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Godlike his courage seem'd, whom nor delight New courage from reviving hope they take,
Could soften, nor the face of Death affright: And, climbing o'er the waves, that taper make,
Next to the power of making tempests cease, On which the hope of all their lives depends,
Was in that storm to have so calm a peace. As his on that fair hero's hand extends.
Great Maro could no greater tempest feign, The ship at anchor, like a fixed rock, [knock
When the loud winds, usurping on the main Breaks the proud billows which her large sides
For angry Juno, labour'd to destroy

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
As through the wond'ring world she flew, and told For private sorrow in a prince's face:
Of his adventures, haughty, brave, and bold, Yet, that his piece might not exceed belief,
Some had already touch'd the royal maid,

He cast a veil upon supposed grief.
But Love's first summons seldom are obey'd : 'Twas want of such a precedent as this,
Light was the wound, the prince's care unknown, Made the old heathen frame their gods amiss.
She might not, would not, yet reveal her own. Their Phæbus should not act a fonder part
His glorious name had so possest her ears,

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?

2 Venus.

3 Achilles.

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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,
Another nat on, as to touch our soil.

Than did his temple in the sea of time;
Should Nature's self invade the world again, Our nation's glory, and our nation's crime.
And o'er the centre spread the liquid main, When the first monarch of this happy isle,
Thy power were safe; and her destructive hand Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile,
Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command : This work of cost and piety begun,
Thy dreadful feet would style thee lord of all, To be accomplish'd by his glorious son:
And ride in triumph o'er the drowned ball :

Who all that came within the ample thought
Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go, Of his wise sire has to perfection brought.
And visit mountains, where they once did grow. He, like Amphion, makes those quarries leap

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
To thee his chosen, more indulgent, he
Dares trust such power with so much piety. Cities their lutes, and subjects' hearts their strings;

On which with so divine a hand they strook,
Consent of motion from their breath they took:
So, all our minds with his conspire to grace

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
...... Sic gratia Regum

Of men, in any mortal breast did burn;
Pieriis tentata modis.......

Nor shall, till piety and they return.



Tue lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build
OCCASIONED UPON SIGHT OF HER MAJESTY'S PICTURE. Her humble nest, lies silent in the field:
Well fare the hand! which to our humble sight

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;
In human breasts might qualify that fire,

For life it had, and like those jewels shone:
Which, kindled by those eyes, had flamed higher,
Than when the scorched world like hazard run,

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:
But as their meanness larger hope imparts:

This makes her bleeding patients to accuse
Your beauty more the fondest lover moves
With admiration, than his private loves ;

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,
Heaven, that preferr'd a sceptre to your hand,

Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies ?
Favour'd our freedom more than your command:
Beauty had crown'd you, and you must

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
All had been rivals, and you might have spard,
Or kill'd, and tyranniz'd, without a guard.

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.
Equals Love's empire, both in heaven and earth:

All her affections are to one inclin'd;
Such eyes as your's, on Jove himself have thrown
As bright and fierce a lightning as his own:

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,
When, like a lion, finding, in his way
To some intended spoil, a fairer prey;

No sweeter look than this propitious queen.
The royal youth, pursuing the report

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,
Poor sheep from tempests, and their shepherds, May boast himself the brightest thing that shines.
The royal bird possesses all the boughs, (shields:
But shade and shelter to the flock allows.
Joy of our age, and safety of the next!

For which so oft thy fertile womb is vext :
Nobly contented, for the public good,

Ye gods, that have the power
To waste thy spirits, and diffuse thy blood:

To trouble and compose
What vast hopes may these islands entertain, All that's beneath your bower,
Where monarchs, thus descended, are to reiga! Calm silence on the seas, on earth, impose.
Led by commanders of so fair a line,

Fair Venus, in thy soft arms
Our seas no longer shall our power confine.

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.
The man to whom great Maro gives such fame,
From the bigh bed of heavenly Venus came: Great goddess, give this thy sacred island rest,
And our next Charles, whom all the stars design

Make heaven smile,
Like wonders to accomplish, spring from thine. That no storm disturb us, while

Thy chief care, our halcyon, builds her nest.
Great Gloriana! fair Gloriana!.

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,
My charge it is those breaches to repair,
Which nature takes from sorrow, toil, and care:
Rest to the limbs, and quiet, I confer
On troubled minds : but nought can add to her,
Whom Heaven, and her transcendent thoughts, have

Above those ills which wretched mortals taste.

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,
And not his mother with more haste obeys. As erst Latona (who fair Cynthia bore)
Such real pleasures, such true joys suspense, To Delos was: here shines a nymph as bright,
What dream can I present to recompense? By thee disclos'd, with like increase of light.

Should I with lightning fill her awful hand, Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd?
And make the clouds seem all at ber command: Or why did you so much regard the wind ?
Or place her in Olympus' top, a guest

Scarce could the ocean (though inrag'd) have tost
Among th' immortals, who with nectar feast : Thy sovereign bark, but where th' obsequious coast
That power would seem, that entertainment, short Pays tribute to thy bed : Rome's conquering hand
Of the true splendour of her present court: More vanquish'd nations under her command
Where all the joys, and all the glories, are, Never reduc'd: here Berecynthia so!
Of three great kingdoms, sever'd from the care. Among her deathless progeny did go:
1, that of fumes and humid vapours made, A wreath of towers adorn'd her reverend head,
Ascending do the seat of sense invade,

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.

4 Tasso.





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:

Down to the mountains from the partial skies
Came Juno, Pallas, and the queen of Love,

What fury has provok'd thy wit to dare
To plead for that, which was so justly given

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
Carlisle ! a name which all our woods are taught,
Loud as their Amarillis, to resound:

So blind a rage, with such a different fate:
Carlisle ! a name which on the bark is wrought

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.
Canst thou not be content to love alone?

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;
Such was th' appearance of new-formed light, And neither aids thy fancy nor thy sight;
While yet it struggled with eternal night.

So ill thou rhym'st against so fair a light.
Then mourn no more, lest thou admit increase
Of glory, by thy noble lord's decease.

We find not, that the laughter-loving dame 6 They taste of death, that do at heaven arrive;
Mourn'd for Anchises; 'twas enough she came But we this paradise approach alive.
To grace the mortal with her deathless bed, Instead of Death, the dart of Love does strike;
And that his living eyes such beauty fed :

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.

& Orpheus.


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