He that with thine fhall weigh good DAVID's deeds, Shall find his paffion, nor his love, exceeds:

He curft the mountains where his brave friend dy'd,
But let falfe ZIBA with his heir divide:

Where thy immortal love to thy blest friends,
Like that of Heav'n, upon their feed descends.
Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind,
God-like, unmov'd; and yet, like woman, kind!
Which of the antient Poets had not brought
Our CHARLES's pedigree from heav'n; and taught
How fome bright dame, comprest by mighty Jove,
Produc'd this mix'd Divinity and Love?

To the KING on his NAV Y.

HERE-E'ER thy Navy fpreads her canvas wings,

WHE

Homage to thee, and peace to all she 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.
Ships heretofore in feas like fishes fped,
The mightiest ftill upon the smallest fed:
Thou on the Deep impofeft nobler laws;
And by that justice haft remov'd the cause
Of those rude tempefts, which, for rapine fent,
Too oft, alas! involv'd the innocent.
Now fhall the Ocean, as thy THAMES, be free
From both thofe fates, of storms, and piracy.
But we most happy, who can fear no force
But winged troops, or PE GASEAN horse:

'Tis not fo hard for greedy foes to spoil
Another nation, as to touch our foil.
Should Nature's felf invade the world again,
And o'er the centre fpread the liquid Main,
Thy pow'r were fafe; and her destructive hand
Wou'd but enlarge the bounds of thy command:
Thy dreadful Fleet would ftyle thee Lord of all,
And ride in triumph o'er the drowned Ball :
Those tow'rs of oak o'er fertile plains might go,
And vifit mountains where they once did grow.

The world's reftorer once cou'd not endure,
That finish'd BABEL fhou'd those men fecure,
Whose pride defign'd that fabric to have stood
Above the reach of any fecond flood:
To thee his chofen more indulgent, He
Dares truft fuch pow'r with fo much piety.

On the taking of SALLE.

F JASON, THESE US, and fuch Worthies old, Light seem the tales antiquity has told. Such beafts, and monfters, as their force oppreft, Some places only, and fome times, infest. SALLE that scorn'd all pow'r and laws of men, Goods with their owners hurrying to their den ; And future ages threatning with a rude, And favage race, fucceffively renew'd: Their King defpifing with rebellious pride, And foes profeft to all the world befide: This peft of mankind gives our Hero fame, And thro' th' obliged world dilates his name.

The Prophet once to cruel AGAG faid,

As thy fierce fword has mothers childless made,
So fhall the fword make thine: and with that word
He hew'd the man in pieces with his sword.
Juft CHARLES like measure has return'd to these,
Whofe pagan hands had ftain'd the troubled feas:
With fhips, they made the spoiled merchant mourn;
With fhips, their city and themselves are torn.
One fquadron of our winged caftles fent
O'er-threw their Fort, and all their Navy rent:
For not content the dangers to increase,
And act the part of tempefts in the feas;
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 Sov'reign of the fea!
Mad CACUS fo, 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, wondring at this fact,
Save that his prefence his affairs exact,
Had come in perfon, to have seen and known
The injur'd world's revenger, 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 harfe.

Upon

Upon his MAJESTY's repairing of St. PAUL'S

HAT fhipwreck'd vessel, which th' Apoftle bore,

THAT

Scarce fuffer'd more upon ME LITA's shore,

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,
Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile,
This work of coft 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 quarries leap
Into fair figures, from a confus'd heap:
For in his art of regiment is found

A pow'r, like that of harmony in found.

Those antique minstrels fure were CHARLES-like Kings,
Cities their lutes, and subjects hearts their strings;
On which with so divine a hand they ftrook,
Confent of motion from their breath they took ::
So, all our minds with his conspire to grace
The Gentiles' great Apostle; and deface
Those state-obfcuring fheds, 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 facred hand.
So joys the aged oak, when we divide
The creeping ivy from his injur'd fide.
Ambition rather would affect the fame

Of fome new ftructure, to have born her name:

* K. James I.

Two

Two diftant 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 fecure, doth higher climb,
And things half swallow'd from the jaws of time
Reduce: an earneft of his grand design,
To frame no new Church, but the old refine:
Which, fpoufe-like, may with comely grace command,
More than by force of argument, or hand.
For, doubtful reafon few can apprehend;
And war brings ruin, where it shou'd amend :
But beauty, with a bloodless conqueft, finds
A welcome fov'reignty in rudeft minds.

Not ought, which SHEBA's wond'ring Queen beheld
Amongst the works of SOLOMON, excell'd
His fhips, and building; emblems of a heart
Large both in magnanimity, and art.

While the propitious heav'ns this work attend,
Long-wanted showers they forget to fend:
As if they meant to make it understood
Of more importance, than our vital food.
The fun, which rifeth to falute the Quire
Already finish'd, fetting shall admire

How private bounty cou'd fo far extend:
The KING built all; but CHARLE S, the western end
So proud a fabric to devotion giv❜n,

At once it threatens, and obliges, heav'n!
LAOMEDON that had the Gods in pay,
NEPTUNE, with him * that rules the facred day,
Cou'd no fuch structure raife: TROY wall'd so high,
Th' ATRIDES might as well have forc'd the sky.

Apollo.

Glad,