But books, and wife discourse, gardens and fields, Free, but not favage or ungracious mirth, Such, dearest friend fuch, without doubt, fhould be M ARGARITA firft poffeft, If I remember well, my break,, But when awhile the wanton maid Martha foon did it refign To the beauteous Catharine, Beauteous Beauteous Catharine gave place (Though loth and angry the to part With the poffeffion of my heart) To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had he not evil counfels ta'en. And ftill new favourites fhe chose, Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ; And fometimes Mary was the fair, Another Mary then aròfe, And did rigorous laws impofe; Long, alas! fhould I have been Had not Rebecca fet me free. When fair Rebecca fet me free, 'Twas then a golden time with me: For the gracious princess dy'd, And Judith-reigned in her ftead. *One One month, three days, and half an hour, 'Judith held the fovereign power: Wondrous beautiful her face! But fo weak and fmall her wit, And fo Sufanna took her place. But when Ifabella came, Arm'd with a refiftless flame, Whilft fhe proudly march'd about, She beat out Sufan by the bye. But in her place I then obey'd Black-ey'd Befs, her viceroy-maid: Thousand worse paffions then poffeft Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then, And a third Mary, next began ; And then a pretty Thomafine, And then another Katharine, And then a long et cætera. But should I now to you relate, The strength and riches of their state; The ribbons, jewels, and the rings, The The lace, the paint, and warlike things, If I fhould tell the politic, arts To take and keep men's hearts; The letters, embaffies, and spies, The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries (Numberlefs, nameless, myfteries!) And all the little lime-twigs laid, By Machiavel the waiting-maid (Chiefly if I like them fhould tell ༤་ ་་ But I will briefer with them be Since few of them were long with me. My prefent Emperefs does claim, Heleonora, firft o' th' name; Whom God grant long to reign то TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT, Upon his two firft Books of GONDIBERT Finished before his Voyage to America. METHINKS heroic poefy till now, Like fome fantastic fairy-land did fhow; And from the grave thou mak'st this empire rife, VOL. I. K Rais'd |