Mirth and Gladness, after sorrow and sadness.
BENG THE
Dutchess of Monmouths
Address of Thanks to His Majesty, and the Duke of York, for receiving in-
to Favour his Grac James Duke of Monmouth. Tune of, the charms of Love.
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WElcome Jemmy e[?] my arms again,
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Farewel now all cause of mourning;
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Jemmy now does recompence the pain
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That I had till his returning.
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But my Jemmy never more [sh]all leave me,
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No[t]hing shall remove my Jemmy from my sight,
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Nor of his sweet imbraces ever more deprive me;
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Monmouth is my comfort and my hearts delight.
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Farewel then to all my doubts and fears,
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Which I have had for my poor Jemmy;
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And to all my heavy sighs and tears,
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When my Jemmy durst not see me.
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But my etc.
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Farewel to those horrid wracking frights,
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W[h]en my Duke durst not come ne[a]r me,
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With which I spent the long and tedious night,
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When poor Monmouth did not hear me.
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But my etc.
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All those joys of which true Lovers talk,
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Are so short of my possessing,
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When with Jemmy in the Court I walk,
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Methinks my pleasure's past expressing.
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But my Jemmy never more shall leave me,
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Nothing shall remove my emmy from my sight
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Nor of his sweet imbraces ever more deprive me
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Monmouth is my comfort and my hearts delight.
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Every pleasure that the Courts afford,
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Monmouth now does freely share it,
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To such favour he's again restor'd,
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As many envy that do hear it.
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But my Jemmy never more shall leave me;
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Nothing shall remove my Jemmy from my sight.
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Nor of his sweet imbraces ever more deprive me,
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Monmouth is my comfort and my hearts delight.
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You that ever lov'd my Monmouth's name,
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Help me now to sing his story;
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Monmouth never was in greater fame,
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Nor at Court in higher glory.
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But my etc,
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In my Arms my Jemmy still shall rest,
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Closely I will watch my treasure,
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With his lovely face upon my breast,
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All our daies we'l spend in pleasure.
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But my etc.
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Welcome Jemmy once more to thy Love,
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All my joys are now completed,
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Those that hop'd my pleasure to remove,
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All their thoughts are now defeated.
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But my etc.
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Come it is for them that chink it, since
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Jemmy has so good a Father,
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Sure a Merciful and Gracious Prince
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To receive him into favour.
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But my etc.
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All the praises that to Kings belong,
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Should be gave to him most duely;
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He that will forgive the greatest wrong,
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Does deserve our Prayers truly.
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But my etc.
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Jemmy and my self will ever pray
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For his Health and Preservation;
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That in our daies we never may
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Want his Presence in the Nation
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But my etc.
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To conclude, all those are of my mind
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That love Jemmy or his Father:
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Those that think his Father is too kin,
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Much (I fear) i ne'r love neither.
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But my Jemmy never more shall leave me
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Nothing shall remove my Jammy from my sight,
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Nor his sweet embraces ever more deceive me;
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Monmouth is my comfort and my hearts delight
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