This complimentary poem is inserted in a volume entitled, Poems, viz. 1. A Panegyrick to the King 2. Songs and Sonnets. 3. The bind Lady, a Comedy. 4. The Fourth Book of Virgil. 5. Statius his Achilleis, with Anocations. 6. A Panegyrick to Generall Monck. By the Honorable S Robert Howard. London, Printed for Henry Herringman, 1660. It is signed John Driden. It forms the first proof of Dryden's intimacy with the family of Thomas, Earl of Berkshire, father of Sir Robert Howard and of the Lady Elizabeth Howard, the poet's future wife.] As there is music uninform'd by art In those wild notes, which, with a merry heart, The birds in unfrequented shades express, Who, better taught at home, yet please us less: So in your verse a native sweetness dwells, Which shames composure, and its art excels. Singing no more can your soft numbers grace Then paint adds charms unto a beauteous face. Yet as, when mighty rivers gently creep, Their even calmness does suppose them 31 While rich ideas there are only caught? Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel. To carry weight, and run so lightly too, Your easier odes, which for delight were penn'd, Yet our instruction make their second end: We're both enrich'd and pleas'd, like them that woo At once a beauty and a fortune too. Who, like ill guardians, liv'd themselves at large, And, not content with that, debauch'd their charge. 50 Like some brave captain, your successful pen Restores the exil'd to her crown again; And gives us hope, that having seen the days When nothing flourish'd but fanatic bays, All will at length in this opinion rest: "A sober prince's government is best." This is not all; your art the way has found To make improvement of the richest ground, That soil which those immortal laurels bore, That once the sacred Maro's temples wore. If funeral rites can give a ghost repose, Your kindness great Achilles doth confess; TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY A PANEGYRIC ON HIS CORONATION This poem was published in [Charles II was crowned on St. George's Day, April 23, 1661. 1661 and reprinted in 1688: see note on Astræa Redux. p. 7, above. variant readings. The present edition follows the text of 1661.) Is that wild deluge where the world was drown'd, When life and sin one common tomb had The first small prospect of a rising hill It left behind it false and slipp'ry ground; Till new-born nature in fresh looks appear'd. Till they at once might be secure and great; Such vapors, while your pow'rful influence Then soonest vanish when they highest rise. Had greater haste these sacred rights prepar'd, Some guilty months had in your triumphs shar'd; To grace this happy day, while you appear All eyes you draw, and with the eyes the Of your own pomp yourself the greatest Loud shouts the nation's happiness proclaim, name. Your cavalcade the fair spectators view you. From your brave train each singles out a prey, And longs to date a conquest from your day. 40 Now charg'd with blessings while you seek repose, Officious slumbers haste your eyes to close; How justly from the Church that crown is Preserv'd from ruin, and restor❜d by you! 50 Wrapp'd soft and warm your name is sent As flames do on the wings of incense fly: Her melting strains in you a tomb have And lie like bees in their own sweetness drown'd. He that brought peace, and discord could Thro' the large dome, the people's joyful sound, Sent back, is still preserv'd in hallow'd ground; Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you, As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew. possess, 70 Both Indies, (rivals in your bed,) provide With gold or jewels to adorn your bride. This to a mighty king presents rich ore, While that with incense does a god implore. Two kingdoms wait your doom, and, as you choose, This must receive a crown, or that must lose. Thus from your Royal Oak, like Jove's of old, 130 Are answers sought, and destinies foretold: Propitious oracles are begg'd with vows, And crowns that grow upon the sacred boughs. Your subjects, while you weigh the nations' fate, Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate: Choose only, sir, that so they may possess With their own peace their children's hap piness. |