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Yet, that his piece might not exceed belief,
He cast a veil upon supposed grief.
'Twas want of such a precedent as this,
Made the old heathen frame their Gods amiss.
Their Phæbus should not act a fonder part
For the * fair boy, than he did for his hart:
Nor blame for Hyacinthus' fate his own, [known.
That kept from him wish'd death, hadst thou been
He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds,
Shall find his passion, nor his love, exceeds :
He curft the moutains where his brave friend dy'd,
But let false Ziba with his heir divide :
Where thy immortal love to thy bleft frinds,
Like that of Heaven, upon their feed descends.
Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind,
God-like, unmov'd; and yet, like woman, kind !
Which of the ancient Poets had not brought
Our Charles's pedigree from heaven; and taught
How some bright dame, compreft by mighty Jove,
Produc'd this mix'd Divinity and Love?
To the KING on his NAVY. W THERE'ER thy Navy spreads her canvas wings,
Homage to thee, and peace to all the brings : The French, and Spaniard, when thy flags appear, Forget their hatred, and consent to fear. So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey, And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray, * Cyparissus.
Ships heretofore in seas like fishes (ped,
The mightiest still upon the smallest fed :
Thou on the Deep impofeft nobler laws;
And by that justice haft remov'd the cause
Of those rude tempests, which, for rapine sent,
Too oft, alas ! involv'd the innocent.
Now shall the Ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both those fates, of storms and piracy.
But we most happy, who can fear no force
But winged troops, or Pegasean horse :
'Tis not so hard for greedy foes to spoil
Another nation, as to touch our soil.
Should Nature's felf invade the world again,
And o'er the centre spread the liquid Main,
Thy power were safe; and her destructive hand
Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command :
Thy dreadful Fleet would style thee Lord of all,
And ride in triumph o'er the drowned Ball:
Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go,
And visit mountains where they once did grow.
The world's restorer once could not indure,
That finish'd Babel should those men secure,
Whose pride design'd that fabric to have stood
Above the reach of any second flood :
To thee his chosen more indulgent, He
Dares trust such power with so much piety.
On the taking of SALLE.
F Jason, Theseus, and such Worthies old,
Light feem the tales antiquity has told :
Such beasts, and monsters, as their force opprest,
Some places only, and some times, infeft.
Salle, tlrat scorn'd all power and laws of men,
Goods with their owners hurrying to their den;
And future ages threatening with a rude
And savage race, successively renew’d:
Their King despising with rebellious pride,
And foes profest to all the world befide:
This pest of mankind gives our Hero fame,
And through th' obliged world dilates his name.
The Prophet once to cruel Agag said,
As thy fierce fword has mothers childless made,
So Thall the sword make thine: and with that word
He hew'd the man in pieces with his sword.
Just Charles like measure has return’d to these,
hands had stain'd the troubled feas : With ships, they made the spoiled merchants mourn; With ships, their city and themselves are torn. One squadron of our winged castles sent O'erthrew their Fort, and all their Navy rent: For, not content the dangers to increase, And act the part of tempests in the seas į; Like hungry wolves, those pirates from our shore Whole flocks of sheep, and ravish'd cattle, bore. Safely they might on other nations prey; Fools to provoke the Sovereign of the sea!
Mad Cacus so, whom like ill fate perfuades,
The herd of fair Alcmena's feed invades ;
Who, for revenge, and mortals' glad relief,
Sack'd the dark cave, and crush'd that horrid thief.
Morocco's monarch, wondering at this fact,
Save that his presence his affairs exact,
Had come in person, to have seen and known
The injur'd world's avenger and his own.
Hither he fends the chief among his Peers,
Who in his bark proportion'd presents bears,
To the renown'd for piety and force,
Poor captives manumis’d, and matchless horse.
Upon his Majesty's repairing of St. Paul's. WHAT shipwreck'd vessel which th' Apostle bore, Scarce suffer'd more upon
Than did his temple in the sea of time;
Our nation's glory, and our nation's crime.
When the first * Monarch of this happy Isle,
Moy'd with the ruin of fo brave a pile,
This work of cost and piety begun,
To be accomplish'd by his Glorious Son :
Who all that came within the ample thought
Of his wife Sire, has to perfection brought.
He, like Amphion, makes thofe quarrics leap
Into fair figures from a confus'd heap:
For in his art of regiment is found
A power, like that of harmony in found.
Those antique minstrels sure were Charles-like Kings, Cities' their lutes, and subjects' hearts their strings; On which with so divine a hand they strook, Consent of motion from their breath they took : So, all our minds with his conspire to grace The Gentiles' great Apostle; and deface Those state-obscuring Meds, that like a chain Seem'd to confine, and fetter him again : Which the glad Saint shakes off at his command, As once the viper from his sacred hand. So joys the aged oak, when we divide The creeping ivy from his injur'd fide.
Ambition rather would affect the fame Of some new structure, to have borne her name : Two distant virtues in one act we find, The modesty, and greatness, of his mind : Which, not content to be above the rage And injury of all-impairing age, In its own worth secure, doth higher climb, And things half swallow'd, from the jaws of time Reduce: an earnest of his grand design, To frame no new Church, but the old refine : Which, spouse-like, may with comely grace command, More than by force of argument or hand. For, doubtful reason few can apprehend; And war brings ruin, where it should amend : But beauty, with a bloodless“conqueft, finds A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds.
Not aught which Sheba's wondering Queen bcheld Amongst the works of Solomon, excell'd