Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
William Cartwright (16111643)On His Majestys Recovery from the Small-Pox, 1633
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Of public duty turns into a wrong,
And after-ages, which could ne’er conceive
Our happy C
Such a disease, will know it by the noise
Which we have made in shouting forth our joys;
And our informing duty only be
A well-meant spite, or loyal injury.
Let then the name be alter’d; let us say
They were small stars fix’d in a Milky-way,
Or faithful turquoises, which Heaven sent
For a discovery, not a punishment;
To show the ill, not make it; and to tell
By their pale looks the bearer was not well.
Let the disease forgotten be, but may
The joy return us yearly as the day;
Let there be new computes, let reckoning be
Solemnly made from His recovery;
Let not the Kingdom’s Acts hereafter run
From His (though happy) Coronation,
But from His Health, as in a better strain.
That plac’d Him on His throne; This makes Him reign.