XII.

War, our consumption, was their gainful trade :
We inward bled, whilft they prolong'd our pain;
He fought to end our fighting, and effay'd

To ftaunch the blood by breathing of the vein.
XIII.

Swift and refiftlefs through the land he past,
Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue,
And made to battles fuch heroic hafte,

As if on wings of victory he flew.
XIV.

He fought fecure of fortune as of fame :
Still by new maps, the island might be shewn,
Of conquefts, which heftrew'd where-e'er he came,
Thick as the galaxy with stars is fown.

XV.

His palms, tho under weights they did not stand, Still thriv'd; no winter could his laurels fade: Heav'n in his portrait fhew'd a workman's hand, And drew it perfect, yet without a shade.

XVI.

Peace was the prize of all his toil and care,

: Which war had banish'd, and did now reftore: Bologna's walls thus mounted in the air,

To feat themselves more furely than before.

XVII.

Her fafety refcu'd Ireland to him owes ;

And treacherous Scotland to no interest true, Yet bleft that fate which did his arms difpofe Her land to civilize, as to fubdue.

XVIII.

Nor was he like those stars which only shine,
When to pale mariners they ftorms portend:
He had his calmer influence, and his mien
Did love and majefty together blend.
XIX.

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'Tis true, his count'nance did imprint an awe;
And naturally all fouls to his did bow,
As wands of divination downward draw,
And point to beds where fov'reign gold doth grow.
XX.

When past all off'rings to Feretrian Jove,
He Marsdepos'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 vouchsaf'd a peace,
Our once bold rival of the British main,
Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease,
And buy our friendship with her idol, gain.

XXII.

Fame of th'afferted fea through Europe blown,

Made France and Spain ambitious of his love; Each knew that fide muft conquer he would own;

And for him fiercely, as for empire, ftrove.

XXIII.

No fooner was the Frenchman's cause embrac'd, Than the light Monfieur the

weigh'd:

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His fortune turn'd the scale where'er 'twas caft;

Tho Indian mines were in the other laid.

XXIV.

When abfent, yet we conquer'd in his right:
For tho fome meaner artist's skill were shown

In mingling colours, or in placing light;
Yet still the fair defignment was his own.

XXV.

For from all tempers he could service draw ;
The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew,
And, as the confident of nature, faw

How the complexions did divide and brew.
XXVI.

Or he their fingle virtues did furvey,

By intuition in his own large breast, Where all the rich ideas of them lay,

That were the rule and measure to the reft.

XXVII.

When fuch heroic virtue heaven sets out,
The stars, like commons, fullenly obey;
Because it drains them when it comes about,
And therefore is a tax they feldom pay.
XXVIII.

From this high spring our foreign conquests flow, Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend; Since their commencement to his arms they owe, If fprings as high as fountains may afcend.

XXIX.

He made us free-men of the continent,
Whom nature did like captives treat before;
To nobler preys the English lion sent,
And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar.
XXX.

That old unqueftion'd pirate of the land,
ProudRome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard;
And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to ftand,
Altho an Alexander were her guard.
XXXI.

By his command we boldly crofs'd the line,
And bravely fought where southern stars arise;
We trac'd the far-fetch'd gold unto the mine,
And that which brib'd our fathers made our prize.

XXXII.

Such was our prince; yet own'd a foul above
The highest acts it could produce to show :
Thus poor mechanic arts in public move,
Whilft the deep fecrets beyond practice go.
XXXIII.

Nor dy'd he when his ebbing fame went lefs,
But when fresh laurels courted him to live:
He feem'd but to prevent fome new fuccefs,
As if above what triumphs earth could give.
XXXIV.

His latest victories ftill thickest came,

As, near the center, motion doth increase; "Till he, prefs'd down by his own weighty name, Did, like the veftal, under fpoils decease. XXXV.

But firft the ocean as a tribute fent

The giant prince of all her watry herd;
And th'ifle, when her protecting genius went,
Upon his obfequies loud fighs conferr'd.
XXXVI.

No civil broils have fince his death arofe,
But faction now by habit does obey;
And, wars have that respect for his repose,

As winds for halcyons, when they breed at fea.