Classic Poem

Great Madam,
Though we could wish Your Issue so throng'd stood,
That all the Court were but one Royall Blood;
Though Your Young Iewels be of so much Cost,
That Your Least Spark of Light must not be lost:
Yet when t'Your Burthens Heaven not permits
Quiets, as husht, as when the Halcyon sits;
And that Y'are thought so stor'd, that You may spare
Some Glories, and allow Blest Saints a share;
Contentedly we suffer such a Crosse,
T'endeare the Tablet by a Copies losse;
And (as in urgent Tempests 'tis a Taught
Thrift, to redeeme the Vessell with the Fraught)
Wo doe halfe-willing with th' Elixir part
To keep th' Alembeck safe for future Art:
Our Treasure thus is shared by the Birth,
Halfe unto Heaven, Halfe unto the Earth.
Come Your Escape as Issue then, whiles we
Receive Your Safety as New Progeny:
Be You from henceforth to us a New Vow,
By Vertues Deare Before, by Danger Now.
Twice giv'n, and yet no narrownesse of Thrift;
What ere is Great, may be a Second Guift:
Thus when the Best Act's done, there doth remaine
This only, to performe that Act againe.
See how Your Great Just Consort bears the Crosse!
Your Safeties Gaine makes him oresee the Losse:
So that, although this Cloud stand at the Doore,
His Great Designes goe on still as before.
Thus stout Horatius being ready now
To Dedicate a Temple, and by Vow
Settle Religion to his God, although
'Twas told his Child was dead, would not let goe
The Post o'th' Temple, but unmov'd Alone
Bid them take care o'th' funerall, and went on.