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Comedies, Tragi-comedies, With other Poems

by Mr William Cartwright ... The Ayres and Songs set by Mr Henry Lawes

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To the King, on the Birth of the Princess Elizabeth. March 17. 1636.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To the King, on the Birth of the Princess Elizabeth. March 17. 1636.

Great Sir,
Success to your Royal Self, and Us.
VVe're happy too, in that You're happy thus.
For where a Link'd Dependance doth States bless,
The greater fortune doth still name the less.
Can we be Losers thought, when, for a Ray
Or two substracted, we've receiv'd a Day?
VVhen Heaven, for those few peeces of Our Ore
It took, sends in the Elixar to our Store?
And (Mighty Sir) one grain of yours cast in
Turns all our drossie Copper and our Tin,
Hatching to Gold those Metals which the Sun
It self despair'd and only left begun.
'Tis then disloyall Envy to repine,
VV'ave lost some Bullion, but have gain'd a Mine.
If Septers may have Eyes (as 'tis not much
Amiss to grant them Eyes whose fore-sight's such)
This Birth so Soveraign, scattering health each where,
May well be stil'd your Septers Balsom Tear:
VVitness that Grief your Queen did late endure,
Blest be that pitty which doth weep and cure.

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Your Issue shews you now as in due space
Five Glasses justly distant would your Face,
Where one still flowing Beam illustrates all,
Though by degrees the Light doth weaker fall;
And we thus seeing them shall think we've spi'd
Your Majesty but five times multiplyed;
And this proportion'd Order makes each One
Only a severall step unto your Throne;
Link thus receiving Link, may not we Men
Say that the Golden Chain's let down agen?
Which by a still succeeding growth doth guide
Unto that Chair where the Chain's Head is ty'd?
The're then your selfless Coppi'd; for as some
By Pass, as 'twere, do send each Vertue home
Unto the Cause, and call it That; so we
Reducing Brooks to Seas, Fruit to the Tree,
Conclude that these are You; who, when they grow
Up to a Ripeness, will such Vertues shew,
That they'l be our Example, our Rule too;
For they hereafter must do still as You.
Be they then so receiv'd: Tis others Lot
To have Laws made, Yours (Great Sir) are begot.