VI. His grandeur he deriv'd from heaven alone; VII. No borrow'd bays his temples did adorn, Fortune, that eafy miftrefs to the young, He private mark'd the fault of others' sway, And fet as fea-marks for himfelf to fhun: Not like rash monarchs, who their youth betray By acts their age too late would wish undone. X. And yet dominion was not his design; We owe that bleffing, not to him, but heaven, Which to fair acts unfought rewards did join; Rewards, that lefs to him than us were given. XI. Our former chiefs, like fticklers of the war, XII. War, our confumption, was their gainful trade: To ftaunch the blood by breathing of the vein. Swift and refiftlefs through the land he past, As if on wings of victory he flew. He fought fecure of fortune as of fame : Still by new maps the island might be shewn, XV. His palms, though under weights they did not ftand, Peace was the prize of all his toil and care, Which war had banish'd, and did now restore: To feat themselves more furely than before. Her safety refcu'd Ireland to him owes ; And treacherous Scotland to no intereft true, Yet bleft that fate which did his arms difpofe Her land to civilize, as to fubdue. Nor XVIII. Nor was he like thofe ftars which only fhine, 'Tis true, his count'nance did imprint an awe; And point to beds where fovereign gold doth grow. When past all offerings to Feretrian Jove, He Mars depos'd, and arms to gowns made yield; Successful councils did him foon approve As fit for close intrigues, as open field. XXI. To fuppliant Holland he vouchfaf'd a peace, Fame of th' afferted fea through Europe blown, XXIII. No fooner was the Frenchman's caufe embrac'd, Than the light Monfieur the grave Don out-weigh'd : His fortune turn'd the fcale where'er 'twas caft; Though Indian mines were in the other laid. When XXIV. When abfent, yet we conquer'd in his right: XXV. For from all tempers he could service draw; How the complexions did divide and brew. Or he their fingle virtues did furvey, By intuition in his own large breast, When fuch heroic virtue heaven fets out, XXVIII. From this high spring our foreign conquefts flow, He made us free-men of the continent, And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar. C That XXX. That old unquestion'd pirate of the land, Proud Rome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard; And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand, Although an Alexander were her guard. XXXI. By his command we boldly cross'd the line, Such was our prince; yet own'd a foul above Nor dy'd he when his ebbing fame went lefs, His latest victories ftill thickest came, As, near the center, motion doth increase ; XXXV. But firft the ocean as a tribute fent The giant prince of all her watery herd; And th' ifle, when her protecting genius went, Upon his obfequies loud fighs conferr'd. |