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You are the channel, where those spirits flow,
And work them higher, as to us they go.

In open profpect nothing bounds our eye,
Until the earth feems join'd unto the sky:
So in this hemifphere our utmost view
Is only bounded by our king and you :
Our fight is limited where you are join'd,
And beyond that no farther heav'n can find.
So well your virtues do with his agree,
That, though your orbs of diff'rent greatness be;
Yet both are for each other's use difpos'd,
His to inclofe, and yours to be inclos'd.
Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an emptinefs had come between.
Well may he then to you his cares impart,
And share his burden where he shares his heart.
In you his fleep still wakes; his pleasures find
Their share of bus'ness in your laboring mind.
So when the weary fun his place refigns,
He leaves his light, and by reflection fhines.

Justice, that fits and frowns where public laws Exclude foft mercy from a private cause,

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your tribunal most her felf does please; There only smiles becaufes fhe lives at ease;

And, like young David, finds her ftrength the more,
When difincumber'd from thofe arms fhe wore.
Heaven would our royal mafter should exceed
Moft in that virtue, which we most did need ;
And his mild father (who too late did find
All mercy vain but what with pow'r was join'd)
His fatal goodness left to fitter times,

Not to increase, but to abfolve, our crimes:
But when the heir of this vaft treasure knew
How large a legacy was left to you,
(Too great for any fubject to retain)

He wifely ty'd it to the crown again:

Yet, paffing through your hands, it gathers more, As ftreams, thro mines, bear tincture of their ore. While emperic politicians ufe deceit,

end:

Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat;
You boldly fhew that skill which they pretend,
And work by means as noble as your
Which should you veil, we might unwind the clue,
As men do nature, till we came to you.

And as the Indies were not found, before
Thofe rich perfumes, which, from the happy fhore,
upon their balmy wings convey'd,

The winds

Whose guilty sweetness first their world betray'd;

So by your counfels we are brought to view
A rich and undiscover'd world in you.
By you our monarch does that fame affure,
Which kings must have or cannot live fecure:
For profp'rous princes gain their fubjects heart,
Who love that praise in which themselves have
part.

By you he fits thofe fubjects to obey,
As heaven's eternal monarch does convey
His pow'r unseen, and man, to his defigns
By his bright ministers the stars, inclines..

Our setting fun, from his declining seat,
Shot beams of kindness on you, not of heat:
And, when his love was bounded in a few,
That were unhappy that they might be true,
Made you the favorite of his last fad times,
That is a fuff'rer in his fubjects crimes:
Thus those first favours you receiv'd, were fent,
Like heav'ns rewards in earthly punishment.

Yet fortune, conscious of your destiny,

E'en then took care to lay you foftly by;

And wrap'd your fate among her precious things,

Kept fresh to be unfolded with

your king's. Shewn all at once you dazzled so our eyes, As new-born Pallas did the gods furprize:

When, fpringing forth from Jove's new-clofing

wound,

She ftruck the warlike spear into the ground;
Which sprouting leaves did suddenly inclose,
And peaceful olives fhaded as they rose.

How ftrangely active are the arts of peace, Whose restless motions less than wars do cease! Peace is not freed from labour but from noife; And war more force, but not more pains employs: Such is the mighty fwiftnefs of your mind,

That, like the earth, it leaves our fenfe behind,
While you fo smoothly turn and rowl our sphere,
That rapid motion does but reft appear.
For, as in nature's fwiftnefs, with the throng
Of flying orbs while ours is born along,
All seems at reft to the deluded eye,
Mov'd by the foul of the fame harmony,
So, carry'd on by your unwearied care,
We reft in peace, and yet in motion share.
Let envy then thofe crimes within you fee,
From which the happy never must be free
Envy, that does with mifery refide,
The joy and the revenge of ruin'd pride.
Think it not hard, if at fo cheap a rate
You can fecure the conftancy of fate,

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Whose kindness fent what does their malice feem, By leffer ills the greater to redeem.

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Nor can we this weak fhow'r a tempeft call,
But drops of heat, that in the fun-shine fall.
You have already weary'd fortune so,
She cannot farther be your friend or foe
But fits all breathlefs, and admires to feel
A fate fo weighty, that it ftops our wheel.
In all things elfe above our humble fate,
Your equal mind yet fwells not into state,
But, like fome mountain in those happy ifles,
Where in perpetual fpring young nature smiles,
Your greatnefs fhews: no horror to affright,
But trees for fhade, and flowers to court the fight:
Sometimes the hill fubmits itself a while
In fmall defcents, which do its height beguile;
And fometimes mounts, but fo as billows play,
Whofe rife not hinders but makes fhort our way.
Your brow, which does no fear of thunder know,
Sees rowling tempefts vainly beat below;
And, like Olympus' top, the impreffion wears
Of love and friendship writ in former years.
Yet, unimpair'd with labors, or with time,
Your age but seems to a new youth to climb.

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