Or those stars whose bright reflexion groves May thee crown the best of singers. F But when thy Muse dissolv'd in showers. Her mourning doth exasperate Beasts in field forsake their food; The Nymphs foregoing all their bowers MARY MORPETH of Oxlie. PRINCESS ELIZABETH, (QUEEN OF BOHEMIA,) Born 1597, died 1662, *Was the daughter of James I. Verses by the PRINCESS ELIZABETH, given to LORD HARRINGTON, of Exton, her Preceptor. [From the Nuga Antiquæ.] 1. THIS is joy, this is true pleasure, Evermore in richest measure. 2. God is only excellent, Let up to him our love be sent, Mr. David Laing informs me that he possesses a Virgil which once belonged to this amiable princess, and in which she has written the parallel passages from Theocritus. 1 Whose desires are set or bent On ought else, shall much repent. 3. Theirs is a most wretched case, Who themselves so far disgrace, That they their affections place Upon things nam'd vile and base. 4. Let us love of heaven receive, These are joys our hearts will heave Higher than we can conceive, And shall us not fail nor leave. 5. Earthly things do fade, decay, And we can not make them stay. 6. All the vast world doth contain, 7. God, most holy, high, and great, Our delight doth make complete; When in us he takes his seat, Only then we are replete. 8. Why should vain joys us transport, And are mingled in such sort, 9. And regard of this yet have, Nothing can from death us save, Then we must into our grave, When we most are pleasure's slave. 10. By long use our souls will cleave |