Hereafter, may take up the Whitson-ale.
ANNE,
WIFE OF JAMES THE FIRST,
Daughter of Frederick the Second, king of Denmark,
died of a dropsy the 2d of March 1619.
On the 18th of November 1618, a comet (as alluded to in a foregoing poem) was seen in Libra, which continued visible till the 16th of December; and the vulgar, who think
Nunquam futilibus excanduit ignibus æther,
considered it indicative of great misfortunes; and the death of the queen which closely followed, the first object of its portentous mission.
“The queen was in her great condition,” says Wilson, “a good woman, not tempted from that height she stood on to embroyl her spirit much with things below her, only giving herself content in her own house with such recreations as might not make time tedious unto her; and though great persons’ actions are often pried into, and made envy’s mark, yet nothing could be fixed upon her that left any great impression, but that she may have engraven upon her monument a character of virtue.”
AN ELEGY
UPON
THE DEATH OF QUEENE ANNE.
Noe; not a quatch, sad poets; doubt you,