A KIND
CONGRATULATION
BETWEEN
Queen Elizabeth, and the late Queen Mary II.
Of ever Glorious Memory.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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WElcome dear Sister to these Realms above,
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These Mansions of Eternal Bliss and Love;
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Of all the British Princes thou the best,
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Even Heav'n is proud to see so bright a Guest.
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Q. Mary II.
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Oh! load me not with Praises that are due,
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Illustrious Shade, to such alone as you,
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Long before me the glittering Prize you won,
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I only trod the footsteps you begun.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Since both our Cares for Englands Good did send,
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Since thither both our Thoughts did wholly bend,
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What each for her has done, let each rehearse,
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And let the Muse stand by with flowing Verse.
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Q. Mary II.
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Then you begin, in Age as Merit first,
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The kindest Princess that fair Albion Nurst:
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For your harmonious Words more sweetness share,
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Than Indian Odour, that refresh the Air.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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When first the Scepter in my Hand I bore,
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I found the Nation stain'd with Martyr's Gore,
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With superstitious Romes vain Idols led,
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At my approach the airy Phantoms fled.
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Q. Mary II.
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Nor did the Land under less Pressures groan,
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When I did first ascend the British Throne:
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St. OMERS Tribe did all the Isle Alarm,
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But I Dissolv'd the Babylonian Charm.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Spains haughty Tyrant wing'd with vast desire,
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To subjugate my Kingdoms did aspire;
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Vainly he tryd to bring the Spanish Yoke,
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Arm'd with the Truth, I all his Measures broke.
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Q. Mary II.
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What Philip try'd to compass in your Reign,
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Lately proud LEWIS fancy'd to obtain,
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But Heaven indulgent still to Me and Mine,
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Ruin'd his Hope, and blasted his Design.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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With this Ambitious Vanity betray'd,
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The Spaniards came Britannia to invade;
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Scarce by the Winds mov'd on, they sail'd in State,
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While the prest Ocean groan'd beneath the weight.
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Q. Mary II.
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Why shou'd not France from Spains Example learn,
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And wisely from their loss her own descern?
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With the same towring Thoughts she took the Main,
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And for this Isle prepar'd a Gally Chain.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Immortal Drake, whose ever sounding Name
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Shall live in all the Provinces of Fame,
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With matchless Vigour their whole Fleet assail'd,
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Nor, tho far weaker, in the Action fail'd.
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Q. Mary II.
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RUSSEL, for me with like success engaged,
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At treacherous Gallia's high Designs enraged.
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The same stupendious Things he did for me,
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Which mighty Drake so well perform'd for thee.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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And now the Spanish Pride turn'd to Despair,
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Some Sunk, some Burnt, some blown up in the Air:
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They now repented their unjust Design,
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Pursu'd by English Hearts, and Wrath Divine.
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Q. Mary II.
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In vain, the Winds invok'd, did Tourville try
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To fly from RUSSEL and from Destiny:
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His haughty SUN was bravely set on Fire,
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And did between two Elements expire.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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That I repress'd th' Aspiring Power of Spain,
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And rode Triumphant Princess of the Main;
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My Fleet Victorious Sail'd from Pole to Pole,
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Where Winds cou'd carry, and where Waves cou'd rowl.
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Q. Mary II.
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France, which to double Empire did pretend,
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And did by Sea and Land her Thoughts extend,
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Learnt to her loss and loudly now does own,
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The Ocean does belong to Britains Throne.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Nor did the fair Britannia only share
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The good Effects of my unwearied Care:
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But Holland too my Bounteous Hands reliev'd,
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And from dispair that Infant State retriev'd.
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Q. Mary II.
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Holland, that kindness largely has repay'd,
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The Great NASSAW She sent to Englands Aid;
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While Rome stood ready England to Devour
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My Heroe then stept in, and broke her Power.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Ireland, which Vainly did on Spain rely,
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To shake off Albions Government did try;
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I by my Captains several Battels won,
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But did not Live to see the Conquest done.
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Q. Mary II.
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That treacherous Isle, so often stain'd with Blood,
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William the Bold, while at the Boyne he stood,
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Reduc'd by force, and taught her to Obey,
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Nor cou'd the French Relief, her Fate delay.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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The zealous Champions of th' Heavenly Word,
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Whene're Persecuted by Fire or Sword;
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My open Arms receiv'd. In vain had Rome,
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Doom'd them to starve, for I revers'd their Doom.
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Q. Mary II.
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As the kind Elm supports the tender Vine,
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So did great Williams, and my Care combine
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To save the Church, which has so long defy'd
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Genevas Lake, and Tibers powerful Tide.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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My Subjects with their Purses serv'd the Throne,
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What they posses'd I always thought my own;
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I never did their Liberties Infringe,
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Nor sought the Constitution to Unhinge.
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Q. Mary II.
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Nor were they backward with their Lives and Blood
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In my defence, to seek the Nation's Good;
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They thought their Treasures well laid out to see,
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Religion sav'd, and baffl'd Tyrany.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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Since Fate's All-ruling Hand has then remov'd
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Us Two from England, we so dearly lov'd:
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For her Prosperity our Prayers we'll Joyn,
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May England Flourish, and may Rome Decline.
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Q. Mary. II.
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May William long the British Scepter Sway,
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Long may He Live, His Subjects long Obey;
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May he the Guilty Tyrant's Projects blast,
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And Europe's Liberty restore at last.
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Q. Elizabeth.
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May gentle Peace and Plenty Grace the Isle,
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May Justice Triumph, and may Virtue smile:
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May Vice discourag'd, fly the powerful Light,
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And ever bury'd lye in shades of Night.
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Q. Mary II.
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May Britains Ancient Liberty prevail,
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Her Rights may no Tyrant's Hand assail:
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And may succeeding Princes learn from me,
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To Reign with Wisdom, and with Clemency.
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