To Her Highness, the Princess Sophia, Duchess of Brunswick and Lunenburgh
As when the Heaven gilded first, the Sun
Darts Beams successively , and one by one ;
His pointed Glories spread so close, between
Their shining Trains , no naked Sky is seen.
While each strikes not the Eye apart, they seem
But one unbroken, and continu'd Beam:
Your Highness thus, when dazled Eyes survey,
Each Grace distinguish not, nor mark each Ray ,
No more than in the Sun each bright Drop see,
Or ev'ry Star within the Galaxie .
One great collective Globe of Light we view,
All of one piece , and yet each Glory new.
Beauteous all without, all within Divine ,
First, in your self, next, you to others shine.
So Heav'n , which fairest of it self does show,
Contributes too, to all things fair below.
Rich , in those Jewels which your Sex adorn,
More than in those , which in your Crown are worn.
Ensigns of Majesty , and Robes of State ,
Are by your Pers'nal Ornaments made great:
Your Mind resplendent to the like excess
In Royal Ermins , or its private Dress .
The greatest Queen , that ever climb'd a Throne,
And greatest of your Sex , without a Crown.
Did Plato live, his Wish he might enjoy,
And see what he thought, like fair Spirits coy.
His Virtue now has Shape and Colours took,
Such Features wish't he for, and such a Look :
A Brow , so undisturb'd and so serene;
The moving Thoughts are all in Prospect seen.
A Heart , with tame and gentle Passions blest,
And quiet , as the brooding Halcyon 's Nest.
All black and troubled Thoughts far thence remove,
And all is white , as gall-less Breast of Dove .
Love , does its airy Transports there employ,
Without such Tumults , as calm Peace destroy.
Joy there from all harsh Notes of Sorrow free,
With Musick keeps its lasting Jubilee .
And that Delight , which does good Acts attend,
Commences Revels , which shall never end.
What wide Extremes are Neighbours in your Mind ?
Prince-like August , and yet like Woman kind !
Your Majesty with your soft Sex complies,
And with a double Beam shot from your Eyes ;
Lofty at once, and gentle does appear,
Nor yet too tender seems, nor too severe .
Such gay Innocence from your Aspect springs,
As smiling Angels shew, or Infant Kings .
This Affabil'ty which with State does meet,
Makes Empire great, and Conversation sweet.
Pleasant , as Birds that all their life-time sing,
And chearful , as the Morning-Light , or Spring .
Though these coincident we rarely find,
An awful State with charming Sweetness joyn'd.
Yet while you reconcile a different Height ,
And move at once our Wonder and Delight .
You all our fixed Eyes with change relieve,
And to the Prospect 's Bounty largely give.
Greatness familiar made, seems to invite
The weakest Eye to fix on easie Height .
Ascent it is, but not in steepness high,
Nor inaccessible to Feet , or Eye .
But such whose top Sight travels up with ease,
Led up and down by Steps , and just Degrees .
As in free Prospect , where our Eyes pursue
Objects soon changing , and each object new ;
This rising Hill the Sight first climbs , and then,
Comes gently down to that descending Plain .
Though Power owns no Peer , you oft descend
To be an Equal , and in that a Friend .
Your Throne this humble State has higher shown,
Making each Step below, an under-Throne .
Your smaller Royalties to Crowns pretend,
Best private Lady, Mother, Wife and Friend .
In lesser Shapes , and low Relations seen
A petty Sovereign , and a little Queen .
Not like Heav'n only, you descend to bless
Your lower World , with scatt'ring Influences .
But as in Visions most exalted Show ,
The lofty Heavens humbly seem to bow .
While Earth and distant Clouds , like Neighbours bound,
And falling Skies afar off kiss the Ground :
So, when Humility your Height does hide
( Humility , the noblest Prospect's Pride .)
Like Heav'n , you seem let down to our weak Sight,
Yet then like Heav'n , you keep your shining Height .
But your large Heart beyond your Rule extends,
So vastly good, it knows no Shore , nor Ends .
So wide extended , and so full a Breast ,
The World less babitable is at best.
Those little Spots which in the Globe we view,
Stand thicker there, and their dimensions true .
So many Kingdoms though your Thoughts embrace,
Great Britain holds the first and chiefest Place .
If that does situate farther off appear,
Your kindness to Great C HARLES beholds it near .
Your Bosom gently layes up his Affairs .
And half the precious Treasure with him shares.
As your Alliance a new Kindred were,
Cousens as in Love , so in Thought and Care .
Your own you govern with a Mother's hand,
And Strangers like Domestiques too command.
Both subject to as mild Ascepter 's sway,
As what your Passions , and your Thoughts obey.
With softness you prevail, and gentle Charms ,
More than ruder Conqu'rors , by force of Arms .
Your Scepter all subdues, or brighter Eyes ,
All Subjects makes, or makes all your Allies .
Darts Beams successively , and one by one ;
His pointed Glories spread so close, between
Their shining Trains , no naked Sky is seen.
While each strikes not the Eye apart, they seem
But one unbroken, and continu'd Beam:
Your Highness thus, when dazled Eyes survey,
Each Grace distinguish not, nor mark each Ray ,
No more than in the Sun each bright Drop see,
Or ev'ry Star within the Galaxie .
One great collective Globe of Light we view,
All of one piece , and yet each Glory new.
Beauteous all without, all within Divine ,
First, in your self, next, you to others shine.
So Heav'n , which fairest of it self does show,
Contributes too, to all things fair below.
Rich , in those Jewels which your Sex adorn,
More than in those , which in your Crown are worn.
Ensigns of Majesty , and Robes of State ,
Are by your Pers'nal Ornaments made great:
Your Mind resplendent to the like excess
In Royal Ermins , or its private Dress .
The greatest Queen , that ever climb'd a Throne,
And greatest of your Sex , without a Crown.
Did Plato live, his Wish he might enjoy,
And see what he thought, like fair Spirits coy.
His Virtue now has Shape and Colours took,
Such Features wish't he for, and such a Look :
A Brow , so undisturb'd and so serene;
The moving Thoughts are all in Prospect seen.
A Heart , with tame and gentle Passions blest,
And quiet , as the brooding Halcyon 's Nest.
All black and troubled Thoughts far thence remove,
And all is white , as gall-less Breast of Dove .
Love , does its airy Transports there employ,
Without such Tumults , as calm Peace destroy.
Joy there from all harsh Notes of Sorrow free,
With Musick keeps its lasting Jubilee .
And that Delight , which does good Acts attend,
Commences Revels , which shall never end.
What wide Extremes are Neighbours in your Mind ?
Prince-like August , and yet like Woman kind !
Your Majesty with your soft Sex complies,
And with a double Beam shot from your Eyes ;
Lofty at once, and gentle does appear,
Nor yet too tender seems, nor too severe .
Such gay Innocence from your Aspect springs,
As smiling Angels shew, or Infant Kings .
This Affabil'ty which with State does meet,
Makes Empire great, and Conversation sweet.
Pleasant , as Birds that all their life-time sing,
And chearful , as the Morning-Light , or Spring .
Though these coincident we rarely find,
An awful State with charming Sweetness joyn'd.
Yet while you reconcile a different Height ,
And move at once our Wonder and Delight .
You all our fixed Eyes with change relieve,
And to the Prospect 's Bounty largely give.
Greatness familiar made, seems to invite
The weakest Eye to fix on easie Height .
Ascent it is, but not in steepness high,
Nor inaccessible to Feet , or Eye .
But such whose top Sight travels up with ease,
Led up and down by Steps , and just Degrees .
As in free Prospect , where our Eyes pursue
Objects soon changing , and each object new ;
This rising Hill the Sight first climbs , and then,
Comes gently down to that descending Plain .
Though Power owns no Peer , you oft descend
To be an Equal , and in that a Friend .
Your Throne this humble State has higher shown,
Making each Step below, an under-Throne .
Your smaller Royalties to Crowns pretend,
Best private Lady, Mother, Wife and Friend .
In lesser Shapes , and low Relations seen
A petty Sovereign , and a little Queen .
Not like Heav'n only, you descend to bless
Your lower World , with scatt'ring Influences .
But as in Visions most exalted Show ,
The lofty Heavens humbly seem to bow .
While Earth and distant Clouds , like Neighbours bound,
And falling Skies afar off kiss the Ground :
So, when Humility your Height does hide
( Humility , the noblest Prospect's Pride .)
Like Heav'n , you seem let down to our weak Sight,
Yet then like Heav'n , you keep your shining Height .
But your large Heart beyond your Rule extends,
So vastly good, it knows no Shore , nor Ends .
So wide extended , and so full a Breast ,
The World less babitable is at best.
Those little Spots which in the Globe we view,
Stand thicker there, and their dimensions true .
So many Kingdoms though your Thoughts embrace,
Great Britain holds the first and chiefest Place .
If that does situate farther off appear,
Your kindness to Great C HARLES beholds it near .
Your Bosom gently layes up his Affairs .
And half the precious Treasure with him shares.
As your Alliance a new Kindred were,
Cousens as in Love , so in Thought and Care .
Your own you govern with a Mother's hand,
And Strangers like Domestiques too command.
Both subject to as mild Ascepter 's sway,
As what your Passions , and your Thoughts obey.
With softness you prevail, and gentle Charms ,
More than ruder Conqu'rors , by force of Arms .
Your Scepter all subdues, or brighter Eyes ,
All Subjects makes, or makes all your Allies .
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