You lodg'd your country's cares within your breast
(The manfion where foft love fhould only reft :)
And, ere our foes abroad were overcome,
The nobleft conqueft you had gain'd at home.
Ah, what concerns did both your fouls divide!
Your honour gave us what your love deny'd:
And 'twas for him much easier to fubdue
from you.

Thofe foes he fought with, than to part
That glorious day, which two fuch navies faw,
As each unmatch'd might to the world give law.
Neptune, yet doubtful whom he should obey,
Held to them both the trident of the fea:
The winds were hufh'd, the waves in ranks were

cast,

As awfully as when God's people past:

Thofe, yet uncertain on whofe fails to blow,
These, where the wealth of nations ought to flow.
Then with the duke your highness rul'd the day
While all the brave did his command obey,
The fair and pious under you did pray.

How powerful are chafte vows! the wind and tide
You brib'd to combat on the English fide.
Thus to your much-lov'd lord you did convey
An unknown fuccour, fent the nearest way.

New

New vigour to his wearied arms you brought,
(So Mofes was upheld while Ifrael fought)
While, from afar, we heard the cannon play,
Like diftant thunder on a shiny day.

When we confider'd what

For absent friends we were asham'd to fear,
you ventur'd there.
Ships, men, and arms, our country might restore,
But fuch a leader could fupply no more.

With generous thoughts of conqueft he did burn,
Yet fought not more to vanquish than return.
Fortune and victory he did pursue,

To bring them as his slaves to wait on you.
Thus beauty ravish'd the rewards of fame,
And the fair triumph'd when the brave o'ercame.
Then, as you meant to spread another way
By land

your conquefts, far as his by sea,

Leaving our fouthern clime, you march'd along
The stubborn North, ten thousand Cupids ftrong.
Like commons the nobility refort,

In crowding heaps, to fill your moving court:
To welcome your approach the vulgar run,
Like fome new envoy from the distant fun,
And country beauties by their lovers go,
Bleffing themselves, and wondering at the show.
VOL. I.

E

So when the new-born Phoenix first is seen,
Her feather'd fubjects all adore their queen,
And while fhe makes her progrefs through the East,
From every grove her numerous train's increaft;
Each Poet of the air her glory fings,

And round him the pleas'd audience clap their wings.

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ANNUS MIRABILIS:

THE

YEAR OF WONDERS,

1666.

AN HISTORICAL POEM.

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