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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>An Elegy Upon the Death of the Mo&s;t Illu&s;trious Prince&s;s HENERETTA. Dutche&s;s of ORLEANCE, Maddam of FRANCE, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OUR day's o'reca&s;t <HI>Melpomine</HI> come on</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t my Fancy, now I am alone,</L>
<L>Di&s;turbed Spirits come my Soul affright,</L>
<L>Your doleful pre&s;ence fits my Fancy right,</L>
<L>T' Expre&s;s this Tragedy then let me choo&s;e</L>
<L>The &s;adde&s;t of the Nine to be my Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>So &s;hall my Ver&s;e with &s;ighs and growns be full,</L>
<L>Fitting th' occa&s;ion though my Fancy's dull.</L>
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<L>I be who t'other day rejoyc'd to hear,</L>
<L>Our Royal Prince&s;s came to <HI>Dover</HI> Peer,</L>
<L>Where Roaring Guns their Martial tune did &s;ound,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Neptunes</HI> &s;ubjects danced all a round,</L>
<L>And Barges keeping time (&s;carce known before</L>
<L>Danc'd a <HI>Curranto</HI> with her to the &s;hore.</L>
<L>Where &s;he her welcome by that hollow &s;ound</L>
<L>That chears the <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> but the <HI>French</HI> doth &s;tound,</L>
<L>Each Man more breath there from the Air did borrow</L>
<L>T' Expre&s;s their Joy but &s;oon 'twas turn'd to &s;orrow.</L>
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<L>Then come &s;ad Mu&s;e and briney tears di&s;till</L>
<L>In&s;tead of <HI>Hellicon</HI> into my Quill,</L>
<L>Our &s;udden Joy, &s;oon into grief was hurl'd</L>
<L><HI>Heneretta</HI> leaving <HI>England,</HI> left the World,</L>
<L>Yet ne're 'twas known before the Britti&s;h Main,</L>
<L>Was the ble&s;t Currant to the <HI>Eliazin,</HI></L>
<L>Such Happine&s;s &s;he injoy'd in <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> ground,</L>
<L>As in the <HI>Gallick</HI> Court could not be found,</L>
<L>She &s;ought but found nothing there worth her &s;tay</L>
<L>She therefore broke her Fa&s;t, and fled away</L>
<L>Unto tho&s;e ble&s;&s;ed man&s;ions, where all cares</L>
<L>Are ta'ne away, ther's no &s;uch thing as tears,</L>
<L>She bears a part with Saints in Heavens ble&s;t Quire</L>
<L>Where we by her example may a&s;pire.</L>
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<L>We live to dye &s;trange Paradox yet true</L>
<L>Since we're but &s;trangers we mu&s;t bid adieu,</L>
<L>Yet Heavens we mu&s;t complain that you'r unkind</L>
<L>Thus to &s;urprize us, and ne'r put's in mind</L>
<L>By Comets, Meteors that do new appear,</L>
<L>But to give warning Princes deaths are near,</L>
<L>Death we have fear'd you &s;ir, &s;ince you began</L>
<L>We think that nothing &s;atisfie you can,</L>
<L>But Princes Corps, you'l brook no common Food,</L>
<L>Since you the &s;weetne&s;s know of Royal Blood,</L>
<L>In Ten Years &s;pace from <HI>Brittains</HI> Royal Tree,</L>
<L>Four mighty Arms are broken off by thee.</L>
<L><HI>Heneretta</HI> dead this melts us all to tears.</L>
<L>And every one a Niobe appears,</L>
<L>Each Lady drowns with tears her &s;parkling eyes,</L>
<L>Becoming Martyrs to griefs cruelties.</L>
<L>'Tis true, &s;he left us for a better &s;tate,</L>
<L>To us unhappy, to her a happy Fate,</L>
<L>Deatl was her Friend, though we of him complain,</L>
<L>That called her from the&s;e Earthly cares and pain,</L>
<L>Yet an't we bear it, thus to loo&s;e a Friend,</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> needs mu&s;t hate what to our Love puts end.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But heark me think I do already hear,</L>
<L>The Heavens them&s;elves with mo&s;t meliodious cheat</L>
<L>Chant &s;acred Anthems, heark &s;weet mellody</L>
<L>Princes &s;ouls compo&s;e this Harmony,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Mortalls here below do weeping cry</L>
<L>Our Joy is fled unto Eternity.</L>
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<HEAD>An Epitaph.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">tay Traveller and thou &s;halt &s;ee,</L>
<L>Mortal yet a Diety,</L>
<L>Princes are Gods, his word doth cry</L>
<L>Yet tells them they like men mu&s;t dye,</L>
<L>Beauties Ma&s;ter piece here doth lay,</L>
<L>What &s;ilks and eloath, nows clad in clay,</L>
<L>The Sun of beauties now is made</L>
<L>Dark, by Deaths interpo&s;ed &s;hade,</L>
<L>Maje&s;ty's here laid in du&s;t,</L>
<L>This tells you Fates decrees are ju&s;t,</L>
<L>All mu&s;t obey their ju&s;t command</L>
<L>Death's Summons no man dare with&s;tand,</L>
<L>Though many from him fain would keep,</L>
<L>Whilst Captives to him truly creep,</L>
<L>Behold a Prince&s;s here doth lye</L>
<L>Soon &s;natch'd from Earths Felicity,</L>
<L>She came to &s;ee her Native Land,</L>
<L>Where Plea&s;ures was on eve<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">y hand,</L>
<L>But &s;uch trifles wan't her Aim,</L>
<L>She came, and &s;aw, and overcame,</L>
<L>She &s;aw Earth's joy was vanity,</L>
<L>So took her leave, and went to dye.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. Philopolymathes</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>John Clark</HI> at the <HI>Harp and Bible</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mith-field.</HI></P>
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