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Your subjects, while you weigh the nation's fate,
Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate :
Chuse only, fir, that so they may possess
With their own peace their children's happiness.
To the LORD CHANCELLOR HYD E.
Presented on New Year's Day, 1662.
WHILE Aattering crouds officiously appear
To give themselves, not you, an happy year ;
And by the greatness of their presents prove
How much they hope, but not how well they love ;
The Muses, who your early courtship boait,
Though now your flames are with their beauty loft,
Yet watch their time, that, if you
have forgot They were your mistresses, the world may not : Decay'd by time and wars, they only prove Their former beauty by your former love ; And now present, as ancient ladies do, That courted long, at length are forc'd to woo. For still they look on you with such kind eyes, As those that see the church's sovereign rise; From their own order chose, in whose high state, They think themselves the second choice of fate. When our great monarch into exile went, Wit and religion suffer'd hanishment. Thus once, when Troy was wrap'd in fire and smoke, The helpless gods their burning shrines forfook ; D 2
They with the vanquish'd prince and party go,
And leave their temples empty to the foe.
At length the Muses stand, restor'd again
To that great charge which nature did ordain ;
And their lov'd Druids seem reviv'd by fate,
While you dispense the laws, and guide the state.
The nation's soul, our monarch, does dispense,
Through you, to us, his vital influence ;
You are the channel, where those spirits flow,
And work them higher, as to us they go.
In open prospect nothing bounds our eye,
Untill the earth seems join'd unto the sky :
So in this hemisphere 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 heaven can find.
So well your virtues do with his agree,
That, though your orbs of different greatness be,
Yet both are for each other's use dispos’d,
His to inclose, and yours to be inclos'd.
Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an emptiness 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 ftill wakes; his pleasures find
Their share of business in your laboring mind.
So when the weary sun his place resigns,
He leaves his light, and by reflection shines.
Justice, that fits and frowns where public laws Exclude soft mercy from a private cause,
tribunal most herself does please; There only smiles because she lives at ease ; And, like young David, finds her strength the more, When disincumber'd from those arms she wore. Heaven would our royal master should exceed Most in that virtue, which we most did need; And his mild father (who too late did find All mercy vain but what with power was joind) His fatal goodness left to fitter times, Not to increase, but to absolve, our crimes : But when the heir of this vast treasure knew How large a legacy was left to you (Too great
any subject to retain), He wisely ty'd it to the crown again : Yet, passing through your hands, it gathers more, 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 shew that skill which they pretend, And work by means as noble as your end : 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 Those rich perfumes, which, from the happy shore, The winds upon their balmy wings convey'd, Whose guilty sweetness first their world betray'd ; So by your counsels we are brought to view A rich and undiscover'd world in you. By you our monarch does that fame assure, Which kings must have, or cannot live secure :
For prosperous princes gain their subjects heart,
Who love that praise in which themselves have part.
By you he fits those subjects to obey,
As heaven's eternal monarch does convey
His power unseen, and man to his designs,
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 favourite of his last fad times,
That is a sufferer in his subjects crimes :
Thus those first favours you receiv’d, were sent,
Like heaven's rewards in earthly punishment.
Yet fortune, conscious of your destiny,
Ev'n then took care to lay you softly by z
And wrap'd your fate among her precious things,
Kept fresh to be unfolded with your king's.
Shewn all at once you dazzled fo our eyes,
As new-born Pallas did the gods furprize :
When, springing forth from Jove's new-closing wound,
She struck the warlike fpear into the ground;
Which sprouting leaves did suddenly inclofe,
And peaceful olives shaded as they rose.
How frangely active are the arts of peace, Whofe restless motions less than wars do cease ! Peace is not freed from labour but from noise ; And war more force, but not more pains employs : Such is the mighty swiftness of your mind, That, like the earth, it leaves our sense behind,
While you so smoothly turn and rowl our sphere,
That rapid motion does but rest appear.
For, as in nature's swiftness, with the throng
of flying orbs while ours is borne along,
All seems at rest to the deluded eye,
Mov'd by the soul of the same harmony,
So, carried on by your unwearied care,
We rest in peace, and yet in motion Mare.
Let envy then those crimes within you see,
From which the happy never must be free;
Envy, that does with misery reside,
The joy and the revenge of ruin'd pride.
Think it not hard, if at fo cheap a rate
You can secure the constancy of fate,
Whose kindness sent what does their malice seem,
By lefser ills the greater to redeem.
Nor can we this weak shower a tempest call,
But drops of heat, that in the sun-fhine fall.
You have already wearied fortune so,
She cannot farther be your friend or foe;
But fits all breathless, and admires to feel
A fate so weighty, that it stops her wheel.
In all things else above our humble fate,
Your equal mind yet swells not into state,
But, like some mountain in those happy ifles,
Where in perpetual spring young nature smiles,
Your greatness Thews : no horror to affright,
But trees for shade, and flowers to court the sight:
Sometimes the hill submits itself a while
In small descents, which do its height beguile ;
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