And with this beauteous lady you may gain

(This lady, that alone

Of greater value is than any throne)
Without that rapine, guilt, and hate,

By a calm and even fate,

That empire, which they did fo fhort a while maintain.

THE MAN OF

HONOU R.

Occafioned by a Poftfcript of Penn's Letter.

OT all the threats or favour of a crown,

NOT

A prince's whifper, or a tyrant's frown,
Can awe the fpirit, or allure the mind,

Of him, who to ftrict honour is inclin'd.
Though all the pomp and pleafure that does wait
On public places, and affairs of state,

Should fondly court him to be bafe and great;
With even paffions, and with fettled face,
He would remove the harlot's falfe embrace.
Though all the ftorms and tempefts fhould arife,
That church-magicians in their cells advice,
And from their fettled bafis nations tear,
He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear;
Secure in innocence contemn them all,
And decently array'd in honours fall.

For this, brave Shrewsbury and Lumley's name
Shall ftand the foremost in the lift of faine;
Who firft with fteady minds the current broke,
And to the fuppliant monarch boldly fpoke;

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"Great Sir, renown'd for conftancy, how just “Have we obey'd the crown, and serv'd our trust, "Efpous'd your cause and interest in diftrefs, "Yourself muft witness, and our foes confefs! "Permit us then ill-fortune to accufe, "That you at last unhappy councils use, "And ask the only thing we must refuse. "Our lives and fortunes freely we 'll expofe, "Honour alone we cannot, muft not lofe; "Honour, that spark of the celestial fire, "That above nature makes mankind aspire; "Enobles the rude paffions of our frame "With thirft of glory, and defire of fame ; "The richest treasure of a generous breast,

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"That gives the stamp and standard to the rest. "Wit, strength, and courage, are wild dangerous force, "Unless this foftens and directs their courfe;

"And would you rob us of the noblest part?

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Accept a facrifice without a heart?

"Tis much beneath the greatness of a throne,
"To take the cafket when the jewel's gone;
"Debauch our principles, corrupt our race,
"And teach the nobles to be false and base;
"What confidence can you in them repose,
"Who, ere they ferve you, all their value lofe?
"Who once enflave their confcience to their luft,
“Have lost their reins, and can no more be just.
"Of honour, men at first like women nice,
"Raife maiden fcruples at unpractis'd vice;

"Great Sir, renova & for contact, tow juk "Have we obey the crown, and fry four truk. Efpous 2 your cauit and interet ir ahre.

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"Yourself muf vineis, and our ive conick !
"Permit us ther fortune ti acu.
"That von at af untappt councis ut,
"And ak the only thing we mut refuk
"Our res and fortune freer wil exp
"Honour alone we cannot, muf no wie
"Honcur, that spark of the celeña ínt,
"That above nature makes mantin afpire:
"Enobles the rude paffions of our frame
"With thirf of glory, and acin of fame;
"The richest treaium of a generous break,

"That gives the famp and fancart to the rek.
“Wit, frem fit and courage, art wild dangerous furce,

"Unlels this iftens and directs their courfe;
"And word you run us of the nubicht part?
"Accept a facrince without a ham?
“Tis much beneath the greatness of a throne.
-ke the casket when the jewel's gone;

With wonders born, by miracles preferv'd,
A heavenly Hoft the infant's cradle serv'd :
And men his healing empire's omen read,
When fun with stars, and day with night agreed,
His youth for valorous patience was renown'd;
Like David, perfecuted first, then crown'd:
Lov'd in all courts, admir'd where'er he came,
At once our nation's glory, and its shame :
They bleft the ifle where fuch great spirits dwell,
Abhorr'd the men, that could fuch worth expel.
To fpare our lives, he meekly did defeat
Thofe Sauls, whom wand'ring affes made fo great;
Waiting till heaven's election fhould be shown,
And the Almighty should his unction own.
And own he did his powerful arm display'd;
And Ifrael, the belov'd of God, obey'd;
Call'd by his people's tears, he came, he eas'd
The groaning nation, the black storms appeas'd,
Did greater bleffings, than he took, afford
England itfelf was more, than he, restor'd.
Unhappy Albion, by strange ills opprefs'd,
In various fevers toft, could find no reft ;
Quite spent and weary'd, to his arms fhe fled,
And rested on his shoulders her fair bending head,
In conquefts mild, he came from exile kind;
No climes, no provocations, chang'd his mind;
No malice fhew'd, no hate, revenge, or pride,
But rul'd as meekly, as his father dy'd;
Eas'd us from endless wars, made difcords cease,
Reftor'd to quiet, and maintain'd in peace.

A mighty