NUMB. 2.
Loves CHRONICLE:
OR, THE
Changing HEART.
By Cowley
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MArgaritta first possest,
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If I remember well my Breast,
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Margaritta first of all;
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But when a while the wanton Maid
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With my restless Heart had plaid,
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Martha took the flying Ball.
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Martha soon did it resign
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To the Beauteous Katherine,
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Beauteous Katherine gave Place,
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Though loth and angry she to part
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With the Possession of my Heart
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To Elisas conquering Face.
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Elisa till this Hour might reign,
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Had she not Evil Counsels taen;
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Fundamental Laws she broke,
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And still new Favourites she chose,
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Till up in Arms my Passions rose,
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And cast away the Yoke.
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Mary then and gentle Ann
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Both to reign at once began,
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Alternately they swayd;
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And sometimes Mary was the Fair,
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And sometimes Ann the Crown did wear,
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Sometimes I Both obeyd.
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Another Mary then arose,
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And did rigorous Laws impose,
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A mighty Tyrant she!
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Long, alas, should I have been
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Under that Iron-Sceptred Queen,
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Had not Rebecca set me free.
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When fair Rebecca set me free,
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Twas then a golden Time for me,
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But soon those Pleasures fled;
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For the gracious Princess dyd
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In her Youth and Beautys Pride,
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And Judith reigned in her stead.
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One Month, 3 Days and half an Hour,
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Judith held the Sovreign power,
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Wondrous beautiful her Face,
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But so weak and small her Wit
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That she to govern was unfit,
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And so Susannah took her Place.
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But when Isabella came
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Armd with a resistless Flame,
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And th Artillery of her Eye,
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Whilst she proudly marchd about
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Greater Conquests to find out,
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She beat out Susan by the Bye.
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But in her Place I then obeyd
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Black-eyd Bess her Vice-Roy Maid,
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To whom ensud a Vacancy;
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Thousand worse Passions then possest
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The Inter-regnum of my Breast,
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Bless me from such an Anarchy!
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Gentle Henrietta then
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And a third Mary next began,
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Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria,
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And then a pretty Thomasine,
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And then another Katherine,
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And then a long et cetera.
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But should I now to you relate
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The Strength and Riches of their State,
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The powder, patches, and the pins,
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The Ribbons, Jewels, and the Rings,
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The Lace, the paint, and Warlike things
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That make up all their Magazines:
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If I should tell the Politick Arts
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To take and keep Mens Hearts,
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The Letters, Embassies, and Spies,
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The Frowns, and Smiles, and Flatteries,
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The Quarrels, Fears and Perjuries,
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Numberless, Nameless Mysteries!
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And all the little Lime-Twigs laid
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By Maschiavill the Waiting-Maid;
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I more voluminous should grow,
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(Chiefly if I like them should tell
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All change of Weathers that befel)
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Than Holinshead or Stow.
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