In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse
(Preventing pofts) the terror and the news;
Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar :
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

Your never-failing fword made war to cease,
And now you heal us with the acts of peace
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

Lefs pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Than in reftoring fuch as are undone :
Tygers have courage, and the rugged bear,
But man alone can whom he conquers, fpare.

To pardon willing; and to punish, loath;
You ftrike with one hand, but you heal with both.
Lifting up al that proftrate lye, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.

When fate or error had our Age mif-led,
And o'er this nation fuch confufion spread;
The only cure which cou'd from heav'n come down,
Was fo much pow'r and piety in one.

One whofe extraction's from an ancient line,
Gives hope again that well-born men may fhine:
The meaneft in your nature mild and good,
The noble reft fecured in your blood.

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to fuch things as thefe;
How fuch a ruling fp'rit yon cou'd restrain,
And practise first over your self to reign.

Your

Your private life did a juft pattern give
How fathers, hufbands, pious fons shou'd live';
Born to command, your princely virtues flept
Like humble David's while the flock he kept:

But when your troubled country call'd you forth,
Your flaming courage, and your matchlefs worth
Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a profp'rous end.

Still as you rife, the ftate, exalted toɔ,
Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
Chang'd like the world's great fcene, when without
noife

The rifing fun night's vulgar lights destroys.

Had you, fome ages paft, this race of glory
Run, with amazement we fhou'd read your ftory;
But living virtue, all atchievements past,
Meets envy still to grapple with at last.

This Cæfar found, and that ungrateful age,
With lofing him, went back to blood and rage.
Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union with that stroke.

That fun once fet, a thoufand meaner ftars
Gave a dim light to violence and wars,
To fuch a tempeft as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall,

If Rome's great fenate cou'd not wield that sword Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord, What hope had our's, while yet their pow'r was new, To rule victorious armies, but by you?

You, that had taught them to fubdue their foes,
Cou'd order teach, and their high fp'rits compofe:
To ev'ry duty cou'd their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.

So when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
And angry grows; if he that first took pain
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beaft,
He bends to him, but frights away the reft.

As the vext world, to find repofe, at last
Itfelf into Auguftus' arms did caft:

So England now doth, with like toil oppreft,
Her weary head upon your bofom rest.

Then let the mufes, with fuch notes as these,
Inftruct us what belongs unto our peace;
Your battles they hereafter shall indite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight;"

Tell of towns ftorm'd, of armies overcome,
Of mighty kingdoms by your conduct won,
How, while you thunder'd, clouds of duft did choak
Contending troops, and feas lay hid in smoke.

Illuftrious acts high raptures do infufe,
And ev'ry conqueror creates a mufe;
Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we fing,
But there, my lord, we'll bays and olive bring,

To crown your head; while you in triumph ride
O'er vanquish'd nations, and the fea befide:
While all your neighbour-princes unto you,
Like Jofeph's fheaves, pay reverence and bow.

Јони

* Athen. Oxon. vol. ii. p. 378..
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JOHN OGILBY,

HIS poet, who was likewise an eminent Geographer and Cofmographer, was born near Edinburgh in the year 1600*. His father, who was of an ancient and genteel family, having fpent his eftate, and being prifoner in the King's Bench for debt, could give his fon but little education at school; but our author, who, in his early years discovered the most invincible industry, obtained a little knowledge in the Latin grammar, and afterwards fo much money, as not only to procure his father's discharge from prifon, but alfo to bind himfelf apprentice to Mr. Draper a dancing mafter in Holbourn, London. Soon after, by his dexterity in his profeffion, and his complaifant behaviour to his master's employers, he obtained the favour of them to lend him as much money as to buy out the remaining part of his time, and fet up for hims felf; but being afterwards appointed to dance in the duke of Buckingham's great Mafque, by a falfe ftep, he ftrained a vein in the infide of his leg, which ever after occafioned him to halt. He afterwards taught dancing to the filters of Sir Ralph Hopton, at Wytham in Somersetshire, where, at leifure, he learned to handle the pike and musket. When Thomas earl of Strafford became Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, he was retained in his family to teach the art of dancing, and be

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ing an excellent penman, he was frequently employed by the earl to tranfcribe papers for him. In his lordship's family it was that he first gave proofs of his inclination to poetry, by tranflating fome of fop's Fables into English verfe, which he communicated to fome learned men, who understood Latin better than he, by whofe affiftance and advice he published them. He was one of the troop of guards belonging to the earl, and compofed an humourous piece entitled the Character of a Trooper. About the time he was supported by his lordship, he was made master of the revels for the kingdom of Ireland, and built a little theatre for the reprefentation of dramatic entertainments, in St., Warburgh's ftreet in Dublin: but upon the breaking out of the rebellion in that kingdom, he was feveral times in great danger of his life, particularly when he narrowly elcaped being blown up in the caftle of Rathfarnam. About the time of the conclufion of the war in England, he left Ireland, and being fhipwrecked, came to London in a very neceffitous condition. After he had made a short stay in the metropolis, he travelled on foot to Cambridge, where his great induftry, and love of learning, recommended him to the notice of several scholars, by whofe affiftance he became fo compleat a master of the Latin tongue, that in 1646 he published an English translation of Virgil, which was printed in large 8vo. and dedi. cated to William marquis of Hereford. He reprinted it at London 1654 in fol. with this title; The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro, tranflated and adorned with Sculptures, and illuftrated with Annotations; which, Mr. Wood tells us, was the fairest edition, that till then, the English prefs ever produced. About the year 1654 our indefatigable author learned the Greek language, and in four years time published in fol. a tranflation of Homer's Iliad, adorned with excellent sculptures, illuftrated