III. O wondrous changes of a fatal scene, Heaven, tho' its hard decree was past, And almost griev'd it had foreseen, What by forefight it will'd eternally to come. Mercy above did hourly plead For her refemblance here below; And mild forgiveness intercede To ftop the coming blow. New miracles approach'd th' etherial throne, Himself defending what he could, From all the glories of his future fate. With him th' innumerable croud, Of armed prayers Knock'd at the gates of heaven, and knock'd aloud; The firft well-meaning rude petitioners. All for his life affail'd the throne, All would have brib'd the fkies by offering up their own. Five days, thofe five degrees, were lent All All eager to perform their part; All but eternal doom was conquer'd by their art: T' infpire the mortal frame; And in the body took a doubtful stand, Doubtful and hovering like expiring flame, That mounts and falls by turns, and trembles o'er the brand. IV. The joyful fhort-liv'd news foon spread around, Their eyes before their tongues confeft. Exalted more, because he more had fear'd: Diffembled hate or varnish'd love, Its more than common tranfport could not hide; The tyrant paffions, hope and fear, Did in extremes appear, And flash'd upon the foul with equal force. Thus, at half ebb, a rolling fea Returns and wins upon the fhore ; The watry herd, affrighted at the roar, Reft on their fins awhile, and stay, Then backward take their wond'ring way: 1 An eagre is a tide fwelling above another tide, which I have myfelf obferved on the River Trent. The The prophet wonders more than they, At prodigies but rarely feen before, And cries aking muft fall, or kingdoms change their fway. In their prodigious ebb and flow. The royal foul, that like the labouring moon, Forc'd with regret to leave her native sphere, Soon fhut in night; A ftrong distemper, and a weak relief, Short intervals of joy, and long returns of grief. V. The fons of art all medicines try'd, And every noble remedy apply'd; With emulation each essay'd His utmost skill, nay more they pray'd: Never was lofing game with better conduct play'd. Death never won a stake with greater toil, Nor e'er was fate fo near a foil: But like a fortrefs on a rock, The impregnable disease their vain attempts did mock; They min'd it near, they batter'd from afar With all the cannon of the medicinal war; No gentle means could be effay'd, "Twas beyond parly when the fiege was laid: Th' extremeft ways they first ordain, Prefcribing fuch intolerable pain, As none but Cæfar could fustain: Undaunted Cæfar underwent The malice of their art, nor bent Beneath whate'er their pious rigour could invent: VOL. I. T In In five fuch days he fuffer'd more Than any fuffer'd in his reign before ; Against the worst of rebels, could decree, Now art was tir'd without fuccefs, No racks could make the stubborn malady confefs. And they who most perform'd and promis'd lefs, No longer they confult their memories or books; Not to affift, but to deplore Th' inevitable lofs. VI. Death was denounc'd; that frightful found As if fome angel had been fent To lengthen out his government. a Two Physicians who attended on the King. So So chearfully he took the doom Of his departing breath ; Nor fhrunk nor ftept afide for death : On all he lov'd before his dying beams he caft: For glorious as he rose benignly fo he fet ! He recommended to his care, To whom both heaven, The right had given And his own love bequeath'd fupreme command: Which could in peace fecure his reign, Which could in wars his power maintain, That hand on which no plighted vows were ever vain. Well, for fo great a trust he chose A prince who never disobey'd: Not when the most severe commands were laid ; That 3 King who liv'd to God's own heart, Yet lefs ferenely died than he : Charles left behind no harsh decree For fchoolmen with laborious art To falve from cruelty : Thofe, for whom love could no excufes frame, |