Our healthful food the ftomach labours thus,
At first embracing what it ftraight doth crush.
Wife 8 leaches will not vain receipts obtrude,
While growing pains pronounce the humours crude:
Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill,
'Till fome fafe crifis authorize their fkill.

Nor could his acts too close a vizard wear,
To 'fcape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear,
And guard with caution that polluted neft,
Whence legion twice before was difpoffeft:
One facred houfe; which when they enter'd in,
They thought the place could fan&tify a fin;
Like those that vainly hop'd kind heav'n would wink,
While to excefs on martyrs tombs they drink.
And as devouter Turks firft warn their fouls

To part, before they taste forbidden bowls:

So these, when their black crimes they went about,
First timely charm'd their ufelefs confcience out.'
Religion's name against itself was made ;

The fhadow ferv'd the fubftance to invade :
Like zealous miffions, they did care pretend
Of fouls in fhew, but made their gold their end.
Th' incenfed pow'rs beheld with scorn from high
An heaven fo far diftant from the sky,

Which durst, with horfes hoofs that beat the ground,
And martial brafs, bely the thunder's found.
'Twas hence at length juft vengeance thought it fit
To speed their ruin by their impious wit.
Thus Sforza 9, curs'd with a too fertile brain,
Loft by his wiles the pow'r his wit did gain.

Hence

8 Leaches, a word ufed by Spenfer to fignify physicians. 9 Lewis Sforza, a fubtle politician, and one of the most intriguing men in the world, was left guardian to his nephew John Gateas Sforza, heir of Milan, for whom he contracted a marriage with Ifabella of Arragon, but falling in love with the bride the moment he faw her endeavoured to procure her for himflf. It is faid, that

Henceforth their I fougue muit spend at leffer rate,
Than in its flames to wrap a nation's fate.
Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots fet,
A virtuous shame within us to beget.
For by example moit we finn'd before,

And glass-like clearness mix'd with frailty bore.
But fince reform'd by what we did amifs,
We by our fuff'rings learn to prize our bliss:
Like early lovers, whofe unpractis'd hearts
Were long the may-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their Jealoufies were vain,
With double heat renew their fires again.
"Twas this produc'd the joy that hurry'd o'er
Such fwarms of English to the neighb'ring shore,
To fetch that prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd trade.
Oh had you feen from 2 Schevelin's barren shore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)
Afflicted Holland to his farewel bring

True forrow, Holland to regret a king!
While waiting him his royal fleet did ride,
And willing winds to their lower'd fails deny'd.
The wav'ring ftreamers, flags, and ftandards out,
The merry feamen's rude but chearful shout;
And laft the cannons voice that fhook the fkies,
And, as it fares in fudden ecftafies,

At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.

he contrived a magical girdle for his nephew, to prevent him from confummating. His endeavours were ineffectual. John had two children, but died by the treachery of his uncle, who poifoned him, and caused himself to be proclaimed Duke of Milan. In 1499 he was driven from his dukedom, which he had enjoyed only feven years, by Lewis the XIIth of France, and was carried prifoner to France, where he died in confinement, A. D. 1508.

See Guiccardini, &c. &c.

1 Fougue, a French word used for the fire and spirit of a horse. 2 A village about a mile from the Hague, at which Charles the Second embarked for England.

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The Nafeby 3, now no longer England's fhame,
But better to be loft in Charles' name,
(Like fome unequal bride in nobler sheets)
Receives her lord: the joyful London meets
The princely York, himself alone a freight;
The Swift-fure groans beneath great 4 Glofter's weight:
Secure as when the halcyon breeds, with these,
He that was born to drown might cross the feas.
Heav'n could not own a Providence, and take
The wealth three nations ventured at a ftake.
The fame indulgence Charles his voyage blefs'd,
Which in his right had miracles coniefs'd.
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew ;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their ftraighten'd lungs, or confcious of their charge.
The British Amphytrite, fmooth and clear,

In richer azure never did appear;

Proud her returning prince to entertain
With the fubmitted fafces of the main.

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ND welcome now, great monarch, to your own;
Behold the approaching clifts of Albion :

It is no longer motion cheats your view,

As you meet it, the land approacheth you.
The land returns, and, in the white it wears,
The marks of penitence and forrow bears.
But you, whofe goodnefs your defcent doth fhew,
Your heav'nly parentage and earthly too;

By that fame mildnefs, which your father's crown
Before did ravish, fhall fecure your own.
Not tied to rules of policy, you find
Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.

I The ship in which Charles the Second returned from exile. 2 Henry of Oatlands, duke of Gloucefter, third fon of Charles the fift, landed at Dover with his brother in 1660, and died of the Imall pox foon afterwards.

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Thus

Thus, when th' almighty would to Mofes give
A fight of all he could behold and live ;
A voice before his entry did proclaim
Long-fuffering, goodness, mercy, in his name.
Your pow'r to juftice doth fubmit your cause,
Your goodness only is above the laws;
Whofe rigid letter, while pronounc'd by you,
Is fofter made. So winds that tempefts brew,
When through Arabian groves they take their flight,
Made wanton with rich odours, lofe their fpite.
And as thofe lees, that trouble it, refine
The agitated foul of generous wine:
So tears of joy, for your returning, fpilt;
Work out, and expiate our former guilt.
Methinks I fee thofe crouds on Dover's ftrand,
Who, in their hale to welcome you to land,
Chok'd up the beach with their ftill growing ftore,
And made a wilder torrent on the fhore:

While, fpurr'd with eager thoughts of paft delight,
Thofe, who had feen you, court a fecond fight;
Preventing fill your fteps, and making hafte
To meet you often wherefoe'er you past.
How fhall I fpeak of that triumphant day,
When you rencw'd th' expiring pomp of May!
(A month that owns an intereft in your name:
You and the flow'rs are its peculiar claim.)
That star that at your birth fhone out fo bright,
It ftain'd the duller fun's meridian light,
Did once again its potent fires renew,
Guiding our eyes to find and worship you.

And now Time's whiter feries is begun,
Which in foft centuries fhall fmoothly run:
Thofe clouds, that overcaft your morn, fhall fly,
Difpell'd to fartheft corners of the fky.

Our nation with united intereft bleft,
Not now content to poize, fhall fway the reft.

Abroad

Abroad your empire fhall no limits know,

But, like the fea, in boundlefs circles flow.

Your much-lov'd fleet fhall, with a wide command,
Befiege the petty monarchs of the land:

And as old 3 Time his offspring swallow'd down,
Our ocean in its depths all feas fhall drown.
Their wealthy trade from pirate's rapine free,
Our merchants shall no more adventurers be:
Nor in the fartheft eaft thofe dangers fear,
Which humble Holland muft diffemble here,
Spain to your gift alone her Indies owes ;
For what the pow'rful takes not he bestows:
And France, that did an exile's prefence fear,
May juftly apprehend you fill too near.
At home the hateful names of parties ceafe,
And factious fouls are wearied into peace.
The difcontented now are only they,

Whofe crimes before did your juft caufe betray:
Of those your edicts fome reclaim from fin,
But most your life and bleft example win.

Oh happy prince, whom heav'n hath taught the way,
By paying vows to have more vows to pay!
Oh happy age! Oh times like thofe alone,
By fate referv'd for great Auguftus' throne!
When the joint growth of arms and arts foreshew
The world a monarch, and that monarch you.

3 Days, months and years may be justly called the children of Time, which he daily produces and as constantly devours.

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