Florus Britannicus Or, an Exact Epitome of the History of England, From William the Conquerour to the Twelfth Year of the Reign of his Sacred Majesty Charls the Second, now flourishing. Illustrated with their perfect Portraictures ... By Mathew Stevenson |
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Elizabeth, Queene of England.
Thus dy'd Elizabeth; Did I say she dy'd?Away my babling Muse, away, ye ly'd.
She is alive, and ever so shall be;
Could England dote, and lose all memory.
The Neatherlands, yea France & Spain would give
All satisfaction that she still does live,
And shall, untill unknown diseases vex
The Universe into an Apoplex.
Of whom this Nation may with comfort say,
An Evening red, foretold a morning gray.
Thus from the Briny Ocean of our tears,
The joyfull Venus of our Peace appears.
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