Cibber, Colley, 1671-1757. A poem on the death of our late soveraign lady Queen Mary by C. Cibber. London: Printed for John Whitlock, 1695. [6],15p.

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    A POEM, ON THE DEATH OF Our Late Soveraign Lady Queen MARY.

    By C. Cibber.

    Tantoene animis Coelestibus Irae?
    Virg. Aen.

    LONDON, Printed for John Whitlock, near Sationers-Hall, MDCXCV.

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    To the Most Illustrious WILLIAM Duke of Devonshire, Marquiss of Hartington, Baron of Hardwick, Lord Lieutenant of the County of Darby, Lord High Steward of his Majesties Household, One of his Majesties Most Honourable Privy-Council, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter.

    May it please your Grace,

    THE succeeding Peice, tho' it be my first attempt in Poetry, never gave me the usual Pain, and Cowardice of a Young Beginner: For I knew my Reputation was as safe under the Protection[Page] of so Great a Name, as my Person under your fuccessful Conduct at the time of His Majesties happy Landing to secure (what Hav'n, and Nature both oblige us to Defend) our Lives, and Liberties,

    Then might be seen the Trust, which ev'n Almighty Providence repos'd in you, when to your watchful Care it recommended the endanger'd Person of the Apparent Heir to her Late Majesties Crown, and Virtues: to such a Care as made the Thoughts of Danger Vanish. For when the Nation was Allarm'd with Threatning Massacres, She by your Sword was, like the Forbidden Fruit, defended, while her Faithless and unthinking Foes were driven from Paradice.

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    And tho' this Glorious Undertaking was attended with an Undaunted Courage, yet it succeeded in a Bloodless Feild; and if to save Mankind be more a God-like Virtue, than to Destroy, Then sure the Lawrels you have so acquir'd are more Durable, than were they dy'd in Crimson.

    Here I must restrain my forward Fancy, that will attempt those Truths it ne're can finish: But 'tis the Fate of Greatness, to have her Picture Common, and undertook by every Dawber, from which number I dare not exempt my self: But if I have any merit, 'tis that I have too well studied your Graces Perfections, to think my Genius capable of their Portraicture,[Page] while the greatest Justice I can do them is in my silent Admiration.

    The same reason, I confess, ought to have deterr'd me from my following Presumption; But That's a Crime, which I can ne're repent of, since at the same time it gives me an Opportuninity of declaring that Respect, and sincerity, wherewith I really am

    Your Graces Most Devoted, and Most Humble Servant, Colley Cibber.
  • A POEM, [ON THE DEATH OF Our Late Soveraign Lady Queen MARY.]