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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
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<HEAD>A Congratulatory Encomium <HI>Upon the happy conjunction of the high de&s;erts of</HI> M^R. ROBERT BUCKLE, <HI>With the Unparallell'd Vertues of</HI> M^R^S. DEBORAH PRINCE.</HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><HI>The 26^t^h. day of May.</HI> 1671.</DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>_ENter not here vain thoughts or eyes, or hands;</L>
<L>Vertues &amp; high-born Graces give commands</L>
<L>To &s;ilence all that rude &amp; lawle&s;s noi&s;e,</L>
<L>Which purer mirth &amp; cha&s;ter minds annoys.</L>
<L>The &s;plendor of this day admits not here</L>
<L>The lea&s;t offence: Be gon &amp; di&s;appear</L>
<L>Ye cloudy thoughts that fill the lower &s;phaer:</L>
<L>Sublimed minds &amp; innocence mo&s;t clear</L>
<L>With heav'nly grace are here advanc'd on high:</L>
<L>Pure vertue with a PRINCELY Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Holds forth the &s;cepter to each noble &s;oul</L>
<L>That BUCKLE can, comply, &amp; &s;o controll</L>
<L>Their fooli&s;h pa&s;&s;ions: So the&s;e <HI>Nuptialls</HI> &s;hall</L>
<L>Exceed all others: and to ages all</L>
<L>A &s;tanding pattern be of Prudence, and</L>
<L>Of rare deportment in Batavian land.</L>
<L>Yet, Reader, dream not of a Stoicks fea&s;t;</L>
<L>Nor a Saturnin A&s;pect in the lea&s;t.</L>
<L>There is a noble thing raigns here call'd <HI>Love,</HI></L>
<L>Of pure&s;t extract darting from above:</L>
<L>Ba&s;tard is all Religion, &amp; wry-fac'd</L>
<L>Are vertues, if not with its beauty grac'd.</L>
<L><HI>Love</HI> that <HI>Prometheus</HI>-like the &s;oul in&s;pires;</L>
<L>And fils the lower region with it's fires:</L>
<L><HI>Love</HI> that makes dull &amp; breathle&s;s &s;ouls revive,</L>
<L>And 'bove the lower race of mortalls live:</L>
<L><HI>Love</HI> that cures horrid evills, dreadfull jarrs,</L>
<L>O'recom's &amp; &s;weetens all perplexing cares.</L>
<L><HI>Love</HI> that's the Quinte&s;&s;ence of this days glory:</L>
<L>Of which be plea&s;d to take this plea&s;ing &s;tory;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>De&s;cended from fair Albions &s;tock and race</L>
<L>The matchle&s;s DEBORAH with PRINCELY grace</L>
<L>Re&s;embling much her name and worthy Sire</L>
<L>Is now become the object of de&s;ire</L>
<L>To every Son of art who&s;e &s;kill can find</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A hidden trea&s;ure in a &s;acred mind.</L>
<L>But &s;he who&s;e judgement farr exceeds her years</L>
<L>To vainer youths enticements &s;tops her ears:</L>
<L>She &s;e'es through foggy mi&s;ts of watry lands,</L>
<L>And vouch&s;afes not to yield her conquer'd hands</L>
<L>To any, till there comes from Engli&s;h &s;oyl</L>
<L>A &s;oul Heroick who will take no foil:</L>
<L>'Tis Mr. BUCKLE who her heart hath won,</L>
<L>And gott the Rhetorick to make two one</L>
<L>Her rare endowments, her compo&s;ure &s;weet,</L>
<L>Her humble Lamb-like frame, behaviour meet,</L>
<L>Her winning carriage that would melt a &s;tone,</L>
<L>Tran&s;porting and enamouring ev'ry one,</L>
<L>Prevail with his di&s;creete&s;t thoughts, that he</L>
<L>Engaged is both night and day to be</L>
<L>An earne&s;t Suppliant; till at length She</L>
<L>Spies &s;o much goodne&s;s, meekne&s;s, mode&s;ty,</L>
<L>Such Prudence, &s;uch Religious Sympathy,</L>
<L>Firm faith, true love, and reall con&s;tancy</L>
<L>Within his faithfull brea&s;t, as there re&s;ts now</L>
<L>Nought but a &s;trife each other to outdo</L>
<L>In &s;trains of <HI>Love:</HI> come you my PRINCE bear &s;way,</L>
<L>Bear &s;way, quoth he, my deare&s;t DEBORAH,</L>
<L>My heart yields up to you it's &s;tronge&s;t forts:</L>
<L>Command, my hearts Commandre&s;s, thus he courts:</L>
<L><HI>Well-&s;poken</HI> DEBORAH eft&s;oon retorts,</L>
<L>With <HI>Eloquence,</HI> (for &s;o her name imports)</L>
<L>My ROBERT who&s;e grave Name is thus expre&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Famous for coun&s;el &amp; advice to re&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>My highe&s;t &s;train of Wi&s;dom's to obey</L>
<L>The dictates of your coun&s;ells ev'ry day:</L>
<L>My BUCKLE bind me but with your commands:</L>
<L>My greate&s;t freedom lyes within tho&s;e bands.</L>
<L>Thus names con&s;pire in this &s;weet &s;ympathy,</L>
<L>Yea ev'ry letter in this harmony:</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L><LABEL>R</LABEL><HI>ude though I be, yet have I got the art</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>O</LABEL><HI>f &s;uch a Rhet'rick as can pierce the heart,</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>B</LABEL><HI>reak through &amp; ope that cabinet where lyes</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>E</LABEL><HI>dens fair fruit, the earthly Paradi&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>R</LABEL><HI>e&s;t can I now in her embraces &s;weet</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>T</LABEL><HI>hat is become for me a help &s;o meet.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><LABEL>B</LABEL><HI>orn in an happy hour pre&s;erved &s;ound</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>U</LABEL><HI>nto this day wherein my joys abound;</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>C</LABEL><HI>rown'd with enjoyment of a Bride, in whom</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>K</LABEL><HI>indne&s;s &amp; goodne&s;s rule &amp; overcome,</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>L</LABEL><HI>odg'd in that purer mind &amp; body, which</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>E</LABEL><HI>ver e&s;teemed are a prize mo&s;t rich.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><LABEL>D</LABEL><HI>o not, my dear, do not once doubt to find</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>E</LABEL><HI>ndeavours of a full complying mind:</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>B</LABEL><HI>ent to your love, I ventur'd, to plea&s;e you,</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>O</LABEL><HI>ut of that Virgin-&s;tate, where I till now</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>R</LABEL><HI>efre&s;hed was with my retired &s;tate,</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>A</LABEL><HI>nd there in &s;ilence deep did contemplate:</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>H</LABEL><HI>oping to find without di&s;traction</HI></L>
<L><HI>In you more &s;atisfaction.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><LABEL>P</LABEL><HI>ierc'd is my heart, but you do make it whole,</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>R</LABEL><HI>e&s;tore what comforts I have lo&s;t, my &s;oul</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>I</LABEL><HI>s quieted in you; for there is none</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>N</LABEL><HI>one whom I fancy could but you alone:</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>C</LABEL><HI>ho&s;en I have, &amp; am contented well;</HI></L>
<L><LABEL>E</LABEL><HI>ndle&s;s contentments in our hearts shall dwell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Beyond what any tongue can tell.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>And now you lovely pair, no longer &s;mother</L>
<L>Your faithfull loves: Be happy in each other.</L>
<L>And may all joys continually betide</L>
<L>The mode&s;t Bridegroom &amp; the lovely Bride.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 TYPE="apology">
<HEAD>The Authors Apology.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The Proverb now is true as heretofore,</L>
<L>I find it &s;o, <HI>The Po&euml;t's always poor:</HI></L>
<L>Poor is my ver&s;e, &s;o is my Genius low;</L>
<L>Yet great's my love, Affections overflow.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>At AMSTERDAM, Printed by STEVEN SWART, Book&s;eller. 1671.</P>
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