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By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French

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To my Lord Duke of Ormond, upon the late Plot.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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To my Lord Duke of Ormond, upon the late Plot.

Though you, great Sir, be Heav'ns immediate care,
Who shew'd you danger, and then broke the snare;
And our first gratitude to that be due,
Yet there is much that must be paid to you:
For 'tis your Prudence Ireland's peace secures,
Gives her her safety, and (what's dearer) yours,
Whilst your prevailing genius does dispence,
At once its conduct, and its influence;
Less honour from a battel won is got,
Than to repel so dangerous a Plot;
Fortune with Courage may play booty there,
But single vertue is triumphant here;
In vain the bold ingrateful Rebels aim
To overturn when you support the same;
You who three potent Kingdoms late have seen
Tremble with fury, and yet stedfast been;
Who on afflicted Majesty could wait,
When it was seemingly forsook by Fate;
Whose settled loyalty no storms dismaid,
Nor the more flattering mischiefs could disswade:
And having scap'd so dangerous a coast,
Could you now fall expiring Treasons boast?
Or was it hop'd by this contemned crew,
That you could Fortune, and not them, subdue.

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But whilst these wretches at this impious rate,
Will buy, the knowledge of your mighty fate;
You shall preserve your Kings entrusted Crown,
Assisted by his fortune and your own.
And whilst his Sword Kingdoms abroad bestows,
You with the next renown shall this dispose.