Thus when the bold Typhoeus fcal'd the sky,
And forc'd great Jove from his own heav'n to fly,
(What king, what crown from treafon's reach is free
If Jove and Heav'n can violated be?)
The leffer gods, that fhar'd his profperous state,
All fuffer'd in the exil'd Thunderer's fate.
The rabble now fuch freedom did enjoy,
As winds at fea, that ufe it to destroy:
Blind as the Cyclop, and as wild as he,
They own'd a lawless savage liberty,
Like that our painted ancestors fo priz'd,
Ere empire's arts their breasts had civiliz’d.
How great were then our Charles' woes, who thus
Was forc'd to fuffer for himself and us!
He, tofs'd by fate, and hurry'd up and down,
Heir to his father's forrows, with his crown,
Could taste no sweets of youth's defired age;
But found his life too true a pilgrimage.
Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn eftate,
His manly courage overcame his fate.
His wounds he took, like Romans, on his breaft,
Which by his virtue were with laurels dreft.
As fouls reach heav'n while yet in bodies pent,.
So did he live above his banishment.
That fun, which we beheld with cozen'd
Within the water, mov'd along the skies.
How eafy 'tis, when destiny proves kind,
With full-spread fails to run before the wind!
But those that 'gainst stiff gales laveering go,
Must be at once refolv'd and fkilful too.
He would not, like foft Otho, hope prevent,
But stay'd and fuffer'd fortune to repent.
These virtues Galba in a stranger fought,
And Pifo to adopted empire brought,
How fhall I then my doubtful thoughts exprefs,
That must his fufferings both regret and blefs?
For when his early valour Heav'n had croft;
And all at Worc'fter but the honour loft;
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 shown
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 bufinefs ripen'd by digeftive thought,
His future rule is into method brought:
As they, who first proportion understand,
With eafy practice reach a master's hand.
Well might the ancient poets then confer
On night the honour'd 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 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 our's :
'Till fortune's fruitless fpite had made it known, Her blows not shook but riveted his throne, Some lazy ages, loft in fleep and ease,
No action leave to bufy chronicles:
Such, whofe fupine felicity but makes
In ftory chafms, in epocha mistakes;
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 star 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 our selves we
Rouz'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes affail.
With 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 artifts mix their colours so,
That by degrees they from each other go;
Black steals 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.
Frosts that constrain the ground, and birth deny
To flow'rs that in its womb expecting lie,
Do feldom their ufurping pow'r withdraw,
But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw.
Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd
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:
Yet, as he knew his bleffing's worth, took care,
That we should 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 forward valour only ferv'd to show,
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 impofe.
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.
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