Female Poems On Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Hail Mighty Prince! whom Heaven has design'd
To be the chief Delight of human kind:
So many Vertues croud your Breast, that we
Do almost question your Mortality:
Sure all the Planets that o're Vertue Reigns,
Shed their best Influence in your Royal Veins:
You are the Glory of Monarchial Pow'rs,
In Bounties free as are descending Show'rs,
Fierce as a Tempest when ingag'd in War,
In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are;

In pitying Mercy, you not imitate
The Heavenly Pow'rs, but rather Emulate.
None but your Self, your Suffrings could have born
With so much Greatness, such Heroick Scorn:
When hated Traytors do your Life persue,
And all the World is fill'd with cares for you;
When every Loyal Heart is sunk with Fear,
Your Self alone doth unconcern'd appear;
Your Soul within, still keeps it's lawful State,
Contemns and dares the worst effects of Fate;
As the bright Majesty shot from your Eye,
Aw'd your tame Fate, and rul'd your Destiny.
Though your undaunted Soul bear you thus high,
Your solid Judgment sees there's danger nigh;
Which with such Care and Prudence you prevent,
As if you fear'd not, but would cross th'Event.
Your Care so nobly looks, it doth appear
'Tis for your Subjects, not your Self you fear:
Heaven! make this Princes Life your nearest care,
That does so many of your Vertues share:

If Monarchs in their Actions copy you,
This is the nearest piece you ever drew:
Blast every Hand that dares to be so bold,
An impious Weapon 'gainst his Life to hold:
Burst every Heart that dares but think him ill;
Their guilty Souls with so much Terrour fill,
That of themselves they may their Plot unfold,
And live no longer than the Tale is told:
Safe in your Care, all else will needless prove,
Yet keep him safe too in his Subjects love.
Your Subjects view you with such Loyal eyes,
They know not how they may their Treasure prize:
Were you defenceless, they would round you fall,
And Pile their Bodies to build up a Wall.
Were you distress'd, 'twould move a gen'rous strife,
Who first should loose his own, to save your Life.
But since kind Heaven these dangers doth remove,
VVee'l find out other ways t'express our Love.
VVee'l force the Traytors all, their Souls resign,
To Herd with him that taught them their Design.