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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN HEROICK POEM ON HER HIGHNESS THE LADY ANN'S <NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>Daughter to y^e Duke of York.</ADD></NOTE> Voyage into SCOTLAND: With a little Digre&s;&s;ion upon the Times.</HEAD>
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<L>INgrateful <HI>England,</HI> cur&s;t to that Degree,</L>
<L>Fam'd for Rebellion and Incon&s;tancy;</L>
<L>All thy Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions and Enjoyments &s;pring</L>
<L>From Monarch's Cares, yet thou'lt obey no King;</L>
<L>To who&s;e vain Humour Nothing is Delight,</L>
<L>Nor Rain nor Sun-&s;hine er'e can happen right;</L>
<L>Fal&s;e and unworthy to obtain alone</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Ble&s;&s;ing of the milde&s;t Throne;</L>
<L>Yet, being richer than I can expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Art ju&s;tly puni&s;ht with Unhappine&s;s;</L>
<L>What thou art envy'd for, and all adore,</L>
<L>Thou throw'&s;t away, and to thy &s;elf art poor,</L>
<L>And like the Mi&s;er that abounds in Bags,</L>
<L>Wallow'&s;t in Wealth, yet lov'&s;t to go in Rags.</L>
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The &s;tubborn Jews their Monarchs &s;till ador'd,</L>
<L>They begg'd a King, and then obey'd their Lord;</L>
<L>But &s;tiff-Neck'd <HI>England,</HI> ju&s;t from Slavery &s;av'd,</L>
<L>Forgets and longs again to be en&s;lav'd.</L>
<L>Can Rebels ever be with Scepters aw'd,</L>
<L>Rebels that once did Sacrifice their God.</L>
<L>True Heirs in Malice to the Fiends of Hell,</L>
<L>Which fir&s;t they practic'd when from Heav'n they fell,</L>
<L>And ever &s;ince taught Traytors to rebell.</L>
<L>And now le&s;t they &s;hould fail to reach him there,</L>
<L>They &s;tab him in his own Vice-Gerent here;</L>
<L>For tho' they do it through a Monarchs Name,</L>
<L>The Maje&s;ty of Heaven is &s;till their Aim,</L>
<L>Is it thy Nature or thy Planet's &s;pite,</L>
<L>Still to what's pre&s;ent to be oppo&s;ite?</L>
<LG>
<L>Wretched be then with vain Mi&s;tru&s;t and Fear,</L>
<L>Bani&s;ht the &s;ight of the mo&s;t Godlike Paire,</L>
<L>And the bright Daughter of his Highne&s;s here;</L>
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<L>The Winds and Seas will far more faithful be,</L>
<L>And Rocks and Quick-&s;ands teach Men Loyalty.</L>
<L>Old <HI>Albany</HI> they now alone &s;hall grace,</L>
<L><HI>Scotland,</HI> whence &s;prung th' Imperial <HI>Stewart's</HI> Race;</L>
<L><HI>Scotland</HI> that boa&s;ts a mighty Duke and Name</L>
<L>Further than <HI>Parthia</HI> great <HI>Ar&s;aces</HI> Fame.</L>
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<L>PRepare you Heavens, di&s;clo&s;e your brighte&s;t Ray,</L>
<L>All Day your Marble, Night your Milkie Way;</L>
<L><HI>Urania</HI> comes, the Gode&s;s of our I&s;le,</L>
<L><HI>Urania,</HI> that makes every Creature Smile;</L>
<L>All they were born for, and can wi&s;h for here,</L>
<L>Is but to ble&s;s her, and be ble&s;t by Her.</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and <HI>Cupids</HI> guard her as &s;he rides,</L>
<L>And of her golden Bark &s;urround the &s;ides;</L>
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Whil&s;t Others fly aloft with Songs, and &s;trow</L>
<L>Such Flow'rs as on the Beds of <HI>Eden</HI> grow;</L>
<L>For want of Winds, with Wings &s;upply &s;oft Gales,</L>
<L>And with gay Plumes deck all her Virgin Sails:</L>
<L>Ye frightful Storms retreat into your Cave,</L>
<L>Nor leave the Ocean wrinkl'd with a Wave;</L>
<L>There, whil&s;t &s;he Sails, intomb'd in hollow Earth,</L>
<L>Lie fetter'd clo&s;e, and groan for want of Birth;</L>
<L>And Heav'n and Seas &s;trive to be mo&s;t &s;erene,</L>
<L>The Azure Blew, with the &s;mooth gla&s;&s;y Green.</L>
<L>You Sea-Gods and you Nymphs prepare to try</L>
<L>Your skils, and with a Mask delight her Eye.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, let the Sun &s;end forth &s;uch kindly Heats,</L>
<L>As Winter's &s;hine, or Summer when it &s;ets;</L>
<L>No Icy, Cloudy, nor no &s;oultry Day,</L>
<L>But all like Morning, and tho&s;e Mornings <HI>May:</HI></L>
<L>Then gentle <HI>Zephyr</HI> unlock all thy &s;tore,</L>
<L>And &s;end &s;oft Breezes from the We&s;tern Shore;</L>
<L>Such as <HI>Arabia Foelix</HI> has refin'd</L>
<L>With Trees of Spice fanning the precious Wind;</L>
<L>But ju&s;t &s;o much as &s;he in State may glide;</L>
<L>And &s;afe in her <HI>Neptunian</HI> Chariot ride:</L>
<L>Then thou Green God &s;halt wait on her above,</L>
<L>As on <HI>Jove</HI>'s Daughter, and the Queen of Love.</L>
<L>Let thy &s;hrill Trumpeters, the <HI>Tritons,</HI> blow,</L>
<L>And &s;ummon all the Wat'ry Pow'rs below;</L>
<L>The <HI>Nayades,</HI> and <HI>Nereid</HI>'s to appear,</L>
<L>Let all the Subjects of the Flood draw near:</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Cytheraea</HI> and her Waiters Call,</L>
<L>And your Sea Nymphs, to deck this Ocean's Ball;</L>
<L>Then let the lovely Mermaids come in Place,</L>
<L>Each Mermaid that &s;o doats upon her Face;</L>
<L>Till they &s;hall &s;ee how far above their own</L>
<L><HI>Urania's</HI> is, and throw their Gla&s;&s;es down.</L>
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The le&s;&s;er Fry in Shoals before &s;hall run,</L>
<L>Like Clouds of In&s;ects gather'd by the Sun;</L>
<L>And nimble Dolphins wantonly &s;hall play,</L>
<L>And hunt the Plain, like Spanniels in her Way.</L>
<L>Next, let the great <HI>Leviathans</HI> re&s;ort,</L>
<L>And not forget to make the Prince&s;s Sport;</L>
<L>But at a harmle&s;s di&s;tance head the Train,</L>
<L>And from their mighty Engins &s;pout forth Rain.</L>
<LG>
<L>Thus in &s;uch awful Manner let it be,</L>
<L>That wond'ring Angels may look down to &s;ee,</L>
<L>And make the Show more full of Maje&s;ty.</L>
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<L>Thou <HI>Nereus,</HI> do this mighty Task with Care;</L>
<L>As much as was in <HI>Noah</HI>'s Ark, is here:</L>
<L>For &s;ince that Patriarch, when the World was drown'd,</L>
<L>The like was never in one Ve&s;&s;el found.</L>
<L>Her little Yatch and Squadron, as they ride,</L>
<L>Swell to a Fleet and Admiral, with Pride,</L>
<L>Lift up their Flags, like Piramids, on high,</L>
<L>And with their Rain-bow Colours brave the Sky:</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Aegyptian</HI> Gallies were not half &s;o proud,</L>
<L>When <HI>Cleopatra</HI> was o're <HI>Nilus</HI> row'd.</L>
<L>Thus gentle <HI>Neptune</HI> guard her o're your Sea,</L>
<L>From faithle&s;s <HI>Albion</HI> to glad <HI>Albany;</HI></L>
<L>Commit her &s;afely to the longing Shore,</L>
<L>To her fir&s;t Father's, ancient <HI>Fergu's</HI> Tower,</L>
<L>There, as in Heav'n, her Wi&s;hes to obtain,</L>
<L>Till &s;he return, and thou art ble&s;t again.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>R. Bently,</HI> 1681.</P>
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