Such was the sacred Tetragrammaton. Things worthy silence must not be reveal'd: Thus the true name of Rome was kept conceal'd, To shun the spells and sorceries of those 200 But when his tender strength in time shall rise 205 The artillery of heaven shall make him known; * Crete could not hold the god, when Jove was grown. As Jove's increase,† who from his brain was born, Whom arms and arts did equally adorn, Free of the breast was bred, whose milky taste Minerva's name to Venus had debas'd; So this imperial babe rejects the food That mixes monarch's with plebeian blood: Food that his inborn courage might control, Extinguish all the father in his soul, And, for his Estian race, and Saxon strain, Might reproduce some second Richard's reign. 215 * Candie, where Jupiter was born and bred secretly. Orig. ed. + Pallas, or Minerva, said by the poets to have been bred up by hand. Orig. ed. 197 the sacred Tetragrammaton] Jehovah, or the name God, unlawful to be pronounced by the Jews. Orig. ed. 199 Thus the true name of Rome was kept conceal'd] Some authors say, that the true name of Rome was kept a secret: Ne hostes incantamentis deos elicerent. Orig. ed. Mildness he shares from both his parents' blood: Thus far the furious transport of the news Swift to foretell whatever she desir'd. 220 225 230 And read the book which angels cannot read? As, when pent vapours run their hollow round, Earthquakes, which are convulsions of the ground, Break bellowing forth, and no confinement brook, Till the third settles what the former shook; * The sudden false report of the prince's death. Orig. ed. + Those giants are feigned to have grown fifteen ells every day. Orig. ed. Such heavings had our souls; till, slow and late, * So ere the Shunamite a son conceiv'd, The prophet promis'd, and the wife believ'd. 250 A son was sent, the son so much desir'd; But soon upon the mother's knees expir'd. The troubled Seer approach'd the mournful door, Ran, pray'd, and sent his pastoral staff before, Then stretch'd his limbs upon the child, and mourn'd, Till warmth, and breath, and a new soul return'd. Thus mercy stretches out her hand, and saves Desponding Peter sinking in the waves. As when a sudden storm of hail and rain Beats to the ground the yet unbearded grain, 260 Think not the hopes of harvest are destroy'd On the flat field, and on the naked void; The light, unloaded stem, from tempest freed, Will raise the youthful honours of his head; And, soon restor❜d by native vigour, bear The timely product of the bounteous year. 265 Nor yet conclude all fiery trials past: For Heaven will exercise us to the last Sometimes will check us in our full career, With doubtful blessings, and with mingled fear; That, still depending on his daily grace His every mercy for an alms may pass, * In 2 Kings, iv. Orig. ed. With sparing hands will diet us to good; 275 True, this last blessing was a royal feast; Prompt to revenge, not daring to forgive, 280 285 And vainly thought the present ark* their guard; By living well, let us secure his days, 300 But charity, and great examples gain. Forgiveness is our thanks for such a day, 'Tis godlike God in his own coin to pay. 310. But you, propitious queen, translated here, Nor can I wish to you, great monarch, more 315 320 325 The Royal Sovereign wants an anchor yet. 330 And when the exhausted land can yield no more, |