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Fame of th' asserted sea through Europe blown, No civil broils have since his death arose,

Made France and Spain ambitious of his love; But Faction now by habit does obey; Each knew that side must conquer he would own; And wars have that respect for his repose,

And for him fiercely, as for empire, strove. As winds for halcyons, when they breed at sea. No sooner was the Frenchman's cause embrac'd, His ashes in a peaceful uru shall rest,

Than the light Monsieur the grave Don outweigh’d: His name a great example stands, to show His fortune turn'd the scale where'er 'twas cast; How strangely high endeavours may be blest,

Though Indian mines were in the other laid. Where Piety and Valour jointly go.
When absent, yet we conquerd in his right:

For though some meaner artist's skill were shown
In mingling colours, or in placing light;
Yet still the fair designment was his own.


A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF HIS For from all tempers he could service draw;

The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew,
And, as the confident of Nature, saw

Jam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna. How she complexions did divide and brew.

Virg. Or he their single virtues did survey,

The last great age foretold by sacred rhymes By intuition in his own large breast,

Renews its finish'd course: Saturnian times Where all the rich ideas of them lay,

Roll round again. That were the rule and measure to the rest.

Now with a general peace the world was blest, When such heroic virtue Heaven sets out,

While our's, a world divioei from the rest, The stars, like commons, sullenly obey ;

A dreadful quiet felt, and worser far Because it drains them when it comes about,

Than arms, a sullen interval of war: [skies, And therefore is a tax they seldom pay.

Thus when black clouds draw down the labouring
Ere yet abroad the winged thunder flies,

An horrid stillness first invades the ear,
From this high spring our foreign conquests flow,

And in that silence we the tempest fear. Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend;

Th' ambitious Swede, like restless billows tost, Since their commencement to his arms they owe,

On this hand gaining what on that he lost, If springs as high as fountains may ascend.

Though in his life he blood and ruin breath'd,

To his now guideless kingdom peace bequeath'd. He made us frcemen of the continent,

And Heaven, that seem'd regardless of our fate, Whom Nature did like captives treat before;

For France and Spain did miracles create; To nobler preys the English lion sent,

Such mortal quarrels to compose in peace And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar.

As Nature bred, and Interest did increase.

We sigh'd to hear the fair Iberian bride That old unquestion’d pirate of the land,

Must grow a lily to the lily's side, Proud Rome, with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard; While our cross stars deny'd us Charles's bed, And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand, Whom our first flames and virgin love did wed. Although an Alexander were her guard.

For his long absence Church and State did groan;

Madness the pulpit, Faction seiz'd the throne: By his command we boldly cross'd the line,

Experienc'd Age in deep despair was lost, And bravely fought where southern stars arise; To see the rebel thrive, the loyal crost: We trac'd the far-fetch'd gold unto the mine, Youth that with joys had unacquainted been, And that which brib'd our fathers made our prize. Envy'd grey hairs that once good days had seen:

We thought our sires, not with their own content, Such was our prince; yet own'd a soul above Had ere we came to age our portion spent.

The highest acts it could produce to show: Nor could our nobles hope their bold attempt Thus poor mechanic arts in public move,

Who ruin'd crowns would coronets exempt : Wbilst the deep secrets beyond practice go. For when by their designing leaders taught

To strike at power which for themselves they sought, Nor dy'd he when his ebbing fame went less, The vulgar, gulld into rebellion, arm’d;

But when fresh laurels courted him to live: Their blood to action by the prize was warm'd.
He seem'd but to prevent some new success, The sacred purple then and scarlet gown,
As if above what triumphs Earth could give. Like sanguine dye, to elephants was shown.

Thus when the bold Typhæus scal'd the sky,
His latest victories still thickest came,

And forc'd great Jove from his own Heaven to fly, As, near the centre, motion doth increase; (What king, what crown, from treason's reach is free, Till he, press'd down by his own weighty name, If Jove and Heaven can violated be?) Did, like the vestal, under spoils decease. The lesser gods, that shar'd his prosperous state,

All suffer'd in the exil'd Thunderer's fate. But first the Ocean as a tribute sent

The rabble now such freedom did enjoy, The giant prince of all her wat'ry herd;

As winds at sea, that use it to destroy: And th' Isle, when her protecting genius went, Blind as the Cyclop, and as wild as he,

l'pon his obsequies loud sighs conferr'd. They own'd a lawless savage liberty,

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Like that our painted ancestors so priz'd,

Rousd by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Ere empire's arts their breasts had civiliz'd. Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
How great were then our Charles's woes, who thus With alga who the sacred altar strews?
Was forc'd to suffer for himself and us!

To all the sea-gods Charles an offering owes :
He, toss'd by Fate, and hurry'd up and down, A bull to thee, Portunus, shall be slain,
Heir to his father's sorrows, with his crown, A lamb to you, ye Tempests of the main:
Could taste no sweets of youth's desir'd age; For those loud storms that did against him roar,
But found his life too true a pilgrimage.

Have cast his shipwreck'd vessel on the shore. Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn estate,

Yet as wise artists mix their colours so, His manly courage overcame his fate.

That by degrees they from each other go; His wounds he took, like Romans, on his breast, Black steals unheeded from the neighbouring white, Which by his virtue were with laurels drest. Without offending the well-cozen'd sight: As souls reach Heaven while yet in bodies pent, So on us stole our blessed change; while we So did he live above his banishment.

Th' effect did feel, but scarce the manner see. That Sun, which we beheld with cozen'd eyes Frosts that constrain the ground, and birth deny Within the water, mov'd along the skies.

To powers, that in its womb expecting lie, How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind,

Do seldom their usurping power withdraw, With full-spread, sails to run before the wind ! But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw, But those that 'gainst stiff gales laveering go, Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd away, Must be at once resolv'd and skilful too.

But lost in kindly heat of lengthen’d day. He would not, like soft Otho, hope prevent, Ileaven would do bargain for its blessings drive, But stay'd and suffer'd Fortune to repent.

But what we could not pay for, freely give. These virtues Galba in a stranger sought,

The prince of peace would like himself confer And Piso to adopted empire brought.

A gift uphop'd, without the price of war: How shall I then my doubtful thoughts express, Yet, as he knew his blessing's worth, took care, That must his sufferings both regret and bless? That we should know it by repeated prayer ; For when his early valour Heaven had crost; Which stormd the skies, and ravish'd Charles from And all at Worc'ster but the honour lost;

As Heaven itself is took by violence. (thence Forc'd into exile from his rightful throne,

Booth's forward valour only serv'd to show, He made all countries where he came his own; He durst that duty pay we all did owe: And, viewing monarchs' secret arts of sway, Th' attempt was fair; but Heaven's prefixed hour A royal factor for his kingdoms lay.

Not come: so, like the watchful traveller Thus banishid David spent abroad his time, That by the Moon's mistaken light did rise, When to be God's anointed was his crime;

Lay down again, and clos’d his weary eyes. And when restor'd, made his proud neighbours rue 'Twas Monk whom Providence design'd to loose Those choice remarks he from his travels drew. Those real bonds false Freedom did impose. Nor is he only by at}ictions shown

The blessed saints, that watch'd this turning scene, To conquer other realms, but rule his own:

Did from their stars with joyful wonder lean, Recovering hardly what he lost before,

To see small clues draw vastest weights alons, Ilis right endears it much; his purchase more, Not in their bulk but in their order strong. Inur'd to suffer ere he came to reign,

Thus pencils can by one slight touch restore No rash procedure will his actions stain:

Smiles to that changed face that wept before. To business ripen'd by digestive thought,

With each such fond chimeras we pursue, Ilis furure rule is into method brought:

As fancy frames for fancy to subdne: As they, who first proportion understand,

But when ourselves to action we betake, With easy practice reach a master's hand,

It shuns the mint like gold that chymists make. Well might the ancient poets then confer

How hard was then his task! at once to be
On Night the honour'd name of Counsellor, What in the body naturally we see?
Since, struck with rays of prosperous fortune blind, Man's architect distinctly did ordain
We light alone in dark afflictions tind.

The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the brain, In such adversities to sceptres train’d,

Through viewless conduits spirits to dispense; The name of Great his famous grandsire gain'd: The springs of motion from the seat of sense. Who yet a king alone in name and right,

'Twas not the hasty product of a day, With hunger, cold, and angry Jove did fight; But the well-ripen'd fruit of wise delay. Shock'd by a covenanting league's vast powers, He, like a patient angler, ere he strook, As holy and as catholic as our's:

Would let him play a while upon the hook. "Till Fortune's fruitless spite had made it known, Our healthful food the stomach labours thus, Her blows not shook but riveted his throne.

At first embracing what it straight doth crush. Some lazy ages, lost in sleep and ease,

Wise leeches will not vain receipts obtrude, No action leave to busy chronicles:

While growing pains pronounce the humours crude: Such, whose supine felicity but makes

Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill, In story chasms, in epocha mistakes;

Till some safe crisis authorize their skill. O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down, Nor could his acts too close a vizard wear, Till with his silent sickle they are mown.

To 'scape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear, Such is not Charles's too too active age,

And guard with caution that polluted nest, Which, govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage Whence Legion twice before was dispossest: Of some black star infecting all the skies,

Once sacred house; which when they enter'd in, Made him at his own cost, like Adam, wise. They thought the place could sanctify a sin; Tremble ye nations, which, secure before,

Like those that vainly bop'd kind Heaven would wink, Laugh'd at those arms that gainst ourselves we bore; Whule to excess on martyrs' tombs they drink

And as devouter Turks first warn their souls But you, whose goodness your descent doth shew,
To part, before they taste forbidden bowls : Your heavenly parentage and earthly too;
So these, when their black crimes they went about, By that same mildness, which your father's crown
First timely charm'd their useless conscience out. Before did ravish, shall secure your own.
Religion's name against itself was made;

Not tied to rules of policy, you find
The shadow serv'd the substance to invade; Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.
Like zealous missions, they did care' pretend Thus, when th’ Almighty would to Moses give
Of souls in show, but made the gold their end. A sight of all he could behold and live;
Th' incensed powers beheld with scorn from high, A voice before his entry did proclaim
And Heaven so far distant from the sky,

Long-suffering, goodness, mercy, in his name. Which durst, with horses' hoofs that beat the ground, Your power to justice doth submit your cause, And martial brass, bely the thunder's sound. Your goodness only is above the laws; 'Twas hence at length just vengeance thought it fit, Whose rigid letter, while pronounc'd by you, To speed their ruin by their impious wit.

Is softer made. So winds that tempests brew, Thus Sforza, curs'd with a too fertile brain, When through Arabian groves they take their Lost by his wiles the power his wit did gain.

flight, Henceforth their fougue must spend at lesser rate, Made wanton with rich odours, lose their spite. Than in its flames to wrap a nation's fate.

And as those lees, that trouble it, refine Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots set,

The agitated soul of generous wine; A virtuous shame within us to beget.

So tears of joy, for your returning spilt, For by example most we sinn'd before,

Work out, and expiate our fornier guilt. And glass-like clearness mix'd with frailty bore. Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's strand, But since reform'd by what we did amiss,

Who, in their haste to welcome you to land, We by our sufferings learn to prize our bliss : Chok'd up the beach with their still growing store, Like early lovers, whose unpractis'd hearts

And made a wilder torrent on the shore: Were long the May-game of malicious arts, While, spurr'd with eager thoughts of past delight, When once they find their jealousies were vain, Those, who had seen you, court a second sight; With double heat renew their fires again.

Preventing still your steps, and making haste 'Twas this produc'd the joy that hurry'd o'er To meet you often wheresoe'er you past. Such swarms of English to the neighbouring shore, How shall I speak of that triumphant day, To fetch that prize, by which Batavia made When you renewd th' expiring pomp of May! So rich amends for our impoverish'd trade.

(A month that owns an interest in your name: Oh, had you seen from Schevelin's barren shore, You and the flowers are its peculiar claim.) (Crowded with troops, and barren now no more) That star, that at your birth shone out so bright, Afflicted Holland to his farewell bring

It stain'd the duller Sun's meridian light, True sorrow, Holland to regret a king !

Did once again its potent fires renew, While waiting him his royal fleet did ride,

Guiding our eyes to find and worship you. And willing winds to their lower'd sails denyd. And now Time's whiter series is begun, The wavering streamers, fags, and standards out, Which in soft centuries shall smoothly run: The merry seamens' rude but cheerful shout; Those clouds, that overcast your morn, shall fly, And last the cannons' voice that shook the skies, Dispell'd to furthest corners of the sky. And, as it fares in sudden ecstasies,

Our nation, with united interest blest, At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.

Not now content to poize, shall sway the rest. The Naseby, now no longer England's shame, Abroad your empire shall no limits know, But better to be lost in Charles's name,

But, like the sea, in boundless circles flow. (Like some unequal bride in nobler sheets) Your much-lov'd feet shall, with a wide command, Receives her lord: the joyful London meets Besiege the petty monarchs of the land: The princely York, himself alone a freight; And as old Time his offspring swallow'd down, The Swiftsure groans beneath great Gloster's weight: Our ocean in its depths all seas shall drown. Secure as when the halcyon breeds, with these, Their wealthy trade from pirates' rapine free, He that was born to drown might cross the seas. Our merchants shall no more adventurers be : Heaven could not own a Providence, and take Nor in the furthest East those dangers fear, The wealth three nations ventur'd at a stake. Which humble Holland must dissemble here. The same indulgence Charles's voyage bless'd, Spain to your gift alone her Indies owes; Which in his right had miracles confess'd.

For what the powerful takes not he bestows; The winds, that never moderation knew,

And France, that did an exile's presence fear,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;

May justly apprehend you still too near.
Or, out of breath with joy, could not enlarge At home the hateful names of parties cease,
Their straightend lungs, or conscious of their charge. And factious souls are wearied into peace.
The British Amphytrite, smooth and clear,

The discontented now are only they,
In richer azure never did appear;

Whose crimes before did your just cause betray: Proud her returning prince to entertain

Of those your edicts some reclaim from sin, With the submitted fasces of the main.

But most your life and blest example win.

Ch happy prince, whom Heaven hath taught the And welcome now, great monarch, to your own;

way Behold th' approaching clifts of Albion :

By paying vows to have more vows to pay ! It is no longer motion cheats your view,

Oh happy age! Oh times like those alone, As you meet it, the land approacheth you.

By Fate reserv'd for great Augustus' throne! The land returns, and, in the white it wears, When the joint growth of arms and arts foreshew The marks of penitence and sorrow bears.

The world a monarch, and that inonarch you.

We add not to your glory, but employ

Our time, like angels, in expressing joy.

Nor is it duty, or our hopes alone,

Create that joy, but full fruition:
In that wild deluge where the world was drown'd, We know those blessings which we must possess,
When Life and Sin one common tomb had found, And judge of future by past happiness.
The first small prospect of a rising hill

No promise can oblige a prince so much
With various notes of joy the Ark did fill :

Still to be gooil, as long to have been such.
Yet when that flood in its own depths was drown'd, A noble emulation heats your breast,
It left behind it false and slippery ground; And your own fame now robs you of your rest.
And the inore solemn pomp was still deferr'd, Good actions still must be maintain'd with good,
Till new-born Nature in fresh looks appear'd. As bodies nourish'd with resembling food.
Thus, royal sir, to see you landed here,

You have already quench'd Sedition's brand;
Was cause enough of triwnph for a year :

And Zeal, which burnt it, only warms the land. Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat, The jealous sects, tbat dare not trust their cause Till they at once might be secure and great: So far from their own will as to the laws, Till your kind beams, by their continued stay, You for their umpire and their synod take, Had warm'd the ground, and call'd the damps away. And their appeal alone to Cæsar make. Such vapours, while your powerful influence dries, Kind Heaven so rare a temper did provide, Then soonest vanish when they highest rise. That guilt repenting might in it confide. Had greater baste these sacred rights prepard, Among our crimes oblivion may be set: Some guilty munths had in your triumphs shard: But 'tis our king's perfection to forget. But this untainted year is all your own;

Virtues unknown to these rough northern climes Your glories may without our crimes be shown. From milder heavens you bring without their crimes. We had not yet exhausted all our store,

Your calmness does no after-storms provide,
When you refresh'd our joys by adding more: Nor seeming patience mortal anger hide.
As Heaven, of old, dispens'd celestial dew,

When empire first from families did spring,
You gave us manna, and still give us new.

Then every father governd as a king :
Now our sad ruins are remov'd from sight, But you, that are a sovereign prince, allay
The season too comes fraught with new delight: Imperial power with your paternal sway.
Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop, Froin those great cares when ease your soul unbends,
Nor do his wings with sickly feathers droop: Your pleasures are design d to noble ends;
Sost western winds waft o'er the gaudy Spring, Toru to command the mistress of the seas,
And open'd scenes of Powers and blossoms bring, Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire please.
To grace this happy day, while you appear, Hither in summer evenings you repair
Not king of us alone, but of the year.

To taste the fraicheur of the purer air:
All eyes you draw, and with the eyes the heart: Undaunted here you ride, when Winter raves,
Of your own pomp yourself the greatest part: With Cæsar's heart that rose above tbe waves.
Lond shouts the nation's happiness proclaim, More I could sing, but fear my numbers stays;
And Heaven this day is feasted with your name. No loyal subject dares that courage praise.
Your cavalcade the fair spectators view,

In stately frigates most delight you find,
Froin their high standings, yet look up to you. Where well-drawn battles fire your martial miud.
From your brave train each singles out a prey, What to your cares we owe is learnt from hence,
And longs to date a conquest from your day. When ev'n your pleasures serve for our defence.
Now charg'd with blessings while you seek repose, Beyond your court flows in th' admitted tide,
Oflicious slumbers haste your eyes to close; Where in new depths the wondering fishes glide:
And glorious dreams stand ready to restore Tere in a royal bed the waters sleep;
The pleasing shapes of all you saw before.

When, tir'd at sea, within this bay they creep. Next to the sacred temple you are led,

Here the mistrustful fowl vo harm suspects, Where waits a crown for your more sacred head : So safe are all things which our king protects. How justly from the church that crown is due, From your lov'd Thames a blessing yet is due, Preserv'd from ruin, and restor'd by you !

Second alone to that it brought in you; The grateful choir their harmony employ,

A queen, near whose chaste womb, ordain'd by Fate, Not to make greater, but more solemn joy.

The souls of kings unborn for bodies wait. Wrapt soft and warm your name is sent on high, It was your love before made discords cease: As fames do on the wings of incense fly:

Your love is destin'd to your country's peace. Music herself is lost, in vain she brings

Both Indies, rivals in your berd, provide Her choicest notes to praise the best of kings: With gold or jewels to adorn your bride. Her melting strains in you a tomb have found, This to a mighty king presents rich ore, And lie like bees in their own sweetness drown'd. While that with incense does a god implore. Jle that brought peace, all discord could atone, Two kingdoms wait your doom, aud, as you choose, His name is music of itself alone.

This must receive a crown, or that must lose. Now while the sacred oil anoints your head, Thus from your royal oak, like Jove's of old, And fragrant scents, begun from you, are spread Are answers sought, and destinies foretold: Through the large dome; the people's joyful sound, Propitious oracles are begg'd with vows, Sent back, is still preserv'd in hallow'd ground; And crowns that grow upon the sacred boughs. Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you; Your subjects, while you we gh the nation's fate, As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew.

Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate: Not :hat our wishes do increase your store, Choose only, sir, that so they may possess Full of yourself you can admit no more:

With their own peace their children's happiness

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Yet, passing through your hands, it gathers more,
TO THE LORD CHANCELLOR HYDE. As streams, through mines, bear tincture of their ore.

While empiric politicians use deceit,

Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat;

You boldly show that skill which they pretend, MY LORD,

And work by means as noble as your end : While flattering crowds officiously appear Which should you reil, we might unwind the clue, To give themselves, not you, an happy year; As men do nature, till we came to you. And by the greatness of their presents prove And as the Indies were not found, before How much they hope, but not how well they love; Those rich perfumes, which, from the happy shore, The Muses, who your early courtship boast, The winds upon their balmy wings convey'd, Thongh now your fames are with their beauty lost, Whose guilty sweetness first their world betray'd; Yet watch their time, that, if you have forgot So by your counsels we are brought to view They were your mistresses, the world may not: A rich and undiscover'd world in you. Decay'd by time and wars, they only prove By you our monarch does that fame assure, Their former beauty by your former love ; Which kings must bave, or cannot lire secure: And now present, as ancient ladies do,

For prosperous princes gain their subjects' heart, That, courted long, at length are forc'd to woo. Who love that praise in which themselves have part. For still they look on you with such kind eyes, By yon he fits those subjects to obey, As those that see the church's sovereign rise; As Heavens's eternal Monarch does convey From their own order chose, in whose high state, His power unseen, and man to his designs, They think themselves the second choice of Fate. By his bright ministers the stars, inclines. When our great monarch into exile went,

Our setting Sun, from his declining seat, Wit and Religion suffer'd banishment.

Shot beams of kindness on you, not of heat: Thus once, when Troy was wrapp'd in fire and smoke, And, when his love was bounded in a few, The helpless gods their burning shrines forsook; That were unhappy that they might be true, They with the vanquish'd prince and party go, Made you the favourite of his last sad times, And leave their temples empty to the foe.

That is a sufferer in his subjects' crimes: At length the Muses stand, restor'd again

Thus those first favours you receiv'd were sent, To that great charge which Nature did ordain; Like Heaven's rewards, in earthly punishment. And their lor'd Druids seem reviv'd by Fate, Yet Fortune, conscious of your destiny, While you dispense the laws, and guide the state. Ev'n then took care to lay you softly by; The nation's soul, our monarch, does dispense, And wrapp'd your fate among her precious things, Through you, to us, his vital influence;

Kept fresh to be unfolded with your king's. You are the channel, where those spirits flow, Shown all at once you dazzled so our eyes, And work them higher, as to us they go.

As new-born Pallas did the gods surprise, In open prospect nothing bounds our eye, When,springing forth from Jore's new-closing wound, Until the Earth seems join'd unto the sky:

She struck the warlike spcar into the ground; So in this hemisphere our utmost view

Which sprouting leaves did suldenly enclose, Is only bounded by our king and you:

And peaceful olives shaded as they rose. Our sight is limited where you are join'd,

How strangely active are the arts of peace, And beyond that no further Heaven can find. Whose restless motions less than wars do cease! So well your virtues do with his agree,

Peace is not freed from labour but from noise ; That, though your orbs of different greatness be, And war more force, but not more pains employs: by the Yet both are for cach other's use dispos'd,

Such is the mighty swiftness of your mind, His to enclose, and yours to be enclos'd.

That, like the Earth, it leaves our sense behind, Nor could another in your room have been, While you so smoothiy turn and roll our sphere, Except an emptiness had come between.

That rapid motion does but rest appear.
Well may he then to you his cares impart, For, as in Nature's swiftness, with the throng
And share his burthen where he shares his heart. Of Aving orbs while onrs is borne along,
In you his sleep still wakes; his pleasures find All seems at rest to the deluded eye,
Their share of business in your labouring mind. Mov'd by the soul of the same harmony,
So when the weary Sua his place resigns,

So, carried on by your unwearied care,
en He leaves his light, and by reflection shines. We rest in peace, and yet in motion share.

Justice, that sits and frowns where public laws Let Envy then those crimes within you see,
Exclude soft Mercy from a private cause,

From which the happy never must be free;
In your tribunal most herself does please;

Envy, that does with Misery reside, There only smiles because she lives at ease; The joy and the revenge of ruin'd Pride. And, like young David, finds her strength the more, Think it not hard, if at so cheap a rate When disincumber'd from those arms she wore. You can secure the constancy of Fate, Heaven would onr royal master should exceed Whose kindness sent what does their malice seem, Most in that virtue, which we most did need; By lesser ills the greater to redeem. And his mild father (who too late did find

Nor can we this weak shower a tempest call,
All mercy vain but what with power was join'd) But drops of heat that in the sunshine fall.
His fatal goodness left to fitter times,

You have already wearied Fortune so,
Not to increase, but to absolve, our crimes: She cannot further be your friend or foe;
But when the heir of this vast treasure knew But sits all breathless, and admires to feel
How large a legacy was left to you,

A fate so weighty, that it stops her wheel. (Too great for any subject to retain)

In all things clse above our humble fate, He wisely ty'd it to the crown again:

Your equal mind yet swells not into state,

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