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Ere empire's arts their breasts had civiliz'd. Inur'd to suffer ere he came to reign, How great were then our Charles his woes, No rash procedure will his actions stain. who thus
To bus'ness ripen'd by digestive thought, Was forc'd to suffer for himself and us! His future rule is into method brought; 90 He, toss'd by fate, and hurried up and As they who first proportion understand, down,
With easy practice reach a master's hand. Heir to his father's sorrows, with his Well might the ancient poets then confer crown,
On Night the honor'd name of Counselor, Could taste no sweets of youth's desired Since struck with rays of prosp'rous fortune age;
blind, But found his life too true a pilgrimage. We light alone in dark afflictions find. Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn estate, In such adversities to scepters train'd, His manly courage overcame his fate. The name of Great his famous grandsire His wounds he took, like Romans, on his
Who yet a king alone in name and right, Which by his virtue were with laurels With hunger, cold, and angry Jove did dress'd.
fight; As souls reach heav'n while yet in bodies Shock'd by a Covenanting League's vast pent,
pow'rs, So did he live above his banishment. As holy and as catholic as ours: That sun, which we beheld with cozen'de
leyes Till Fortune's fruitless spite had made it Within the water, mov'd along the skies.
known, How easy 't is, when Destiny proves kind, Her blows not shook but riveted his throne. With full-spread sails to run before the Some lazy ages, lost in sleep and ease, wind !
No action leave to busy chronicles: But those that 'gainst stiff gales laveering Such, whose supine felicity but makes go,
In story chasms, in epoches mistakes: Must be at once resolv'd and skilful too. O’er whom Time gently shakes his wings of He would not, like soft Otho, hope prevent,
down, But stay'd and suffer'd Fortune to repent. Till with his silent sickle they are mown. These virtues Galba in a stranger sought, Such is not Charles bis too too active age, And Piso to adopted empire brought. Which, govern'd by the wild distemper'd How shall I then my doubtful thoughts
Of some black star infecting all the skies, That must his suff'rings both regret and Made him at his own cost like Adam wise. bless!
Tremble, ye nations, who, secure before, For when his early valor Heav'n had Laugh'd at those arms that 'gainst ourcross'd,
selves we bore: And all at Worc'ster but the honor lost, Rous'd by the lash of his own stubborn Forc'd into exile from his rightful throne,
tail, He made all countries where he came his Our lion now will foreign foes assail. own;
With alga who the sacred altar strows ? And viewing monarchs' secret arts of
sway, To all the sea-gods Charles an off’ring A royal factor for their kingdoms lay. Thus banishid David spent abroad his time, A bull to thee, Portunus, shall be slain, When to be God's anointed was his crime; 80 A lamb to you, the tempests of the main: And, when restor'd, made his proud neigh- For those loud storms that did against him
bors rue Those choice remarks he from his travels Have cast his shipwrack'd vessel on the drew.
shore. Nor is he only by afflictions shown
Yet as wise artists mix their colors so, To conquer others' realms, but rule his own: That by degrees they from each other go: Recov'ring bardly what he lost before, Black steals unheeded from the neighb'ring His right indears it much; his purchase white,
Without offending the well-cozen'd sight:
So on us stole our blessed change, while The springs of motion from the seat of sense.
'T was not the hasty product of a day, Th’ effect did feel, but scarce the manner But the well-ripen'd fruit of wise delay. 170
He, like a patient angler, ere he strook, Frosts that constrain the ground, and birth Would let them play a while upon the hook. deny
Our healthful food the stomach labors thus, To flow'rs that in its womb expecting lie, At first embracing what it straight doth Do seldom their usurping pow'r withdraw,
crush. But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw. Wise leeches will not vain receipts obtrude, Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd While growing pains pronounce the humors away,
crude; But lost in kindly heat of lengthen’d day. Deaf to complaints, they wait upon the ill, Heav'n would no bargain for its blessings Till some safe crisis authorize their skill. drive,
Nor could his acts too close a vizard wear, But what we could not pay for, freely give. To scape their eyes whom guilt had taught The Prince of Peace would, like himself,
to fear, confer
And guard with caution that polluted nest, A gift unhop'd without the price of war: 140 Whence Legion twice before was disposYet, as he knew his blessing's worth, took
Once sacred house; which when they enter'd That we should know it by repeated pray’r; in, Which stom'd the skies, and ravish'd They thought the place could sanctify a sin; Charles from thence,
Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n As heav'n itself is took by violence.
would wink, Booth's forward valor only serv'd to show While to excess on martyrs' tombs they He durst that duty pay we all did owe:
drink. Th' attempt was fair; but Heav'n's prefixed And as devouter Turks first warn their souls hour
To part, before they taste forbidden bowls; Not come: so, like the watchful travelour So these, when their black crimes they went That by the moon's mistaken light did rise,
about, Lay down again, and clos'd his weary eyes. First timely charm’d their useless conscience 'T was Monk whom Providence design'd to
Religion's name against itself was made; Those real bonds false freedom did impose. The shadow sery'd the substance to invade: The blessed saints that watch'd this turning Like zealous missions, they did care pretend scene,
Of souls in shew, but made the gold their end. Did from their stars with joyful wonder Th' incensed pow'rs beheld with scorn from lean,
high To see small clues draw vastest weights An heaven so far distant from the sky, along,
Which durst, with horses' hoofs that beat Not in their bulk, but in their order strong. the ground, Thus pencils can by one slight touch restore And martial brass, bely the thunder's sound. Smiles to that changed face that wept be- ’T was hence at length just vengeance fore.
thought it fit With ease such fond chimæras we pursue To speed their ruin by their impious wit. 200 As fancy frames for fancy to subdue; Thus Sforza, curst with a too fertile brain, But when ourselves to action we betake, Lost by his wiles the pow'r his wit did gain. It shuns the mint like gold that chymists Henceforth their fogue must spend at lesser make.
rate How hard was then his task, at once to be Then in its flames to wrap a nation's fate. What in the body natural we see.
Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots set, Man's architect distinctly did ordain A virtuous shame within us to beget. The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the For by example most we sinn'd before, brain,
And glass-like clearness mix'd with frailty Thro' viewless conduits spirits to dispense,
But since reform'd by what we did amiss, The British Amphitrite, smooth and clear, We by our suff'rings learn to prize our
In richer azure never did appear; bliss:
Proud her returning prince to entertain Like early lovers, whose unpractic'd hearts With the submitted fasces of the main. Were long the may-game of malicious arts, When once they find their jealousies were And welcome now, great monarch, to your vain,
own; With double heat renew their fires again. Behold th' approaching cliffs of Albion: 'T was this produc'd the joy that hurried o’er It is no longer motion cheats your view, Such swarms of English to the neighb’ring As you meet it, the land approacheth you. shore,
The land returns, and in the white it wears To fetch that prize, by which Batavia made The marks of penitence and sorrow bears. So rich amends for our impoverish'd trade. But you, whose goodness your descent doth O had you seen from Scheveline's barren
Your heav'nly parentage and earthly too; (Crowded with troops, and barren now no By that same mildness which your father's
more,) Afflicted Holland to his farewell bring Before did ravish, shall secure your own. True sorrow, Holland to regret a king, Not tied to rules of policy, you find While waiting him his royal fleet did ride, Revenge less sweet then a forgiving mind. And willing winds to their low'r'd sails de- Thus, when th' Almighty would to Moses nied.
give The wavering streamers, flags, and standart A sight of all he could behold and live; out,
A voice before his entry did proclaim The merry
seamen's rude but cheerful Long-suff 'ring, goodness, mercy, in his name. shout;
Your pow'r to justice doth submit your And last, the cannons' voice that shook the skies,
Your goodness only is above the laws; And, as it fares in sudden ecstasies,
Whose rigid letter, while pronounc'd by At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.
you, The Naseby, now no longer England's Is softer made. So winds that tempests sbame,
brew, But better to be lost in Charles his name, When thro’ Arabian groves they take their (Like some unequal bride in nobler sheets)
flight, Receives her lord; the joyful London Made wanton with rich odors, lose their meets
spite. The princely York, himself alone a freight; And as those lees that trouble it, refine The Swift-sure groans beneath great Gloc- The agitated soul of generous wine: ster's weight.
So tears of joy, for your returning spilt, Secure as when the halcyon breeds, with Work out and expiate our former guilt. these
Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's He that was born to drown might cross the strand,
Who, in their haste to welcome you to Heav'n could not own a Providence, and
Chok'd up the beach with their still growThe wealth three nations ventur'd at a
ing store, stake.
And made a wilder torrent on the shore; The same indulgence Charles his voyage While, spurr'd with eager thoughts of past bless'd,
delight, Which in his right had miracles confess'd. Those who had seen you court a second The winds that never moderation knew,
sight; Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Preventing still your steps, and making Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
haste Their straighten'd lungs, or conscious of To meet you often, wheresoe'er you pass'd. their charge.
How shall I speak of that triumphant day
TO MY HONORD FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD
LE When you renew'd th’expiring pomp of Their wealthy trade from pirates' rapine May !
free, (A month that owns an intrest in your Our merchants shall no more advent'rers be; name:
Nor in the farthest East those dangers fear You and the flow’rs are its peculiar claim.) Which humble Holland must dissemblete That stir that at your birth shone out so
Spain to your gift alone her Indies owes, It staind the duller sun's meridian light, For what the pow'rful takes not he beDid oma e agail its potent fires renew,
stows: Guiding our eyes to find and worship you. And France, that did an exile's presence fear,
And how I me's whiter series is begun, May justly apprehend you still too near. Which in soft centuries shall smoothly run: At home the hateful names of parties cease, Those leuels that overcast your morn shall And factious souls are wearied into peace.
The discontented now are only they Dispel va farthest corners of the sky. Whose crimes before did your just cause Our nition, with united int'rest blest,
betray: Not new content to poise, shall sway the Of those your edicts some reclaim from sins, a spest.
But most your life and blest example wins, Abod your empire shall no limits know, O happy prince, whom Heav'n hath taught But, like the sea, in boundless circles flow. You much-lov’d fleet shall with a wide By paying vows, to have more vows to pay ! eommand
O happy age ! O times like those alone Beziege the petty monarchs of the land; By fate reserv'd for great Augustus' throne ! And as old Time his offspring swallow'd When the joint growth of arms and arts down,
foreshew Our deean in its depths all seas shall drown. The world a monarch, and that monarch you. uredno fasion of image &
rokov here - forestadores Mature Dept. TOMY HONOR'D FRIEND SIR
Then paint adds charms unto a beauteous ROBERT HOWARD, ON HIS
face. EXCELLENT POEMS
Yet as, when mighty rivers gently creep,
Their even calmness does suppose them This complimentary poem is inserted in a
deep; valame entitled, Poems, viz. 1. A Panegyrick Such is your Muse: no metaphor swell’d high to the King. 2. Songs and Sonnets. 3. The With dangerous boldness lifts her to the sky: Band Lady, a Comedy. 4. The Fourth Book Those mounting fancies, when they fall of irgil. 5. Statius his Achilleis, with An
again, nections. 6. A Panegyrick to Generall Monck.
Shew sand and dirt at bottom do remain. By the Honorable S' Robert Howard. London, P unted for Henry Herringman, 1660. It is
So firm a strength, and yet withal so sweet,
Did never but in Samson's riddle meet. sly wed John Driden. It forms the first proof of Dryden's intimacy with the family of
'T is strange each line so great a weight Thomas, Earl of Berkshire, father of Sir
should bear, Robert Howard and of the Lady Elizabeth And yet no sign of toil, no sweat appear. Howard, the poet's future wife.]
Either your art hides art, as Stoics feign
Then least to feel, when most they suffer As there is music uninform’d by art
pain; In those wild notes, which, with a merry And we, dull souls, admire, but cannot see heart,
What hidden springs within the engine be; The birds in unfrequented shades express, Or 't is some happiness that still pursues Who, better taught at home, yet please us Each act and motion of your graceful Muse. less:
Or is it fortune's work, that in your head So in your verse a native sweetness dwells, The curious net * that is for fanWhich shames com posure, and its art excels. cies spread, Singing no more can your soft numbers grace Lets thro’ its meshes every meaner thought,
Annot ations on Statitas.
While rich ideas there are only caught? Who, dress'd by Statius in too bold a look, Sure that's not all: this is a piece too fair Did ill become those virgin's robes he To be the child of chance, and not of care.
took. No atoms casually together hurld
To understand how much we owe to you, Could e'er produce so beautiful a world. We must your numbers with your author's Nor dare I such a doctrine here admit,
view; As would destroy the providence of wit.
Then we shall see his work lamely 'T is your strong genius then which does rough, not feel
Each figure stiff, as if desigu'd in buff; Those weights would make a weaker spirit His colors laid so thick on every place, reel.
As only shew'd the paint, but hid the face. To carry weight, and run so lightly too, But as in perspective we beauties se e, Is what alone your Pegasus can do. Which in the glass, not in the picture, be; Great Hercules himself could ne'er do So here our sight obligingly mistake s more,
That wealth which his your bounty only Than not to feel those heav'ns and gods he
Thus vulgar dishes are by cooks disguis'd, | Your easier odes, which for delight were More for their dressing than their subpenn'd,
stance priz'd. Yet our instruction make their second end: Your curious notes
so search We're both enrich'd and pleas'd, like them
into that age, that woo
When all was fable but the sacred pa ge, | At once a beauty and a fortune too.
That, since in that dark night we geeds Of moral knowledge Poesy was queen,
must stray, And still she might, had wanton wits not We are at least misled in pleasant way. been;
But what we most admire, your verse ng less Who, like ill guardians, liv'd themselves at The prophet than the poet doth confessi. large,
Ere our weak eyes discern'd the doubtful And, not content with that, debauch'd their
Of light, you saw great Charles his mornLike some brave captain, your successful pen
ing break. Restores the exil'd to her crown again; 50 So skilful seamen ken the land from far', And gives us hope, that having seen the Which shews like mists to the dull pasdays
senger. When nothing flourish'd but fanatic bays, To Charles your Muse first pays her duteous All will at length in this opinion rest:
love, “ A sober prince's government is best." As still the ancients did begin from Jovo. This is not all; your art the way has With Monk you end, whose name preserv'd found
shall be, To make improvement of the richest As Rome recorded Rufus' * Hic situs est
Rufus, qui ground,
pulso Vindice That soil which those immortal laurels Who thought it greater honor quondam, bore,
Imperium asThat once the sacred Maro's temples wore. His country's interest than the sed patriæ. Elisa's griefs are so express'd by you,
world to sway. They are too eloquent to have been true. 60 But to write worthy things of worthy men, Had she so spoke, Æneas had obey'd Is the peculiar talent of your pen: What Dido, rather then what Jove, had Yet let me take your mantle up, and I said.
Will venture in your right to prophesy. If funeral rites can give a ghost repose, Your muse so justly has discharged those, “ This work, by merit first of fame secure, Elisa's shade may now its wand'ring cease, Is likewise happy in its geniture: And claim a title to the fields of
For, since 't is born when Charles ascends But if Æneas be oblig'd, no less
the throne, Your kindness great Achilles doth confess; It shares at once his fortune and its own."
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