XII.

War, our confumption, was their gainful trade :
We inward bled, whilst 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 Eaft fubdue,

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 he ftrew'd where-e'er he came,
Thick as the galaxy with ftars is fown.

XV.

His palms, though under weights they did not ftand,
Still thriv'd; no winter could his laurels fade :
Heaven 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 safety rescu'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,
When to pale mariners they ftorms portend:
He had his calmer influence, and his mien
Did love and majefty together blend.
XIX.

'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 fovereign gold doth grow.

XX.

When paft all offerings to Feretrian Jove,

He Mars depos'd, and arms to gowns made yield; Successful councils did him foon approve

As fit for clofe intrigues, as open field.

XXI.

To fuppliant Holland he vouchfaf'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, strove.

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 feale where'er 'twas caft;
Though Indian inines were in the other laid.

When

XXIV.

When abfent, yet we conquer'd in his right:
For though fome meaner artist's skill were shown
In mingling colours, or in placing light;
Yet ftill the fair defignment was his own.
XXV.

For from all tempers he could fervice 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 fets out,
The ftars, like commons, fullenly obey;
Because it drains them when it comes about,
And therefore is a tax they feldom pay.

XXVIII.

From this high fpring our foreign conquests flow,
Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend;
Since their commencement to his arms they owe,
If springs as high as fountains may ascend.
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 firft in Belgian walks to roar.
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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,
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 spoils decease.

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.

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XXXVI.

No civil broils have fince his death arofe,
But faction now by habit does obey;
And wars have that refpect for his repofe,
As winds for halcyons, when they breed at fea.
XXXVII.

His ashes in a peaceful urn fhall reft,

His name a great example stands, to show How ftrangely high endeavours may be bleft, Where piety and valour jointly go.

ASTRE A REDU X.

A Poem on the happy Reftoration and Return of his facred Majefty CHARLES II, 1660.

Jam redit & virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna." VIRG.

The laft great age foretold by facred rhimes

Reners it's finish'd courfe: Saturnian times
Roll round again.

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OW with a general peace the world was bleft,
While our's, a world divided from the reft,

A dreadful quiet felt, and worfer far

Than arms, a fulien interval of war:

Thus when black clouds draw down the labouring skies,
Ere yet abroad the winged thunder flies,
An horrid ftillnefs first invades the ear,
And in that filence we the tempeft fear.
Th' ambitious Swede, like reftlefs billows toft,
On this hand gaining what on that he lost,

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