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BREDE OF DIVERS COLOURS... TO MY LORD PROTECTOR. 61 Torn from the root that nourish'd them a while Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies (Not taking notice of their fate) they smile, Through every land, that near the ocean lies; And, in the hand which rudely pluck'd them, show Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news Fairer than those that to their autumn grow: To all that piracy and rapine use. So love and beauty still that visage grace; Death cannot fright them from their
wonted place. Might hope to lift her head above the rest:
With such a chief the meanest nation blest,
What may be thought impossible to do
Angels and we have this prerogative,
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Twice twenty slender virgin-fingers twine
Of her own growth bath all that nature craves, This curious web, where all their fancies shine:
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. As Nature them, so they this shade have wrought, As Egypt does not on the clouds rely, Soft as their hands, and various as their thought. But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train disspread, So, what our Earth, and what our Heaven, denjes, He wooes the female to his painted bed;
Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies. No, not the bow, which so adorns the skies,
The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the scorching sun that makes it grows
And, without planting, drink of every vine.
To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, bither swims. OF THE PRESENT GREATNESS, AND JOINT INTEREST, OF Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow,
We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. WHILE with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; You bridle faction, and our hearts command, Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds : Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, Rome, though her eagle through the world had Make us unite, and make us conquer too: Could never make this island all her own. [flown, Let partial spirits still aloud complain,
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign, France-conquering Henry flourish'd, and now you; And own no liberty, but where they may
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, Without control upon their fellows prey.
Till Alexander came to urge their fate. Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face, When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd, To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race; He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide So has your highness, rais'd above the rest, Another yet: a world reserv'd for you, Storins of ambition, tossing us, represt.
To make more great than that he did subdue. Your drooping country, torn with civil hate, He safely might old troops to battle lead, Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state; Against th’ unwarlike Persian and the Mede, The seat of empire, where the Irish come,
Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. More spoils than honour to the victor yield. The sea's our own: and now, all nations greet, A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet:
The Caledonians, arm’d with want and cold,
Been from all ages kept for you to tame.
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; The greatest leader, and the greatest isle !
Our English iron holds them fast at home. Whether this portion of the world were rent, They, that henceforth must be content to know By the rude ocean, from the continent,
No warmer region than their hills of snow, Or thus created; it was sure design'd
May blame the sun; but must extol your grace, To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Which in our senate hath allow'd them place. Hither th' oppressed shall henceforth resort, Prefer'd by conquest, happily o'erthrown, Justice to crave, and succour, at your court ; Falling they rise, to be with us made one: And then your highness, not for ours alone, So kind dictators made, when they came home, But for the world's protector shall be known. Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
HIS HIGHNESS AND THIS NATION.
OF OUR LATE
Like favour find the Irish, with like fate
You! that had taught them to subdue their foes, Advanc'd to be a portion of our state;
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose : While by your valour, and your bounteous mind, To every duty could their minds engage, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Provoke their courage, and coinmand their rage. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, To be our out guard on the continent:
And angry grows, if he that first took pain She from her fellow-provinces would go,
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast, Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
He bends to him, but frights away the rest. In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, As the vex'd world, to find repose, at last Preventing posts, the terrour and the news, Itself into Augustus' arms did cast ; Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar: So England now does, with like toil opprest, But our conjunction makes them tremble more. Her weary head upon your bosom rest. Your never-failing sword made war to cease, Then let the Muses, with such notes as these, And now you heal us with the acts of peace; Instruct us what belongs unto our peace! Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, Your battles they hereafter shall indite, Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
And draw the image of our Mars in fight; Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won, Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, Than in restoring such as are undone :
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won; Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, How, while you thunderd, clouds of dust did choke But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare. Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, You strike with one hand, but you heal with both ; And every conqueror creates a Muse: Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve Here in low strains your milder deeds we sing ; You cannot make the dead again to live.
But there, my lord! we'll bays and olive bring When Fate or errour had our age misled, To crown your head, while you in triumph ride And o'er this nation such confusion spread; O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; The only care, which could from Heaven come down, While all your neighbour princes unto you, Was so much power and piety in one!
Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence and bow.
WAR WITH SPAIN,
AND FIRST VICTORY AT SEA NEAR ST. LUCAR, 1651. And practise first over yourself to reign.
Now, for some ages, had the pride of Spain Your private life did a just pattern give,
Made the sun shine on half the world in vain, How fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live;
While she bid war to all, that durst supply Born to command, your princely virtues slept,
The place of those her cruelty made die. Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
Of Nature's bounty men forbore to taste, But when your troubled country call'd you forth, And the best portion of the carth lay waste. Your flaming courage and your matchless worth, From the new world, her silver and her gold Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
Came, like a tempest, to confound the old. To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Feeding with these the brib'd electors' hopes, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Alone she gives us emperors and popes : Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you ;
With these accomplishing her vast designs, Chang'd like the world's great scene ! when without Europe was shaken with her Indian mines. poise,
When Britain, looking with a just disdain The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain,
And, knowing well that empire must decline, Had you, some ages past, this race of glory Whose chief
support and sinews are of coin, Run, with amazement we should read your story: Her native force and virtue did oppose, But living virtue, all achievements past,
To the rich troublers of the world's repose. Meets envy still, to grapple with at last.
And now some months, incamping on the main, This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age, Our naval army had besieged Spain : With losing him, went back to blood and rage: They, that the whole world's monarchy design'd, Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
Are to their ports by our bold fleet confind, But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
From whence our Red Cross they triumphant see, That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars
Riding without a rival on the sea. Gave a dim light to violence and wars ;
Others may use the ocean as their road, To such a tempest as now threatens all,
Only the English make it their abode, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.
Whose ready sails with every wind can fly,
And make a covenant with th' inconstant sky : If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Our oaks secure, as if they there took root, Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord; We tread on billows with a steady foot. What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, Meanwhile, the Spaniards in America To rule victorious armies, but by you?
Near to the line the sun approaching saw,
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR... TO THE KING. 65 And hop'd their European coasts to find
And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve,
The labouring winds drive slowly tow'rds their fate. With laurels in his hand, and half Peru.
Our great protector hath such wreaths enough:
Then let it be, as the glad nation prays:
Arriv'd, they soon begin that tragic play, With ermin clad and purple, let him hold
A royal sceptre, made of Spanish gold.
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR.
We must resign! Heaven his great soul doth claim
And trees, uncut, fall for his funeral pile;
On Deta's top thus Hercules lay dead,
With ruin'd oaks and pines about him spread.
On his victorious head, lay prostrate there.
Those his last fury from the mountain rent:
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
The ancient way of conquering abroad.
Ungrateful then! if we no tears allow
To him, that gave us peace and empire too.
And, sighing, swell'd the sea with such a breath,
That, to remotest shores her billows rollid,
TO THE KING,
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.
He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.
But your full majesty at once breaks forth
Your youth, and all the splendour of your state,
With such a food of light invade our eyes,
You must not, sir! too hastily forgive.
Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy, 10 All from this line was added after 1651. . Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty Land,
But while we praise you, you ascribe it all Like fainting Esther, does before you stand, To his high hand, which threw the untouch'd wall Watching your sceptre: the revolted Sea
Of self-demolish'd Jericho so low: Trembles, to think she did your foes obey. His angel 'twas, that did before you go, Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late, Tam'd savage hearts, and made affections yield, In a wild rage, became the scorn and hate Like ears of corn when wind salutes the field. Of her proud neighbours, who began to think, Thus, patience-crown'd, like Job's, your trouble She with the weight of her own force would sink.
ends, But you are come, and all their hopes are vain; Having your foes to pardon, and your friends : This Giant Isle has got her eye again.
For, though your courage were so firm a rock, Now, she might spare the ocean, and oppose What private virtue could endure the shock? Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes.
Like your great master, you the storm withstood, Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
And pity'd those who love with frailty show'd. Dangers abroad; and now, your thunders shall. Rude Indians, torturing all the royal race, Princes that saw you different passions prove, Him with the throne and dear-bought sceptre grace For now they dread the object of their love, That sufiers best : what region could be found, Nor without envy can behold his height,
Where your heroic head had not been crown'd? Whose conversation was their late delight.
The next experience of your mighty mind So Semele, contented with the rape
Is, how you combat Fortune now she's kind : Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape,
And this way too you are victorious found ; When she beheld his hands with lightning fillid, She flatters with the same success she frown'd. And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd. While, to yourself severe, to others kind,
And though it be our sorrow and our crime, With power unbounded, and a will confin'd, To have accepted life so long a time
Of this vast empire you possess the care, Without you here; yet does this absence gain The softer parts fall to the people's share. No small advantage to your present reign:, Safety and equal government are things, For, having view'd the persons and the things, Which subjects make as happy, as their kings. The councils, state, and strength, of Europe's kings, Faith, Law, and Piety (that banish'd train!) You know your work; ambition to restrain, Justice and Truth, with you return again : And set them bounds, as Heaven does to the main. The city's trade, and country's easy life, We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught, Once more shall flourish, without fraud or strife. Not such as books, but such as practice, taught. Your reign no less assures the ploughman's peace, So the lost Sun, while least by us enjoy'd,
Than the warm sun advances his increase ; Is the whole night for our concerns employ'd : And does the shepherds as securely keep, He ripens spices, fruit, and precious gums, From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep. Which from remotest regions hither comes.
But above all, the muse-inspired train This seat of yours (from th'other world remov'd) Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again : Had Archimedes known, he might have prov'd Kind Heaven at once has, in your person, sent His engine's force, fix'd here; your power and skill | Their sacred judge, their guard, and argument. Make the world's motion wait upon your will. Much suffering monarch ! the first English-born,
Nec magis expressi vultus per ahenea signa, That has the crown of these three nations worn!
Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum
ON ST. JAMES'S PARK,
AS LATELY IMPROVED BY HIS MAJESTY 2.
Plants set by Heaven are vanish'd, and the ground;
Of lines that shall thris Paradise relate ? So th' injur'd Sea, which from her wonted course, Instead of rivers rolling by the side To gain some acres, avarice did force,
Of Eden's garden, here flows in the tide: If the new banks, neglected once, decay,
The sea, which always serv'd his empire, now . No longer will from her old channel stay;
Pays tribute to our prince's pleasure too. Raging, the late-got land she overflows,
Of famous cities we the founders know; And all that's built upon't to ruin goes.
But rivers, old as seas to which they go, Ofienders now, the chiefest, do begin
Are Nature's bounty: 'tis of more renown To strive for grace, and expiate their sin :
To make a river, than to build a town. All winds blow fair, that did the world embroil ; For future shade, young trees upon the banks Your vipers treacle yield, and scorpions oil. Of the new stream appear in even ranks :
If then such praise the Macedonian 'got, The voice of Orpheus, or Amphion's hand, For having rudely cut the Gordian knot ;
In better order could not make them stand. What glory's due to him, that could divide May they increase as fast, and spread their boughs, Such ravell'd interests ? has the knot unty'd, As the high fame of their great owner grows ! And, without stroke, so smooth a passage made, May he live long enough to see them all Where craft and malice such impeachments laid? Dark shadows cast, and as his palace tall ! 1 Alexander.
* First printed in folio, 1661.
OF THE INVASION AND DEFEAT OF THE TURKS.
65 Methinks I see the love that shall be made, The structure by a prelate 4 rais'd, Whitehall, The lovers walking in that amorous shade : Built with the fortune of Rome's capitol: The gallants dancing by the river side;
Both, disproportion'd to the present state They bathe in summer, and in winter slide. Of their proud founders, were approv'd by Pate. Methinks I hear the music in the boats,
Prom hence he does that antique pile s behold, And the loud Echo which returns the notes : Where royal heads receive the sacred gold: While, overhead, a flock of newsprung fowl It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep; Hangs in the air, and does the Sun controul; There made like gods, like mortals there they sleep: Dark’ning the sky, they hover o'er 3, and shrowd Making the circle of their reign complete, The wanton sailors with a feather'd cloud.
Those suns of empire! where they rise, they set. Beneath, a shoal of silver fishes glides,
When others fell, this, standing, did presage And plays about the gilded barges' sides : - The crown should triumph over pop'lar rage: The ladies angling in the crystal lake,
Hard by that house", where all our ills were shap'd, Feast on the waters with the prey they take: Th’ auspicious temple stood, and yet escap'd. At once victorious with their lines and eyes, So, snow on Ætna does unmelted lie, They make the fishes and the men their prize. Whence rolling flames and scatter'd cinders fly; A thousand Cupids on the billows ride,
The distant country in the ruin shares, And sea-nymphs enter with the swelling tide: What falls fromHeaven the burning mountain spares. From Thetis sent as spies, to make report,
Next, that capacions hall 7 he sees, the room And tell the wonders of her sov'reign's court. Where the whole nation does for justice come; All that can, living, feed the greedy eye,
Under whose large roof flourishes the gown,
His flock subjected to his view below :
And with himself, his best adviser, talks :
For mending laws, and for restoring trade: Winter's dark prison, whence he cannot fly, Or, how his brows may be with laurel charg'd, Though the warm Spring, bis enemy, draws nigh. For nations conquer'd, and our bounds enlarg'd. Strange! that extremes should thus preserve the Of ancient prudence here he ruminates, High on the Alps, and in deep caves below. (snow, Of rising kingdoms, and of falling states:
Here a well-polish'd Mall gives us the joy, What ruling arts gave great Augustns fame, To see our prince his matchless force employ;
And how Alcides purchas'd such a name. His manly posture, and his graceful mien,
His eyes, upon his native palace 8 bent, Vigour and youth in all his motions seen;
Close by, suggest a greater argument: His shape so lovely, and his limbs so strong, His thoughts rise higher, when he does reflect Confirm our hopes we shall obey him long.
On what the world may from that star expect, No sooner has he touch'd the flying ball,
Which at his birth appear'd; to let us see, But 'tis already more than half the Mall:
Day, for his sake, coulil with the night agree: And such a fury from his arm has got,
A prince, on whom such different lights did smile, As from a smoking culverin 'twere shot.
Born the divided world to reconcile! May that ill fate his enemies befall
Whatever Heaven, or high-extracted blood, To stand before his anger or his ball!
Could promise, or foretell, he will make good : Near this my Muse, what most delights her, sees Reform these nations, and improve them more, A living gallery of aged trees;
Than this fair Park, from what it was before.
INVASION AND DEFEAT OF TILE And, by frequenting sacred groves, grew wise.
IN THE YEAR 1683.
The modern Nimrod, with a safe delight
Would Christians chase, and sacrifice to Fame. The world, from India to the frozen North,
A prince, with eunuchs and the softer sex Concern'd in what this solitude brings forth. Shut up so long, would warlike nations vex, His fancy objects from his view receives ;
Provoke the German, and, neglecting Heaven, The prospect thought and contemplation gives. Forget the truce for which his oath was given. That seat of empire bere salutes his eye, To which three kingdoms do themselves apply; 4 Cardinal Wolsey. 5 Westminster Abbey.
6 House of Commons. 7 We tinjaster Hall." 3 lu fol. edit. 'the air they hoyer,' &c.
St. James's. VOL. VIII.