William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
On the Queen’s Return from the Low CountriesWilliam Cartwright (1611–1643)
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The day shall have its due.
’Twist all our victories into one bright wreath,
On which let honour breathe;
Then throw it round the temples of our Queen!
’Tis she that must preserve those glories green.
Received her on the shore;
When she was shot at ‘for the King’s own good’
By legions hired to blood;
How bravely did she do, how bravely bear?
And show’d, though they durst rage, she durst not fear.
Of solemn comeliness;
A gather’d mind and an untroubled face
Did give her dangers grace;
Thus, arm’d with innocence, secure they move
Whose highest ‘treason’ is but highest love.