Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds ;
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds :
Rome, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown,
Could never make this ifland all her own.
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too,
France-conqa'ring Henry flourishd, and now Yous
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state,
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

When for more worlds that Macedonian cry'd,
He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide :
Another yet, a world reserv'd for you,
To make more great than that he did fubduc.
He safely might old troops to battle lead
Against th’unwarlike Persian, or the Mede,
Whose hasty flight did from a bloodless field
More spoil than honour to the victor yield.
A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold,
The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold,
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
Been from all ages kept for you to tamne.
Whom the old Roman wall To ill confind,
With a new chain of garrisons you bind :
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come,
Our English iron holds them fast at home.

They that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer regions than their hills of snow,
May blame the fun, but muft extol your grace,
Which in our senate hath allow'd them place,
Preferr'd by conqueft, happily o'erthrown,
Falling they rise, to be with us made one :
So kind dictators made, when they came home,
Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.

Like favour find the Irish with like fate
Advancd to be a portion of our state;
While by your valour, and your bounteous mind,
Nations, divided by the fea, are join'd.

Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
To be our out-guard on the continent :
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing posts, the terror of the news,
Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar ;
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

Your never - failing sword made war to cease,
And now you heal us with the arts of peace ;
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Unite affections, and restrain our rage.
Less pleasure take brave minds in battle won,
Than in restoring such as are undone ;
Tygers have courage, and the rugged bear;
But man alone can whom he conquers spare.
To pardon willing, and to punish loth,
You strike with one hand, but you heal with both:
Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live,

When fate or error had our age misled,
And o'er these nations such confusion spread,
The only cure which could from heav'n come down,
Was so much pow'r and clemency in one:
One, whose extractior from an antient line,
Gives hope again, that well-born men may shine :
The meaneft, in your nature mild and good,
The noble reft secured in your blood.
Oft have we wonder'd, how

you
A mind proportion'd to such things as these :
How such a ruling spirit could reftrain,
And practise first over yourself to reign.
Your private life did a just pattern give.
How fathers, husbands, pious fons should live :
Born to command, your princely virtues slept
Like humble David's, whilst the flock he kept.
But when

your
troubled country

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forth, Your flaming courage, and your matchless worth, Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend, To fierce contention gave a profp'rous end. Still as you rise, the state, exalted too. Finds no diftemper while it's chang d by you; Chang'd like the world's great scene,when without noise The rising fun night's vulgar lights deftroys.

Had

hid in peace

Had you some ages past this race of glory
Run, with amazement we should read your story:
But living virtue, all atchievements pat,
Meets envy still to grapple with at lait.
This Cæsár found, and that ungrateful age,
With losing him, fell back to blood and rage,
Mikaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union at that stroke.
That fun once fet, a thousand meaner stars
Give a dim light to violence and wars ;
To such a tempeft as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.

If Rome's great fenate could not wield the sword,
Which of the conquer'd world has made them lord li
What hope had ours, while yet their pow'r was new,
To rule victorious armies, but by you?
You, who had taught them to fubdue their foes,
Could order teach, and all their hearts compose;
To ev'ry dury could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.
So when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
And angry grows, if he that first took pain
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast,
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.

As the vext world, to find repose at last, Itself into Auguftus' arms did caft: So England now does, with like toil opprest, Her weary head upon your bofom reft. Then let the muses, with such notes as these, Instruct us what belongs unto our peace : Your battles they hereafter shall indite, And draw the image of our Mars in fight; Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, And mighty kingdoins by your conduct won; How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. Illuftrious arts high raptures do infuse, And ev'ry conqueror creates a mufe : Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we fing; But there, my lord, we'll bays and olives bring

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To crown your head ; while you in triumph ride
O er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside ;
While all your neighbour-princes unto you,
Like Joseph's fheaves, pay reverence, and bow.

II. Of a war with Spain, and fight at fea, by ge

neral Montague. In the year. 1656. By Mr. Walier.

N vain ;

O W for some ages had the pride of Spain
While she bid war to all that durft supply
The place of those her cruelty made die :
Of nature's bounty men forbore to taste,
And the best portion of the earth lay waite.

From the new world her silver and her gold
Come, like a tempeft, to confound the old ;
Feeding, with these, the brib'd electors hopes,
Alone The gave us emperors and popes;
With these accomplishing her vast designs,
Europe was shaken with her Indian mines.

When Britain, looking with a just disdain,
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain,
And knowing well that empire mult decline,
Whose chief support and finews are of coin,
Our nation's folid virtues did oppose
To the rich troublers of the world's repose.

And now, some months, encamping on the main,
Our naval army had besieged Spain:
They that the whole world's monarchy design'd,
Are to their ports by our bold feet confind;
From whence our red-cross they triumphant see,
Riding without a rival on the sea.
Others may use the ocean as their road;
Only the English make it their abode,
Whose ready fails with ev'ry wind can fly,
And make a cov'nant with th' inconstant sky
Qur oaks fecure, as if they there took root
We tread on billows with a steady foot.

Mean

Mean while the Spaniards in America,
Near to the line, the fun approaching saw,
And hop'd their European coast to find
Cleard from our ships by the autumnal wind;
Their huge capacious galleons, stuft with plate,
The laboring sinds drive flowly tow’rds their fate.

Before St. Lucar they their guns discharge,
To tell their joy, or to invite a barge:
This heard some ships of ours (tho' out of view),
And swift as eagles to the quarry flew :
So heedless lambs, which for their mother bleat,
Wake hungry lions, and become their meat.

Arriv'd, they foon begin the tragic play,
And with their smoky cannons banish day ;
Night, horror, slaughter, with confufion meet,
And with their fable arms embrace the fleet ;
Thro' yielding planks the angry bullets fly,
And of one wound hundreds together die:
Born under diff'rent stars, one fate they have,
The ship their coffin, and the sea their grave.

Bold were the men which on the ocean first
Spread their new fails, when shipwreck was the ivorff :
More danger now from man alone we find,
Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind.
They that had fail'd from near th' Antarctic pole,
Their treasure safe, and all their veffels whole,
In fight of their dear country ruin'd be,
Without the guilt of either rock or sea :
What they would spare, our fiercer art destroy's,
Surpaffing forms in terror and in noise.

Once Jove. from Ida did both hosts survey, And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray: Here heav'n in vain that kind retreat should sound; The louder cannon had the thunder drown'd. Some we made prize, while others, burnt and rent, With their rich laden, to the bottom went: Down sinks at once (fo fortune with us sports) The pay of armies, and the pride of courts. Vain man! whose rage buries as low that store, As avarice had digg'd for it before ;

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