"The Saints began with all their art, / To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court, / In such Addresses as might best / Open the Windows of their Breast, / That Sacred Majesty might see / Their Ancient Love and Loyalty"
— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for James Woodward ... and John Morphew [etc.]
Date
1710
Metaphor
"The Saints began with all their art, / To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court, / In such Addresses as might best / Open the Windows of their Breast, / That Sacred Majesty might see / Their Ancient Love and Loyalty"
Metaphor in Context
However now to shew they were,
As Loyal as they say they are;
The Saints began with all their art,
To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court,
In such Addresses as might best
Open the Windows of their Breast,
That Sacred Majesty might see
Their Ancient Love and Loyalty;
And that they now ador'd their Prince,
Just as they us'd to do long since,
And were, unto our G****s Q****n,
The same as they had ever been;
Pointing most Loyally to those
They would have deem'd the Nations Foes,
Meaning the Church, least they themselves,
Should now be thought those wicked Elves;
Who by their Malice, Heat and Fury
Had rais'd up the Tempestous Flurry,
Which blew with such Precipitation,
Against the Sons of Moderation,
That many meetings met with harm,
And suffer'd greatly in the Storm;
Whilst those that rais'd the Wind so High,
Beheld the danger with an Eye
Of fear, unable to foresee,
What the strange Consequence might be;
Thus Conjurers of Common Weal,
who do with Restless Spirits deal;
In Spite of all their cunning may
Raise Devils that they cannot lay.
As Loyal as they say they are;
The Saints began with all their art,
To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court,
In such Addresses as might best
Open the Windows of their Breast,
That Sacred Majesty might see
Their Ancient Love and Loyalty;
And that they now ador'd their Prince,
Just as they us'd to do long since,
And were, unto our G****s Q****n,
The same as they had ever been;
Pointing most Loyally to those
They would have deem'd the Nations Foes,
Meaning the Church, least they themselves,
Should now be thought those wicked Elves;
Who by their Malice, Heat and Fury
Had rais'd up the Tempestous Flurry,
Which blew with such Precipitation,
Against the Sons of Moderation,
That many meetings met with harm,
And suffer'd greatly in the Storm;
Whilst those that rais'd the Wind so High,
Beheld the danger with an Eye
Of fear, unable to foresee,
What the strange Consequence might be;
Thus Conjurers of Common Weal,
who do with Restless Spirits deal;
In Spite of all their cunning may
Raise Devils that they cannot lay.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "breast" and "window" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
01/25/2006
