A poem as it was presented to His Sacred Majesty on the discovery of the plott, written by a lady of quality. Ephelia, fl. 1679. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04744 of text R40072 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing P2668). 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. 4 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 B04744 Wing P2668 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[121] 99890576 ocm99890576 181448 2240914390

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04744) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181448) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[122]) A poem as it was presented to His Sacred Majesty on the discovery of the plott, written by a lady of quality. Ephelia, fl. 1679. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n.], [London? : Printed in the year 1679. Attributed to Ephelia.--Cf. OLUC rec. 51222023: Ephelia / selected and introduced by Maureen E. Mulvihill. Aldershot, Hants, England; Burlington, VT: Ashgate, c2003. Verse: "Haile mighty Prince! whom Heaven has de-". Place of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry, -- Early works to 1800. Popish Plot, 1678 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A poem as it was presented to His Sacred Majesty on the discovery of the plott, written by a lady of quality. Lady of quality. 1679 1 497 3 0 0 0 0 0 60.36 D The rate of 60.36 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A POEM as it was PRESENTED TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY On the Discovery of the PLOTT , Written by a Lady of Quality . HAILE Mighty Prince ! whom Heaven has desig'nd To be the chief delight of human kind : So many Vertues c●oud your Breast that we Do alwaies question your Mortality : Sure all the Planets that o're Vertue raigns , Shed their best Influence in your Royal Veins : You are the Glory of Monarchial Pow'rs , In Bounties free as are descending showr's ; Fierce as a Tempest when ingag'd in War , In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are ; In pitying Mercy , you not imitate The Heavenly Pow'rs , but rather emulate . None but your self , your suffrings could have born With so much Greatness , such Heroick scorn , When Hated Traytors do your Life pursue , And all the World is fill'd with Cares for you ; When every Loyal Heart is sunk with fear , Your self alone doth unconcern'd appear ; Your Soul within , still keeps it's lawful state , Contemns and dares the worst effects of Fate , As the bright Majesty shot from your Eye , Aw'd your tame Fate , and rul'd your destiny . Though your Undaunted soul bare you thus high , Your sollid Judgement sees ther 's danger nigh ; ●Vhich with such care and Prudence you prevent ●s if you fear'd not but t' would cross th' event . Your Care so nobly looks , it doth Appear T is for your Subjects , not your Self you fear : Heaven ! make this Princes Life your nearest care , That does so many of your Best Vertues share : If Monarchs in their Actions copy you , This is the nearest Piece you ever drew : Blast every hand that dares to be so bold , An Impious Weapon ' gainst his Life to hold : Burst every Heart that dares but Think him ill ; Their Guilty souls with so much Terrour fill , That of themselves they may their Plott unfold , And Live no longer then the Tale is told . Safe in your Care , all else will needless prove Yet keep him safe too in his Subjects Love . Your Subjects View You with such Loyal Eyes They know not how they may their Treasure prize . Were You defenceless , they would round you fall , And Pile their bodies to build up a wall . Were you distre'st , 't would prove a gen'rous strife , Who first should lose his Own , to save Your Life . But since kind Heaven these Dangers doth remove , Wee 'l find out other wayes t' express our Love . Wee 'l force the Traytors all , their souls resign , To herd with him that taught them their design . FINIS .

Printed in the year 1679.