An ANSWER to the
Mournful Monarch;
BEING,
The Late Queens Reply to her Sorrowful Kings Lamentation:
Together, with a Word of Comfort of the Assurance of continued
Favours in the Court of France.
Tune of, The Ring of Gold. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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TEll me thou Mournful King,
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why dost thou blame me?
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This does fresh sorrows bring,
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when as you name me
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To be the cause alone,
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of this sad story;
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This I will still disown,
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I strove for Glory.
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II.
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As I will make appear
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by this Relation,
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A Learned Roman Peer
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in Consultation,
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Study'd for our Renown,
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and did endeavour
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For to entail the Crown
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on Rome for ever.
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III.
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We had no Papist Son
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to Reign hereafter;
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Something was to be done
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then in this matter;
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Though I was young and fair,
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my Lord was feeble;
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To get a Lawful Heir,
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thou wast not able.
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IV.
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Therefore I did contrive
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a young Impostor,
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Which might our days survive,
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whom we did foster;
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But Dukes, Lords, Earls beside
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would not believe us;
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Among themselves they cry'd,
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none shall deceive us.
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V.
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In this my Royal Name
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why will you mention?
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When I for lasting Fame
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wrack'd my Invention:
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It was to raise an Heir
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to be anointed;
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This was my Royal Care,
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though disappointed.
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VI.
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Why are thou thus cast down?
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this is a folly,
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Since thou hast lost the Crown,
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be brisk and Jolly;
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Thy Glory does advance
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still out of measure;
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Here in the Court of France
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there's Joy and Pleasure.
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VII.
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Lewis le Grand, I know,
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he'll not forsake thee,
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But Royal kindness show,
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and strives to make thee
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Greater than any one,
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let nothing grieve thee,
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Love, for my sake alone
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he'll never leave thee.
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VIII.
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I prize this present Court
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before Great Brittain,
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Where right renowned sport
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still is repeating:
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In streams of sweet delight,
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and Golden Treasure;
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I revel Day and Night
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here out of measure.
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IX.
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Then cast thy care away,
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safety admire;
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While we no Scepter sway,
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none will Conspire
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Against us day nor night,
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Subject nor Stranger;
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This Crowns me with delight,
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seated from danger.
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FINIS.
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