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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>NOVEMBER.</HEAD>
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<L>THOU <HI>Sun</HI> that &s;hed'&s;t the Dayes, looke downe and &s;ee</L>
<L>A Month more &s;hining by Events, than thee;</L>
<L>Departed <HI>Saints</HI> and <HI>Soules</HI> &s;ign'd it before, <NOTE PLACE="marg">1. Day, is All Saints.</NOTE></L>
<L>But now the living &s;igne it more.</L>
<L><HI>Per&s;ons</HI> and <HI>Actions</HI> meet, All meant for Joy, <NOTE PLACE="marg">2. All Souls.</NOTE></L>
<L>But &s;ome build up, and &s;ome de&s;troy.</L>
<L>Bate us That U&s;hering Cur&s;e, &s;o dearly knowne,</L>
<L>And then the Month is All our Owne.</L>
<L>So, at the fir&s;t, Darkene&s;&s;e was throwne about</L>
<L>Th' un&s;hapen Earth, and Light was th<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nce &s;trooke out.</L>
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<L>Draw the fir&s;t Curtaine, and the Scene is then <NOTE PLACE="marg">3. Day, The A&s;&s;embling of the un|happy Par|li<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ment.</NOTE></L>
<L>A Triple State of Cull'd and Tru&s;ted men:</L>
<L>Men in who&s;e hands 'twas once t'have giv'n us more</L>
<L>Then our Bold Fathers Askd before:</L>
<L>Who, had they us'd their Prince's Grace, had got</L>
<L>What no Armes could, and Theirs will not.</L>
<L>What more then Witchcraft did our Ble&s;&s;ing Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>And made the Cure make Evills wor&s;e?</L>
<L>'Tis the <HI>Third</HI> D<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">y; throw in the Blacke&s;t Stone,</L>
<L>Marke it for Curs'd, and let it &s;tand Alone.</L>
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<L>BUT hold! &s;peake gentler things! This <HI>Fourth</HI> was &s;eene <NOTE PLACE="marg">4. Day, The Birth of the Prince&s;&s;e <HI>MARY.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>The &s;ofte&s;t Image of our Beauteous <HI>Queene.</HI></L>
<L>Bring me a Lambe, not us'd to Elder Food,</L>
<L>That ha's as yet more Milke then Blood,</L>
<L>That to the Honour of this Early Bride</L>
<L>(Like <HI>Thetis</HI> joynd to <HI>Peleus</HI> &s;ide,)</L>
<L>Some Tender Thing may fall; though nore can be</L>
<L>So White, &s;o Tender, as is She.</L>
<L>Whiles we at home our Little Turfe debate,</L>
<L>She &s;preads our Glories to another State.</L>
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<L>NEXT view a Tr<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;on of the wor&s;t Intent, <NOTE PLACE="marg">5. Day, Our Delivery from the Papi&s;ts con&s;piracy.</NOTE></L>
<L>Had not our Owne <HI>done</HI> more then Strangers <HI>meant;</HI></L>
<L>Religion is the Thing both &s;ides pretend,</L>
<L>But either to a different End:</L>
<L>They, out of Zeale, labour to reare their owne,</L>
<L>The&s;e, out of Zeale, to pull All downe.</L>
<L>Ble&s;&s;e Us from The&s;e, as Them! But yet compare</L>
<L>Tho&s;e in the Vault, The&s;e in the Chayre,</L>
<L>Though the ju&s;t Lot of un&s;ucce&s;&s;efull &s;in</L>
<L>Fix their's Without, you'l finde wor&s;e Heads Within.</L>
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<L>BUT hearke! What Thunder's that? and who tho&s;e men</L>
<L>Flying tow'rds Heav'n, but falling downe agen? <NOTE PLACE="marg">12. Day, The Kings Victory at <HI>Brainford.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Who&s;e tho&s;e Blacke Corps ca&s;t on the Guilty Shore?</L>
<L>'Tis &s;in, that &s;wimmes to its owne Dore.</L>
<L>'Tis the Third &s;courge of Rebells, which allow'd</L>
<L>Our Army, like the Prophets Cloud</L>
<L>Did from an Handfull ri&s;e, U<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">till at la&s;t</L>
<L>Their Sky was by it Overca&s;t.</L>
<L>But (as Snakes Hi&s;&s;e after th' have lo&s;t their Sting)</L>
<L>The Traytor call'd This, Treachery in the King.</L>
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<L>Away, and view the Graces and the Houres <NOTE PLACE="marg">16. Day. The Birth of our gra|cious <HI>Q. MARY.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Hov'ring aloofe, and dropping mingled Flowres</L>
<L>Upon a Cradle, where an Infant lay</L>
<L>More Grace, more Good<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;e then were they;</L>
<L>Thrice did they de&s;tine Her to pa&s;&s;e the &s;eas</L>
<L>(Love made Her Thrice to pa&s;&s;e with ea&s;e)</L>
<L>To rai&s;e a &s;trength of Princes fir&s;t, and then</L>
<L>To rai&s;e Another &s;treng<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">h of Men.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t Fruitfull Queene! we boa&s;t Both Gif<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">s, And thus</L>
<L>The Day was meant to You, the Joy to Us.</L>
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<L>Next to this <HI>Mother</HI> &s;tands a <HI>Virgin Queene,</HI></L>
<L>Courting and Courted where&s;oever &s;een; <NOTE PLACE="marg">17. Day, The begin|ning of Q. <HI>Elizabeths</HI> Raigne.</NOTE></L>
<L>The Peoples Love fi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t from Her Troubles grew;</L>
<L>Her Raigne then made That Love her Due.</L>
<L>That Comely Order, which did then adorne</L>
<L>Bo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">h Fabricks, now by Facion's torne;</L>
<L>That <HI>Forme,</HI> by her allow'd, of <HI>Common Pray'r</HI></L>
<L>Is &s;tyl'd <HI>vaine Beating of the Ayre.</HI></L>
<L>How doe they H<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nour, how for&s;ake Her Crowne!</L>
<L>Her Times are &s;till Cry'd up, but Practis'd Downe.</L>
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<L>Reach la&s;t, the White&s;t Stone the World yet knew,</L>
<L>White as the &s;oule, to whom the Day is due. <NOTE PLACE="marg">19. Day, The Birth of our gra|cious King CHARLES.</NOTE></L>
<L>Sonne of the Peacefull <HI>Iames,</HI> how is he ble&s;t</L>
<L>With All His Ble&s;&s;ings, but His Re&s;t!</L>
<L>Though unde&s;erved Times call All His Pow'rs,</L>
<L>And Troubles &s;ea&s;on Other Hour's,</L>
<L>Let this Day flow to Him as void of Care,</L>
<L>As Fea&s;ts to Gods, and Poets are:</L>
<L>The Wi&s;h is Ju&s;t, O Heavens! As our &s;trife</L>
<L>Hath added to His <HI>Cares,</HI> adde Yee to His <HI>Life.</HI></L>
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<L>And now, &s;ince His Large Heart with Hers is met,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Day the &s;tarres on purpo&s;e neare His &s;et.</L>
<L>NOVEMBER &s;hall to me for ever &s;hine,</L>
<L>Red in its Inke, Redder in Wine.</L>
<L>And &s;ince the <HI>Third</HI> (which almo&s;t hath made &s;hift</L>
<L>T' Ab&s;olve the Trea&s;on of the <HI>Fift</HI>)</L>
<L>Cannot be well Remembred, or Forgot</L>
<L>By Loyall Hearts, as if 'twere not;</L>
<L>The <HI>La&s;t</HI> extreame, again&s;t the <HI>Fir&s;t</HI> wee'l bring:</L>
<L>That gave us <HI>Many Tyrants,</HI> This a <HI>KING.</HI></L>
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