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Forc'd into exile from his rightful throne,

He made all countries where he came his own ;
And viewing monarchs' fecret arts of sway,
A royal factor for his kingdoms lay.

Thus banish'd David spent abroad his time,
When to be God's anointed was his crime;
And when reftor'd, made his proud neighbours rue
Those choice remarks he from his travels drew.
Nor is he only by afflictions fhown

To conquer others realms, but rule his own:
Recovering hardly what he loft before,

His right endears it much; his purchase more.
Inur'd to fuffer ere he came to reign,
No rafh procedure will his actions stain :
To business ripen'd by digeftive thought,
His future rule is into method brought:
As they, who firft proportion understand,
With eafy practice reach a mafter's hand.
Well might the ancient poets then confer
On night the honoured name of Counseller,
Since ftruck with rays of profperous fortune blind,
We light alone in dark afflictions find.

In fuch adverfities to fcepters train'd,

The name of Great his famous 5 grandfire gain'd:
Who yet a king alone in name and right,
With hunger, cold, and angry Jove did fight;
Shock'd by a cov'nanting league's vaft pow'rs,
As holy and as catholic as ours:

"Till fortune's fruitless spite had made it known,
Her blows not fhook but riveted his throne.
Some lazy ages, loft in fleep and ease,

No action leave to busy chronicles:
Such, whofe fupine felicity but makes
In ftory chafms, in epocha miftakes ;

5 Charles II, was grandfon by the mother's fide to Henry the IVth of France.

O'er

O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down,
'Till with his filent fickle they are mown.
Such is not Charles' too too active age,
Which, govern'd by the wild diftemper'd rage
Of fome black ftar infecting all the skies,
Made him at his own coft like Adam wife.'
Tremble ye nations, which fecure before,

Laugh'd at those arms that 'gainst ourselves we bore; Rouz'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail, Our lion now will foreign foes affail. With 6 alga who the facred altar ftrews? To all the fea gods Charles an off'ring owes : A bull to thee, Portunus, fhall be flain, A lamb to you, ye tempefts of the main : For those loud ftorms that did against him roar, Have caft his shipwreck'd veffel on the shore. Yet as wife artists mix their colours fo, That by degrees they from each other go; Black fteals unheeded from the neighb'ring white, Without offending the well-cozen'd fight: So on us ftole our bleffed change; while we Th' effect did feel, but fcarce the manner fee. Frofts that conftrain the ground, and birth deny To flow'rs that in its womb expecting lie, Do feldom their ufurping pow'r withdraw, But raging floods purfue their hafty thaw. Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd away, But loft in kindly heat of lengthned day. Heaven would no bargain for its bleffings drive, But what we could not pay for, freely give. The Prince of peace would like himself confer A gift unhop'd, without the price of war :

6 Thefe lines refer to the ceremonies ufed by fuch heathens as efcaped from thipwreck, to which the king's variety of fortune is compared. Alga marina, or fea weed, was ftrewed about the altar, and a lamb facrificed to the winds.

VOL. I.

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Yet, as he knew his bleffing's worth, took care,
That we fhould know it by repeated pray'r;

Which storm'd the skies, and ravish'd Charles from thence,
As heav'n itself is took by violence.

Booth's 7 forward valour only ferv'd to fhow,
He durft that duty pay we all did owe:

Th' attempt was fair; but heav'n's prefixed hour
Not come: fo like the watchful traveller
That by the moon's mistaken light did rise,
Lay down again, and clos'd his weary eyes.
'Twas Monk, whom Providence defign'd to loose
Thofe real bonds falfe freedom did impose.
The bleffed faints, that watch'd this turning scene,
Did from their stars with joyful wonder lean,
To fee fmall clues draw vafteft weights along,
Not in their bulk but in their order strong.
Thus pencils can by one flight touch reftore
Smiles to that changed face that wept before.
With eafe fuch fond chimaeras we pursue,
As fancy frames for fancy to fubdue:
But when ourselves to action we betake,

It fhuns the mint like gold that chemifts make.
How hard was then his talk! at once to be
What in the body natural we see?

Man's architect diftinctly did ordain

The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the brain,
Through viewlefs conduits fpirits to difpenfe;
The fprings of motion from the feat of fenfe.
"Twas not the hafty product of a day,
But the well-ripen'd fruit of wife delay.
He, like a patient angler, ere he ftrook,
Would let him play a while upon the hook.

7 Sir George Booth in 1659 affembled a large body of men for the King's fervice in Chefhire, and encountering with general Lambert near Norwich, was entirely routed, and moft of the principal perfons made prifoners.

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Our healthful food the ftomach labours thus,
At first embracing what it ftraight doth crush.
Wife 8 leaches will not vain receipts obtrude,
While growing pains pronounce the humours crude:
Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill,

'Till fome fafe crifis authorize their skill.

Nor could his acts too clofe a vizard wear,

To 'fcape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear,
And guard with caution that polluted neft,
Whence legion twice before was difpoffeft:
One facred houfe; which when they enter'd in,
They thought the place could fanctify a fin;
Like thofe that vainly hop'd kind heav'n would wink,
While to excefs on martyrs tombs they drink.
And as devouter Turks firft warn their fouls
To part, before they tafte forbidden bowls:
So thefe, when their black crimes they went about,
First timely charm'd their ufelefs confcience out.
Religion's name against itfelf was made;

The fhadow ferv'd the fubftance to invade :
Like zealous miffions, they did care pretend
Of fouls in fhew, but made their gold their end.
Th' incenfed pow'rs beheld with fcorn from high
An heaven fo far diftant from the sky,

Which durft, with horfes hoofs that beat the ground,
And martial brafs, bely the thunder's found.
'Twas hence at length juft vengeance thought it fit
To speed their ruin by their impious wit.
Thus Sforza 9, curs'd with a too fertile brain,
Loft by his wiles the pow'r his wit did gain.

Hence

8 Leaches, a word ufed by Spenfer to fignify phyficians. 9 Lewis Sforza, a fubtle politician, and one of the most intriguing men in the world, was left guardian to his nephew John Galeas Sforza, heir of Milan, for whom he contracted a marriage with Ifabella of Arragon, but falling in love with the bride the moment he saw her endeavoured to procure her for himfelf. It is faid, that

Henceforth their I fougue must fspend at leffer rate,
Than in its flames to wrap a nation's fate.
Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots fet,
A virtuous fhame within us to beget.
For by example moft we finn'd before,

And glafs-like clearness mix'd with frailty bore.
But fince reform'd by what we did amiss,
We by our fuff'rings learn to prize our blifs :
Like early lovers, whofe unpractis'd hearts
Were long the may-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their Jealoufies were vain,
With double heat renew their fires again.
'Twas this produc'd the joy that hurry'd o'er
Such fwarms of English to the neighb'ring fhore,
To fetch that prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd trade.
Oh had you feen from 2 Schevelin's barren fhore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,}
Afflicted Holland to his farewel bring

True forrow, Holland to regret a king!
While waiting him his royal fleet did ride,
And willing winds to their lower'd fails deny'd.
The wav'ring ftreamers, flags, and standards out,
The merry feamen's rude but chearful fhout;
And laft the cannons voice that fhook the skies,
And, as it fares in fudden ecftafies,

At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.

he contrived a magical girdle for his nephew, to prevent him from confummating. His endeavours were ineffectual. John had two children, but died by the treachery of his uncle, who poifoned him, and caufed himself to be proclaimed Duke of Milan. In 1499 he was driven from his dukedom, which he had enjoyed only feven years, by Lewis the XIIth of France, and was carried prisoner to France, where he died in confinement, A. D. 1508.

See Guiccardini, &c. &c. 1 Fougue, a French word ufed for the fire and fpirit of a horse. 2 A village about a mile from the Hague, at which Charles the Second embarked for England.

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