A POEM as it was PRESENTED TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY On the Discovery of the PLOT,  Written by a Lady of Quality. 
HAIL Mighty Prince! whom Heaven has desig'nd  
To be the chief delight of human kind:  
So many Virtue's c●oud your Breast that we  
Do always question your Mortality:  
Sure all the Planets that o'er Virtue reigns,  
Shed their best Influence in your Royal Veins:  
You are the Glory of Monarchial Powers,  
In Bounties free as are descending showrs;  
Fierce as a Tempest when engaged in War,  
In Peace more mild than tender Virgins are;  
In pitying Mercy, you not imitate  
The Heavenly Powers, but rather emulate.  
None but yourself, your sufferings could have born  
With so much Greatness, such Heroic scorn,  
When Hated Traitors do your Life pursue,  
And all the World is filled with Cares for you;  
When every Loyal Heart is sunk with fear,  
Yourself alone doth unconcerned appear;  
Your Soul within, still keeps its lawful state,  
Contemns and dares the worst effects of Fate,  
As the bright Majesty shot from your Eye,  
Aw'd your tame Fate, and ruled your destiny.  
Though your Undaunted soul bore you thus high,  
Your solid Judgement sees there's danger nigh;  
which with such care and Prudence you prevent  
●s if you feared not but 'twould cross th' event.  
Your Care so nobly looks, it doth Appear  
'tis for your Subjects, not your Self you fear:  
Heaven! make this Prince's Life your nearest care,  
That does so many of your Best Virtues share:  
If Monarches 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 Terror fill,  
That of themselves they may their Plot unfold,  
And Live no longer than 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, 'twould prove a generous strife,  
Who first should lose his Own, to save Your Life.  
But since kind Heaven these Dangers doth remove,  
we'll find out other ways t' express our Love.  

we'll force the Traitors all, their souls resign,  
To herd with him that taught them their design.   
FINIS.   

Printed in the year 1679.