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A POEM as it was PRESENTED
TO HIS
SACRED MAJESTY
On the Discovery of the PLOTT,
Written by a Lady of Quality.

HAILE Mighty Prince! whom Heaven has de-signd
To be the chief delight of human kind:
So many Vertues croud your Breast that we
Do alwaies question your Mortality:
Sure all the Planets that ore Vertue raigns,
Shed their best Influence in your Royal Veins:
You are the Glory of Monarchial Powrs,
In Bounties free as are descending showrs;
Fierce as a Tempest when ingagd in War,
In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are;
In pitying Mercy, you not imitate
The Heavenly Powrs, but rather emulate.
None but your self, your suffrings could have born
With so much Greatness, such Heroick scorn,
When Hated Traytors do your Life pursue,
And all the World is filld with Cares for you;
When every Loyal Heart is sunk with fear,
Your self alone doth unconcernd appear;
Your Soul within, still keeps its lawful state,
Contemns and dares the worst effects of Fate,
As the bright Majesty shot from your Eye,
Awd your tame Fate, and ruld your destiny.
Though your Undaunted soul bare you thus high,
Your sollid Judgement sees thers danger nigh;
Which with such care and Prudence you prevent
As if you feard not but twould cross thevent.

Your Care so nobly looks, it doth Appear
Tis for your Subjects, not your Self you fear:
Heaven! make this Princes Life your nearest care,
That does so many of your Best Vertues share:
If Monarchs in their Actions copy you,
This is the nearest Piece you ever drew:
Blast every hand that dares to be so bold,
An Impious Weapon gainst his Life to hold:
Burst every Heart that dares but Think him ill;
Their Guilty souls with so much Terrour fill,
That of themselves they may their Plott unfold;
And Live no longer then the Tale is told.
Safe in your Care, all else will needless prove
Yet keep him safe too in his Subjects Love.
Your Subjects View You with such Loyal Eyes
They know not how they may their Treasure prize.
Were You defenceless, they would round you fall,
And Pile their bodies to build up a wall.
Were you distrest, twould prove a genrous strife,
Who first should lose his Own, to save Your Life.
But since kind Heaven these Dangers doth remove,
Weel find out other wayes t express our Love.
Weel force the Traytors all, their souls resign,
To herd with him that taught them their design.


FINIS.
Printed in the year 1679.

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