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AILE Mighty Prince! whom Heaven has deig'nd To be the chief delight of human kind: So many Vertues croud your Breat that we Do alwaies quetion your Mortality: Sure all the Planets that o're Vertue raigns, Shed their bet Influence in your Royal Veins: You are the Glory of Monarchial Pow'rs, In Bounties free as are decending howrs; Fierce as a Tempet when ingag'd in VVar, In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are; In pitying Mercy, you not imitate The Heavenly Pow'rs, but rather emulate. None but your elf, your uffrings could have born With o much Greatnes, uch Heroick corn, When Hated Traytors do your Life purue, And all the World is fill'd with Cares for you; VVhen every Loyal Heart is unk with fear, Your elf alone cloth unconcern'd appear; Your Soul within, till keeps it's lawful tate, Contemns and dares the wort effects of Fate, As the bright Majety hot from your Eye, Aw'd your tame Fate, and rul'd your detiny. Though your Undaunted oul bare you thus high, Your ollid Judgement ees ther's danger nigh; Which with uch care and Prudence you prevent As if you fear'd not but t'would cros th'event. Your Care o nobly looks, it doth Appear Tis for your Subjects, not your Self you fear: Heaven! make this Princes Life your nearet care, That does o many of your Bet Vertues hare: If Monarchs in their Actions copy you, This is the nearet Piece you ever drew: Blat every hand that dares to be o bold, An Impious VVeapon 'gaint his Life to hold Burt every Heart that dares but Think him ill; Their Guilty ouls with o much Terrour fill, That of themelves they may their Plott unfold, And Live no longer then the Tale is told. Safe in your Care, all ele will needles prove Yet keep him afe to in his Subjects Love. Your Subjects View You with uch Loyal Eyes They know not how they may their Treaure prize: Were You defenceles, they would round you fall, And Pile their bodies to build up a wall. VVere you ditret, 'twould prove a gen'rous trife, VVho firt hould loe his Own, to ave Your Life, But ince kind Heaven thee Dangers doth remove, VVee'l find out other wayes t'expres our Love.
 * Wee'l force the Traytors all, their ouls reign,
 * To herd with him that taught them their deign.