Poetical Exercises Written Upon Several Occasions Presented and Dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary Princess of Orange [by John Cutts] |
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To a Young LADY,
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To a Young LADY,
Who was said to be almost in Love.
Upon her Recovery.
I come, bright Virgin, to congratulate
The blest Reverse of your unhappy Fate.
Victorious Love, whose Violence and Rage
No Hero e're could vanquish or asswage;
Victorious Love, that keeps his Slaves in awe,
That conquers Conquerors, and gives Monarchs Law;
Love, that by boundless Passion, wild Desire,
Confounds Mankind, and sets the World on Fire;
That Haughty Tyrant, that Imperious Foe
You have o're-come, and lead in Triumph now;
Whilst Guardian-Angels round about you flye,
Triumphing at your Souls great Victory.
The blest Reverse of your unhappy Fate.
Victorious Love, whose Violence and Rage
No Hero e're could vanquish or asswage;
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That conquers Conquerors, and gives Monarchs Law;
Love, that by boundless Passion, wild Desire,
Confounds Mankind, and sets the World on Fire;
That Haughty Tyrant, that Imperious Foe
You have o're-come, and lead in Triumph now;
Whilst Guardian-Angels round about you flye,
Triumphing at your Souls great Victory.
Those glorious Servants of the Court above,
(Whose God-like immaterial Beings move,
And are maintain'd by Harmony and Love)
Cherish no Flames but what unspotted are,
That upwards move, and have their Object there.
Their Divine Essence makes 'em disapprove
Those Storms of Nature, which we take for Love
And you, like one of them, have scorn'd your Mind
Should harbour any Flame that's not refin'd.
Love, when submissive, innocent, and pure,
You could within your gentle Breast endure;
Within those unpolluted Walls it lay,
As Harbinger to some more happy Day;
But when the growing Fire began to burn
Too fierce, and Love did to Disorder turn,
You then, inspir'd by some Diviner Flame,
Its dang'rous Violence did quickly tame,
With mighty Thoughts the raging Storm supprest,
And threw the Viper from your panting Breast.
May Heav'n be kind, and take a special Care
Of one so very Good, and yet so Fair.
(Whose God-like immaterial Beings move,
And are maintain'd by Harmony and Love)
Cherish no Flames but what unspotted are,
That upwards move, and have their Object there.
Their Divine Essence makes 'em disapprove
Those Storms of Nature, which we take for Love
And you, like one of them, have scorn'd your Mind
Should harbour any Flame that's not refin'd.
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You could within your gentle Breast endure;
Within those unpolluted Walls it lay,
As Harbinger to some more happy Day;
But when the growing Fire began to burn
Too fierce, and Love did to Disorder turn,
You then, inspir'd by some Diviner Flame,
Its dang'rous Violence did quickly tame,
With mighty Thoughts the raging Storm supprest,
And threw the Viper from your panting Breast.
May Heav'n be kind, and take a special Care
Of one so very Good, and yet so Fair.
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