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Godlike his courage seem'd, whom nor delight New courage from reviving hope they take,
Whose rage, restrained, foaming higher swells ; The hated relics of confounded Troy:
And from her port the weary barge repels : His bold Æneas, on like billows tost
Threatening to make her, forced out again, In a tall ship, and all his country lost,
Repeat the dangers of the troubled main. Dissolves with fear; and both his hands upheld, Twice was the cable hurl'd in vain; the fates Proclaims them happy whom the Greeks had quell's Would not be moved for our sister states; In honourable fight : our hero set
For England is the third successful throw, In a small shallop, Fortune in his debt,
And then the genius of that land they know, So near a hone of crowns and sceptres, more Whose prince must be (as their own books devise) Than ever Priam, when he flourish'd, wore; Lord of the scene, where now his danger lies. His loins yet full of ungot princes, all
Well sung the Roman bard; "all human things His glory in the bud, lets nothing fall
Of dearest value hang on slender strings." That argues fear: if any thought annoys
O see the then sole hope, and in design The gallant youth, 'tis love's untasted joys; Of Heaven our joy, supported by a line ! And diear remembrance of that fatal glance, Which for that instant was Heaven's care above, For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France; The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, Where he had seen a brighter nymph than she', On which the fabric of our world depends; That sprung out of his present foe, the sea. One link dissolv'd, the whole creation ends. That noble ardour, more than mortal fire, The conquer'd ocean could not make expire ; Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above Th' heroic prince's courage, or his love :
OF HIS MAJESTY'S RECEIVING THE NEWS OP 'Twas indignation, and not fear, he felt,
THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S DEATH. The shrine should perish where that image dwelt. Ah, Love forbid ! the noblest of thy train
So earnest with thy God! Can po new care, Should not survive to let her know his pain : No sense of danger, interrupt thy prayer? Who, nor his peril minding, nor his flame,
The sacred wrestler, till a blessing given, Is entertain'd with some less serious game,
Quits not his hold, but halting conquers heaven; Among the bright nymphs of the Gallic court; Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd, All highly born, obsequious to her sport:
When from the body such a limb was lopp'd, They roses seem, which, in their early pride, As to thy present state was no less maim; But half reveal, and half their beauties hide: Though thy wise choice has since repair'd the same She the glad morning, which her beams does throw Bold Homer durst not so great virtue feign Upon their smiling leaves, and gilds them so: In his best pattern 3: of Patroclus slain, Like bright Aurora, whose refulgent ray
With such amazement-as weak mothers use, Foretells the fervour of ensuing day;
And frantic gesture, he receives the news. And warns the shepherd with his flocks retreat Yet fell his darling by th' impartial chance To leafy shadows, from the threaten'd heat. Of war, impos'd by royal Hector's lance:
From Cupid's string, of many shafts that fled, Thine in full peace, and by a vulgar hand Wing'd with those plumes which noble Fame had Torn from thy bosom, left his high command. shed,
The famous painter 4 could allow no place
He cast a veil upon supposed grief.
For the fair boy', than he did for his hart: That with delight those antique tales she hears Nor blame for Hyacinthus' fate his own, (known. Of Jason, Theseus, and such worthies old,
That kept from him wish'd death, hadst thou been As with his story best resemblance hold.
He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds, And now she views, as on the wall it hung,
Shall find his passion, nor his love, exceeds: What old Musæus so divinely sung :
He curst the mountains where his brave friend dy d, Which art with life and love did so inspire, But let false Ziba with his heir divide : That she discerns and favours that desire,
Where thy immortal love to thy blest friends, Which there provokes th' adventurous youth to Like that of heaven, upon their seed descends. swim,
Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind, And in Leander's danger pities him;
God-like, unmov'd; and yet, like woman, kind! Whose not new love alone, but fortune, seeks Which of the ancient poets bad not brought To frame his story like that amorous Greek's. Our Charles's pedigree from heaven; and taught For from the stern of some good ship appears How some bright dame, comprest by mighty Jove, A friendly light, which moderates their fears : Produc'd this mix'd divinity and love?
Mad Cacus so, whom like ill fate persuades,
The herd of fair Alcmene's seed invades;
Who, for revenge, and mortals' glad relief,
Sack'd the dark cave, and crush'd that horrid thief. WHERE'ER thy navy spreads her canvass wings, Morocco's monarch, wondering at this fact, Homage to thee, and peace to all, she brings: Save that his presence his affairs exact, The French and Spaniard, when thy flags appear, Had come in person, to have seen and known Forget their hatred, and consent to fear.
The injur'd world's avenger and his own. So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,
Hither he sends the chief among his peers, And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray. Who in his bark proportion'd presents bears, Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped,
To the renown'd for piety and force, The mightiest still upon the smallest fed :
Poor captives manumis'd, and matchless horse. Thou on the deep imposest nobler laws; And by that justice hast remov'd the cause Of those rude tempests, which, for rapine sent, Too oft, alas ! involv'd the innocent. Now shall the ocean, as thy Thames, be free
MAJESTY'S REPAIRING OF ST. PAUL'S. From both those fates, of storms and piracy. But we most happy, who can fear no force But winged troops, or Pegasean horse:
That shipwreck'd vessel, which th' apostle bore, Tis not so hard for greedy foes to spoil
Scarce suffer'd more upon Melita's shore,
Than did his temple in the sea of time;
Who all that came within the ample thought
The world's restorer once could not indure, Into fair figures from a confus'd heap: That finish'd Babel should those men secure, For in his art of regiment is found Whose pride design'd that fabric to have stood A power, like that of harmony in sound Above the reach of any second flood :
Those antique minstrels sure were Charles-like
On which with so divine a hand they strook,
The Gentiles' great apostle; and deface
Those state-obscuring sheds, that, like a chain,
Seem'd to confine and fetter him again: OF Jason, Theseus, and such worthies old, Which the glad saint shakes off at his command, Light seem the tales antiquity has told:
As once the viper from his sacred hand. Such beasts, and mousters, as their force opprest, So joys the aged oak, when we divide Some places only, and some times, infest.
The creeping ivy from his injur'd side. Sallee, that scorn'd all power and laws of men, Ambition rather would affect the fame Goods with their owners hurrying to their den; Of some new structure to have borne her name: And future ages threatening with a rude
Two distant virtues in one act we find, And savage race, successively renew'd:
The modesty, and greatness, of his mind : Their king despising with rebellious pride,
Which, not content to be above the rage And foes profest to all the world beside:
And injury of all-impairing age, This pest of mankind gives our hero fame,
In its own worth secure, doth higher climb, And through th' obliged world dilates his name. And things half swallow'd, from the jaws of time The prophet once to cruel Agag said,
Reduce: an eamest of his grand design, As thy fierce sword has mothers childless made, To frame no new church, but the old refine: So sball the sword make thine: and with that word which, spouse-like, may with comely grace comHe hew'd the man in pieces with his sword.
More than by force of argument or hand. (man Just Charles like measure has return'd to these, For, doubtful reason few can apprehend: Whose pagan hands had stain'd the troubled seas : And war brings ruin, where it should amend: With ships, they made the spoiled merchants mourn; But beauty, with a bloodless conquest, finds With ships, their city and themselves are torn. A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds. One squadron of our winged castles sent
Not aught, which Sheba's wondering queen beheld O'erthrew their fort, and all their navy rent: Amongst the works of Solomon, excell'd For, not content the dangers to increase,
His ships and building; emblems of a heart, And act the part of tempests in the seas;
Large both in magnanimity and art. Like hungry wolves, those pirates from our shore While the propitious heavens this work attend, Whole flocks of sheep, and ravish'd cattle, bore. The showers long wanted they forget to send Safely they might on other nations prey; Fools to provoke the sovereign of the sea !
6 King James I.
As if they meant to make it understood
There public care with private passion fought Of more importance than our vital food.
A doubtful combat in his noble thought: The sun, which riseth to salute the quire
Should he confess his greatness and his love, Already finish’d, setting shall admire
And the free faith of your great brother 8 prove; How private bounty cou'd so far extend:
With his Achates 9, breaking through the cloud The king built all; but Charles the western-end ; Of that disguise, which did their graces shroud; So proud a fabric to devotion giv'n,
And mixing with those gallants at the ball, At once it threatens, and obliges, heaven!
Dance with the ladies, and outshine them all? Laomedon, that had the gods in pay,
Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride? Neptune, with him 7 that rules the sacred day, So, when the fair Leucothoë he espy'd, Could no such structure raise: Troy wall'd so high, To check his steeds impatient Phæbus yearn'd, Th’ Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky, Though all the world was in his course concern'd.
Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour kings, What may hereafter ber meridian do, To see such power employ'd in peaceful things: Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosom so? They list not urge it to the dreadful field;
Not so divine a flame, since deathless gods The task is easier to destroy, than build.
Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes
Of men, in any mortal breast did burn;
Nor shall, till piety and they return.
OF THE QUEEN.
Tue lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build
But if (the promise of a cloudless day)
Aurora smiling bids her rise and play; Presents that beauty, which the dazzling light
Then strait she shows, 'twas not for want of voice, Of royal splendour hides from weaker eyes,
Or power to climb, she made so low a choice: And all access, save by this art, denies. Here only we have courage to behold
Singing she mounts, her airy wings are stretch'd
Tow'rds heaven, as if from heaven her note she This beam of glory: here we dare unfold
So we, retiring from the busy throng, [fetch'd. In numbers thus the wonders we conceive:
Use to restrain th' ambition of our song ; The gracious image, seeming to give leave,
But since the light, which now informs our age, Propitious stands, vouchsafing to be seen;
Breaks from the court, indulgent to her rage; And by our muse saluted, mighty queen: In whom th' extremes of power and beauty move,
Thither my musė, like bold Prometheus, fies,
To light her torch at Gloriana's eyes. (soul, The queen of Britain, and the queen of Love! As the bright Sun (to which we owe no sight
Those sovereign beams, which heal the wounded
And all our cares, but once beheld, control! Of equal glory to your beauty's light)
There the poor lover, that has long endur'd Is wisely plac'd in so sublime a seat,
Some proud nymph's scorn, of his fond passion curd, T'extend his light, and moderate his heat:
Fares like the man, who first upon the ground So, happy 'tis you move in such a sphere,
A glowworm spy'd; supposing he had found As your high majesty with awful fear
A inoving diamond, a breathing stone;
For life it had, and like those jewels shone:
He held it dear, till, by the springing day
Inform’d, he threw the worthless worm away. By the approach of the ill-guided sun.
She saves the lover, as we gangrenes stay, No other nymphs have title to men's hearts,
By cutting hope, like a lopt limb, away:
This makes her bleeding patients to accuse
High Heaven, and these expostulations use.
“ Could Nature then no private woman grace, With admiration! for a pitch so high
Whom we might dare to love, with such a face, (Save sacred Charles's) never love durst fly.
Such a complexion, and so radiant eyes,
Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies ?
have been Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight,
What envious power has plac'd this glorious light?" The whole world's mistress, other than a queen.
Thus, in a starry night fond children cry
For the rich spangles, that adorn the sky;
Which, though they shine for ever fixed there, No power achiev'd, either by arms or birth,
With light and influence relieve us here.
All her affections are to one inclin'd;
Her bounty and compassion, to mankind:
To whom, while she so far extends her grace, Witness our Jove, prevented by their flame
She makes but good the promise of her face : In his swift passage to th' Hesperian dame:
For mercy has, could mercy's self be seen,
No sweeter look than this propitious queen.
Such guard, and comfort, the distressed find
From her large power, and from her larger inind, Of beauty, found it in the Gallic court:
8 Louis XII, king of France. * Apollo.
9 Duke of Buckivgham.
That whom ill fate would ruin, it prefers;
Charm all her senses; till the joyful Sun For all the miserable are made her's.
Without a rival half his course has run: So the fair tree, whereon the eagle builds,
Who, while my hand that fairer light confines,
Ye gods, that have the power
To trouble and compose
Fair Venus, in thy soft arms
The god of Rage confine; A brave romance, who would exactly frame,
For thy whispers are the charms First brings bis knight from some immortal dame :
Which only can divert his fierce design. And then a weapon, and a flaming shield,
What though he frown, and to tumult do incline? Bright as his mother's eyes, he makes him wield;
Thou the flame, None might the mother of Achilles be,
Kindled in his breast, canst tame, But the fair pearl', and glory of the sea :
With that snow, which, unmelted, lies on thine.
Make heaven smile,
Thy chief care, our halcyon, builds her nest.
Bright as high heaven is, and fertile as earth;
Whose beauty relieves us,
Whose toyal bed gives us
Both glory and peace:
Our present joy, and all our hopes increase,
QUEEN-MOTHER OF FRANCE,
Bright as the deathless gods, and happy, she Greatqueen of Europe! whence thy offspring wears From all that may infringe delight is free: All the chief crowns; where princes are thy heirs; Love at her royal feet his quiver lays,
As welcome thou to sea-girt Britain's shore,
Should I with lightning fill her awful hand, Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd?
Scarce could the ocean (though inrag'd) have tost
Mother of all that on ambrosia fed. No cloud in so serene a mansion find,
Thy godlike race must sway the age to come; To overcast ber ever-shining mind:
As she Olympus peopled with her womb. Which bolds resemblance with those spotless skies, Would those commanders of mankind obey Where lowing Nilus want of rain supplies; Their honour'd parent; all pretences lay That crystal heaven, where Phæbus never shrouds Down at her royal feet; compose their jars, His golden beams, nor wraps his face in clouds. And on the growing Turk discharge these wars: But what so hard which numbers cannot force ? The Christian knights that sacred tomb should wrest So stoops the moon, and rivers change their course. From pagan hands, and triumph o'er the east: The bold Mæonian 3 made me dare to steep Our England's prince and Gallia's dolphin might Jore's dreadful temples in the dew of sleep. Like young Rinaldo and Tancredi fight: And, since the muses do invoke my power,
In single combat by their swords again I shall no more decline that sacred bower, The proud Argantes, and fierce Soldan, slain : Where Gloriana, their great mistress, lies : | Again might we their valiant deeds recite, But, gently taming those victorious eyes, And with your Tuscan Muse 4 exalt the fight. 1 Tbetis. 2 Æneas, 3 Homer.
UPON HER LANDING.
THE COUNTRY TO
With greater bounty, and more sacred state,
The banquets of the gods to celebrate.
But oh! what elocution might he use,
What potent charms, that could so soon infuse Madam, of all the sacred muse inspir'd
His absent master's love into the heart Orpheus alone could with the woods comply; Of Henrietta ! forcing her to part Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd,
From her lov'd brother, country, and the sun ; And nature's self, in those that could not lie:
And, like Camilla, o'er the waves to run Your beauty next our solitude invades,
Into his arms; while the Parisian dames And warms us, shining through the thickest shades. Mourn'd for the ravish'd glory; at her flames Nor ought the tribute, which the wondering court No less amaz'd, than the amaz'd stars,
Pays your fair eyes, prevail with you to scorn When the bold charmer of Thessalia wars The answer, and consent, to that report,
With heaven itself; and numbers does repeat, Which echo-like, the country does return: Which call descending Cynthia from her seat. Mirrors are taught to flatter, but our springs Present th' impartial images of things. A rural judge s dispos'd of beauty's prize ;
IN ANSWER TO ONE WHO WRIT A LIBE! AGAINST THE A simple shepherd was prefer'd to Jove:
COUNTESS OF CARLISLE.
What fury has provok'd thy wit to dare
With Diomede, to wound the queen of Love? To the bright Carlisle of the court of Heaven. Thy mistress' envy, or thine own despair ?
Not the just Pallas in thy breast did move
So blind a rage, with such a different fate:
He honour won, where thou hast purchas'd hate. Of every tree, that's worthy of the wound: She gave assistance to his Trojan foe; From Phoebus' rage, our shadows, and our streams,
Thou, that without a rival thou may'st love, May guard us better, than from Carlisle's beams. Dost to the beauty of this lady owe;
While after her the gazing world does move.
Or, is thy mistress not content with one ?
Hast thou not read of fairy Arthur's shield,
Which, but disclos'd, amaz'd the weaker eyes WAEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear,
Of proudest foes, and won the doubtful field ? But just so much as lets the sun appear;
So shall thy rebel wit become her prize. Heaven then would seem thy image, and reflect
Should thy iambics swell into a book, Those sable vestments, and that bright aspect.
All were confuted with one radiant look. A spark of virtue by the deepest shade
Heaven he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies; Of sad adversity is fairer made;
Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so Nor less advantage doth thy beauty get:
His noble brain, by likening to those eyes A Venus rising from a sea of jet!
His joyful beams: but Phæbus is thy foe;
So ill thou rhym'st against so fair a light.
OF HER CHAMBER.
And renders all within these walls alike : Had she been there, untimely joy, through all The high in titles, and the shepherd, here Men's hearts diffus'd, had marr'd the funeral. Forgets his greatness, and forgets his fear. Those eyes were made to banish grief: as well All stand amaz'd, and, gazing on the fair, Bright Phæbus might affect in shades to dwell, Lose thought of what themselves or others are : As they to put on sorrow: nothing stands,
Ambition lose ; and have no other scope, But power to grieve, exempt from thy commands. Save Carlisle's favour to employ their hope. [true If thou lament, thou must do so alone;
The Thracian could (though all those tales were Grief in thy presence can lay hold of none. The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders do: Yet still persist the memory to love
Before his feet so sheep and lions lay, Of that great Mercury of our mighty Jove: Fearless, and wrathless, while they heard him play. Who, by the power of his inchanting tongue, The gay, the wise, the gallant, and the grave, Swords from the hands of threatening monarchs Subdued alike, all but one passion have: War he prevented, or soon made it cease; [wrung. No worthy mind, but finds in her's there is Instructing princes in the arts of peace;
Something proportion'd to the rule of his : Such as made Sheba's curious queen resort While she with cheerful, but impartial grace, To the large-hearted Hebrew's 7 famous court. (Born for no one, but to delight the race Had Homer sat amongst his wondering guests, Of men) like Phoebus, so divides her light, He might have learn’d at those stupendous feasts, And warms us, that she stoops not from her height. $ Paris, Venus. 7 Solomon.