Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took,

Friends to congratulate their friends made hafte;
And long inveterate foes faluted as they past:
Above the reft heroic James appear'd
Exalted more, because he more had fear'd:
His manly heart, whose noble pride
Was ftill above

Diffembled hate or varnish'd love,

Its more than common transport could not hide; But like an eagre rode in triumph o'er the tide. Thus, in alternate course,

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 wondring way:

The prophet wonders more than they,

At prodigies but rarely feen before,

And cries a king muft fall, or kingdoms change

Such were our counter-tides at land, and fo
Prefaging of the fatal blow,

In their prodigious ebb and flow.

The royal foul, that like the laboring moon,
By charms of art was hurried down,
Forc'd with regret to leave her native sphere,
Came but a while on liking here:

Soon weary of the painful ftrife,

And made but faint effays of life:

An evening light

Soon fhut in night;

A strong 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 effay'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' extremest ways they first ordain,
Prescribing fuch intolerable pain,

As none but Cæfar could fuftain:
Undaunted Cæfar underwent

The malice of their art, nor bent

Beneath whate'er their pious rigor could invent:

In five fuch days he fuffer'd more

Than any suffer'd in his reign before;

More, infinitely more, than he,

Against the worst of rebels, could decree,

A traitor or twice pardon'd enemy.

Now art was tir'd without fuccefs,

No racks conld make the stubborn malady confefs. The vain infurancers of life,

And he who moft perform'd and promis'd lefs,
Even Short himself forfook the unequal ftrife.
Death and despair was in their looks,

No longer they confult their memories or books;
Like helpless friends, who view from shore
The laboring fhip, and hear the tempeft roar ;
So stood they with their arms across ;

Not to affift, but to deplore

Th' inevitable lofs.

VI.

Death was denounc'd; that frightful found
Which ev'n the best can hardly bear,
He took the fummons void of fear;
And unconcern'dly caft his eyes around;
As if to find and dare the griefly challenger.
What death could do he lately try'd,
When in four days he more than dy'd.
The fame affurance all his words did grace;
The fame majestic mildness held its place:
Nor loft the monarch in his dying face.
Intrepid, pious, merciful, and brave,

He look'd as when he conquer'd and forgave.
VII.

As if fome angel had been fent
To lengthen out his government,
And to foretel as many years again,

As he had number'd in his happy reign,

So chearfully he took the doom

Of his departing breath;

Nor fhrunk nor ftept afide for death:
But with unalter'd pace kept on;
Providing for events to come,

When he refign'd the throne.
Still he maintain'd his kingly ftate;
grew familiar with his fate.

And

Kind, good, and gracious, to the last,

On all he lov'd before his dying beams he caft:

Oh truly good, and truly great,

For glorious as he rofe benignly fo he fet!

All that on earth he held most dear,

He recommended to his care,

To whom both heaven,

The right had given

And his own love bequeath'd fupreme command:

He took and preft that ever loyal hand,

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; Nor want, nor exile with his duty weigh'd:

A prince on whom, if heaven its eyes could close, The welfare of the world it fafely might repofe. VIII.

That king who liv'd to God's own heart,

Yet lefs ferenely died than he:

Charles left behind no harsh decree

For schoolmen with laborious art

To falve from cruelty :