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 //; Honour of ^ueen Elizabeth. 361

Of her what worth in Storyes to be feen,

But that fhe was a rich Egyptian Qiieen.

Zenobya potent ^mprefs of the Eaft,

And of all thefe, without compare the beft,

Whom none but great Aureliiis could quel;

Yet for our Qiieen is no fit Parallel.

She was a Phoenix Queen, fo fhall flie be,

Her afhes not reviv'd, more Phcenix Ihe.

Her perfonal perfe6fions, \yho would tell,

Muft dip his pen in th' Heleconian Well,

Which I may not, my pride doth but afpire

To read what others write, and fo ^ admire.

Now fay, have women worth ? or have they none?

Or had they fome, but with our Queen is't gone?

Nay Mafculines, you have thus taxt us long.

But fhe, though dead, will vindicate our wrong.

Let fuch as fay our Sex is void of Reafon,

Know tis a Slander now, but once was Treafon.

But happy England which had fuch a Qiieen;

Yea'" happy, happy, had thofe dayes ftill been:

But happinefs lyes in a higher fphere,

Then wonder not Eliza moves not here.

Full fraught with honour, riches and with dayes

She fet, fhe fet, like Titan in his rayes.

No more fhall rife or fet fo " glorious fun [214]

Untill the heavens great revolution.

If then new things their old forms fhall" retain,

Eliza fhall rule Albion once again.

/ then. '« O. « fuch. " muft.

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