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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,<br>Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky<br>Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime,<br>And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time.<br>So great's thy glory, and thine excellence,<br>The sound thereof raps every human sense<br>That men account it no impiety<br>To say thou wert a fleshly Deity.<br>Thousands bring off'rings (though out of date)<br>Thy world of honours to accumulate.<br>'Mongst hundred Hecatombs of roaring Verse,<br>'Mine bleating stands before thy royal Hearse.<br>Thou never didst, nor canst thou now disdain,<br>T' accept the tribute of a loyal Brain.<br>Thy clemency did yerst esteem as much<br>The acclamations of the poor, as rich,<br>Which makes me deem, my rudeness is no wrong,<br>Though I resound thy greatness 'mongst the throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Poem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Phoenix Pen, nor Spenser's Poetry,<br>No Speed's, nor Camden's learned History;<br>Eliza's works, wars, praise, can e're compact,<br>The World's the Theater where she did act.<br>No memories, nor volumes can contain,<br>The nine Olymp'ades of her happy reign,<br>Who was so good, so just, so learn'd, so wise,<br>From all the Kings on earth she won the prize.<br>Nor say I more than truly is her due.<br>Millions will testify that this is true.<br>She hath wip'd off th' aspersion of her Sex,<br>That women wisdom lack to play the Rex.<br>Spain's Monarch sa's not so, not yet his Host:<br>She taught them better manners to their cost.<br>The Salic Law had not in force now been,<br>If France had ever hop'd for such a Queen.<br>But can you Doctors now this point dispute,<br>She's argument enough to make you mute,<br>Since first the Sun did run, his ne'er runn'd race,<br>And earth had twice a year, a new old face;<br>Since time was time, and man unmanly man,<br>Come shew me such a Ph{oe}nix if you can.<br>Was ever people better rul'd than hers?<br>Was ever Land more happy, freed from stirs?<br>Did ever wealth in England so abound?<br>Her Victories in foreign Coasts resound?<br>Ships more invincible than Spain's, her foe<br>She rack't, she sack'd, she sunk his Armadoe.<br>Her stately Troops advanc'd to Lisbon's wall,<br>Don Anthony in's right for to install.<br>She frankly help'd Franks' (brave) distressed King,<br>The States united now her fame do sing.<br>She their Protectrix was, they well do know,<br>Unto our dread Virago, what they owe.<br>Her Nobles sacrific'd their noble blood,<br>Nor men, nor coin she shap'd, to do them good.<br>The rude untamed Irish she did quell,<br>And Tiron bound, before her picture fell.<br>Had ever Prince such Counsellors as she?<br>Her self Minerva caus'd them so to be.<br>Such Soldiers, and such Captains never seen,<br>As were the subjects of our (Pallas) Queen:<br>Her Sea-men through all straits the world did round,<br>Terra incognitæ might know her sound.<br>Her Drake came laded home with Spanish gold,<br>Her Essex took Cadiz, their Herculean hold.<br>But time would fail me, so my wit would too,<br>To tell of half she did, or she could do.<br>Semiramis to her is but obscure;<br>More infamy than fame she did procure.<br>She plac'd her glory but on Babel's walls,<br>World's wonder for a time, but yet it falls.<br>Fierce Tomris (Cirus' Heads-man, Sythians' Queen)<br>Had put her Harness off, had she but seen<br>Our Amazon i' th' Camp at Tilbury,<br>(Judging all valour, and all Majesty)<br>Within that Princess to have residence,<br>And prostrate yielded to her Excellence.<br>Dido first Foundress of proud Carthage walls<br>(Who living consummates her Funerals),<br>A great Eliza, but compar'd with ours,<br>How vanisheth her glory, wealth, and powers.<br>Proud profuse Cleopatra, whose wrong name,<br>Instead of glory, prov'd her Country's shame:<br>Of her what worth in Story's to be seen,<br>But that she was a rich Ægyptian Queen.<br>Zenobia, potent Empress of the East,<br>And of all these without compare the best<br>(Whom none but great Aurelius could quell)<br>Yet for our Queen is no fit parallel:<br>She was a Ph{oe}nix Queen, so shall she be,<br>Her ashes not reviv'd more Ph{oe}nix she.<br>Her personal perfections, who would tell,<br>Must dip his Pen i' th' Heliconian Well,<br>Which I may not, my pride doth but aspire<br>To read what others write and then admire.<br>Now say, have women worth, or have they none?<br>Or had they some, but with our Queen is't gone?<br>Nay Masculines, you have thus tax'd us long,<br>But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong.<br>Let such as say our sex is void of reason<br>Know 'tis a slander now, but once was treason.<br>But happy England, which had such a Queen,<br>O happy, happy, had those days still been,<br>But happiness lies in a higher sphere.<br>Then wonder not, Eliza moves not here.<br>Full fraught with honour, riches, and with days,<br>She set, she set, like Titan in his rays.<br>No more shall rise or set such glorious Sun,<br>Until the heaven's great revolution:<br>If then new things, their old form must retain,<br>Eliza shall rule Albian once again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Epitaph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here sleeps T H E Queen, this is the royal bed<br>O' th' Damask Rose, sprung from the white and red,<br>Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,<br>This Rose is withered, once so lovely fair:<br>On neither tree did grow such Rose before,<br>The greater was our gain, our loss the more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lies the pride of Queens, pattern of Kings:<br>So blaze it fame, here's feathers for thy wings.<br>Here lies the envy'd, yet unparallel'd Prince,<br>Whose living virtues speak (though dead long since).<br>If many worlds, as that fantastic framed,<br>In every one, be her great glory famed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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