Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/229

 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���91 ���How soon wou'd She Descend and be His Consort There Pleas' d better in that Fourth and last Remove Securely by thy unmolested side From Life itts self an Exile to abide Then in th' experienc'd former Three Which yett she well sustain'd Accompanied by Thee Strong are the Bands of Death, but stronger those of Love. �9 �Oh Brittan take this Wish before we cease �May Rightfull Kings procure Thee lasting Peace �And having Rul'd Thee to thy Own desire 160 �On thy Maternal Bosome late Expire �Clos'd in that Earth, where they had Reign'd before �Till States and Monarchies shall be no more �Since in the Day of unapealing Doom �Or King or Kingdom must Declare �What the sad Chance or weighty Causes were �That forc'd Them to Arise from out a Forrain Tomb. �Oh Brittan may Thy Days to come be fair �And All who shall intend thy Good �Be reverendly Heard and rightly Understood 170 �May no Intestine Broiles thy Entrailles Tare �No Fields in Thee be fought or Nam'd anew by Blood �May all who Shield Thee due Applauses have �Whilst for my self like solitary men �Devoted only to the Pen �I but a safe Retreat amidst Thee Crave �Below th' ambitious World and just above my Grave. �VERSES Written under the King of Sweden's Picture �Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring The fittest Posture for the Sivedish King; ��� �