Poems 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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Upon the Princess Royal her Return into ENGLAND.
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Upon the Princess Royal her Return into ENGLAND.
Welcome sure Pledge of reconciled Powers;
If Kingdoms have Good Angels, you are ours:
For th' Ill ones check'd by your bright influence,
Could never strike till you were hurried hence.
But then, as Streams withstood more rapid grow,
War and Confusion soon did overflow:
Such and so many sorrows did succeed,
As it would be a new one now to read.
But whilst your Lustre was to us deny'd,
You scatter'd blessings every where beside.
Nature and Fortune have so curious been,
To give you Worth, and Scene to shew it in.
But we do most admire that gen'rous Care
Which did your glorious Brother's sufferings share;
So that he thought them in your Presence none,
And yet your suff'rings did increase his own.
O wondrous Prodigy! O Race Divine!
Who owe more to your Actions than your Line.
Your Lives exalt your Father's deathless Name,
The blush of England, and the boast of Fame.
If Kingdoms have Good Angels, you are ours:
For th' Ill ones check'd by your bright influence,
Could never strike till you were hurried hence.
But then, as Streams withstood more rapid grow,
War and Confusion soon did overflow:
Such and so many sorrows did succeed,
As it would be a new one now to read.
But whilst your Lustre was to us deny'd,
You scatter'd blessings every where beside.
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To give you Worth, and Scene to shew it in.
But we do most admire that gen'rous Care
Which did your glorious Brother's sufferings share;
So that he thought them in your Presence none,
And yet your suff'rings did increase his own.
O wondrous Prodigy! O Race Divine!
Who owe more to your Actions than your Line.
Your Lives exalt your Father's deathless Name,
The blush of England, and the boast of Fame.
Pardon, Great Madam, this unfit Address,
Which does profane the Glory 'twould confess.
Our Crimes have banish'd us from you, and we
Were more remov'd by them than by the Sea.
Nor is it known whether we wrong'd you more
When we rebell'd, or now we do adore.
But what Guilt found, Devotion cannot miss;
And you who pardon'd that, will pardon this.
Your blest Return tells us our storms are ceas'd,
Our faults forgiven, and our stars appeas'd.
Your Mercy, which no Malice could destroy,
Shall first bestow, and then instruct, our Joy.
For bounteous Heav'n hath in your Highness sent
Our great Example, Bliss, and Ornament.
Which does profane the Glory 'twould confess.
Our Crimes have banish'd us from you, and we
Were more remov'd by them than by the Sea.
Nor is it known whether we wrong'd you more
When we rebell'd, or now we do adore.
But what Guilt found, Devotion cannot miss;
And you who pardon'd that, will pardon this.
Your blest Return tells us our storms are ceas'd,
Our faults forgiven, and our stars appeas'd.
Your Mercy, which no Malice could destroy,
Shall first bestow, and then instruct, our Joy.
For bounteous Heav'n hath in your Highness sent
Our great Example, Bliss, and Ornament.
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