs in their Actions copy you,
This is the nearest Piece you ever drew:
Blast every hand that dares to be so bold,
An Impious VVeapon 'gainst his Life to hold
Burst every Heart that dares but Think him ill;
Their Guilty souls with so much Terrour fill,
That of themselves they may their Plott unfold,
And Live no longer then the Tale is told.
Safe in your Care, all else will needless prove
Yet keep him safe to in his Subjects Love.
Your Subjects View You with such Loyal Eyes
They know not how they may their Treasure prize:
Were You defenceless, they would round you fall,
And Pile their bodies to build up a wall.
VVere you distrest, 'twould prove a gen'rous strife,
VVho first should lose his Own, to save Your Life,
But since kind Heaven these Dangers doth remove,
VVee'l find out other wayes t'express our Love.
Wee'l force the Traytors all, their souls resign,
To herd with him that taught them their design.

FINIS.

Printed in the year 1679.