An injured prince vindicated, or, A scurrilous and detracting pamphlet answer'd by Mrs. E.J. in Hartfordshire. James, Elinor. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A46614 of text R37029 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing J417A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A46614 Wing J417A ESTC R37029 16187222 ocm 16187222 105021 2248517705

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A46614) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 105021) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1595:104) An injured prince vindicated, or, A scurrilous and detracting pamphlet answer'd by Mrs. E.J. in Hartfordshire. James, Elinor. 1 broadside. s.n., [London? : 1688] In verse. Imprint suggested by Wing and NUC pre-1956 imprints. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng James -- II, -- King of England, 1633-1701 -- Poetry. Great Britain -- History -- Revolution of 1688 -- Poetry. eebo An injured prince vindicated, or, A scurrilous and detracting pamphlet answer'd by Mrs. E.J. in Hartfordshire. James, Elinor 1688 1 454 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Injur'd Prince Vindicated , OR , A Scurrilous and Detracting Pamphlet answer'd . By Mrs. E. J. in Hartfordshire WHat none , that dare in hand to take a Pen ; And vindicate the most abus'd of Men ! My once Dread Lord and Sovereign , Royal James , So oft by Whigs reduc'd to hard Extreams . First pluck the Beam from thy most Cursed Eye , And meddle not with Principality : The mote in his but small , yet big by vogue , As Mountain Alps ; cries ev'ry Rebel Rogue . Valour and Conduct his Companions were , Nor did he Foreign Enemies e'r fear . But when Domesticks leaves their Lord forelorn , And throws him to a Mob's Contempt and Scorn , Who robb'd and stripp'd Him from his very Cloths , As far from all Remorse , as some break Oaths . Then finds an Injur'd Prince the greatest Woe , That ever Rightful Monarch e'r can know . A King he was , and from a King he came , A Slaughter'd King , to Whigs Eternal Shame . Nor can the Poison of their Lying Lips , His Sacred Name and Harmless Life eclipse . His Pious Memory will Fame out-live ; Justice and Truth his Character shall give . Down Cursing Shimei and Rude Rabshakey , With False Ahitophel , who would betray So well as Him , ev'n his and Future all ; Where Whigs in Council fit , there Princes fall . But O you Damned Rebels , who is 't dare , Assault one single and anointed Hair ? The Sacred Unction by Heaven's Vicar shed , Preserves each Royal Consecrated Head. Long strove ye Vipers , as ye once have done , So well as Father , to destroy the Son. Mistaken Monsters , Heaven did only try , Whether a King could a Good Martyr die ; Else had He never come within your Claws ; Ye Breakers of Divine and Humane Laws . Since such a Thing permitted was to be , 'T was left to a Tribe compos'd of Infamy . The Almighty their Great Wickedness fore-knew , Had they the King of Heaven , the same they 'd do : Him if they could , they would re-crucifie ; And Impiously dethrone the Deity . These are the Curs'd Destroying Fiends of Woe , These are those Thorns , on whom no Grapes can grow ; These are those Choaking Thistles bears no Figgs ; These are Cain's Cursed Seed , Furies and Whiggs . These are the Murtherers of our Tranquil Reft , These even are Those , we all ought to Detest .