High and Illustrious King of Bohemia,
[wh]ich God hath bestowed upon them in their Royall Issue,
[re]joycing to all that wish their Happines.
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THen (spight of all that doe their State molest)
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They in their Princely Children are much blest.
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This King and Queene, who list's their Actions try,
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Shall finde them paternes of true Constancy.
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And that they still with Noble fortitude,
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And courage, all Adversities subdude.
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Their Patience every other vertue Crownes,
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It hath made Fortune weary of her frownes.
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Shee sees their Courage can no way be shaken,
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And that her labour's lost, which she hath taken,
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Shee therefore 'gins to turne her fickle wheele,
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To make Bohemia's foes her flatt'ry feele.
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'Tis not great Armies, Cannons, Roring Drums,
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But a good Cause and Courage overcomes.
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The meanes to Victory, and faire Renowne,
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Is to let Fortitude keepe Terrour downe:
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And patience in all Chances is a thing,
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Which noble Actions to perfection bring.
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And how can they be any way dismay'd,
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That still are guarded by th'Almighties Ayde?
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For those that will but note from first to last,
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The dangers and the perils they have past,
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And how they still have bin preseru'd from those,
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That to subvert them, round did them inclose:
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Note but these thinges, and men will understand,
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They have bin still protected with Gods hand.
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Let no rash Censures, or sad Malecontents,
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Measure mans worth according to th'events,
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For he that Heav'n and earthly Kingdomes swayes,
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Doth measure mens proceedings otherwayes.
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Illustrious Mansfield, God still guide thy Sword,
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Against th'opposers of his Sacred word:
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Thou art approved and thy truth is seene,
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In serving of this Royall King and Queene,
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As thou hast done, brave Generall so proceed,
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And God with Glory, then will Crowne thy meede.
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And stout Renown'd, belov'd, Right noble Vere,
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Thy Valour to the Heav'ns thy Fame shall reare;
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Thou (with much danger) hast opposde the hate,
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Of the fierce foes to the Palatinate.
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Tryumphant Victory sit on thy Helme,
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Which may thine Enemies all overwhelme;
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Thy friends and foes Report where ere they goe,
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Thou art a Constant friend, a Noble foe.
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Thus I commend to Gods Almighty Grace,
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The King, the Queene, and all their Princely Race;
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Their faithfull Subjects, and their constant Friends,
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Whose wishes or whose power their good intends.
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Live all belov'd, and whensoe're you dye,
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Ascend and put on Immortality.
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FINIS.
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