Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/227

 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���89 ���Oh You who in His frequent Dangers stood And sought to fence them at th' expence of Blood Now lett your Teares a heavyer Tribute pay, Give the becoming Sorrow way Nor bring bad Paralells upon the Times By seeking through mistaken Feares To curb your Sighs or to conceal your Teares. 100 �Twas but in Nero's dayes that Sighs and Teares were crimes. �6 �(As all must do) at Death's cold feet the Crown Him had you sure Enroll'd and justly with the Best Then Alfred's Piety had form'd his Praise His thoughtfull Nights compar'd and His assiduous �Dayes. �Then had that Providential care Which kept the Treasury full yett not the subject �bare �Unto our frugal Henry's been preferr'd Applauses of that Temp'rance had we heard By whose Example had excluded been 110 �What even Eliza's dayes brought in The wasting foul Excesse miscall' d Good-natured Sin. ���Weep ye Attendants who compos 'd his Traine And no Observance spent in vain Nor ever with uneasy Feares �Contracted needful Debts and doubted your Arrears All whom His Justice or his Bounty fed Now gratefull weep and mix the silent Dew (Which none will e're suspect untrue) ��� �