You justly may forsake a land which you
Have found so guilty and so fatall too.
Fortune, injurious to your innocence,
Shot all her arrowes either heare, or hence.
'Twas here bold Rebells once your life pursu'd,
(To whom 'twas Treason only to be rude)
Till you were forc'd by their unwearied spight
(O glorious criminall!) to take your flight
Whence after you all that was humane fled;
For here, oh here the Royall Martyr bled,
Whose cause and heart must be divine and high,
That having you could be content to dye
Here they purloin'd what we to you did owe,
And paid you in varietie of woe
Yet all those billowes in your breast did meet
A heart so firme, so royall, and so sweet,
That over them you greater conquest made
Then your immortall father ever had
For we may read in story of some few
That fought like him, none that endur'd like you:
Till sorrow blush'd to act what Traytors meant,
And providence it selfe did first repent
But as our active, so our passive ill
Hath made your share to be the sufferer's still;
As from our mischiefes all your troubles grew,
'Tis your sad right to suffer for them too.
Else our great Charles had not been hence so long,
Nor the Illustrious Gloucester died so young;
Nor had we lost a princesse all confest
To be the greatest, wisest, and the best;
Who leaving colder parts, but lesse unkinde,
(For it was here she sett, but there she shin'd)
Did to a most ingratefull climate come
To make a visit, and to find a tombe.
So that we should as much your smile despaire,
As of your stay in this unpurged aire;
But that your mercy doth exceed our crimes,
As much as your example former times,
And will forgive our offerings, though the flame
Doth tremble still betwixt regret and shame
For we have justly suffer'd more then you,
By the sad guilt of all your sufferings too.
As you the great Idea have been seen
Of either fortune, and in both a Queen,
Live still triumphant by the noblest wars,
And justify your reconciled starres.
See your offendors for your mercy bow,
And your tryed Vertue all mankind allow;
While you to such a race have given birth,
As are contended for by heaven and earth.
Have found so guilty and so fatall too.
Fortune, injurious to your innocence,
Shot all her arrowes either heare, or hence.
'Twas here bold Rebells once your life pursu'd,
(To whom 'twas Treason only to be rude)
Till you were forc'd by their unwearied spight
(O glorious criminall!) to take your flight
Whence after you all that was humane fled;
For here, oh here the Royall Martyr bled,
Whose cause and heart must be divine and high,
That having you could be content to dye
Here they purloin'd what we to you did owe,
And paid you in varietie of woe
Yet all those billowes in your breast did meet
A heart so firme, so royall, and so sweet,
That over them you greater conquest made
Then your immortall father ever had
For we may read in story of some few
That fought like him, none that endur'd like you:
Till sorrow blush'd to act what Traytors meant,
And providence it selfe did first repent
But as our active, so our passive ill
Hath made your share to be the sufferer's still;
As from our mischiefes all your troubles grew,
'Tis your sad right to suffer for them too.
Else our great Charles had not been hence so long,
Nor the Illustrious Gloucester died so young;
Nor had we lost a princesse all confest
To be the greatest, wisest, and the best;
Who leaving colder parts, but lesse unkinde,
(For it was here she sett, but there she shin'd)
Did to a most ingratefull climate come
To make a visit, and to find a tombe.
So that we should as much your smile despaire,
As of your stay in this unpurged aire;
But that your mercy doth exceed our crimes,
As much as your example former times,
And will forgive our offerings, though the flame
Doth tremble still betwixt regret and shame
For we have justly suffer'd more then you,
By the sad guilt of all your sufferings too.
As you the great Idea have been seen
Of either fortune, and in both a Queen,
Live still triumphant by the noblest wars,
And justify your reconciled starres.
See your offendors for your mercy bow,
And your tryed Vertue all mankind allow;
While you to such a race have given birth,
As are contended for by heaven and earth.
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