And though a Crown is no certain Title to Content; yet to the Honour of that Institution be it said, the Royal Harmony of Hearts that now inchants us from the Throne, is a Reproach to the frequent Disquiet of those many insensible Subjects about it, who (from his Majesty's paternal Care of his People) have more Leisure to be happy: And 'tis our Queen's peculiar Glory, that we often see Her as eminently rais'd above her Circle, in private Happiness, as in Dignity.
Yet Heaven, Madam, that has placed you on such Height, to be the more conspicuous Pattern of your Sex, had still left your Happiness imperfect, had it not given those inestimable Treasures of your Mind, and Person, to the only Prince on Earth that could have deserved them: A Crown received from Any, but the Happy Monarch's Hand, who invested you with This, which You now adorn, had only seemed the Work of Fortune: But Thus bestow'd, the World acknowledges it the due Reward of Providence, for One You once so gloriously Refused.
But as the Fame of such elevated Virtue has lifted the Plain Addresses of a whole Nation into Eloquence, the best repeated Eulogiums on that Theme are but Intrusions on your Majesty's greater Pleasure of secretly deserving them. I therefore beg leave, to subscribe myself,
May it please Your Majesty,
Your Majesty's most Devoted,
Most Obedient, and
Most Humble Servant,
Colley Cibber.