THE QVEEN OF DENMARK'S LETTER TO THE KING of SCOTS, Now resident in the City of Paris.  
Dated from Her Majesty's Royal Court at Hamborough, Novemb. 16. 1651.  
Together with the Removal of Major General Massey, and the sending of him prisoner to the Tower.  
M R   portrait of the author, apparently Sophie Amalie of Brunswick-Lüneburg, queen consort to Frederik III, king of Denmark 
London, Printed for George Horton, 1651.   

The Queen of DENMARK'S Letter to the King of Scots, now in the City of PARIS, dated from Hamburgh November 16. 1651.  
Highly Honoured, and dearly loved Kinsman,  
HAving (with much remorse and morosity of mind) received clear and unfallible Intelligence of your Majesty's late defeat in England: as also how miraculous an escape you made thence, we thought fit to let you know, that we think ourselves (in a high nature) obliged to congratulate your Majesty's magnanimity (the essence of a Prince) in the managing of that Heroic and unparallelled attempt (an Act which shall eternize your name) as also to exult and rejoice with you for your unheard of deliverance after so dire a storm, providence appointing so safe an Harbour, alloting you an Asylum or residence in such a metropolis, where, as you are honoured of all, so are you dearly beloved by our Brother the Monarch of France, and all the Princes of the blood, your Majesty (we doubt not) needs no Philosophical Lecture of patience, or aequanimity, since you breath that virilem sapientiam stoicorum (which Seneca doth so much extol) that masculine and heroic bravery of the Stoics, whereby they did put of man, and tread above the stage of humane chance.  
It is a Highway saying, that we are Architects of our own fortune; but fortune cannot be wrought or framed without the tools of virtue, and so it becomes a Statute of virtue, which was carved for the statute of fortune: yet it is true, that though we be not Authors of of its entity, yet we are of its quality, and the present power now Diameter to your Majesty, may perceive how fickle the blind Goddess may be, by your late invading them, when they least doubted such an Inroad; and had you but given them one blow, those that sung Hosanna before, would soon have tuned their Pipes to a Crucifixion. If every man have his fortune, and every fortune its wheel, how can we complain that our wheel descends, since one part of the wheel doth not descend so much one way, but it ascends another way, those men only complain of fortune, who have their souls so tacked to their bodies, that when one falls and precipitates, the other doth so too; but those who possess one part of the wheel with their souls, and another part with their bodies, do wish always the adverse or contrary part of the wheel, and if they have it not, they make it so, because the one part mounts towards Heaven, when the other hurries down towards Hell. But your Majesty may (perhaps) say, you have lost your Kingdoms; you have not left them, but surrendered them, they are the favours of fortune, what other goodness have they in them but what he stamps that doth enjoy them? Dignity is like a purple Attire, which doth embellish dirt, because it hides the ugliness of it; but disgraceth Gold, because it hides the splendour of it, every thing is bright where the Sun shineth; but a Carbuncle if it glitter and sparkle, must be placed in the dark, it must be removed out of another light if you would see its own virtue, desire to be naked, despoiled of Dignities, and sequestered from Wealth: you are come down from the Hill, not thrown down from thence: Men are not therefore nearer Heaven, because they are advanced above us; he that is sometimes nearest unto it, sees it least; he that stands on the top of a Mountain sees nothing else but the Sun, whereas he that is in the bottom of a Well, can thence number the Stars: Also you may (perhaps) be aggrieved that your Kingdoms are taken from you, with as much violence as your Father's Head was taken off; but your Majesty may please to consider that nature which hath planted in Man that most ardent desire o Command would have showed herself an envious Mother, if she had not also given something to command: There is no Man but hath a Kingdom within himself, and he is not worthy to be a King over others, that is not first a King over himself; rejoice that you are a Monarch over your own affections, to see your passions so good Subjects: this Harmony brings you to hear that of the spheres, and to contemplate that of God himself; and in this most delightful Symmetry, you shall taste that peace and tranquillity of mind which was by ancient Sages reputed the felicity of the blessed; if you may not come in place to right the oppressed, yet you may procure it to be done, and though you have not to relieve your friends, yet you have whereby to pity them: is not this body of Clay enough to press down the soul, unless we clog it also with the weight of Kingdoms and Provinces? the greatest of Dignities is a circumstance that doth always add weight to our faults: it is very true, that the transition from a place of eminent Command, unto a private life, is not easily concocted, except only by those who do not change their intellect by changing their condition: the changing of a man's condition is the death of one man, and the Generation of another; all Estates and conditions of men in the world are equal, the felicities of this world are not in things themselves, they subsist in opinion only, and become great or small, according as they are apprehended, and they have the greatest share of them that believe they have it. Sovereignty is like a Mountain which seems to the Subjects (who are at the feet of it) with his towering head to touch the Skies; but to those that are at the top, it seems with its basis to reach Hell.  
Divine providence by an inscrutable decree, by a most strange Revolution, hath mutated the English Nation (your Father's Subjects in times past, and over whom you claim a power) from a Monarchical to a popular Estate, your Majesty hath experience (I hope) that this change hath not happened by Fate or Fortune, but by God's immediate decree; nor is this more than hath happened in all Ages to Bodies politic, of a far vaster size then that of Great Britain, viz. to the Medes, Persians, and Romans, etc. those democratical demigods that now sit at Helm, and steer their Argosy of England, Scotland, and Ireland, think themselves obliged to accept of that which divine providence (I shall not determine why) not only hath offered, but thrust upon them, pleading the same Right which William the Norman first laid claim to, and his Posterity after him; your Majesty's best revenge will be to wait on the will of Heaven, who in his own time will 〈…〉 (for aught we know) all back again to 〈…〉 form: the wisdom of this Age 〈…〉 the folly of the next; however for 〈…〉 shall ever endeavour all we may, though with the hazard of our life (should the whole Universe beside, conspire against your Majesty) to make the World sensible that we are  
Your Majesty's cordial and unfeigned Kinswoman, M. R. Given at Our Court at Hamborough, Novemb. 16. 1651.   

On Thursday last being the 27 of Nou. Major Gen. Massey was brought from Warwick Castle to London, and guarded by a Troop of Horse to the Tower: being confined to the same Lodgings that Mr. Love was lately in: He is now recovered of his wounds; and I wish mercy may intervene, that a more fatal one doth not befall him.  
FINIS.