What earth in her dark bowels could not keep
From greedy hands, lies fafer in the deep,
Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide
Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride,

And now into her lap the richest prize
Fell, with the noblest of our enemies :
The marquis, glad to see the fire destroy
Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy,
Out from his faming ship his children sent,
To periih in a milder element ;
Then laid him by his burning lady's fide,
And, since he could not have her, with her dy'd.
Spices and gums about them melting fry,
And, phænix-like, in that rich neft they die.
Alive, in equal flames of love they burn'd,
And now together are to ashes turn'd;
Ashes more worth than all their fun'ral coft,
Than the huge treasure which was with them lofte

These dying lovers, and their floating fons,
Suspend the fight, and filence all our guns :
Beauty and youth, about to perish, finds
Such noble pity in brave English minds,
That the rich spoil forgot, their valour's prize,
All labour now to save their enemies.
How frail our passions ! how foon changed are
Our wrath and fury to a friendly care !
They that but now, for honour and for plate,
Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate ;
And, their young foes endeav'ring to retrieve,
With greater hazard than they fought they dive.

With these returns victorious Montague,
With laurels. in his hands and half Peru.
Let the brave generals divide that bough;
Our

great protector hath such wreaths enough.
His conqu'ting head has no more room for bays:
Then let it be as the glad nation prays;
Let the rich ore be forthwith melted down,
And the state fix'd, by making him a crown.

III. To Oliver Cromwell : by Mr. John Locke. A Peaceful fway the great Auguftus bore,

O'er what great Julius gaind by arms before. Julius was all with martial trophies crown'd; Auguftus for his peaceful arts renown'd, Rome calls them great, and makes them deities; That for his valour ; this, his policies. You, mighty prince, than both are greater far, Who rule, in peace, that world you gain'd by war: You sure from heav'n a finish!d hero fell, Who thus alone two pagan gods excel.

IV. Heroic ftanzas on the late protector Oliver Crom

well. Written after his funeral, by Mr. Dryden,

ND now 'tis time; for their officious haste,

Like

eager Romans, ere all rites were past,
Did let too soon the sacred eagle fly.
Though our best notes are treason to his fame,
Join'd with the loud applause of public voice ;
Since heav'n, what praise we offer to his name,
Hath render'd too authentic by its choice :
'Though in his praise no arts can lib'ral be,
Since they whose muses have the highet flown,
Add not to his immortal memory,
But do an act of friendship to their own:
Yet 'tis our duty, and our int'reft too,
Such monuments as we can build, to raise,
Left all the world prevent what we shou'd do,
And claim a title in him by their praise.
How shall I then begin, or where conclude,
To draw a fame so truly circular ?
For in a round what order can be shew'd,
Where all the parts fo equal perfeci are?

His grandeur he deriv'd from heav'n alone ;
For he was great ere fortune made him so;
And wars, like mists that rise against the sun,
Made him but greater seem, not greater grow.
No borrow'd bays his temples did adorn,
But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring :
Nor was his virtue poison'd, soon as born,
With the too early thoughts of being king.
Fortune (that easy miftress to the young,
But to her antient servants coy and hard)
Him, at that age, her fav'rites rank'd among,
When she her beft-lov'd Pompey did discard.
He, private, mark'd the faults of others sway,
And fit as sea-marks for himself to shun;
Not like ralh monarchis, who their youth betray,
By acis their age too late would with undone.
And yet dominion was not his defign;
We owe that blessing not to him, but heav'n,
Which to fair acts unsought rewards did join :
Rewards that less to him than us were giv'n.
Our former chiefs, like sticklers of the war,
Firft fought t'infame the parties, then to poise ;
The quarrel lov'd, but did the cause abhor,
And did not strike to hurt, but make a noise.
War, our consumption, was their gainful trade :
He inward bled, whilft they prolong'd our pain
He fought to hinder fighting, and assay'd
To stanch the blood by breathing of the vein.
Swift and resistless thro' the land he past,
Like that bold Greek who did the east fubdue,
And made to battles such heroic haite,
As if on wings of victory he flew.
He fought secure of fortune as of fame :
Still by new maps the island might be shown,
Of conquefts which he strew'd where-e'er he came,
Thick as the Galaxy with stars is sown.

His palms, tho' under weights they did not stand,
Still thriv'd; no winter could his laurels fade ;
Heav'n in his portrait shew'd a workman's hand,
And drew it perfe&t, tho' without a shade.
Peace was the prize of all his toil and care,
Which war had banish'd, and did now restore ;
Bolognia's walls thus mounted in the air,
To feat themselves more surely than before.
Her safety rescu'd Ireland to him owes,
And treach'rous Scotland, to no int’reit true;
Yet bless’d that fate which did his arms dispose
Her land to civilize, as to subdue.
Nor was he like those stars, which only fine
When to pale mariners they storms portend;
He had his calmer influence, and his mien
Did love and majesty together blend.
Tis true, his count'nance did imprint an awe,
And nat'rally all souls to his did bow;
As wands of divination downward draw,
And point to beds where sov'reign gold doth grow,
When, pait all off'rings to Feretrían Jove,
He Mars depos'd, and arms to gowns made yield;
Successful councils did him foon approve
As fit for close intrigues, as open field.
To suppliant Holland he vouchsaf'd a peace,
Our once bold rival in the British main.
Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease,
And buy our friendship with her idol, gain.
Fame of th’asserted sea, through Europe blown,
Made France and Spain ambitious of his love ;
Each knew that fide must conquer he would owns
And for him fiercely, as for empire, ftrove.
No sooner was the Frenchman's cause embrac'd,
Than the light monfieur the grave don outweigh d:
His fortune turn'd the scale where it was cast,
Though Indian mines were in the other laid.

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When absent, yet we conquer'd in his right :
For tho'chat some ire.in arcilt's skill were shown
In mingling colours, or in placing light ;
Yet till the fair designment was his own:
For from all tempers he could service draw ;
The worth of each with its allay he knew ;
And, as the confident of nature, saw,
How she complexions did divide and brew.
Or he their finele virtues did survey,
By inteition in his own large breatt,
where all the rich ideas of them lay,
That were the rule aad measure to the rest.
When such hercic virtue heav'n fets out,
The Rars, like commons, fullenly obey;
Fecause it drains thein when it comes about ;
And therefore is a tak they seldom pay.
From this high spring our foreign conquests flow,
Which yet more glorious triumph do portend,
Since their commencement to liis arms they owe,
Jf springs as high as fountains may ascend.
He made us freemen of the continent,
Whom nature did like captives treat before ;
To nobler preys the Englith lion fent,
And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar.
That old unqueftion'd pirate of the land,
Proud Rome, with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard ;
And trembling wifn'd behind more Alps to stand,
Although an Alexander were her guard.
By his command, we toldly cross'd the line,
And bravely fought where southern stars arise ;
We trac'd the far-fetch'd gold unto the mine,
And that which brib'd our fathers made our prize.
Such was our prince ; yet own'd a foul above
The highest acts it could produce or shew;
Thus
poor

mechanic arts in public move, Whilf the deep fecrets beyond practice go.

Nor