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TO THE QUEEN :
AN APOLOGIE FOR THE LENGTH OF THE FOLLOWING PANEGYRICK.'
When you are mistresse of the song,
- Infinite, since part of you-
Needs must your noble prayses' strength
| Appeared originally in ‘Voces Votivæ ab Academicis Canta. brigiensibus pro novissimo Carolo et Mariæ principe filio emissæ. Cantabrigie: apud Rogerum Daniel. MDCXL' This poem did not appear in the edition of 1646; but it did in that of 1648 (p. 48). Not having been reprinted in 1670, it was overlooked by TURNBULL. Our text is from 1618; but the only variation from the original in • Voces Votiva' is in line 7, “to' instead of for.' G.
Teildin: the winter alian's lovely briile!
treilee yllit anda! inil brious! that to thee Tulity a nii ilms which well might be 1
anlynis lalu tir? that thy laves Il gillil with the union of those rares "Toma Carbaliviiled beam would be a sunce Third the phen t'any Nation? Siurr, it for these thull meau'st to find a seat,
15 TH' last herd, () Britain, to be truly (reat.
Inil so thou art; their presence makes thee so : They are the creatnesses Civils, where-e're they go,
Appitted ita in last queer ; 14fh pp19-33), 1670 (pp. 97-100). Our te is that of lify its lo fire, which corrects TIRNBULL in mary Lohanes its well in error of commu-2011 is of omni-ion; the later siening to do tower than fortellin entire lines, in addiuion to the pulu_ie' of fourtreo linen, So Vites and Illustrations at close of the quelll. l.
Bring their Heav'n with them : their great footsteps
30 Whose birth last blest the bed of his sweet mother, And bad us first salute our prince, a brother.
The Prince and Duke of York. Bright Charles ! thou sweet dawn of a glorious Day! Centre of those thy grandsires (shall I say, Henry and James ? or, Mars and Phoebus rather ?
35 If this were Wisdome's god, that War's stern father ; 'Tis but the same is said : Henry and James Are Mars and Phæbus under diverse names) : O thou full mixture of those mighty souls Whose vast intelligences tun'd the poles
40 Of Peace and War; thou, for whose manly brow Both lawrels twine into one wreath, and woo
Th’art pair’d, sweet princesse : in this well-writ book 65
So have I seen (to dresse their mistresse May) Two silken sister-flowers consult, and lay
70 Their bashfull cheeks together: newly they Peep't from their buds, show'd like the garden's eyes Scarce wak't: like was the crimson of their joyes; Like were the tears they wept, so like, that one Seem'd but the other's kind reflexion.
The new-borne Prince. And now 'twere time to say, sweet queen, no more. Fair source of princes, is thy pretious store Not yet exhaust ? O no! Heavens have no bound, But in their infinite and endlesse round Embrace themselves. Our measure is not their's; 80 Nor may
the pov'rtie of man's narrow prayers Span their immensitie. More princes come: Rebellion, stand thou by ; Mischief, make room : War, blood, and death—names all averse from IoyHeare this, we have another bright-ey'd boy : 85 That word's a warrant, by whose vertue I Have full authority to bid you dy.
Dy, dy, foul misbegotten monsters ! dy : Make haste away, or e'r the World's bright eye