Above the rest heroic James appear'd, Diffembled hate, or varnish'd love, Its more than common tranfport could not hide; But, like an eagre, rode in triumph o'er the tide. Thus, in alternate course, The tyrant paffions, hope and fear, Did in extremes appear, And flash'd upon the foul with equal force. Returns, and wins upon the fhore; At prodigies but rarely feen before, [fway. And cries a king muft fall, or kingdoms change their Such were our counter-tides at land, and fo Prefaging of the fatal blow, In their prodigious ebb and flow. The royal foul, that, like the lab'ring moon, Forc'd with regret to leave her native fphere, Soon weary of the painful ftrife, And made but faint effays of life: *An eagre is a tide fwelling above another tide, which I have myself obferv'd on the river Trent. An evening light, Soon fhut in night; A strong distemper, and a weak relief; The fons of art all med'cines try'd, His utmost skill; nay more, they pray'd: But, like a fortrefs on a rock, Th' impregnable disease their vain attempts did mock: No gentle means could be effay'd; 'Twas beyond parley when the siege was laid: Preferibing fuch intolerable pain, As none but Caefar could fuftain: The malice of their art, nor bent, In five fuch days he fuffer'd more Than any fuffer'd in his reign before: Now art was tir'd without fuccefs; No racks could make the stubborn malady confefs. And they who most perform'd and promis'd lefs, Ev'n Short and Hobbes forfook th' unequal strife. Death and defpair was in their looks; 'Th' inevitable lofs. VI. Death was denounc'd; that frightful found, He took the fummons void of fear, As if fome angel had been fent To lengthen out his government, And to foretel as many years again, As he had number'd in his happy reign; Of his departing breath; Nor fhrunk, nor ftep'd afide for Death; Providing for events to come. GA When he refign'd the throne, For glorious as he rose, benignly fo he fet! He recommended to his care, To whom both heav'n The right had giv'n, And his own love bequeath'd fupreme command: Which cou'd in wars his pow'r maintain; That hand, on which no plighted vows were ever vain. Well, for fo great a trust, he chose A prince who never disobey'd, Not when the most severe commands were laid; Nor want nor exile with his duty weigh'd: A prince, on whom, if heav'n its eyes cou'd close, The welfare of the world it fafely might repofe. VIII. That king, who liv'd to God's own heart, Yet lefs ferenely died than he: Charles left behind no harsh decree, For fchoolmen with laborious art To falve from cruelty : Thofe, for whom love could no excufes frame, Thus far my Mufe, though rudely, has defign'd But neither pen nor pencil can express Though that's a term too mean and low; Like painters, when their heightning arts are fpent, That all-forgiving king, And afk'd that pardon, which he ne'er refus'd, Of godlefs men, and of rebellious times; And forc'd their fov'reign's act, they cou'd not his confent. Oh how much rather had that injur'd chief Than hear a pardon begg'd at last, His dauntlefs heart wou'd fain have held From weeping, but his eyes rebell'd: |