Eliza till this hour might reign,

Had she not evil counsels ta'en;

Fundamental laws she broke,

And still new favourites she chose,
Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke.

Mary then, and gentle Anne,

Both to reign at once began:

Alternately they sway'd;

And sometimes Mary was the fair,

And sometimes Anne the crown did wear, And sometimes both I obey'd,

Another Mary then arose,

And did rigorous laws impose ;

A mighty tyrant she!
Long, alas! should I have been
Under that iron-sceptred queen,

Had not Rebecca set me free.

When fair Rebecca set me free,

'Twas then a golden time with me.

But soon those pleasures fled;

For the gracious princess died

In her youth and beauty's pride,

And Judith reign'd in her stead.

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One month, three days, and half an hour, Judith held the sov'reign power.

Wondrous beautiful her face; But so weak and small her wit, That she to govern was unfit,

And so Susanna took her place.

But when Isabella came,

Arm'd with a resistless flame

And th' artillery of her eye, Whilst she proudly march'd about, Greater conquests to find out,

She beat out Susan by the bye.

But in her place I then obey'd

Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy maid,
To whom ensued a vacancy.
Thousand worse passions then possest

The interregnum of my breast:

Bless me from such an anarchy !

Gentle Henrietta then,

And a third Mary next began,

Then Joan and Jane and Audria,

And then a pretty Thomasine,

And then another Catherine,

But should I now to you relate

The strength and riches of their state,
The powder, patches, and the pins,
The ribbons, jewels, and the rings,
The lace, the paint, and warlike things
That make up all their magazines :

If I should tell the politic arts

To take and keep men's hearts;

The letters, embassies, and spies,

The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries,
The quarrels, tears, and perjuries,

Numberless, nameless mysteries;

And all the little lime-twigs laid
By Machiavel, the waiting-maid;

I more voluminous should grow
(Chiefly if I, like them, should tell
All change of weathers that befell)
Than Holinshed or Stow.

But I will briefer with them be,

Since few of them were long with me.
A higher and a nobler strain
My present emperess does claim,

Heleonora, first o' the name,

Whom God grant long to reign!

[SIR JOHN DENHAM, the son of the Chief Baron of the Exchequer in Ireland, was born in Dublin, in 1615, and was educated at Oxford, where he is said to have been more attentive to cards than study: a propensity which prevented his making any progress in the law, when he entered Lincoln's Inn. To please his father, he wrote an essay, proving the pernicious tendency of gaming; nevertheless, he seriously injured his patrimony by this vice. He was a zealous adherent of Charles I. and being discovered in secret correspondence with Cowley, he fled, to save his life, and his estate was sold by the Parliament. At the Restoration he was made a Knight of the Bath, and SurveyorGeneral of the Royal Buildings. He died in 1668, and was buried in Westminster Abbey.

"Cooper's Hill" is his best production; his poetry was written chiefly in the earlier portion of his life.]

My eye, descending from the hill, surveys

Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays;

Thames the most loved of all the ocean's sons