ELEGY On the Death of Her Highness MARY Princess Dowager of Aurange, DAUGHTER TO CHARLES the First, King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, &c.
HAil Graceful MARY! Summon'd up to be,
A
Member-Saint oth' Heavenly
Hierarchie!
For since
Your Virgin-Name-Sake's
Peer'd with
You,
Our
Ave-Maries must be
Doubled too.
What
Zeal of Glory did
Your Highness Move,
To
rob Low-Countries, to
Enrich th'
Above?
Or was it in a
Complement You fell,
To leave
HENRIETTA 'thout a
Parallel?
Was't not
Enough, that
Glouc'ster's Shining Star
Shrunk the
Payr-Royal, to a
Royal Payr?
And as
Ambassadour (to fit
Your State)
Prepar'd
Your Ways, knowing the
Path was
strait?
But must (
O Times!) more
Royal Blood be spilt,
To make
Attonement, for a
Kingdom's Guilt?
That Scandals
Galen and
Hippocrates!
So lothsome too, the
Soul would hardly own
The
Body at the
Resurrection!
Thus the
Lamb Suffers, while the
Fox still thrives:
Heavens Kingdome's near; 'Tis time t'
Amend our Lives.
'Tis for the
Nations Sins, a
Punishment
On
Princes falls. They'd
Live if
Wee'd Repent:
Here let our
Souls, flow from our Eyes in
Tears!
Like
Those, Whose
Hopes, are Master'd by their
Fears!
Another Branch, lop't from the
Royal Tree,
And shall the
Shrubs remain
Secure and
Free?
Oh! if our
Earthly Gods, like
Men, must lye,
How, like the
Beasts that perish, shall
Vassals Dye?
All
Things Immortal, in this
Lady were
But meer
Mortality, and
That lies Here!
Whose
Goodness needs no
Gloss to set it off,
Say but—
'Twas Charls
his Daughter—That's
Enough.
Oh may
Her Son like
Her, live to inherit
The
Mothers Virtues and the
Fathers Spirit!
Then will
Heaven bless its
Blessing with that
Good
Which cannot be
Express'd, less
Understood.
The
Wonder of
Her Sex! less
Great, then
Good:
Honouring
Her Name, Ennobled by Her
Blood!
The
Ages Ioy and Grief! Envy and
Prìde!
You could not think
Her Mortal, till
She Dy'd.
In brief, be this Inscrib'd upon Her Tombe,
HERE LIES THE MIRACLE OF CHRISTENDOME!
But—Cease to
Mourn!—
A
Princess never
Dyes;
But, like the
Sun, does only
Set to
Rise.
HEN. BOLD.
Olim è N. C.
Oxon.
London, Printed for Edward Husbands, and are to be sold at the Sign of the Golden Dragon in Fleet-street, 1660.