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092:01,000['  ]| <Macflecknoe>
092:01,000['  ]| <\or, A Satire upon$4$ the True-Blue-Protestant Poet T%*S%\>
092:01,001['  ]| <\By$4$ the Author of Absalom*and*Achitophel\>
092:01,002['  ]| All human things are subject to$4$ decay,
092:01,003['  ]| And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
092:01,004['  ]| This Flecknoe found, who$6#1$, like$4$ Augustus, young
092:01,005['  ]| Was called to$4$ empire, and had governed long;
092:01,006['  ]| In$4$ prose and verse, was owned, without dispute,
092:01,007['  ]| Through all the realms of nonsense, absolute.
092:01,008['  ]| This aged prince, now flourishing in$4$ peace,
092:01,009['  ]| And blessed with issue of a large increase;
092:01,010['  ]| Worn out with business, did at length debate
092:01,011['  ]| To$9$ settle the succession of the state;
092:01,012['  ]| And, pondering which$6#1$ of all his sons was fit
092:01,013['  ]| To$9$ reign, and wage immortal war with wit,
092:01,014['  ]| Cried: 
092:01,014[A  ]| "It is resolved; for$3$ nature pleads, that$3$ he
092:01,015[A  ]| Should only rule, who$6#1$ most resembles me.
092:01,016[A  ]| Shadwell alone my perfect image bears,
092:01,017[A  ]| Mature in$4$ dullness from his tender years:
092:01,018[A  ]| Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he
092:01,019[A  ]| Who$6#1$ stands confirmed in$4$ full stupidity.
092:01,020[A  ]| The rest to$4$ some faint meaning make pretence,
092:01,021[A  ]| But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
092:01,022[A  ]| Some beams of wit on$4$ other souls may fall,
092:01,023[A  ]| Strike through, and make a lucid interval;
092:01,024[A  ]| But Shadwell's genuine night admits no$2$ ray,
092:01,025[A  ]| His rising fogs prevail upon$4$ the day.
092:01,026[A  ]| Besides, his goodly fabric fills the eye,
092:01,027[A  ]| And seems designed for$4$ thoughtless majesty;
092:01,028[A  ]| Thoughtless as monarch oaks that$6#1$ shade the plain,
092:01,029[A  ]| And, spread in$4$ solemn state, supinely reign.
092:01,030[A  ]| Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee,
092:01,031[A  ]| Thou last great prophet of tautology.
092:01,032[A  ]| Even I, a dunce of more renown than they,
092:01,033[A  ]| Was sent before but to$9$ prepare thy way;
092:01,034[A  ]| And, coarsely clad in$4$ Norwich drugget, came
092:01,035[A  ]| To$9$ teach the nations in$4$ thy greater name.
092:01,036[A  ]| My warbling lute, the lute I whilom strung,
092:01,037[A  ]| When to$4$ King*John of Portugal I sung,
092:01,038[A  ]| Was but the prelude to$4$ that$6#2$ glorious day,
092:01,039[A  ]| When thou on$4$ silver Thames didst cut thy way,
092:01,040[A  ]| With well-timed oars before the royal barge,
092:01,041[A  ]| Swelled with the pride of thy celestial charge;
092:01,042[A  ]| And big with hymn, commander of a host,
092:01,043[A  ]| The like$0$ was never in$4$ Epsom blankets tossed.
092:01,044[A  ]| Methinks I see the new Arion sail,
092:01,045[A  ]| The lute still trembling underneath thy nail.
092:01,046[A  ]| At thy well-sharpened thumb from shore to$4$ shore
092:01,047[A  ]| The treble squeaks for$4$ fear, the basses roar;
092:01,048[A  ]| Echoes from Pissing*Alley Shadwell call,
092:01,049[A  ]| And Shadwell they resound from Aston*Hall.
092:01,050[A  ]| About thy boat the little fishes throng,
092:01,051[A  ]| As at the morning toast that$6#1$ floats along.
092:01,052[A  ]| Sometimes, as prince of thy harmonious band,
092:01,053[A  ]| Thou wieldst thy papers in$4$ thy threshing hand.
092:01,054[A  ]| St*Andre='s feet never kept more equal time,
092:01,055[A  ]| Not even the feet of thy own Psyche's rhyme;
092:01,056[A  ]| Though they in$4$ number as in$4$ sense excel:
092:01,057[A  ]| So$5#1$ just, so$5#1$ like$4$ tautology, they fell,
092:01,058[A  ]| That$3$, pale with envy, Singleton forswore
092:01,059[A  ]| The lute and sword, which$6#1$ he in$4$ triumph bore,
092:01,060[A  ]| And vowed he never would act Villerius more."
092:01,061['  ]| Here stopped the good old sire, and wept for$4$ joy
092:01,062['  ]| In$4$ silent raptures of the hopeful boy.
092:01,063['  ]| All arguments, but most his plays, persuade,
092:01,064['  ]| That$3$ for$4$ anointed dullness he was made.
092:01,065['  ]| Close to$4$ the walls which$6#1$ fair Augusta bind,
092:01,066['  ]| (The fair Augusta much to$4$ fears inclined,)
092:01,067['  ]| An ancient fabric raised to$9$ inform the sight,
092:01,068['  ]| There stood of yore, and Barbican it hight:
092:01,069['  ]| A watchtower once; but now, so$5#2$ fate ordains,
092:01,070['  ]| Of all the pile an empty name remains.
092:01,071['  ]| From its old ruins brothel-houses rise,
092:01,072['  ]| Scenes of lewd loves, and of polluted joys,
092:01,073['  ]| Where their vast courts the mother-strumpets keep,
092:01,074['  ]| And, undisturbed by$4$ watch, in$4$ silence sleep.
092:01,075['  ]| Near these a Nursery erects its head,
092:01,076['  ]| Where queens are formed, and future heroes bred;
092:01,077['  ]| Where unfledged actors learn to$9$ laugh and cry,
092:01,078['  ]| Where infant punks their tender voices try,
092:01,079['  ]| And little Maximins the gods defy.
092:01,080['  ]| Great Fletcher never treads in$4$ buskins here,
092:01,081['  ]| Nor greater Jonson dares in$4$ socks appear;
092:01,082['  ]| But gentle Simkin just reception finds
092:01,083['  ]| Amidst this monument of vanished minds:
092:01,084['  ]| Pure clinches the suburbian Muse affords,
092:01,085['  ]| And Panton waging harmless war with words.
092:01,086['  ]| Here Flecknoe, as a place to$4$ fame well known,
092:01,087['  ]| Ambitiously designed his Shadwell's throne;
092:01,088['  ]| For$3$ ancient Dekker prophesied long since,
092:01,089['  ]| That$3$ in$4$ this pile should reign a mighty prince,
092:01,090['  ]| Born for$4$ a scourge of wit, and flail of sense;
092:01,091['  ]| To$4$ whom true dullness should some Psyches owe,
092:01,092['  ]| But worlds of misers from his pen should flow;
092:01,093['  ]| Humorists and hypocrites it should produce,
092:01,094['  ]| Whole Raymond families, and tribes of Bruce.
092:01,095['  ]| Now Empress Fame had published the renown
092:01,096['  ]| Of Shadwell's coronation through the town.
092:01,097['  ]| Roused by$4$ report of Fame, the nations meet,
092:01,098['  ]| From near Bunhill, and distant Watling*Street.
092:01,099['  ]| No$2$ Persian carpets spread the imperial way,
092:01,100['  ]| But scattered limbs of mangled poets lay;
092:01,101['  ]| From dusty shops neglected authors come,
092:01,102['  ]| Martyrs of pies, and relics of the bum.
092:01,103['  ]| Much Heywood, Shirley, Ogleby there lay,
092:01,104['  ]| But loads of Shadwell almost choked the way.
092:01,105['  ]| Bilked stationers for$4$ yeomen stood prepared,
092:01,106['  ]| And Herringman was captain of the guard.
092:01,107['  ]| The hoary prince in$4$ majesty appeared,
092:01,108['  ]| High on$4$ a throne of his own labours reared.
092:01,109['  ]| At his right hand our young Ascanius sate,
092:01,110['  ]| Rome's other hope, and pillar of the state.
092:01,111['  ]| His brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace,
092:01,112['  ]| And lambent dullness played around his face.
092:01,113['  ]| As Hannibal did to$4$ the altars come,
092:01,114['  ]| Sworn by$4$ his sire a mortal foe to$4$ Rome;
092:01,115['  ]| So$5#2$ Shadwell swore, nor should his vow be vain,
092:01,116['  ]| That$3$ he till death true dullness would maintain;
092:01,117['  ]| And, in$4$ his father's right, and realm's defence,
092:01,118['  ]| Never to$9$ have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
092:01,119['  ]| The king himself the sacred unction made,
092:01,120['  ]| As king by$4$ office, and as priest by$4$ trade.
092:01,121['  ]| In$4$ his sinister hand, instead of ball,
092:01,122['  ]| He placed a mighty mug of potent ale;
092:01,123['  ]| Love's Kingdom to$4$ his right he did convey,
092:01,124['  ]| At once his sceptre, and his rule of sway;
092:01,125['  ]| Whose righteous lore the prince had practised young,
092:01,126['  ]| And from whose loins recorded Psyche sprung.
092:01,127['  ]| His temples, last, with poppies were overspread,
092:01,128['  ]| That$6#1$ nodding seemed to$9$ consecrate his head.
092:01,129['  ]| Just at that$6#2$ point of time, if fame not lie,
092:01,130['  ]| On$4$ his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly.
092:01,131['  ]| So$5#2$ Romulus, it is sung, by$4$ Tiber's brook,
092:01,132['  ]| Presage of sway from twice six vultures took.
092:01,133['  ]| The admiring throng loud acclamations make,
092:01,134['  ]| And omens of his future empire take.
092:01,135['  ]| The sire then shook the honours of his head,
092:01,136['  ]| And from his brows damps of oblivion shed
092:01,137['  ]| Full on$4$ the filial dullness: long he stood,
092:01,138['  ]| Repelling from his breast the raging god;
092:01,139['  ]| At length burst out in$4$ this prophetic mood:
092:01,140[A  ]| "Heavens bless my son, from Ireland let him reign
092:01,141[A  ]| To$4$ far Barbadoes on$4$ the western main;
092:01,142[A  ]| Of his dominion may no$2$ end be known,
092:01,143[A  ]| And greater than his father's be his throne;
092:01,144[A  ]| Beyond Love's Kingdom let him stretch his pen!"
092:01,145['  ]| He paused, and all the people cried,
092:01,145[X  ]| "Amen."
092:01,146['  ]| Then thus continued he:
092:01,146[A  ]| "My son, advance
092:01,147[A  ]| Still in$4$ new impudence, new ignorance.
092:01,148[A  ]| Success let others teach, learn thou from me
092:01,149[A  ]| Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry.
092:01,150[A  ]| Let Virtuosos in$4$ five years be writ;
092:01,151[A  ]| Yet not one thought accuse thy toil of wit.
092:01,152[A  ]| Let gentle George in$4$ triumph tread the stage,
092:01,153[A  ]| Make Dorimant betray, and Loveit rage;
092:01,154[A  ]| Let Cully, Cockwood, Fopling, charm the pit,
092:01,155[A  ]| And in$4$ their folly show the writer's wit.
092:01,156[A  ]| Yet still thy fools shall stand in$4$ thy defence,
092:01,157[A  ]| And justify their author's want of sense.
092:01,158[A  ]| Let them be all by$4$ thy own model made
092:01,159[A  ]| Of dullness, and desire no$2$ foreign aid;
092:01,160[A  ]| That$3$ they to$4$ future ages may be known,
092:01,161[A  ]| Not copies drawn, but issue of thy own.
092:01,162[A  ]| Nay, let thy men of wit too be the same,
092:01,163[A  ]| All full of thee, and differing but in$4$ name.
092:01,164[A  ]| But let no$2$ alien Sedley interpose,
092:01,165[A  ]| To$4$ lard with wit thy hungry Epsom prose.
092:01,166[A  ]| And when false flowers of rhetoric thou wouldst cull,
092:01,167[A  ]| Trust nature, do not labour to$9$ be dull;
092:01,168[A  ]| But write thy best, and top; and in$4$ each line,
092:01,169[A  ]| Sir*Formal's oratory will$1$ be thine:
092:01,170[A  ]| Sir*Formal, though unsought, attends thy quill,
092:01,171[A  ]| And does thy northern dedications fill.
092:01,172[A  ]| Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to$4$ fame,
092:01,173[A  ]| By$4$ arrogating Jonson's hostile name.
092:01,174[A  ]| Let father Flecknoe fire thy mind with praise,
092:01,175[A  ]| And uncle Ogleby thy envy raise.
092:01,176[A  ]| Thou art my blood, where Jonson has no$2$ part:
092:01,177[A  ]| What share have we in$4$ nature, or in$4$ art?
092:01,178[A  ]| Where did his wit on$4$ learning fix a brand,
092:01,179[A  ]| And rail at arts he did not understand?
092:01,180[A  ]| Where made he love in$4$ Prince*Nicander's vein,
092:01,181[A  ]| Or swept the dust in$4$ Psyche's humble strain?
092:01,182[A  ]| Where sold he bargains, ""whip-stitch, kiss my arse,""
092:01,183[A  ]| Promised a play and dwindled to$4$ a farce?
092:01,184[A  ]| When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin,
092:01,185[A  ]| As thou whole Etherege dost transfuse to$4$ thine?
092:01,186[A  ]| But so$5#1$ transfused, as oil on$4$ water's flow,
092:01,187[A  ]| His always floats above, thine sinks below.
092:01,188[A  ]| This is thy province, this thy wondrous way,
092:01,189[A  ]| New humours to$9$ invent for$4$ each new play:
092:01,190[A  ]| This is that$6#2$ boasted bias of thy mind,
092:01,191[A  ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ one way, to$4$ dullness, it is inclined;
092:01,192[A  ]| Which$6#1$ makes thy writings lean on$4$ one side still,
092:01,193[A  ]| And, in$4$ all changes, that$6#2$ way bends thy will$0$.
092:01,194[A  ]| Nor let thy mountain-belly make pretence
092:01,195[A  ]| Of likeness; thine is a timpani of sense.
092:01,196[A  ]| A tun of man in$4$ thy large bulk is writ,
092:01,197[A  ]| But sure thou art but a kilderkin of wit.
092:01,198[A  ]| Like$4$ mine, thy gentle numbers feebly creep;
092:01,199[A  ]| Thy tragic Muse gives smiles, thy comic sleep.
092:01,200[A  ]| With whatever gall thou settst thyself to$9$ write,
092:01,201[A  ]| Thy inoffensive satires never bite.
092:01,202[A  ]| In$4$ thy felonious heart though venom lies,
092:01,203[A  ]| It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies.
092:01,204[A  ]| Thy genius calls thee not to$9$ purchase fame
092:01,205[A  ]| In$4$ keen iambics, but mild anagram.
092:01,206[A  ]| Leave writing plays, and choose for$4$ thy command
092:01,207[A  ]| Some peaceful province in$4$ acrostic land.
092:01,208[A  ]| There thou mayst wings display and altars raise,
092:01,209[A  ]| And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
092:01,210[A  ]| Or, if thou wouldst thy different talents suit,
092:01,211[A  ]| Set thy own songs, and sing them to$4$ thy lute."
092:01,212['  ]| He said: but his last words were scarcely heard;
092:01,213['  ]| For$3$ Bruce and Longvil had a trap prepared,
092:01,214['  ]| And down they sent the yet declaiming bard.
092:01,215['  ]| Sinking he left his drugget robe behind,
092:01,216['  ]| Borne upwards by$4$ a subterranean wind.
092:01,217['  ]| The mantle fell to$4$ the young prophet's part,
092:01,218['  ]| With double portion of his father's art.
092:03,000@@@@@| 
092:03,000['  ]| <TO MY LORD CHANCELLOR>
092:03,000['  ]| <Presented on$4$ New-years-day>
092:03,001['  ]| While flattering crowds officiously appear
092:03,002['  ]| To$9$ give themselves, not you, an happy year;
092:03,003['  ]| And by$4$ the greatness of their presents prove
092:03,004['  ]| How much they hope, but not how well they love;
092:03,005['  ]| The muses (who$6#1$ your early courtship boast,
092:03,006['  ]| Though now your flames are with their beauty lost)
092:03,007['  ]| Yet watch their time, that$3$ if you have forgot
092:03,008['  ]| They were your mistresses, the world may not:
092:03,009['  ]| Decayed by$4$ time and wars, they only prove
092:03,010['  ]| Their former beauty by$4$ your former love;
092:03,011['  ]| And now present, as ancient ladies do
092:03,012['  ]| That$6#1$ courted long at length are forced to$9$ woo.
092:03,013['  ]| For$3$ still they look on$4$ you with such kind eyes
092:03,014['  ]| As those that$6#1$ see the church's sovereign rise
092:03,015['  ]| From their own order chose, in$4$ whose high state
092:03,016['  ]| They think themselves the second choice of Fate.
092:03,017['  ]| When our great monarch into exile went
092:03,018['  ]| Wit and religion suffered banishment:
092:03,019['  ]| Thus once when Troy was wrapped in$4$ fire and smoke
092:03,020['  ]| The helpless gods their burning shrines forsook;
092:03,021['  ]| They with the vanquished prince and party go,
092:03,022['  ]| And leave their temples empty to$4$ the foe:
092:03,023['  ]| At length the muses stand restored again
092:03,024['  ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ great charge which$6#1$ Nature did ordain;
092:03,025['  ]| And their loved Druids seem revived by$4$ Fate
092:03,026['  ]| While you dispense the laws and guide the state.
092:03,027['  ]| The nation's soul (our monarch) does dispense
092:03,028['  ]| Through you to$4$ us his vital influence;
092:03,029['  ]| You are the channel where those spirits flow,
092:03,030['  ]| And work them higher as to$4$ us they go.
092:03,031['  ]| In$4$ open prospect nothing bounds our eye
092:03,032['  ]| Until the earth seems joined unto the sky:
092:03,033['  ]| So$3$ in$4$ this hemisphere our utmost view
092:03,034['  ]| Is only bounded by$4$ our king and you:
092:03,035['  ]| Our sight is limited where you are joined
092:03,036['  ]| And beyond that$6#2$ no$2$ farther heaven can find.
092:03,037['  ]| So$5#1$ well your virtues do with his agree
092:03,038['  ]| That$3$ though your orbs of different greatness be,
092:03,039['  ]| Yet both are for$4$ each other's use disposed,
092:03,040['  ]| His to$9$ enclose, and yours to$9$ be enclosed.
092:03,041['  ]| Nor could another in$4$ your room have been
092:03,042['  ]| Except an emptiness had come between.
092:03,043['  ]| Well may he then to$4$ you his cares impart,
092:03,044['  ]| And share his burden where he shares his heart.
092:03,045['  ]| In$4$ you his sleep still wakes; his pleasures find
092:03,046['  ]| Their share of business in$4$ your labouring mind.
092:03,047['  ]| So$3$ when the weary sun his place resigns
092:03,048['  ]| He leaves his light and by$4$ reflection shines.
092:03,049['  ]| Justice that$6#1$ sits and frowns where public laws
092:03,050['  ]| Exclude soft mercy from a private cause,
092:03,051['  ]| In$4$ your tribunal most herself does please;
092:03,052['  ]| There only smiles because she lives at ease;
092:03,053['  ]| And like$4$ young David finds her strength the more
092:03,054['  ]| When disencumbered from those arms she wore:
092:03,055['  ]| Heaven would your royal master should exceed
092:03,056['  ]| Most in$4$ that$6#2$ virtue which$6#1$ we most did need,
092:03,057['  ]| And his mild father (who$6#1$ too late did find
092:03,058['  ]| All mercy vain but what with power was joined,)
092:03,059['  ]| His fatal goodness left to$4$ fitter times,
092:03,060['  ]| Not to$9$ increase but to$9$ absolve our crimes:
092:03,061['  ]| But when the heir of this vast treasure knew
092:03,062['  ]| How large a legacy was left to$4$ you,
092:03,063['  ]| (Too great for$4$ any subject to$9$ retain)
092:03,064['  ]| He wisely tied it to$4$ the crown again:
092:03,065['  ]| Yet passing through your hands it gathers more,
092:03,066['  ]| As streams through mines bear tincture of their ore.
092:03,067['  ]| While empiric politicians use deceit,
092:03,068['  ]| Hide what they give, and cure but by$4$ a cheat;
092:03,069['  ]| You boldly show that$6#2$ skill which$6#1$ they pretend,
092:03,070['  ]| And work by$4$ means as noble as your end:
092:03,071['  ]| Which$6#1$, should you veil, we might unwind the clue
092:03,072['  ]| As men do nature, till we came to$4$ you.
092:03,073['  ]| And as the Indies were not found before
092:03,074['  ]| Those rich perfumes, which$6#1$ from the happy shore
092:03,075['  ]| The winds upon$4$ their balmy wings conveyed,
092:03,076['  ]| Whose guilty sweetness first their world betrayed;
092:03,077['  ]| So$3$ by$4$ your counsels we are brought to$9$ view
092:03,078['  ]| A rich and undiscovered world in$4$ you.
092:03,079['  ]| By$4$ you our monarch does that$6#2$ fame assure
092:03,080['  ]| Which$6#1$ kings must have or can not live secure:
092:03,081['  ]| For$3$ prosperous princes gain their subjects' heart,
092:03,082['  ]| Who$6#1$ love that$6#2$ praise in$4$ which$6#1$ themselves have part:
092:03,083['  ]| By$4$ you he fits those subjects to$9$ obey,
092:03,084['  ]| As heaven's eternal monarch does convey
092:03,085['  ]| His power unseen, and man to$4$ his designs,
092:03,086['  ]| By$4$ his bright ministers the stars, inclines.
092:03,087['  ]| Our setting sun from his declining seat
092:03,088['  ]| Shot beams of kindness on$4$ you, not of heat:
092:03,089['  ]| And when his love was bounded in$4$ a few,
092:03,090['  ]| That$6#1$ were unhappy that$3$ they might be true;
092:03,091['  ]| Made you the favourite of his last sad times,
092:03,092['  ]| That$6#1$ is a sufferer in$4$ his subjects' crimes:
092:03,093['  ]| Thus those first favours you received were sent
092:03,094['  ]| Like$4$ heaven's rewards, in$4$ earthly punishment.
092:03,095['  ]| Yet Fortune conscious of your destiny
092:03,096['  ]| Even then took care to$9$ lay you softly by$5$:
092:03,097['  ]| And wrapped your fate among her precious things,
092:03,098['  ]| Kept fresh to$9$ be unfolded with your kings.
092:03,099['  ]| Shown all at once you dazzled so$5#1$ our eyes,
092:03,100['  ]| As new-born Pallas did the gods surprise;
092:03,101['  ]| When springing forth from Jove's new-closing wound
092:03,102['  ]| She struck the warlike spear into the ground;
092:03,103['  ]| Which$6#1$ sprouting leaves did suddenly enclose,
092:03,104['  ]| And peaceful olives shaded as they rose.
092:03,105['  ]| How strangely active are the arts of peace,
092:03,106['  ]| Whose restless motions less than wars do cease!
092:03,107['  ]| Peace is not freed from labour but from noise;
092:03,108['  ]| And war more force but not more pains employs;
092:03,109['  ]| Such is the mighty swiftness of your mind
092:03,110['  ]| That$3$ (like$4$ the earth's) it leaves our sense behind;
092:03,111['  ]| While you so$5#1$ smoothly turn and roll our sphere,
092:03,112['  ]| That$6#2$ rapid motion does but rest appear.
092:03,113['  ]| For$3$ as Nature's swiftness, with the throng
092:03,114['  ]| Of flying orbs while ours is born along,
092:03,115['  ]| All seems at rest to$4$ the deluded eye:
092:03,116['  ]| (Moved by$4$ the soul of the same harmony)
092:03,117['  ]| So$3$ carried on$5$ by$4$ your unwearied care
092:03,118['  ]| We rest in$4$ peace and yet in$4$ motion share.
092:03,119['  ]| Let envy then those crimes within you see
092:03,120['  ]| From which$6#1$ the happy never must be free;
092:03,121['  ]| (Envy that$6#1$ does with misery reside,
092:03,122['  ]| The joy and the revenge of ruined pride;)
092:03,123['  ]| Think it not hard if at so$5#1$ cheap a rate
092:03,124['  ]| You can secure the constancy of Fate,
092:03,125['  ]| Whose kindness sent, what does their malice seem,
092:03,126['  ]| By$4$ lesser ills the greater to$9$ redeem.
092:03,127['  ]| Nor can we this weak shower a tempest call
092:03,128['  ]| But drops of heat that$6#1$ in$4$ the sunshine fall.
092:03,129['  ]| You have already wearied Fortune so$5#1$
092:03,130['  ]| She can no$2$ farther be your friend or foe;
092:03,131['  ]| But sits all breathless, and admires to$9$ feel
092:03,132['  ]| A fate so$5#1$ weighty that$3$ it stops her wheel.
092:03,133['  ]| In$4$ all things else above our humble fate
092:03,134['  ]| Your equal mind yet swells not into state,
092:03,135['  ]| But like$4$ some mountain in$4$ those happy isles
092:03,136['  ]| Where in$4$ perpetual spring young Nature smiles,
092:03,137['  ]| Your greatness shows: no$2$ horror to$9$ affright
092:03,138['  ]| But trees for$4$ shade, and flowers to$9$ court the sight;
092:03,139['  ]| Sometimes the hill submits itself a while
092:03,140['  ]| In$4$ small descents, which$6#1$ do its height beguile;
092:03,141['  ]| And sometimes mounts, but so$5#2$ as billows play
092:03,142['  ]| Whose rise not hinders but makes short our way.
092:03,143['  ]| Your brow which$6#1$ does no$2$ fear of thunder know
092:03,144['  ]| Sees rolling tempests vainly beat below:
092:03,145['  ]| And (like$4$ Olympus top,) the impression wears
092:03,146['  ]| Of love and friendship writ in$4$ former years.
092:03,147['  ]| Yet unimpaired with labours or with time
092:03,148['  ]| Your age but seems to$4$ a new youth to$9$ climb.
092:03,149['  ]| Thus heavenly bodies do our time beget;
092:03,150['  ]| And measure change, but share no$2$ part of it.
092:03,151['  ]| And still it shall without a weight increase,
092:03,152['  ]| Like$4$ this new-year, whose motions never cease;
092:03,153['  ]| For$3$ since the glorious course you have begun
092:03,154['  ]| Is led by$4$ CHARLES, as that$6#2$ is by$4$ the sun,
092:03,155['  ]| It must both weightless and immortal prove,
092:03,156['  ]| Because the centre of it is above.
092:04,000@@@@@| 
092:04,000['  ]| <Dryden, "Anne Killigrew": ed Sargeaunt, OUP, pp. 178-81>
092:04,001[A  ]| Thou youngest Virgin-Daughter of the Skies,
092:04,002[A  ]| Made in$4$ the last Promotion of the Blest;
092:04,003[A  ]| Whose Palms, new plucked from Paradise,
092:04,004[A  ]| In$4$ spreading Branches more sublimely rise,
092:04,005[A  ]| Rich with Immortal Green above the rest:
092:04,006[A  ]| Whether, adopted to$4$ some Neighbouring Star,
092:04,007[A  ]| Thou rollest above us in$4$ thy wandering Race,
092:04,008[A  ]| Or, in$4$ Procession fixed and regular,
092:04,009[A  ]| Moved with the Heavens Majestic pace;
092:04,010[A  ]| Or, called to$4$ more Superior Bliss,
092:04,011[A  ]| Thou treadest, with Seraphims, the vast Abyss:
092:04,012[A  ]| Whatever happy region is thy place,
092:04,013[A  ]| Cease thy Celestial Song a little space;
092:04,014[A  ]| (Thou wilt have time enough for$4$ Hymns Divine,
092:04,015[A  ]| Since Heaven's Eternal Year is thine.)
092:04,016[A  ]| Hear then a Mortal Muse thy praise rehearse
092:04,017[A  ]| In$4$ no$2$ ignoble Verse;
092:04,018[A  ]| But such as thy own voice did practise here,
092:04,019[A  ]| When thy first Fruits of Poesie were given,
092:04,020[A  ]| To$9$ make thyself a welcome Inmate there;
092:04,021[A  ]| While yet a young Probationer,
092:04,022[A  ]| And Candidate of Heaven.
092:04,023[A  ]| If by$4$ Traduction came thy Mind,
092:04,024[A  ]| Our Wonder is the less to$9$ find
092:04,025[A  ]| A Soul so$5#1$ charming from a Stock so$5#1$ good;
092:04,026[A  ]| Thy Father was transfused into thy Blood:
092:04,027[A  ]| So$3$ wert thou born into the tuneful strain,
092:04,028[A  ]| (An early, rich, and inexhausted Vein.)
092:04,029[A  ]| But if thy Pre-existing Soul
092:04,030[A  ]| Was formed, at first, with Myriads more,
092:04,031[A  ]| It did through all the Mighty Poets roll
092:04,032[A  ]| Who$6#1$ Greek or Latin Laurels wore,
092:04,033[A  ]| And was that$6#2$ Sappho last, which$6#1$ once it was before.
092:04,034[A  ]| If so$5#2$, then cease thy flight, O Heaven-born Mind!
092:04,035[A  ]| Thou hast no$2$ Dross to$9$ purge from thy Rich Ore:
092:04,036[A  ]| Nor can thy Soul a fairer Mansion find
092:04,037[A  ]| Than was the Beauteous Frame she left behind:
092:04,038[A  ]| Return, to$9$ fill or mend the Quire of thy Celestial kind.
092:04,039[A  ]| May we presume to$9$ say, that$3$ at thy Birth,
092:04,040[A  ]| New joy was sprung in$4$ HEAVEN as well as here on$4$ Earth?
092:04,041[A  ]| For$3$ sure the Milder Planets did combine
092:04,042[A  ]| On$4$ thy auspicious Horoscope to$9$ shine,
092:04,043[A  ]| And even the most Malicious were in$4$ Trine.
092:04,044[A  ]| Thy Brother-Angels at thy Birth
092:04,045[A  ]| Strung each his Lyre, and tuned it high,
092:04,046[A  ]| That$3$ all the People of the Sky
092:04,047[A  ]| Might know a Poetess was born on$4$ Earth.
092:04,048[A  ]| And then if ever, Mortal Ears
092:04,049[A  ]| Had heard the Music of the Spheres!
092:04,050[A  ]| And if no$2$ clustering Swarm of Bees
092:04,051[A  ]| On$4$ thy sweet Mouth distilled their golden Dew,
092:04,052[A  ]| It was that$3$, such vulgar Miracles
092:04,053[A  ]| Heaven had not Leisure to$9$ renew:
092:04,054[A  ]| For$3$ all the Blest Fraternity of Love
092:04,055[A  ]| Solemnized there thy Birth, and kept thy Holyday above.
092:04,056[A  ]| O Gracious God! How far have we
092:04,057[A  ]| Prophaned thy Heavenly Gift of Poesy!
092:04,058[A  ]| Made prostitute and profligate the Muse,
092:04,059[A  ]| Debased to$4$ each obscene and impious use,
092:04,060[A  ]| Whose Harmony was first ordained Above,
092:04,061[A  ]| For$4$ Tongues of Angels and for$4$ Hymns of Love!
092:04,062[A  ]| Oh wretched We! why were we hurried down
092:04,063[A  ]| This lubrique and adulterate age,
092:04,064[A  ]| (Nay, added fat Pollutions of our own)
092:04,065[A  ]| To$9$ increase the steaming Ordures of the Stage?
092:04,066[A  ]| What can we say to$9$ excuse our Second Fall?
092:04,067[A  ]| Let this thy Vestal, Heaven, atone for$4$ all:
092:04,068[A  ]| Her Arethusian Stream remains unsoiled,
092:04,069[A  ]| Unmixed with Foreign Filth and undefiled,
092:04,070[A  ]| Her Wit was more than Man, her Innocence a Child.
092:04,071[A  ]| Art she had none, yet wanted none,
092:04,072[A  ]| For$3$ Nature did that$6#2$ Want supply:
092:04,073[A  ]| So$5#1$ rich in$4$ Treasures of her Own,
092:04,074[A  ]| She might our boasted Stores defy:
092:04,075[A  ]| Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn
092:04,076[A  ]| That$3$ it seemed borrowed, where it was only born.
092:04,077[A  ]| Her Morals too were in$4$ her Bosom bred
092:04,078[A  ]| By$4$ great Examples daily fed,
092:04,079[A  ]| What in$4$ the best of Books, her Father's Life, she read.
092:04,080[A  ]| And to$9$ be read herself she need not fear;
092:04,081[A  ]| Each Test, and every Light, her Muse will$1$ bear,
092:04,082[A  ]| Though Epictetus with his Lamp were there.
092:04,083[A  ]| Even Love (for$3$ Love sometimes her Muse expressed),
092:04,084[A  ]| Was but a Lambent-flame which$6#1$ played about her Breast:
092:04,085[A  ]| Light as the Vapours of a Morning Dream,
092:04,086[A  ]| So$5#1$ cold herself, whilst she such Warmth expressed,
092:04,087[A  ]| It was Cupid bathing in$4$ Diana's Stream.
092:04,088[A  ]| Born to$4$ the Spacious Empire of the Nine,
092:04,089[A  ]| One would have thought, she should have been content
092:04,090[A  ]| To$9$ manage well that$6#2$ Mighty Government;
092:04,091[A  ]| But what can young ambitious Souls confine?
092:04,092[A  ]| To$4$ the next Realm she stretched her Sway,
092:04,093[A  ]| For$3$ Painture near adjoining lay,
092:04,094[A  ]| A plenteous Province, and alluring Prey.
092:04,095[A  ]| A Chamber of Dependences was framed,
092:04,096[A  ]| (As Conquerors will$1$ never want Pretence,
092:04,097[A  ]| When armed, to$9$ justify the Offence),
092:04,098[A  ]| And the whole Fief, in$4$ right of Poetry she claimed.
092:04,099[A  ]| The Country open lay without Defence;
092:04,100[A  ]| For$3$ Poets frequent Inroads there had made,
092:04,101[A  ]| And perfectly could represent
092:04,102[A  ]| The Shape, the Face, with every Lineament;
092:04,103[A  ]| And all the large Domains which$6#1$ the Dumb-sister swayed;
092:04,104[A  ]| All bowed beneath her Government,
092:04,105[A  ]| Received in$4$ Triumph wheresoever she went.
092:04,106[A  ]| Her Pencil drew whatever her Soul designed
092:04,107[A  ]| And oft the happy Draught surpassed the Image in$4$ her Mind.
092:04,108[A  ]| The Sylvan Scenes of Herds and Flocks
092:04,109[A  ]| And fruitful Plains and barren Rocks,
092:04,110[A  ]| Of shallow Brooks that$6#1$ flowed so$5#1$ clear,
092:04,111[A  ]| The bottom did the top appear;
092:04,112[A  ]| Of deeper too and ampler Floods
092:04,113[A  ]| Which$6#1$ as in$4$ Mirrors, shewed the Woods;
092:04,114[A  ]| Of lofty Trees, with Sacred Shades
092:04,115[A  ]| And Perspectives of pleasant Glades,
092:04,116[A  ]| Where Nymphs of brightest Form appear,
092:04,117[A  ]| And shaggy Satyrs standing near,
092:04,118[A  ]| Which$6#1$ them at once admire and fear.
092:04,119[A  ]| The Ruins too of some Majestic Piece,
092:04,120[A  ]| Boasting the Power of ancient Rome or Greece,
092:04,121[A  ]| Whose Statues, Friezes, Columns, broken lie,
092:04,122[A  ]| And, though defaced, the Wonder of the Eye;
092:04,123[A  ]| What Nature, Art, bold fiction, ever durst frame,
092:04,124[A  ]| Her forming Hand gave Feature to$4$ the Name.
092:04,125[A  ]| So$5#1$ strange a Concourse never was seen before,
092:04,126[A  ]| But when the peopled Ark the whole Creation bore.
092:04,127[A  ]| The Scene then changed; with bold Erected Look
092:04,128[A  ]| Our Martial King the sight with Reverence struck:
092:04,129[A  ]| For$3$, not content to$9$ express his Outward Part,
092:04,130[A  ]| Her hand called out the Image of his Heart,
092:04,131[A  ]| His Warlike Mind, his Soul devoid of Fear,
092:04,132[A  ]| His High-designing Thoughts were figured there,
092:04,133[A  ]| As when, by$4$ Magic, Ghosts are made appear.
092:04,134[A  ]| Our Phoenix queen was portrayed too so$5#1$ bright,
092:04,135[A  ]| Beauty alone could Beauty take so$5#1$ right:
092:04,136[A  ]| Her Dress, her Shape, her matchless Grace,
092:04,137[A  ]| Were all observed, as well as heavenly Face,
092:04,138[A  ]| With such a peerless Majesty she stands,
092:04,139[A  ]| As in$4$ that$6#2$ Day she took the Crown from Sacred hands:
092:04,140[A  ]| Before a Train of Heroines was seen,
092:04,141[A  ]| In$4$ Beauty foremost, as in$4$ Rank, the Queen!
092:04,142[A  ]| Thus nothing to$4$ her Genius was denied,
092:04,143[A  ]| But like$4$ a Ball of fire, the farther thrown,
092:04,144[A  ]| Still with a greater Blaze she shone,
092:04,145[A  ]| And her bright Soul broke out on$4$ every side.
092:04,146[A  ]| What next she had designed, Heaven only knows:
092:04,147[A  ]| To$4$ such Immoderate Growth her Conquest rose
092:04,148[A  ]| That$3$ Fate alone its Progress could oppose.
092:04,149[A  ]| Now all those Charms, that$6#2$ blooming Grace,
092:04,150[A  ]| The well-proportioned Shape and beauteous Face,
092:04,151[A  ]| Shall never more be seen by$4$ Mortal Eyes;
092:04,152[A  ]| In$4$ Earth the much-lamented Virgin lies!
092:04,153[A  ]| Not Wit nor Piety could Fate prevent;
092:04,154[A  ]| Nor was the cruel Destiny content
092:04,155[A  ]| To$9$ finish all the Murder at a blow,
092:04,156[A  ]| To$9$ sweep at once her Life and Beauty too;
092:04,157[A  ]| But, like$4$ a hardend Felon, took a pride
092:04,158[A  ]| To$9$ work more Mischievously slow,
092:04,159[A  ]| And plundered first, and then destroyed.
092:04,160[A  ]| O double Sacrilege on$4$ things Divine,
092:04,161[A  ]| To$9$ rob the Relic, and deface the Shrine!
092:04,162[A  ]| But thus Orinda died;
092:04,163[A  ]| Heaven, by$4$ the same Disease, did both translate,
092:04,164[A  ]| As equal were their Souls, so$5#1$ equal was their fate.
092:04,165[A  ]| Meantime, her Warlike Brother on$4$ the Seas
092:04,166[A  ]| His waving Streamers to$4$ the Winds displays,
092:04,167[A  ]| And vows for$4$ his Return, with vain Devotion, pays.
092:04,168[A  ]| Ah, Generous Youth! that$6#2$ Wish forbear,
092:04,169[A  ]| The Winds too soon will$1$ waft thee here!
092:04,170[A  ]| Slack all thy Sails, and fear to$9$ come,
092:04,171[A  ]| Alas, thou knowest not, thou art wrecked at home!
092:04,172[A  ]| No$2$ more shalt thou behold thy Sister's Face,
092:04,173[A  ]| Thou hast already had her last Embrace.
092:04,174[A  ]| But look aloft, and if thou kenst from far,
092:04,175[A  ]| Among the Pleiads, a New-kindled Star,
092:04,176[A  ]| If any sparkles, than the rest, more bright,
092:04,177[A  ]| It is she that$6#1$ shines in$4$ that$6#2$ propitious Light.
092:04,178[A  ]| When in$4$ mid-Air the Golden Trump shall sound,
092:04,179[A  ]| To$9$ raise the Nations under ground;
092:04,180[A  ]| When in$4$ the Valley of Jehosaphat
092:04,181[A  ]| The Judging God shall close the book of Fate;
092:04,182[A  ]| And there the last Assizes keep
092:04,183[A  ]| For$4$ those who$6#1$ Wake and those who$6#1$ Sleep;
092:04,184[A  ]| When rattling Bones together fly
092:04,185[A  ]| From the four Corners of the Sky,
092:04,186[A  ]| When Sinews over the Skeletons are spread,
092:04,187[A  ]| Those clothed with Flesh, and Life inspires the Dead;
092:04,188[A  ]| The Sacred Poets first shall hear the Sound,
092:04,189[A  ]| And foremost from the Tomb shall bound:
092:04,190[A  ]| For$3$ they are covered with the lightest ground;
092:04,191[A  ]| And straight, with inborn Vigour, on$4$ the Wing,
092:04,192[A  ]| Like$4$ mounting Larks, to$4$ the New Morning sing.
092:04,193[A  ]| There Thou, sweet Saint, before the Quire shalt go,
092:04,194[A  ]| As Harbinger of Heaven, the Way to$9$ show,
092:04,195[A  ]| The Way which$6#1$ thou so$5#1$ well hast learned below.
092:05,000@@@@@| 
092:05,000['  ]| <Dryden, "Astraea Redux": Sargeaunt, OUP, pp. 7-10>
092:05,001[A  ]| Now with a general Peace the World was blest,
092:05,002[A  ]| While Ours, a World divided from the rest,
092:05,003[A  ]| A dreadful Quiet felt, and worser far
092:05,004[A  ]| Than Arms, a sullen Interval of War:
092:05,005[A  ]| Thus, when black Clouds draw down the labouring Skies,
092:05,006[A  ]| Before yet abroad the winged Thunder flies,
092:05,007[A  ]| An horrid Stillness first invades the ear,
092:05,008[A  ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ silence We the Tempest fear.
092:05,009[A  ]| The ambitious Swede like$4$ restless Billows tossed
092:05,010[A  ]| On$4$ this hand gaining what on$4$ that$6#2$ he lost,
092:05,011[A  ]| Though in$4$ his life he Blood and Ruin breathed,
092:05,012[A  ]| To$4$ his now guideless Kingdom Peace bequeathed;
092:05,013[A  ]| And Heaven, that$6#1$ seemed regardless of our Fate,
092:05,014[A  ]| For$4$ France and Spain did Miracles create,
092:05,015[A  ]| Such mortal Quarrels to$9$ compose in$4$ Peace
092:05,016[A  ]| As Nature bred and Interest did increase.
092:05,017[A  ]| We sighed to$9$ hear the fair Iberian Bride
092:05,018[A  ]| Must grow a Lily to$4$ the Lily's side,
092:05,019[A  ]| While Our cross Stars denied us Charles his bed
092:05,020[A  ]| Whom Our first Flames and Virgin Love did wed.
092:05,021[A  ]| For$4$ his long absence Church and State did groan;
092:05,022[A  ]| Madness the Pulpit, Faction seized the Throne:
092:05,023[A  ]| Experienced Age in$4$ deep despair was lost
092:05,024[A  ]| To$9$ see the Rebel thrive, the Loyal crossed:
092:05,025[A  ]| Youth that$6#1$ with Joys had unacquainted been
092:05,026[A  ]| Envied gray hairs that$6#1$ once good Days had seen.
092:05,027[A  ]| We thought our sires, not with their own content,
092:05,028[A  ]| Had before we came to$4$ age our Portion spent.
092:05,029[A  ]| Nor could our Nobles hope their bold Attempt
092:05,030[A  ]| Who$6#1$ ruined Crowns would Coronets exempt:
092:05,031[A  ]| For$3$ when by$4$ their designing Leaders taught
092:05,032[A  ]| To$9$ strike at Power which$6#1$ for$4$ themselves they sought,
092:05,033[A  ]| The vulgar gulled into Rebellion, armed,
092:05,034[A  ]| Their blood to$4$ action by$4$ the Prize was warmed;
092:05,035[A  ]| The Sacred Purple then and Scarlet Gown,
092:05,036[A  ]| Like$4$ sanguine Dye, to$4$ Elephants was shewn.
092:05,037[A  ]| Thus when the bold Typhoeus scaled the Sky
092:05,038[A  ]| And forced great Jove from his own Heaven to$9$ fly,
092:05,039[A  ]| (What King, what Crown from Treason's reach is free,
092:05,040[A  ]| If Jove and Heaven can violated be?),
092:05,041[A  ]| The lesser Gods that$6#1$ shared his prosperous State
092:05,042[A  ]| All suffered in$4$ the Exiled Thunderer's Fate.
092:05,043[A  ]| The Rabble now such Freedom did enjoy,
092:05,044[A  ]| As Winds at Sea, that$6#1$ use it to$9$ destroy:
092:05,045[A  ]| Blind as the Cyclops, and as wild as he,
092:05,046[A  ]| They owned a lawless savage Liberty,
092:05,047[A  ]| Like$4$ that$6#2$ our painted Ancestors so$5#1$ prized
092:05,048[A  ]| Before Empire's Arts their Breasts had Civilized.
092:05,049[A  ]| How Great were then Our Charles his woes, who$6#1$ thus
092:05,050[A  ]| Was forced to$9$ suffer for$4$ Himself and us!
092:05,051[A  ]| He tossed by$4$ fate, and hurried up$5$ and down,
092:05,052[A  ]| Heir to$4$ his Father's Sorrows, with his Crown,
092:05,053[A  ]| Could taste no$2$ sweets of Youths desired Age,
092:05,054[A  ]| But found his Life too true a Pilgrimage.
092:05,055[A  ]| Unconquered yet in$4$ that$6#2$ forlorn Estate,
092:05,056[A  ]| His Manly Courage overcame his Fate.
092:05,057[A  ]| His Wounds he took like$4$ Romans on$4$ his Breast,
092:05,058[A  ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ his Vertue were with Laurels dressed.
092:05,059[A  ]| As Souls reach Heaven, while yet in$4$ Bodies pent,
092:05,060[A  ]| So$3$ did he live above his Banishment.
092:05,061[A  ]| That$6#2$ Sun, which$6#1$ we beheld with cozened eyes
092:05,062[A  ]| Within the Water, moved along the Skies.
092:05,063[A  ]| How easy it is when Destiny proves kind,
092:05,064[A  ]| With full spread Sails to$9$ run before the Wind,
092:05,065[A  ]| But those that$6#1$ against stiff Gales laveering go
092:05,066[A  ]| Must be at once resolved and skilful too.
092:05,067[A  ]| He would not like$4$ soft Otho hope prevent,
092:05,068[A  ]| But stayed and suffered Fortune to$9$ repent.
092:05,069[A  ]| These Virtues Galba in$4$ a Stranger sought;
092:05,070[A  ]| And Piso to$4$ Adopted Empire brought.
092:05,071[A  ]| How shall I then my doubtful Thoughts express,
092:05,072[A  ]| That$6#1$ must his Sufferings both regret and bless!
092:05,073[A  ]| For$3$ when his early Valour Heaven had crossed,
092:05,074[A  ]| And all at Worcester but the honour lost,
092:05,075[A  ]| Forced into exile from his rightful Throne
092:05,076[A  ]| He made all countries where he came his own,
092:05,077[A  ]| And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway
092:05,078[A  ]| A Royal Factor for$4$ their Kingdoms lay.
092:05,079[A  ]| Thus banished David spent abroad his time,
092:05,080[A  ]| When to$9$ be God's Anointed was his Crime,
092:05,081[A  ]| And when restored, made his proud Neighbours rue
092:05,082[A  ]| Those choice Remarks he from his Travels drew:
092:05,083[A  ]| Nor is he only by$4$ Afflictions shown
092:05,084[A  ]| To$9$ conquer others Realms, but rule his own:
092:05,085[A  ]| Recovering hardly what he lost before,
092:05,086[A  ]| His Right endears it much, his Purchase more.
092:05,087[A  ]| Inured to$9$ suffer before he came to$9$ reign,
092:05,088[A  ]| No$2$ rash procedure will$1$ his Actions stain.
092:05,089[A  ]| To$4$ business ripened by$4$ digestive thought,
092:05,090[A  ]| His future rule is into Method brought:
092:05,091[A  ]| As they who$6#1$ first Proportion understand,
092:05,092[A  ]| With easy Practice reach a Master's hand.
092:05,093[A  ]| Well might the Ancient Poets then confer
092:05,094[A  ]| On$4$ Night, the honoured name of Counseller,
092:05,095[A  ]| Since struck with rays of prosperous Fortune blind,
092:05,096[A  ]| We Light alone in$4$ dark Afflictions find.
092:05,097[A  ]| In$4$ such adversities to$4$ Sceptres trained,
092:05,098[A  ]| The name of Great his famous Grandsire gained;
092:05,099[A  ]| Who$6#1$ yet a King alone in$4$ Name and Right,
092:05,100[A  ]| With hunger, cold, and angry Jove did fight;
092:05,101[A  ]| Shocked by$4$ a Covenanting League's vast Powers,
092:05,102[A  ]| As holy and as Catholic as ours:
092:05,103[A  ]| Till Fortunes fruitless spite had made it known
092:05,104[A  ]| Her blows not shook but riveted his Throne.
092:05,105[A  ]| Some lazy Ages, lost in$4$ Sleep and Ease
092:05,106[A  ]| No$2$ Action leave to$4$ busy Chronicles;
092:05,107[A  ]| Such, whose supine felicity but makes
092:05,108[A  ]| In$4$ story Casmes, in$4$ Epoche's mistakes;
092:05,109[A  ]| Over whom Time gently shakes his wings of Down,
092:05,110[A  ]| Till with his silent Sickle they are mown:
092:05,111[A  ]| Such is not Charles his too too active age,
092:05,112[A  ]| Which$6#1$ governed by$4$ the wild distempered rage
092:05,113[A  ]| Of some black Star infecting all the Skies,
092:05,114[A  ]| Made him at his own cost like$4$ Adam wise.
092:05,115[A  ]| Tremble ye Nations who$6#1$ secure before,
092:05,116[A  ]| Laughed at those Arms that$6#1$ against ourselves we bore;
092:05,117[A  ]| Roused by$4$ the lash of his own stubborn Tail,
092:05,118[A  ]| Our Lion now will$1$ foreign Foes assail.
092:05,119[A  ]| With Alga who$6#1$ the sacred Altar strows?
092:05,120[A  ]| To$4$ all the Sea-Gods Charles an Offering owes;
092:05,121[A  ]| A Bull to$4$ thee Portunus shall be slain
092:05,122[A  ]| A Lamb to$4$ you the Tempests of the Main:
092:05,123[A  ]| For$3$ those loud Storms that$6#1$ did against him roar
092:05,124[A  ]| Have cast his shipwracked Vessel on$4$ the shore.
092:05,125[A  ]| Yet, as wise Artists mix their Colours so$3$
092:05,126[A  ]| That$3$ by$4$ degrees they from each other go,
092:05,127[A  ]| Black steals unheeded from the neighbouring white
092:05,128[A  ]| Without offending the well cozened sight,
092:05,129[A  ]| So$3$ on$4$ us stole our blessed change; while we
092:05,130[A  ]| The effect did feel but scarce the manner see.
092:05,131[A  ]| Frosts that$6#1$ constrain the ground, and birth deny
092:05,132[A  ]| To$4$ Flowers that$6#1$ in$4$ its womb expecting lie,
092:05,133[A  ]| Do seldom their usurping Power withdraw,
092:05,134[A  ]| But raging Floods pursue their hasty Thaw:
092:05,135[A  ]| Our Thaw was mild, the Cold not chased away,
092:05,136[A  ]| But lost in$4$ kindly heat of lengthened day.
092:05,137[A  ]| Heaven would no$2$ bargain for$4$ its Blessings drive,
092:05,138[A  ]| But what we could not pay for$4$, freely give.
092:05,139[A  ]| The Prince of Peace would, like$4$ himself, confer
092:05,140[A  ]| A Gift unhoped without the price of war.
092:05,141[A  ]| Yet, as he knew his Blessings worth, took care
092:05,142[A  ]| That$3$ we should know it by$4$ repeated Prayer,
092:05,143[A  ]| Which$6#1$ stormed the skies and ravished Charles from thence,
092:05,144[A  ]| As Heaven itself is took by$4$ violence.
092:05,145[A  ]| Booth's forward Valour only served to$9$ shew
092:05,146[A  ]| He durst that$6#2$ duty pay we all did owe:
092:05,147[A  ]| The Attempt was fair; but Heaven's prefixed hour
092:05,148[A  ]| Not come; so$3$ like$4$ the watchful Traveller,
092:05,149[A  ]| That$6#1$ by$4$ the Moon's mistaken light did rise,
092:05,150[A  ]| Lay down again and closed his weary eyes.
092:05,151[A  ]| It was MONK, whom Providence designed to$9$ loose
092:05,152[A  ]| Those real bonds false Freedom did impose.
092:05,153[A  ]| The blessed Saints that$6#1$ watched this turning Scene
092:05,154[A  ]| Did from their Stars with joyful wonder lean,
092:05,155[A  ]| To$9$ see small Clues draw vastest weights along,
092:05,156[A  ]| Not in$4$ their bulk but in$4$ their order strong.
092:05,157[A  ]| Thus Pencils can by$4$ one slight touch restore
092:05,158[A  ]| Smiles to$4$ that$6#2$ changed face that$6#1$ wept before.
092:05,159[A  ]| With ease such fond Chymaeras we pursue
092:05,160[A  ]| As Fancy frames for$4$ Fancy to$9$ subdue;
092:05,161[A  ]| But when ourselves to$4$ action we betake,
092:05,162[A  ]| It shuns the Mint, like$4$ Gold that$6#1$ Chymists make:
092:05,163[A  ]| How hard was then his Task, at once to$9$ be,
092:05,164[A  ]| What in$4$ the body natural we see;
092:05,165[A  ]| Man's Architect distinctly did ordain
092:05,166[A  ]| The Charge of Muscles, Nerves, and of the Brain.
092:05,167[A  ]| Through viewless Conduits Spirits to$9$ dispense,
092:05,168[A  ]| The Springs of Motion from the Seat of Sense.
092:05,169[A  ]| It was not the hasty product of a day,
092:05,170[A  ]| But the well ripened Fruit of wise delay.
092:05,171[A  ]| He like$4$ a patient Angler before he struck,
092:05,172[A  ]| Would let them play a while upon$4$ the hook.
092:05,173[A  ]| Our healthful food the Stomach labours thus,
092:05,174[A  ]| At first embracing what it straight doth crush.
092:05,175[A  ]| Wise Leeches will$1$ not vain Receipts obtrude,
092:05,176[A  ]| While growing Pains pronounce the Humors crude;
092:05,177[A  ]| Deaf to$4$ complaints they wait upon$4$ the Ill,
092:05,178[A  ]| Till some safe Crisis authorize their Skill.
092:05,179[A  ]| Nor could his Acts too close a Vizard wear
092:05,180[A  ]| To$9$ escape their Eyes whom Guilt had taught to$9$ fear,
092:05,181[A  ]| And guard with caution that$6#2$ polluted nest,
092:05,182[A  ]| Whence Legion twice before was dispossessed.
092:05,183[A  ]| Once Sacred house, which$6#1$ when they entered in$5$,
092:05,184[A  ]| They thought the place could sanctify a sin;
092:05,185[A  ]| Like$4$ those that$6#1$ vainly hoped kind Heaven would wink,
092:05,186[A  ]| While to$4$ excess on$4$ Martyrs' Tombs they drink.
092:05,187[A  ]| And as devouter Turks first warn their Souls
092:05,188[A  ]| To$9$ part, before they taste forbidden Bowls,
092:05,189[A  ]| So$3$ these when their black Crimes they went about,
092:05,190[A  ]| First timely charmed their useless Conscience out.
092:05,191[A  ]| Religion's Name against itself was made;
092:05,192[A  ]| The Shadow served the Substance to$9$ invade:
092:05,193[A  ]| Like$4$ Zealous Missions they did Care pretend
092:05,194[A  ]| Of Souls in$4$ shew, but made the Gold their end.
092:05,195[A  ]| The incensed Powers beheld with scorn from high
092:05,196[A  ]| An Heaven so$5#1$ far distant from the Sky,
092:05,197[A  ]| Which$6#1$ durst, with horses' hoofs that$6#1$ beat the Ground
092:05,198[A  ]| And Martial Brass bely the Thunder's Sound.
092:05,199[A  ]| It was hence at length just Vengeance thought it fit
092:05,200[A  ]| To$9$ speed their Ruin by$4$ their impious wit.
092:05,201[A  ]| Thus Sforza cursed with a too fertile brain,
092:05,202[A  ]| Lost by$4$ his wiles the Power his Wit did gain.
092:05,203[A  ]| Henceforth their Fogue must spend at lesser rate,
092:05,204[A  ]| Than in$4$ its flames to$9$ wrap a Nation's Fate.
092:05,205[A  ]| Suffered to$9$ live, they are like$4$ Helots set
092:05,206[A  ]| A virtuous Shame within us to$9$ beget.
092:05,207[A  ]| For$3$ by$4$ example most we sinned before
092:05,208[A  ]| And glass-like clearness mixed with frailty bore,
092:05,209[A  ]| But since, reformed by$4$ what we did amiss,
092:05,210[A  ]| We by$4$ our sufferings learn to$9$ prize our bliss.
092:05,211[A  ]| Like$4$ early Lovers, whose unpractised hearts
092:05,212[A  ]| Were long the May-game of malicious arts,
092:05,213[A  ]| When once they find their Jealousies were vain,
092:05,214[A  ]| With double heat renew their Fires again.
092:05,215[A  ]| It was this produced the Joy, that$6#1$ hurried over
092:05,216[A  ]| Such swarms of English to$4$ the Neighbouring shore
092:05,217[A  ]| To$9$ fetch that$6#2$ Prize, by$4$ which$6#1$ Batavia made
092:05,218[A  ]| So$5#1$ rich amends for$4$ our impoverished Trade
092:05,219[A  ]| Oh had you seen from Schevelin's barren Shore,
092:05,220[A  ]| (Crowded with troops, and barren now no$2$ more,)
092:05,221[A  ]| Afflicted Holland to$4$ his Farewell bring
092:05,222[A  ]| True Sorrow, Holland to$9$ regret a King;
092:05,223[A  ]| While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride,
092:05,224[A  ]| And willing Winds to$4$ their lowered Sails denied.
092:05,225[A  ]| The wavering Streamers, Flags, and Standard out,
092:05,226[A  ]| The merry Seamen's rude but cheerful Shout;
092:05,227[A  ]| And last the Cannons' voice that$6#1$ shook the Skies,
092:05,228[A  ]| And, as it fares in$4$ sudden Ecstasies,
092:05,229[A  ]| At once bereft us both of Ears and Eyes.
092:05,230[A  ]| The Naseby now no$2$ longer England's shame,
092:05,231[A  ]| But better to$9$ be lost in$4$ Charles his name
092:05,232[A  ]| (Like$4$ some unequal Bride in$4$ nobler sheets)
092:05,233[A  ]| Receives her Lord: The joyful London meets
092:05,234[A  ]| The Princely York, himself alone a freight;
092:05,235[A  ]| The Swift-sure groans beneath great Gloucester's weight.
092:05,236[A  ]| Secure as when the Halcyon breeds, with these,
092:05,237[A  ]| He that$6#1$ was born to$9$ drown might cross the Seas.
092:05,238[A  ]| Heaven could not own a Providence, and take
092:05,239[A  ]| The wealth three Nations ventured at a stake.
092:05,240[A  ]| The same indulgence Charles his Voyage blessed,
092:05,241[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ his right had Miracles confessed.
092:05,242[A  ]| The Winds that$6#1$ never Moderation knew,
092:05,243[A  ]| Afraid to$9$ blow too much, too faintly blew;
092:05,244[A  ]| Or out of breath with joy could not enlarge
092:05,245[A  ]| Their straightened Lungs, or conscious of their Charge.
092:05,246[A  ]| The British Amphitrite smooth and clear
092:05,247[A  ]| In$4$ richer Azure never did appear;
092:05,248[A  ]| Proud her returning Prince to$9$ entertain
092:05,249[A  ]| With the submitted Fasces of the Main.
092:05,250[A  ]| And welcome now (great Monarch) to$4$ your own;
092:05,251[A  ]| Behold the approaching Cliffs of Albion;
092:05,252[A  ]| It is no$2$ longer Motion cheats your view,
092:05,253[A  ]| As you meet it, the Land approacheth you.
092:05,254[A  ]| The Land returns, and in$4$ the white it wears
092:05,255[A  ]| The marks of Penitence and Sorrow bears.
092:05,256[A  ]| But you, whose Goodness your Descent doth show,
092:05,257[A  ]| Your Heavenly Parentage and Earthly too;
092:05,258[A  ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ same mildness which$6#1$ your Father's Crown
092:05,259[A  ]| Before did ravish, shall secure your own.
092:05,260[A  ]| Not tied to$4$ rules of Policy, you find
092:05,261[A  ]| Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.
092:05,262[A  ]| Thus, when the Almighty would to$4$ Moses give
092:05,263[A  ]| A sight of all he could behold and live;
092:05,264[A  ]| A voice before his Entry did proclaim
092:05,265[A  ]| Long-Suffering, Goodness, Mercy in$4$ his Name.
092:05,266[A  ]| Your Power to$4$ Justice doth submit your Cause,
092:05,267[A  ]| Your Goodness only is above the Laws;
092:05,268[A  ]| Whose rigid Letter, while pronounced by$4$ you,
092:05,269[A  ]| Is softer made. So$3$ winds that$6#1$ tempests brew
092:05,270[A  ]| When through Arabian Groves they take their flight
092:05,271[A  ]| Made wanton with rich Odours, lose their spite.
092:05,272[A  ]| And as those Lees, that$6#1$ trouble it, refine
092:05,273[A  ]| The agitated Soul of Generous Wine,
092:05,274[A  ]| So$3$ tears of Joy for$4$ your returning spilt,
092:05,275[A  ]| Work out and expiate our former Guilt.
092:05,276[A  ]| Methinks I see those Crowds on$4$ Dover's Strand,
092:05,277[A  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ their haste to$9$ welcome you to$4$ Land
092:05,278[A  ]| Choked up$5$ the Beach with their still growing store,
092:05,279[A  ]| And made a wilder Torrent on$4$ the Shore:
092:05,280[A  ]| While, spurred with eager thoughts of past Delight,
092:05,281[A  ]| Those who$6#1$ had seen you court a second sight;
092:05,282[A  ]| Preventing still your Steps and making haste
092:05,283[A  ]| To$9$ meet you often wheresoever you past.
092:05,284[A  ]| How shall I speak of that$6#2$ triumphant Day
092:05,285[A  ]| When you renewed the expiring Pomp of May!
092:05,286[A  ]| (A month that$6#1$ owns an Interest in$4$ your Name:
092:05,287[A  ]| You and the Flowers are its peculiar Claim.)
092:05,288[A  ]| That$6#2$ Star, that$6#1$ at your Birth shone out so$5#1$ bright,
092:05,289[A  ]| It stained the duller Sun's Meridian light,
092:05,290[A  ]| Did once again its potent Fires renew,
092:05,291[A  ]| Guiding our Eyes to$9$ find and worship you.
092:05,292[A  ]| And now time's whiter Series is begun,
092:05,293[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ soft Centuries shall smoothly run;
092:05,294[A  ]| Those Clouds that$6#1$ overcast your Morn shall fly,
092:05,295[A  ]| Dispelled to$4$ farthest corners of the Sky.
092:05,296[A  ]| Our nation, with united Interest blest,
092:05,297[A  ]| Not now content to$9$ poise, shall sway, the rest.
092:05,298[A  ]| Abroad your Empire shall no$2$ Limits know,
092:05,299[A  ]| But like$4$ the Sea in$4$ boundless Circles flow.
092:05,301[A  ]| Your much loved Fleet shall with a wide Command
092:05,302[A  ]| Besiege the petty Monarchs of the Land:
092:05,303[A  ]| And as Old Time his Off-spring swallowed down,
092:05,304[A  ]| Our Ocean in$4$ its depths all Seas shall drown.
092:05,305[A  ]| Their wealthy Trade from Pirate's Rapine free,
092:05,306[A  ]| Our Merchants shall no$2$ more Adventurers be:
092:05,307[A  ]| Nor in$4$ the farthest East those Dangers fear
092:05,308[A  ]| Which$6#1$ humble Holland must dissemble here.
092:05,309[A  ]| Spain to$4$ your gift alone her Indies owes;
092:05,310[A  ]| For$3$ what the Powerful takes not he bestows.
092:05,311[A  ]| And France that$6#1$ did an Exile's presence Fear
092:05,312[A  ]| May justly apprehend you still too near.
092:05,313[A  ]| At home the hateful names of Parties cease
092:05,314[A  ]| And factious Souls are wearied into peace.
092:05,315[A  ]| The discontented now are only they
092:05,316[A  ]| Whose Crimes before did your Just Cause betray:
092:05,317[A  ]| Of those your Edicts some reclaim from sins,
092:05,318[A  ]| But most your Life and Blest Example wins.
092:05,319[A  ]| Oh happy Prince whom Heaven hath taught the way
092:05,320[A  ]| By$4$ paying Vows to$9$ have more Vows to$9$ pay!
092:05,321[A  ]| Oh happy Age! Oh times like$4$ those alone,
092:05,322[A  ]| By$4$ Fate reserved for$4$ great Augustus throne!
092:05,323[A  ]| When the joint growth of Arms and Arts foreshew
092:05,324[A  ]| The World a Monarch, and that$6#2$ Monarch You.
092:06,000@@@@@| 
092:06,000['  ]| <The Medal. A satyr against sedition.>
092:06,000['  ]| <2498 words. Text scanned in from California Dryden. >
092:06,000['  ]| <Spellings modernised and punctuation revised by MJS.>
092:06,001['  ]| Of all our antique sights, and pageantry
092:06,002['  ]| Which$6#1$ English idiots run in$4$ crowds to$9$ see,
092:06,003['  ]| The Polish Medal bears the prize alone:
092:06,004['  ]| A monster, more the favourite of the town
092:06,005['  ]| Than either fairs or theatres have shown.
092:06,006['  ]| Never did Art so$5#1$ well with Nature strive,
092:06,007['  ]| Nor ever idol seemed so$5#1$ much alive;
092:06,008['  ]| So$5#1$ like$4$ the man: so$5#1$ golden to$4$ the sight,
092:06,009['  ]| So$5#1$ base within, so$5#1$ counterfeit and light.
092:06,010['  ]| One side is filled with title and with face,
092:06,011['  ]| And, lest the King should want a regal place, 
092:06,012['  ]| On$4$ the reverse, a tower the town surveys,
092:06,013['  ]| Over which$6#1$ our mounting sun his beams displays.
092:06,014['  ]| The word, pronounced aloud by$4$ shrieval voice,
092:06,015['  ]| \7Laetamur\, which$6#1$, in$4$ Polish, is rejoice,
092:06,016['  ]| The day, month, year, to$4$ the great act are joined, 
092:06,017['  ]| And a new canting holiday designed.
092:06,018['  ]| Five days he sat, for$4$ every cast and look;
092:06,019['  ]| Four more than God to$9$ finish Adam took. 
092:06,020['  ]| But who$6#2$ can tell what essence angels are, 
092:06,021['  ]| Or how long Heaven was making Lucifer?
092:06,022['  ]| Oh, could the style that$6#1$ copied every grace,
092:06,023['  ]| And ploughed such furrows for$4$ an eunuch face:
092:06,024['  ]| Could it have formed his ever-changing will$0$,
092:06,025['  ]| The various piece had tired the graver's skill! 
092:06,026['  ]| A martial hero first, with early care,
092:06,027['  ]| Blown, like$4$ a pygmy by$4$ the winds, to$4$ war; 
092:06,028['  ]| A beardless chief, a rebel, before a man
092:06,029['  ]| (So$5#1$ young his hatred to$4$ his Prince began); 
092:06,030['  ]| Next this (how wildly will$1$ ambition steer!): 
092:06,031['  ]| A vermin, wriggling in$4$ the usurper's ear; 
092:06,032['  ]| Bartering his venal wit for$4$ sums of gold, 
092:06,033['  ]| He cast himself into the saint-like mould,
092:06,034['  ]| Groaned, sighed and prayed, while godliness was gain, 
092:06,035['  ]| The loudest bagpipe of the squeaking train.
092:06,036['  ]| But, as it is hard to$9$ cheat a juggler's eyes,
092:06,037['  ]| His open lewdness he could never disguise.
092:06,038['  ]| There split the saint: for$3$ hypocritic zeal
092:06,039['  ]| Allows no$2$ sins but those it can conceal.
092:06,040['  ]| Whoring to$4$ scandal gives too large a scope: 
092:06,041['  ]| Saints must not trade; but they may interlope.
092:06,042['  ]| The ungodly principle was all the same,
092:06,043['  ]| But a gross cheat betrays his partner's game;
092:06,044['  ]| Besides, their pace was formal, grave and slack: 
092:06,045['  ]| His nimble wit outran the heavy pack.
092:06,046['  ]| Yet still he found his fortune at a stay,
092:06,047['  ]| Whole droves of blockheads choking up$5$ his way;
092:06,048['  ]| They took, but not rewarded, his advice:
092:06,049['  ]| Villain and wit exact a double price.
092:06,050['  ]| Power was his aim, but, thrown from that$6#2$ pretence 
092:06,051['  ]| The wretch turned loyal in$4$ his own defence,
092:06,052['  ]| And Malice reconciled him to$4$ his Prince.
092:06,053['  ]| Him, in$4$ the anguish of his soul he served, 
092:06,054['  ]| Rewarded faster still than he deserved. 
092:06,055['  ]| Behold him now exalted into trust:
092:06,056['  ]| His counsel is oft convenient, seldom just. 
092:06,057['  ]| Even in$4$ the most sincere advice he gave 
092:06,058['  ]| He had a grudging still to$9$ be a knave; 
092:06,059['  ]| The frauds he learnt in$4$ his fanatic years 
092:06,060['  ]| Made him uneasy in$4$ his lawful gears. 
092:06,061['  ]| At best as little honest as he could,
092:06,062['  ]| And, like$4$ white witches, mischievously good. 
092:06,063['  ]| To$4$ his first bias longingly he leans,
092:06,064['  ]| And rather would be great by$4$ wicked means.
092:06,065['  ]| Thus, framed for$4$ ill, he loosed our triple hold; 
092:06,066['  ]| (Advice unsafe, precipitous, and bold).
092:06,067['  ]| From hence those tears! that$6#2$ Ilium of our woe!
092:06,068['  ]| Who$6#1$ helps a powerful friend, forearms a foe.
092:06,069['  ]| What wonder if the waves prevail so$5#1$ far
092:06,070['  ]| When he cut down the banks that$6#1$ made the bar? 
092:06,071['  ]| Seas follow but their nature to$9$ invade,
092:06,072['  ]| But he by$4$ art our native strength betrayed.
092:06,073['  ]| So$3$ Sampson to$4$ his foe his force confessed,
092:06,074['  ]| And, to$9$ be shorn, lay slumbering on$4$ her breast. 
092:06,075['  ]| But when this fatal counsel, found too late, 
092:06,076['  ]| Exposed its author to$4$ the public hate;
092:06,077['  ]| When his just sovereign, by$4$ no$2$ impious way,
092:06,078['  ]| Could be seduced to$4$ arbitrary sway;
092:06,079['  ]| Forsaken of that$6#2$ hope, he shifts the sail,
092:06,080['  ]| Drives down the current with a popular gale 
092:06,081['  ]| And shows the fiend confessed, without a veil. 
092:06,082['  ]| He preaches to$4$ the crowd, that$3$ power is lent, 
092:06,083['  ]| But not conveyed to$4$ kingly government;
092:06,084['  ]| That$3$ claims successive bear no$2$ binding force; 
092:06,085['  ]| That$3$ coronation oaths are things of course; 
092:06,086['  ]| Maintains the multitude can never err,
092:06,087['  ]| And sets the people in$4$ the papal chair. 
092:06,088['  ]| The reason is obvious: interest never lies;
092:06,089['  ]| The most have still their interest in$4$ their eyes;
092:06,090['  ]| The power is always theirs, and power is ever wise. 
092:06,091['  ]| Almighty crowd, thou shortenest all dispute: 
092:06,092['  ]| Power is thy essence, wit thy attribute!
092:06,093['  ]| Nor faith nor reason make thee at a stay:
092:06,094['  ]| Thou leapest over all eternal truths, in$4$ thy pindaric way! 
092:06,095['  ]| Athens, no$2$ doubt, did righteously decide,
092:06,096['  ]| When Phocion and when Socrates were tried; 
092:06,097['  ]| As righteously they did those dooms repent; 
092:06,098['  ]| Still they were wise, whatever way they went:
092:06,099['  ]| Crowds err not, though to$4$ both extremes they run,
092:06,100['  ]| To$9$ kill the father, and recall the son. 
092:06,101['  ]| Some think the fools were most, as times went then; 
092:06,102['  ]| But now the world's overstocked with prudent men: 
092:06,103['  ]| The common cry is even religion's test,
092:06,104['  ]| The Turk's is, at Constantinople, best;
092:06,105['  ]| Idols in$4$ India, Popery at Rome,
092:06,106['  ]| And our own worship only true at home.
092:06,107['  ]| And true, but for$4$ the time, it is hard to$9$ know 
092:06,108['  ]| How long we please it shall continue so$5#2$: 
092:06,109['  ]| This side today, and that$6#2$ tomorrow burns; 
092:06,110['  ]| So$3$ all are God-almighties in$4$ their turns. 
092:06,111['  ]| A tempting doctrine, plausible and new:
092:06,112['  ]| What fools our fathers were, if this be true! 
092:06,113['  ]| Who$6#1$, to$9$ destroy the seeds of civil war, 
092:06,114['  ]| Inherent right in$4$ monarchs did declare, 
092:06,115['  ]| And, that$3$ a lawful power might never cease, 
092:06,116['  ]| Secured succession, to$9$ secure our peace. 
092:06,117['  ]| Thus, property and sovereign sway, at last 
092:06,118['  ]| In$4$ equal balances were justly cast;
092:06,119['  ]| But this new Jehu spurs the hot-mouthed horse,
092:06,120['  ]| Instructs the beast to$9$ know his native force, 
092:06,121['  ]| To$9$ take the bit between his teeth and fly
092:06,122['  ]| To$4$ the next headlong steep of anarchy. 
092:06,123['  ]| Too happy England, if our good we knew, 
092:06,124['  ]| Would we possess the freedom we pursue?
092:06,125['  ]| The lavish government can give no$2$ more, 
092:06,126['  ]| Yet we repine, and plenty makes us poor.
092:06,127['  ]| God tried us once; our rebel-fathers fought;
092:06,128['  ]| He glutted them with all the power they sought,
092:06,129['  ]| Till, mastered by$4$ their own usurping brave,
092:06,130['  ]| The free-born subject sunk into a slave. 
092:06,131['  ]| We loath our manna, and we long for$4$ quails:
092:06,132['  ]| Ah, what is man, when his own wish prevails!
092:06,133['  ]| How rash, how swift to$9$ plunge himself in$4$ ill;
092:06,134['  ]| Proud of his power, and boundless in$4$ his will$0$!
092:06,135['  ]| That$3$ kings can do no$2$ wrong we must believe;
092:06,136['  ]| None can they do, and must they all receive?
092:06,137['  ]| Help Heaven! or sadly we shall see an hour
092:06,138['  ]| When neither wrong nor right are in$4$ their power! 
092:06,139['  ]| Already they have lost their best defence,
092:06,140['  ]| The benefit of laws, which$6#1$ they dispense; 
092:06,141['  ]| No$2$ justice to$4$ their righteous cause allowed, 
092:06,142['  ]| But baffled by$4$ an arbitrary crowd.
092:06,143['  ]| And medals graved, their conquest to$9$ record,
092:06,144['  ]| The stamp and coin of their adopted lord.
092:06,145['  ]| The man who$6#1$ laughed but once, to$9$ see an ass
092:06,146['  ]| Mumbling to$9$ make the cross-grained thistles pass, 
092:06,147['  ]| Might laugh again, to$9$ see a jury chaw
092:06,148['  ]| The prickles of unpalatable law.
092:06,149['  ]| The witnesses, that$6#1$, leech-like, lived on$4$ blood, 
092:06,150['  ]| Sucking for$4$ them were medicinally good; 
092:06,151['  ]| But, when they fastened on$4$ their festered sore, 
092:06,152['  ]| Then justice and religion they forswore,
092:06,153['  ]| Their maiden oaths debauched into a whore.
092:06,154['  ]| Thus men are raised by$4$ factions, and decried;
092:06,155['  ]| And rogue and saint distinguished by$4$ their side. 
092:06,156['  ]| They rack even scripture to$9$ confess their cause, 
092:06,157['  ]| And plead a call to$9$ preach, in$4$ spite of laws. 
092:06,158['  ]| But that$6#2$ is no$2$ news to$4$ the poor injured page; 
092:06,159['  ]| It has been used as ill in$4$ every age
092:06,160['  ]| And is constrained, with patience, all to$9$ take, 
092:06,161['  ]| For$3$ what defence can Greek and Hebrew make? 
092:06,162['  ]| Happy who$6#1$ can this talking trumpet seize;
092:06,163['  ]| They make it speak whatever sense they please! 
092:06,164['  ]| It was framed, at first, our oracle to$9$ enquire, 
092:06,165['  ]| But, since our sects in$4$ prophecy grow higher,
092:06,166['  ]| The text inspires not them, but they the text inspire. 
092:06,167['  ]| London, thou great emporium of our isle,
092:06,168['  ]| Oh, thou too bounteous, thou too fruitful Nile, 
092:06,169['  ]| How shall I praise or curse to$4$ thy desert,
092:06,170['  ]| Or separate thy sound, from thy corrupted part! 
092:06,171['  ]| I called thee Nile; the parallel will$1$ stand: 
092:06,172['  ]| Thy tides of wealth overflow the fattened land; 
092:06,173['  ]| Yet monsters from thy large increase we find 
092:06,174['  ]| Engendered on$4$ the slime thou leavest behind. 
092:06,175['  ]| Sedition has not wholly seized on$4$ thee,
092:06,176['  ]| Thy nobler parts are from infection free:
092:06,177['  ]| Of Israel's tribes thou hast a numerous band, 
092:06,178['  ]| But still the Canaanite is in$4$ the land;
092:06,179['  ]| Thy military chiefs are brave and true,
092:06,180['  ]| Nor are thy disenchanted burghers few; 
092:06,181['  ]| The head is loyal which$6#1$ thy heart commands, 
092:06,182['  ]| But what is a head with two such gouty hands? 
092:06,183['  ]| The wise and wealthy love the surest way, 
092:06,184['  ]| And are content to$9$ thrive and to$9$ obey;
092:06,185['  ]| But wisdom is to$4$ sloth too great a slave: 
092:06,186['  ]| None are so$3$ busy as the fool and knave.
092:06,187['  ]| Those let me curse; what vengeance will$1$ they urge, 
092:06,188['  ]| Whose ordures neither plague nor fire can purge? 
092:06,189['  ]| Nor sharp experience can to$4$ duty bring,
092:06,190['  ]| Nor angry Heaven, nor a forgiving King! 
092:06,191['  ]| In$4$ Gospel phrase their chapmen they betray,
092:06,192['  ]| Their shops are dens, the buyer is their prey; 
092:06,193['  ]| The knack of trades is living on$4$ the spoil; 
092:06,194['  ]| They boast, even when each other they beguile.
092:06,195['  ]| Customs to$9$ steal is such a trivial thing
092:06,196['  ]| That$3$ it is their charter, to$9$ defraud their King;
092:06,197['  ]| All hands unite of every jarring sect,
092:06,198['  ]| They cheat the country first, and then infect;
092:06,199['  ]| They, for$4$ God's cause their monarchs dare dethrone 
092:06,200['  ]| And they will$1$ be sure to$9$ make his cause their own. 
092:06,201['  ]| Whether the plotting Jesuit laid the plan
092:06,202['  ]| Of murdering kings, or the French Puritan,
092:06,203['  ]| Our sacrilegious sects their guides outgo,
092:06,204['  ]| And kings and kingly power would murder too.
092:06,205['  ]| What means their traitorous combination less, 
092:06,206['  ]| Too plain to$9$ evade, too shameful to$9$ confess? 
092:06,207['  ]| But treason is not owned when it is descried: 
092:06,208['  ]| Successful crimes alone are justified.
092:06,209['  ]| The men who$6#1$ no$2$ conspiracy would find,
092:06,210['  ]| Who$6#2$ doubts but, had it taken, they had joined, 
092:06,211['  ]| Joined, in$4$ a mutual covenant of defence,
092:06,212['  ]| At first without, at last against their Prince?
092:06,213['  ]| If sovereign right by$4$ sovereign power they scan, 
092:06,214['  ]| The same bold maxim holds in$4$ God and man;
092:06,215['  ]| God were not safe, his thunder could they shun,
092:06,216['  ]| He should be forced to$9$ crown another Son.
092:06,217['  ]| Thus, when the heir was from the vineyard thrown, 
092:06,218['  ]| The rich possession was the murderer's own.
092:06,219['  ]| In$4$ vain to$4$ sophistry they have recourse:
092:06,220['  ]| By$4$ proving theirs no$2$ plot, they prove it is worse:  
092:06,221['  ]| Unmasked rebellion, and audacious force,
092:06,222['  ]| Which$6#1$, though not actual, yet all eyes may see
092:06,223['  ]| It is working, in$4$ the immediate power to$9$ be. 
092:06,224['  ]| For$3$, from pretended grievances they rise, 
092:06,225['  ]| First to$9$ dislike, and after to$9$ despise; 
092:06,226['  ]| Then, Cyclop-like in$4$ human flesh to$9$ deal, 
092:06,227['  ]| Chop up$5$ a minister at every meal,
092:06,228['  ]| Perhaps not wholly to$9$ melt down the King, 
092:06,229['  ]| But clip his regal rights within the ring;
092:06,230['  ]| From thence, to$9$ assume the power of peace and war, 
092:06,231['  ]| And ease him by$4$ degrees of public care;
092:06,232['  ]| Yet, to$9$ consult his dignity and fame,
092:06,233['  ]| He should have leave to$9$ exercise the name,
092:06,234['  ]| And hold the cards, while commons played the game. 
092:06,235['  ]| For$3$ what can power give more than food and drink, 
092:06,236['  ]| To$9$ live at ease, and not be bound to$9$ think? 
092:06,237['  ]| These are the cooler methods of their crime,
092:06,238['  ]| But their hot zealots think it is loss of time;
092:06,239['  ]| On$4$ utmost bounds of loyalty they stand,
092:06,240['  ]| And grin and whet like$4$ a Croatian band 
092:06,241['  ]| That$6#1$ waits impatient for$4$ the last command. 
092:06,242['  ]| Thus outlaws open villainy maintain;
092:06,243['  ]| They steal not, but in$4$ squadrons scour the plain, 
092:06,244['  ]| And, if their power the passengers subdue:
092:06,245['  ]| The most have right, the wrong is in$4$ the few. 
092:06,246['  ]| Such impious axioms foolishly they show, 
092:06,247['  ]| For$3$, in$4$ some soils republics will$1$ not grow: 
092:06,248['  ]| Our temperate isle will$1$ no$2$ extremes sustain, 
092:06,249['  ]| Of popular sway, or arbitrary reign,
092:06,250['  ]| But slides between them both into the best, 
092:06,251['  ]| Secure in$4$ freedom, in$4$ a monarch blest.
092:06,252['  ]| And though the climate, vexed with various winds,
092:06,253['  ]| Works through our yielding bodies, on$4$ our minds, 
092:06,254['  ]| The wholesome tempest purges what it breeds
092:06,255['  ]| To$9$ recommend the calmness that$6#1$ succeeds.
092:06,256['  ]| But thou, the pander of the people's hearts, 
092:06,257['  ]| (Oh crooked soul, and serpentine in$4$ arts!) 
092:06,258['  ]| Whose blandishments a loyal land have whored,
092:06,259['  ]| And broke the bonds she plighted to$4$ her lord; 
092:06,260['  ]| What curses on$4$ thy blasted name will$1$ fall, 
092:06,261['  ]| Which$6#1$ age to$4$ age their legacy shall call!
092:06,262['  ]| For$3$ all must curse the woes that$6#1$ must descend on$4$ all. 
092:06,263['  ]| Religion thou hast none, thy mercury 
092:06,264['  ]| Has passed through every sect, or theirs through thee; 
092:06,265['  ]| But what thou givest, that$6#2$ venom still remains,
092:06,266['  ]| And the poxed nation feels thee in$4$ their brains.
092:06,267['  ]| What else inspires the tongues, and swells the breasts 
092:06,268['  ]| Of all thy bellowing renegado priests
092:06,269['  ]| That$6#1$ preach up$5$ thee for$4$ God, dispense thy laws,
092:06,270['  ]| And with thy stumm ferment their fainting cause, 
092:06,271['  ]| Fresh fumes of madness raise, and toil and sweat
092:06,272['  ]| To$9$ make the formidable cripple great?
092:06,273['  ]| Yet, should thy crimes succeed, should lawless power 
092:06,274['  ]| Compass those ends thy greedy hopes devour,
092:06,275['  ]| Thy canting friends thy mortal foes would be, 
092:06,276['  ]| Thy God and theirs will$1$ never long agree. 
092:06,277['  ]| For$3$ thine (if thou hast any) must be one 
092:06,278['  ]| That$6#1$ lets the world and humankind alone:
092:06,279['  ]| A jolly God, that$6#1$ passes hours too well
092:06,280['  ]| To$9$ promise Heaven, or threaten us with Hell; 
092:06,281['  ]| That$6#1$ unconcerned can at rebellion sit,
092:06,282['  ]| And wink at crimes he did himself commit.
092:06,283['  ]| A tyrant theirs, the Heaven their priesthood paints 
092:06,284['  ]| A conventicle of gloomy sullen saints;
092:06,285['  ]| A Heaven, like$4$ Bedlam, slovenly and sad, 
092:06,286['  ]| Fore-doomed for$4$ souls, with false religion, mad.
092:06,287['  ]| Without a vision poets can foreshow
092:06,288['  ]| What all but fools, by$4$ common sense may know:
092:06,289['  ]| If true succession from our isle should fail,
092:06,290['  ]| And crowds profane, with impious arms prevail, 
092:06,291['  ]| Not thou, nor those thy factious arts engage,
092:06,292['  ]| Shall reap that$6#2$ harvest of rebellious rage 
092:06,293['  ]| With which$6#1$ thou flatterest thy decrepit age. 
092:06,294['  ]| The swelling poison of the several sects,
092:06,295['  ]| Which$6#1$, wanting vent, the nation's health infects, 
092:06,296['  ]| Shall burst its bag, and fighting out their way, 
092:06,297['  ]| The various venoms on$4$ each other prey.
092:06,298['  ]| The Presbyter, puffed up$5$ with spiritual pride,
092:06,299['  ]| Shall on$4$ the necks of the lewd nobles ride,
092:06,300['  ]| His brethren damn, the civil power defy, 
092:06,301['  ]| And parcel out republic prelacy.
092:06,302['  ]| But short shall be his reign: his rigid yoke 
092:06,303['  ]| And tyrant power will$1$ puny sects provoke,
092:06,304['  ]| And frogs and toads, and all the tadpole train
092:06,305['  ]| Will$1$ croak to$4$ Heaven for$4$ help from this devouring crane. 
092:06,306['  ]| The cut-throat sword and clamorous gown shall jar
092:06,307['  ]| In$4$ sharing their ill-gotten spoils of war;
092:06,308['  ]| Chiefs shall be grudged the part which$6#1$ they pretend,
092:06,309['  ]| Lords envy lords, and friends with every friend
092:06,310['  ]| About their impious merit shall contend; 
092:06,311['  ]| The surly commons shall respect deny, 
092:06,312['  ]| And justle peerage out with property;
092:06,313['  ]| Their general either shall his trust betray, 
092:06,314['  ]| And force the crowd to$4$ arbitrary sway,
092:06,315['  ]| Or they suspecting his ambitious aim,
092:06,316['  ]| In$4$ hate of kings shall cast anew the frame,
092:06,317['  ]| And thrust out Collatine that$6#1$ bore their name. 
092:06,318['  ]| Thus inborn broils the factions would engage, 
092:06,319['  ]| Or wars of exiled heirs, or foreign rage, 
092:06,320['  ]| Till halting vengeance overtook our Age, 
092:06,321['  ]| And our wild labours, wearied into rest, 
092:06,322['  ]| Reclined us on$4$ a rightful monarch's breast.
092:07,000@@@@@| 
092:07,000['  ]| <Threnodia Augustalis: A Funeral-Pindarique Poem>
092:07,000['  ]| <Sacred to the Happy Memory of King Charles II >
092:07,000['  ]| <3529 words. Text from the California Dryden. >
092:07,000['  ]| <MJS has modernised text and revised punctuation>
092:07,000['  ]| <I.>
092:07,001[A  ]| Thus long my grief has kept me dumb:
092:07,002[A  ]| Sure there is a lethargy in$4$ mighty woe, 
092:07,003[A  ]| Tears stand congealed, and can not flow, 
092:07,004[A  ]| And the sad soul retires into her inmost room; 
092:07,005[A  ]| Tears, for$4$ a stroke foreseen, afford relief, 
092:07,006[A  ]| But, unprovided for$4$ a sudden blow,
092:07,007[A  ]| Like$4$ Niobe we marble grow
092:07,008[A  ]| And petrify with grief.
092:07,009[A  ]| Our British Heaven was all serene,
092:07,010[A  ]| No$2$ threatening cloud was nigh, <10>
092:07,011[A  ]| Not the least wrinkle to$9$ deform the sky; 
092:07,012[A  ]| We lived as unconcerned and happily
092:07,013[A  ]| As the first age in$4$ Nature's golden scene; 
092:07,014[A  ]| Supine amidst our flowing store,
092:07,015[A  ]| We slept securely, and we dreamt of more: 
092:07,016[A  ]| When suddenly the thunder-clap was heard, 
092:07,017[A  ]| It took us unprepared and out of guard, 
092:07,018[A  ]| Already lost before we feared.
092:07,019[A  ]| The amazing news of Charles at once were spread,
092:07,020[A  ]| At once the general voice declared, <20> 
092:07,021[A  ]| Our gracious prince was dead.
092:07,022[A  ]| No$2$ sickness known before, no$2$ slow disease, 
092:07,023[A  ]| To$9$ soften grief by$4$ just degrees:
092:07,024[A  ]| But, like$4$ an hurricane on$4$ Indian seas, 
092:07,025[A  ]| The tempest rose,
092:07,026[A  ]| An unexpected burst of woes,
092:07,027[A  ]| With scarce a breathing space betwixt, 
092:07,028[A  ]| This now becalmed, and perishing the next. 
092:07,029[A  ]| As if great Atlas from his height
092:07,030[A  ]| Should sink beneath his heavenly weight, <30> 
092:07,031[A  ]| And, with a mighty flaw, the flaming wall 
092:07,032[A  ]| (As once it shall)
092:07,033[A  ]| Should gape immense and rushing down, overwhelm this nether ball.
092:07,034[A  ]| So$5#1$ swift and so$5#1$ surprising was our fear,
092:07,035[A  ]| Our Atlas fell indeed; but Hercules was near. 
092:07,000['  ]| <II.>
092:07,036[A  ]| His pious brother, sure the best
092:07,037[A  ]| Whoever bore that$6#2$ name,
092:07,038[A  ]| Was newly risen from his rest,
092:07,039[A  ]| And, with a fervent flame,
092:07,040[A  ]| His usual morning vows had just addressed <40> 
092:07,041[A  ]| For$4$ his dear sovereign's health;
092:07,042[A  ]| And hoped to$9$ have them heard,
092:07,043[A  ]| In$4$ long increase of years,
092:07,044[A  ]| In$4$ honour, fame and wealth:
092:07,045[A  ]| Guiltless of greatness thus he always prayed, 
092:07,046[A  ]| Nor knew nor wished those vows he made,
092:07,047[A  ]| On$4$ his own head should be repaid.
092:07,048[A  ]| Soon as the ill-omened rumour reached his ear, 
092:07,049[A  ]| (Ill news is winged with Fate, and flies apace) 
092:07,050[A  ]| Who$6#2$ can describe the amazement in$4$ his face? <50>
092:07,051[A  ]| Horror in$4$ all his pomp was there,
092:07,052[A  ]| Mute and magnificent, without a tear: 
092:07,053[A  ]| And then the hero first was seen to$9$ fear. 
092:07,054[A  ]| Half unarrayed he ran to$4$ his relief,
092:07,055[A  ]| So$5#1$ hasty and so$5#1$ artless was his grief: 
092:07,056[A  ]| Approaching Greatness met him with her charms 
092:07,057[A  ]| Of power and future state;
092:07,058[A  ]| But looked so$5#1$ ghastly in$4$ a brother's fate,
092:07,059[A  ]| He shook her from his arms. <60> 
092:07,060[A  ]| Arrived within the mournful room, he saw 
092:07,061[A  ]| A wild distraction, void of awe,
092:07,062[A  ]| And arbitrary grief unbounded by$4$ a law: 
092:07,063[A  ]| God's image, God's anointed lay 
092:07,064[A  ]| Without motion, pulse or breath,
092:07,065[A  ]| A senseless lump of sacred clay,
092:07,066[A  ]| An image, now, of death.
092:07,067[A  ]| Amidst his sad attendants' groans and cries, 
092:07,068[A  ]| The lines of that$6#2$ adored, forgiving face, 
092:07,069[A  ]| Distorted from their native grace,
092:07,070[A  ]| An iron slumber sat on$4$ his majestic eyes. <70> 
092:07,071[A  ]| The pious duke ~~ forbear audacious Muse,
092:07,072[A  ]| No$2$ terms thy feeble art can use
092:07,073[A  ]| Are able to$9$ adorn so$5#1$ vast a woe ~~
092:07,074[A  ]| The grief of all the rest like$4$ subject-grief did show,
092:07,075[A  ]| His like$4$ a sovereign did transcend;
092:07,076[A  ]| No$2$ wife, no$2$ brother, such a grief could know, 
092:07,077[A  ]| Nor any name, but friend.
092:07,000['  ]| <III.>
092:07,078[A  ]| O wondrous changes of a fatal scene,
092:07,079[A  ]| Still varying to$4$ the last!
092:07,080[A  ]| Heaven, though its hard decree was passed, <80> 
092:07,081[A  ]| Seemed pointing to$4$ a gracious turn again:
092:07,082[A  ]| And Death's uplifted arm arrested in$4$ its haste. 
092:07,083[A  ]| Heaven half repented of the doom,
092:07,084[A  ]| And almost grieved it had foreseen
092:07,085[A  ]| What by$4$ foresight it willed eternally to$9$ come. 
092:07,086[A  ]| Mercy above did hourly plead
092:07,087[A  ]| For$4$ her resemblance here below,
092:07,088[A  ]| And mild Forgiveness intercede
092:07,089[A  ]| To$9$ stop the coming blow.
092:07,090[A  ]| New miracles approached the ethereal throne, <90>
092:07,091[A  ]| Such as his wondrous life had oft and lately known,
092:07,092[A  ]| And urged that$3$ still they might be shown. 
092:07,093[A  ]| On$4$ earth his pious brother prayed and vowed, 
092:07,094[A  ]| Renouncing greatness at so$5#1$ dear a rate, 
092:07,095[A  ]| Himself defending, what he could,
092:07,096[A  ]| From all the glories of his future fate.
092:07,097[A  ]| With him the innumerable crowd
092:07,098[A  ]| Of armed prayers
092:07,099[A  ]| Knocked at the gates of Heaven, and knocked aloud:
092:07,100[A  ]| The first, well-meaning rude petitioners; <100> 
092:07,101[A  ]| All for$4$ his life assailed the throne,
092:07,102[A  ]| All would have bribed the skies by$4$ offering up$5$ their own;
092:07,103[A  ]| So$5#1$ great a throng not Heaven itself could bar: 
092:07,104[A  ]| It was almost born by$4$ force as in$4$ the Giants' War.
092:07,105[A  ]| The prayers, at least, for$4$ his reprieve were heard:
092:07,106[A  ]| His death, like$4$ Hezekiah's, was deferred; 
092:07,107[A  ]| Against the sun the shadow went,
092:07,108[A  ]| Five days, those five degrees, were lent
092:07,109[A  ]| To$9$ form our patience and prepare the event. 
092:07,110[A  ]| The second causes took the swift command, <110> 
092:07,111[A  ]| The medicinal head, the ready hand,
092:07,112[A  ]| All eager to$9$ perform their part,
092:07,113[A  ]| All but eternal doom was conquered by$4$ their art.
092:07,114[A  ]| Once more the fleeting soul came back
092:07,115[A  ]| To$9$ inspire the mortal frame,
092:07,116[A  ]| And in$4$ the body took a doubtful stand, 
092:07,117[A  ]| Doubtful and hovering like$4$ expiring flame, 
092:07,118[A  ]| That$6#1$ mounts and falls by$4$ turns, and trembles over the brand.
092:07,000['  ]| <IV.>
092:07,119[A  ]| The joyful short-lived news soon spread around, 
092:07,120[A  ]| Took the same train, the same impetuous bound: <120>
092:07,121[A  ]| The drooping town in$4$ smiles again was dressed, 
092:07,122[A  ]| Gladness in$4$ every face expressed,
092:07,123[A  ]| Their eyes before their tongues confessed. 
092:07,124[A  ]| Men met each other with erected look,
092:07,125[A  ]| The steps were higher that$6#1$ they took, 
092:07,127[A  ]| Friends to$9$ congratulate their friends made haste,
092:07,127[A  ]| And long inveterate foes saluted as they passed.
092:07,128[A  ]| Above the rest heroic James appeared, 
092:07,129[A  ]| Exalted more, because he more had feared: 
092:07,130[A  ]| His manly heart, whose noble pride <130> 
092:07,131[A  ]| Was still above
092:07,132[A  ]| Dissembled hate or varnished love,
092:07,133[A  ]| Its more than common transport could not hide, 
092:07,134[A  ]| But like$4$ an Eagre rode in$4$ triumph over the tide.
092:07,135[A  ]| Thus, in$4$ alternate course,
092:07,136[A  ]| The tyrant passions, hope and fear,
092:07,137[A  ]| Did in$4$ extremes appear,
092:07,138[A  ]| And flashed upon$4$ the soul with equal force. 
092:07,139[A  ]| Thus, at half ebb, a rolling sea
092:07,140[A  ]| Returns and wins upon$4$ the shore; <140> 
092:07,141[A  ]| The watery herd, afrighted at the roar, 
092:07,142[A  ]| Rest on$4$ their fins awhile, and stay, 
092:07,143[A  ]| Then backward take their wondering way; 
092:07,144[A  ]| The prophet wonders more than they
092:07,145[A  ]| At prodigies but rarely seen before,
092:07,146[A  ]| And cries, A king must fall, or kingdoms change their sway.
092:07,147[A  ]| Such were our counter-tides at land, and so$3$ 
092:07,148[A  ]| Presaging of the fatal blow,
092:07,149[A  ]| In$4$ their prodigious ebb and flow.
092:07,150[A  ]| The royal soul, that$6#1$ like$4$ the labouring moon, <150>
092:07,151[A  ]| By$4$ charms of art was hurried down,
092:07,152[A  ]| Forced with regret to$9$ leave her native sphere, 
092:07,153[A  ]| Came but awhile on$4$ liking here;
092:07,154[A  ]| Soon weary of the painful strife,
092:07,155[A  ]| And made but faint essays of life:
092:07,156[A  ]| An evening light
092:07,157[A  ]| Soon shut in$4$ night;
092:07,158[A  ]| A strong distemper, and a weak relief, 
092:07,159[A  ]| Short intervals of joy, and long returns of grief.
092:07,100['  ]| <V.>
092:07,160[A  ]| The sons of Art all medicines tried <160> 
092:07,161[A  ]| And every noble remedy applied;
092:07,162[A  ]| With emulation each essayed
092:07,163[A  ]| His utmost skill, nay more they prayed: 
092:07,164[A  ]| Never was losing game with better conduct played.
092:07,165[A  ]| Death never won a stake with greater toil, 
092:07,166[A  ]| Nor ever was Fate so$5#1$ near a foil;
092:07,167[A  ]| But, like$4$ a fortress on$4$ a rock,
092:07,168[A  ]| The impregnable disease their vain attempts did mock;
092:07,169[A  ]| They mined it near, they battered from afar
092:07,170[A  ]| With all the cannon of the medicinal war; <170> 
092:07,171[A  ]| No$2$ gentle means could be essayed,
092:07,172[A  ]| It was beyond parley when the siege was laid. 
092:07,173[A  ]| The extremest ways they first ordain, 
092:07,174[A  ]| Prescribing such intolerable pain,
092:07,175[A  ]| As none but Caesar could sustain; 
092:07,176[A  ]| Undaunted Caesar underwent
092:07,177[A  ]| The malice of their art, nor bent
092:07,178[A  ]| Beneath whatever their pious rigour could invent:
092:07,179[A  ]| In$4$ five such days he suffered more
092:07,180[A  ]| Than any suffered in$4$ his reign before; <180> 
092:07,181[A  ]| More, infinitely more, than he,
092:07,182[A  ]| Against the worst of rebels, could decree, 
092:07,183[A  ]| A traitor or twice-pardoned enemy.
092:07,184[A  ]| Now Art was tired without success,
092:07,185[A  ]| No$2$ racks could make the stubborn malady confess;
092:07,186[A  ]| The vain insurancers of life,
092:07,187[A  ]| And he who$6#1$ most performed and promised less, 
092:07,188[A  ]| Even Short himself, forsook the unequal strife. 
092:07,189[A  ]| Death and despair was in$4$ their looks,
092:07,190[A  ]| No$2$ longer they consult their memories or books; <190>
092:07,191[A  ]| Like$4$ helpless friends, who$6#1$ view from shore 
092:07,192[A  ]| The labouring ship, and hear the tempest roar, 
092:07,193[A  ]| So$3$ stood they with their arms across:
092:07,194[A  ]| Not to$9$ assist, but to$9$ deplore
092:07,195[A  ]| The inevitable loss.
092:07,000['  ]| <VI.>
092:07,196[A  ]| Death was denounced: that$6#2$ frightful sound 
092:07,197[A  ]| Which$6#1$ even the best can hardly bear;
092:07,198[A  ]| He took the summons void of fear,
092:07,199[A  ]| And, unconcernedly, cast his eyes around,
092:07,200[A  ]| As if to$9$ find and dare the grizzly challenger. <200>
092:07,201[A  ]| What Death could do he lately tried,
092:07,202[A  ]| When in$4$ four days he more than died;
092:07,203[A  ]| The same assurance all his words did grace, 
092:07,204[A  ]| The same majestic mildness held its place, 
092:07,205[A  ]| Nor lost the monarch in$4$ his dying face. 
092:07,206[A  ]| Intrepid, pious, merciful, and brave,
092:07,207[A  ]| He looked as when he conquered and forgave. 
092:07,000[A  ]| <VII.>
092:07,208[A  ]| As if some angel had been sent
092:07,209[A  ]| To$9$ lengthen out his government,
092:07,210[A  ]| And to$9$ foretell as many years again, <210> 
092:07,211[A  ]| As he had numbered in$4$ his happy reign, 
092:07,212[A  ]| So$5#1$ cheerfully he took the doom
092:07,213[A  ]| Of his departing breath,
092:07,214[A  ]| Nor shrunk nor stepped aside for$4$ death; 
092:07,215[A  ]| But, with unaltered pace, kept on$5$, 
092:07,216[A  ]| Providing for$4$ events to$9$ come,
092:07,217[A  ]| When he resigned the throne.
092:07,218[A  ]| Still he maintained his kingly state, 
092:07,219[A  ]| And grew familiar with his fate; 
092:07,220[A  ]| Kind, good and gracious to$4$ the last, <220> 
092:07,221[A  ]| On$4$ all he loved before, his dying beams he cast.
092:07,222[A  ]| Oh truly good, and truly great,
092:07,223[A  ]| For$3$ glorious as he rose, benignly so$5#2$ he set! 
092:07,224[A  ]| All that$6#1$ on$4$ earth he held most dear,
092:07,225[A  ]| He recommended to$4$ his care,
092:07,226[A  ]| To$4$ whom both Heaven
092:07,227[A  ]| The right had given
092:07,228[A  ]| And his own love bequeathed supreme command:
092:07,229[A  ]| He took and pressed that$6#2$ ever loyal hand, 
092:07,230[A  ]| Which$6#1$ could in$4$ peace secure his reign, <230> 
092:07,231[A  ]| Which$6#1$ could in$4$ wars his power maintain, 
092:07,232[A  ]| That$6#2$ hand on$4$ which$6#1$ no$2$ plighted vows were ever vain.
092:07,233[A  ]| Well for$4$ so$5#1$ great a trust, he chose
092:07,234[A  ]| A prince who$6#1$ never disobeyed:
092:07,235[A  ]| Not when the most severe commands were laid, 
092:07,236[A  ]| Nor want, nor exile with his duty weighed; 
092:07,237[A  ]| A prince on$4$ whom (if Heaven its eyes could close)
092:07,238[A  ]| The welfare of the world it safely might repose.
092:07,000['  ]| <VIII.>
092:07,239[A  ]| That$6#2$ king who$6#1$ lived to$4$ God's own heart,
092:07,240[A  ]| Yet less serenely died than he: <240> 
092:07,241[A  ]| Charles left behind no$2$ harsh decree 
092:07,242[A  ]| For$4$ schoolmen with laborious art
092:07,243[A  ]| To$9$ salve from cruelty;
092:07,244[A  ]| Those, for$4$ whom love could no$2$ excuses frame, 
092:07,245[A  ]| He graciously forgot to$9$ name.
092:07,246[A  ]| Thus far my Muse, though rudely, has designed 
092:07,247[A  ]| Some faint resemblance of his godlike mind, 
092:07,248[A  ]| But neither pen nor pencil can express
092:07,249[A  ]| The parting brothers' tenderness
092:07,250[A  ]| (Though that$6#2$ is a term too mean and low ; <250> 
092:07,251[A  ]| (The blessed above a kinder word may know); 
092:07,252[A  ]| But what they did, and what they said,
092:07,253[A  ]| The monarch who$6#1$ triumphant went,
092:07,254[A  ]| The militant who$6#1$ stayed:
092:07,255[A  ]| Like$4$ painters, when their heightening arts are spent, 
092:07,256[A  ]| I cast into a shade.
092:07,257[A  ]| That$6#2$ all forgiving King,
092:07,258[A  ]| The type of him above,
092:07,259[A  ]| That$6#2$ inexhausted spring
092:07,260[A  ]| Of clemency and love: <260>
092:07,261[A  ]| Himself to$4$ his next self accused,
092:07,262[A  ]| And asked that$6#2$ pardon which$6#1$ he never refused,
092:07,263[A  ]| For$4$ faults not his, for$4$ guilt and crimes
092:07,264[A  ]| Of godless men, and of rebellious times, 
092:07,265[A  ]| For$4$ an hard exile, kindly meant,
092:07,266[A  ]| When his ungrateful country sent
092:07,267[A  ]| Their best Camillus into banishment
092:07,268[A  ]| And forced their sovereign's act, they could not his consent.
092:07,269[A  ]| Oh how much rather had that$6#2$ injured chief
092:07,270[A  ]| Repeated all his sufferings past, <270>
092:07,271[A  ]| Than hear a pardon begged at last,
092:07,272[A  ]| Which$6#1$ given could give the dying no$2$ relief! 
092:07,273[A  ]| He bent, he sunk beneath his grief,
092:07,274[A  ]| His dauntless heart would fain have held 
092:07,275[A  ]| From weeping, but his eyes rebelled. 
092:07,276[A  ]| Perhaps the godlike hero in$4$ his breast 
092:07,277[A  ]| Disdained, or was ashamed to$9$ show
092:07,278[A  ]| So$5#1$ weak, so$5#1$ womanish a woe,
092:07,279[A  ]| Which$6#1$ yet the brother and the friend so$5#1$ plenteously confessed.
092:07,000['  ]| <IX.>
092:07,280[A  ]| Amidst that$6#2$ silent shower, the royal mind <280>
092:07,281[A  ]| An easy passage found,
092:07,282[A  ]| And left its sacred earth behind;
092:07,283[A  ]| Nor murmuring groan expressed, nor labouring sound,
092:07,284[A  ]| Nor any least tumultuous breath:
092:07,285[A  ]| Calm was his life, and quiet was his death,
092:07,286[A  ]| Soft as those gentle whispers were
092:07,287[A  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ the Almighty did appear:
092:07,288[A  ]| By$4$ the still voice, the prophet knew him there. 
092:07,289[A  ]| That$6#2$ peace which$6#1$ made thy prosperous reign to$9$ shine, 
092:07,290[A  ]| That$6#2$ peace thou leavest to$4$ thy imperial line, <290>
092:07,291[A  ]| That$6#2$ peace, oh happy shade, be ever thine!
092:07,000['  ]| <X.>
092:07,292[A  ]| For$4$ all those joys thy restoration brought, 
092:07,293[A  ]| For$4$ all the miracles it wrought,
092:07,294[A  ]| For$4$ all the healing balm thy mercy poured 
092:07,295[A  ]| Into the nation's bleeding wound,
092:07,296[A  ]| And care that$6#1$ after kept it sound;
092:07,297[A  ]| For$4$ numerous blessings yearly showered, 
092:07,298[A  ]| And property with plenty crowned,
092:07,299[A  ]| For$4$ freedom, still maintained alive 
092:07,300[A  ]| Freedom which$6#1$ in$4$ no$2$ other land will$1$ thrive, <300>
092:07,301[A  ]| Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative, 
092:07,302[A  ]| Without whose charms even peace would be
092:07,303[A  ]| But a dull quiet slavery:
092:07,304[A  ]| For$4$ these and more, accept our pious praise; 
092:07,305[A  ]| It is all the subsidy
092:07,306[A  ]| The present age can raise,
092:07,307[A  ]| The rest is charged on$4$ late posterity. 
092:07,308[A  ]| Posterity is charged the more,
092:07,309[A  ]| Because the large abounding store,
092:07,310[A  ]| To$4$ them and to$4$ their heirs, is still entailed by$4$ thee. <310>
092:07,311[A  ]| Succession, of a long descent,
092:07,312[A  ]| Which$6#1$ chastely in$4$ the channels ran, 
092:07,313[A  ]| And from our demi-gods began,
092:07,314[A  ]| Equal almost to$4$ time in$4$ its extent, 
092:07,315[A  ]| Through hazards numberless and great, 
092:07,316[A  ]| Thou hast derived this mighty blessing down,
092:07,317[A  ]| And fixed the fairest gem that$6#1$ decks the imperial crown. 
092:07,318[A  ]| Not faction, when it shook thy regal seat,
092:07,319[A  ]| Not senates, insolently loud,
092:07,320[A  ]| (Those echoes of a thoughtless crowd), <320>
092:07,321[A  ]| Not foreign or domestic treachery,
092:07,322[A  ]| Could warp thy soul to$4$ their unjust decree. 
092:07,323[A  ]| So$5#1$ much thy foes thy manly mind mistook, 
092:07,324[A  ]| Who$6#1$ judged it by$4$ the mildness of thy look: 
092:07,325[A  ]| Like$4$ a well-tempered sword, it bent at will$0$, 
092:07,326[A  ]| But kept the native toughness of the steel.
092:07,000['  ]| <XI.>
092:07,327[A  ]| Be true, O Clio, to$4$ thy hero's name!
092:07,328[A  ]| But draw him strictly so$3$
092:07,329[A  ]| That$3$ all who$6#1$ view the piece may know
092:07,330[A  ]| He needs no$2$ trappings of fictitious fame. <330>
092:07,331[A  ]| The load is too weighty: thou mayst choose 
092:07,332[A  ]| Some parts of praise, and some refuse;
092:07,333[A  ]| Write, that$3$ his annals may be thought more lavish than the Muse. 
092:07,334[A  ]| In$4$ scanty truth thou hast confined
092:07,335[A  ]| The virtues of a royal mind,
092:07,336[A  ]| Forgiving, bounteous, humble, just and kind;
092:07,337[A  ]| His conversation, wit, and parts,
092:07,338[A  ]| His knowledge in$4$ the noblest, useful arts,
092:07,339[A  ]| Were such, dead authors could not give,
092:07,340[A  ]| But habitudes of those who$6#1$ live, <340>
092:07,341[A  ]| Who$6#1$, lighting him, did greater lights receive. 
092:07,342[A  ]| He drained from all, and all they knew;
092:07,343[A  ]| His apprehension quick, his judgement true, 
092:07,344[A  ]| That$3$ the most learned, with shame, confess 
092:07,345[A  ]| His knowledge more, his reading only less.
092:07,000['  ]| <XII.>
092:07,346[A  ]| Amidst the peaceful triumphs of his reign, 
092:07,347[A  ]| What wonder if the kindly beams he shed 
092:07,348[A  ]| Revived the drooping arts again,
092:07,349[A  ]| If science raised her head,
092:07,350[A  ]| And soft humanity that$6#1$ from rebellion fled. <350>
092:07,351[A  ]| Our isle, indeed, too fruitful was before, 
092:07,352[A  ]| But all uncultivated lay
092:07,353[A  ]| Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway; 
092:07,354[A  ]| With rank Geneva weeds run over,
092:07,355[A  ]| And cockle, at the best, amidst the corn it bore. 
092:07,356[A  ]| The royal husbandman appeared,
092:07,357[A  ]| And ploughed, and sowed, and tilled;
092:07,358[A  ]| Thorns he rooted out, the rubbish cleared, 
092:07,359[A  ]| And blessed the obedient field.
092:07,360[A  ]| When, straight, a double harvest rose, <360>
092:07,361[A  ]| Such as the swarthy Indian mows,
092:07,362[A  ]| Or happier Climates near the Line,
092:07,363[A  ]| Or Paradise manured, and dressed by$4$ hands divine.
092:07,000['  ]| <XIII.>
092:07,364[A  ]| As when the new-born Phoenix takes his way,
092:07,365[A  ]| His rich paternal regions to$9$ survey,
092:07,366[A  ]| Of airy choristers a numerous train
092:07,367[A  ]| Attend his wondrous progress over the plain; 
092:07,368[A  ]| So$3$, rising from his father's urn,
092:07,369[A  ]| So$5#1$ glorious did our Charles return.
092:07,370[A  ]| The officious Muses came along, <370>
092:07,371[A  ]| A gay harmonious choir like$4$ angels ever young
092:07,372[A  ]| (The Muse that$6#1$ mourns him now his happy triumph sung).
092:07,373[A  ]| Even they could thrive in$4$ his auspicious reign,
092:07,374[A  ]| And such a plenteous crop they bore
092:07,375[A  ]| Of purest and well-winnowed grain,
092:07,376[A  ]| As Britain never knew before.
092:07,377[A  ]| Though little was their hire, and light their gain, 
092:07,378[A  ]| Yet somewhat to$4$ their share he threw;
092:07,379[A  ]| Fed from his hand, they sung and flew,
092:07,380[A  ]| Like$4$ birds of paradise, that$6#1$ lived on$4$ morning dew. <380>
092:07,381[A  ]| Oh never let their lays his name forget!
092:07,382[A  ]| The pension of a prince's praise is great. 
092:07,383[A  ]| Live then, thou great encourager of arts, 
092:07,384[A  ]| Live ever in$4$ our thankful hearts,
092:07,385[A  ]| Live blessed above, almost invoked below, 
092:07,386[A  ]| Live and receive this pious vow,
092:07,387[A  ]| Our patron once, our guardian angel now. 
092:07,388[A  ]| Thou Fabius of a sinking state,
092:07,389[A  ]| Who$6#1$ didst by$4$ wise delays divert our fate, 
092:07,390[A  ]| When faction like$4$ a tempest rose <390>
092:07,391[A  ]| In$4$ Death's most hideous form.
092:07,392[A  ]| Then, art to$4$ rage thou didst oppose
092:07,393[A  ]| To$9$ weather out the storm:
092:07,394[A  ]| Not quitting thy supreme command,
092:07,395[A  ]| Thou heldst the rudder with a steady hand, 
092:07,396[A  ]| Till safely on$4$ the shore the bark did land; 
092:07,397[A  ]| The bark that$6#1$ all our blessings brought,
092:07,398[A  ]| Charged with thyself and James, a doubly royal fraught.
092:07,000['  ]| <XIV.>
092:07,399[A  ]| Oh frail estate of human things
092:07,400[A  ]| And slippery hopes below! <400>
092:07,401[A  ]| Now to$4$ our cost your emptiness we know
092:07,402[A  ]| (For$3$ it is a lesson dearly bought),
092:07,403[A  ]| Assurance here is never to$9$ be sought. 
092:07,404[A  ]| The best, and best beloved of kings, 
092:07,405[A  ]| And best deserving to$9$ be so$5#2$,
092:07,406[A  ]| When scarce he had escaped the fatal blow 
092:07,407[A  ]| Of faction and conspiracy,
092:07,408[A  ]| Death did his promised hopes destroy:
092:07,409[A  ]| He toiled, he gained, but lived not to$9$ enjoy. 
092:07,410[A  ]| What mists of Providence are these <410>
092:07,411[A  ]| Through which$6#1$ we can not see?
092:07,412[A  ]| So$3$ saints, by$4$ supernatural power set free, 
092:07,413[A  ]| Are left at last in$4$ martyrdom to$9$ die:
092:07,414[A  ]| Such is the end of oft-repeated miracles. 
092:07,415[A  ]| Forgive me Heaven that$6#2$ impious thought: 
092:07,416[A  ]| It was grief for$4$ Charles, to$4$ madness wrought, 
092:07,417[A  ]| That$6#1$ questioned thy supreme decree!
092:07,418[A  ]| Thou didst his gracious reign prolong,
092:07,419[A  ]| Even in$4$ thy saints and angels wrong, 
092:07,420[A  ]| His fellow  citizens of immortality. <420>
092:07,421[A  ]| For$4$ twelve long years of exile, born,
092:07,422[A  ]| Twice twelve we numbered since his blessed return: 
092:07,423[A  ]| So$5#1$ strictly wert thou just to$9$ pay,
092:07,424[A  ]| Even to$4$ the driblet of a day.
092:07,425[A  ]| Yet still we murmur, and complain,
092:07,426[A  ]| The quails and manna should no$2$ longer rain.
092:07,427[A  ]| Those miracles it was needless to$9$ renew:
092:07,428[A  ]| The chosen flock has now the Promised Land in$4$ view.
092:07,000['  ]| <XV.>
092:07,429[A  ]| A warlike prince ascends the regal state,
092:07,430[A  ]| A prince, long exercised by$4$ Fate: <430>
092:07,431[A  ]| Long may he keep, though he obtains it late. 
092:07,432[A  ]| Heroes in$4$ Heaven's peculiar mould are cast,
092:07,433[A  ]| They and their poets are not formed in$4$ haste;
092:07,434[A  ]| Man was the first in$4$ God's design, and man was made the last. 
092:07,435[A  ]| False heroes, made by$4$ flattery so$5#2$,
092:07,436[A  ]| Heaven can strike out, like$4$ sparkles, at a blow;
092:07,437[A  ]| But before a prince is to$4$ perfection brought, 
092:07,438[A  ]| He costs omnipotence a second thought. 
092:07,439[A  ]| With toil and sweat,
092:07,440[A  ]| With hardening cold, and forming heat, <440>
092:07,441[A  ]| The Cyclops did their strokes repeat,
092:07,442[A  ]| Before the impenetrable shield was wrought. 
092:07,443[A  ]| It looks as if the maker would not own 
092:07,444[A  ]| The noble work for$4$ his,
092:07,445[A  ]| Before it was tried and found a masterpiece.
092:07,000['  ]| <XVI.>
092:07,446[A  ]| View then a monarch ripened for$4$ a throne: 
092:07,447[A  ]| Alcides thus his race began,
092:07,448[A  ]| Over infancy he swiftly ran,
092:07,449[A  ]| The future God at first was more than man. 
092:07,450[A  ]| Dangers and toils, and Juno's hate <450>
092:07,451[A  ]| Even over his cradle lay in$4$ wait,
092:07,452[A  ]| And there he grappled first with Fate:
092:07,453[A  ]| In$4$ his young hands the hissing snakes he pressed, 
092:07,454[A  ]| So$5#1$ early was the deity confessed;.
092:07,455[A  ]| Thus, by$4$ degrees, he rose to$4$ Jove's imperial seat, 
092:07,456[A  ]| Thus difficulties prove a soul legitimately great. 
092:07,457[A  ]| Like$4$ his, our hero's infancy was tried:
092:07,458[A  ]| Betimes the Furies did their snakes provide, 
092:07,459[A  ]| And, to$4$ his infant arms oppose
092:07,460[A  ]| His father's rebels, and his brother's foes; <460>
092:07,461[A  ]| The more oppressed the higher still he rose. 
092:07,462[A  ]| Those were the preludes of his fate,
092:07,463[A  ]| That$6#1$ formed his manhood, to$9$ subdue
092:07,464[A  ]| The Hydra of the many-headed, hissing crew.
092:07,000['  ]| <XVII.>
092:07,465[A  ]| As after Numa's peaceful reign
092:07,466[A  ]| The martial Ancus did the sceptre wield, 
092:07,467[A  ]| Furbished the rusty sword again, 
092:07,468[A  ]| Resumed the long-forgotten shield,
092:07,469[A  ]| And led the Latins to$4$ the dusty field:
092:07,470[A  ]| So$3$ James the drowsy Genius wakes <470>
092:07,471[A  ]| Of Britain long entranced in$4$ charms, 
092:07,472[A  ]| Restive and slumbering on$4$ its Arms,
092:07,473[A  ]| It is roused, and with a new strung nerve, the spear already shakes. 
092:07,474[A  ]| No$2$ neighing of the warrior steeds,
092:07,475[A  ]| No$2$ drum, or louder trumpet, needs
092:07,476[A  ]| To$9$ inspire the coward, warm the cold:
092:07,477[A  ]| His voice, his sole appearance makes them bold.
092:07,478[A  ]| Gaul and Batavia dread the impending blow, 
092:07,479[A  ]| Too well the vigour of that$6#2$ arm they know;
092:07,480[A  ]| They lick the dust, and crouch beneath their fatal foe. <480>
092:07,481[A  ]| Long may they fear this awful prince,
092:07,482[A  ]| And not provoke his lingering sword;
092:07,483[A  ]| Peace is their only sure defence,
092:07,484[A  ]| Their best security his word;
092:07,485[A  ]| In$4$ all the changes of his doubtful state, 
092:07,486[A  ]| His truth, like$4$ Heaven's, was kept inviolate, 
092:07,487[A  ]| For$4$ him to$9$ promise is to$9$ make it fate.
092:07,488[A  ]| His valour can triumph over land and main, 
092:07,489[A  ]| With broken oaths his fame he will$1$ not stain,
092:07,490[A  ]| With conquest basely bought, and with inglorious gain. <490>
092:07,000['  ]| <XVIII.>
092:07,491[A  ]| For$4$ once, O Heaven, unfold thy adamantine book
092:07,492[A  ]| And let his wondering senate see,
092:07,493[A  ]| If not thy firm immutable decree,
092:07,494[A  ]| At least the second page, of strong contingency; 
092:07,495[A  ]| Such as consists with wills, originally free. 
092:07,496[A  ]| Let them, with glad amazement, look
092:07,497[A  ]| On$4$ what their happiness may be;
092:07,498[A  ]| Let them not still be obstinately blind,
092:07,499[A  ]| Still to$9$ divert the good thou hast designed, 
092:07,500[A  ]| Or with malignant penury, <500>
092:07,501[A  ]| To$9$ starve the royal virtues of his mind. 
092:07,502[A  ]| Faith is a Christian's, and a subject's test:
092:07,503[A  ]| Oh give them to$9$ believe, and they are surely blest! 
092:07,504[A  ]| They do; and, with a distant view, I see
092:07,505[A  ]| The amended vows of English loyalty, 
092:07,506[A  ]| And all beyond that$6#2$ object, there appears 
092:07,507[A  ]| The long retinue of a prosperous reign, 
092:07,508[A  ]| A series of successful years,
092:07,509[A  ]| In$4$ orderly array, a martial, manly train. 
092:07,510[A  ]| Behold even to$4$ remoter shores <510>
092:07,511[A  ]| A conquering navy proudly spread:
092:07,512[A  ]| The British cannon formidably roars, 
092:07,513[A  ]| While starting from his oozy bed,
092:07,514[A  ]| The asserted ocean rears his reverend head, 
092:07,515[A  ]| To$9$ view and recognize his ancient lord again, 
092:07,516[A  ]| And, with a willing hand, restores
092:07,517[A  ]| The Fasces of the main.
092:08,000@@@@@| 
092:08,000['  ]| <Britannia Rediviva: A Poem on the Prince,>
092:08,000['  ]| < Born on the 10th. of June, 1688>
092:08,000['  ]| <2797 words. Text scanned from California Dryden.>
092:08,000['  ]| <Spellings modernised and punctuation revised by MJS>
092:08,001[A  ]| Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
092:08,002[A  ]| To$9$ grant, before we can conclude the prayer;
092:08,003[A  ]| Preventing angels met it half the way,
092:08,004[A  ]| And sent us back to$9$ praise, who$6#1$ came to$9$ pray.
092:08,005[A  ]| Just on$4$ the day, when the high mounted sun
092:08,006[A  ]| Did farthest in$4$ his northern progress run,
092:08,007[A  ]| He bended forward and even stretched the sphere 
092:08,008[A  ]| Beyond the limits of the lengthened year,
092:08,009[A  ]| To$9$ view a brighter sun in$4$ Britain born; 
092:08,010[A  ]| That$6#2$ was the business of his longest morn, <10>
092:08,011[A  ]| The glorious object seen it was time to$9$ turn.
092:08,012[A  ]| Departing Spring could only stay to$9$ shed 
092:08,013[A  ]| Her bloomy beauties on$4$ the genial bed,
092:08,014[A  ]| But left the manly Summer in$4$ her stead,
092:08,015[A  ]| With timely fruit the longing land to$9$ cheer, 
092:08,016[A  ]| And to$9$ fulfil the promise of the year; 
092:08,017[A  ]| Betwixt two seasons comes the auspicious heir, 
092:08,018[A  ]| This age to$9$ blossom, and the next to$9$ bear.
092:08,019[A  ]| Last solemn Sabbath saw the Church attend, 
092:08,020[A  ]| The Paraclete in$4$ fiery pomp descend; <20>
092:08,021[A  ]| But when his wondrous Octave rolled again, 
092:08,022[A  ]| He brought a royal infant in$4$ his train.
092:08,023[A  ]| So$5#1$ great a blessing to$4$ so$5#1$ good a king 
092:08,024[A  ]| None but the eternal comforter could bring.
092:08,025[A  ]| Or did the mighty Trinity conspire,
092:08,026[A  ]| As once, in$4$ council to$9$ create our sire? 
092:08,027[A  ]| It seems as if they sent the new-born guest 
092:08,028[A  ]| To$9$ wait on$4$ the procession of their feast, 
092:08,029[A  ]| And on$4$ their sacred anniverse decreed
092:08,030[A  ]| To$9$ stamp their image on$4$ the promised seed. <30>
092:08,031[A  ]| Three realms united, and on$4$ one bestowed, 
092:08,032[A  ]| An emblem of their mystic union showed; 
092:08,033[A  ]| The mighty Trine the Triple Empire shared, 
092:08,034[A  ]| As every person would have one to$9$ guard.
092:08,035[A  ]| Hail son of prayers! by$4$ holy violence 
092:08,036[A  ]| Drawn down from Heaven, but long be banished thence,
092:08,037[A  ]| And late to$4$ thy paternal skies retire:
092:08,038[A  ]| To$9$ mend our crimes whole ages would require,
092:08,039[A  ]| To$9$ change the inveterate habit of our sins, 
092:08,040[A  ]| And finish what thy godlike sire begins. <40>
092:08,041[A  ]| Kind Heaven, to$9$ make us English-Men again, 
092:08,042[A  ]| No$2$ less can give us than a patriarch's reign.
092:08,043[A  ]| The sacred cradle to$4$ your charge receive, 
092:08,044[A  ]| Ye seraphs, and by$4$ turns the guard relieve; 
092:08,045[A  ]| Thy father's angel and thy father join
092:08,046[A  ]| To$9$ keep possession, and secure the line; 
092:08,047[A  ]| But long defer the honours of thy fate, 
092:08,048[A  ]| Great may they be like$4$ his, like$4$ his be late, 
092:08,049[A  ]| That$3$ James this running century may view, 
092:08,050[A  ]| And give his son an auspice to$4$ the new. <50>
092:08,051[A  ]| Our wants exact at least that$6#2$ moderate stay: 
092:08,052[A  ]| For$3$ see the dragon winged on$4$ his way,
092:08,053[A  ]| To$9$ watch the travail, and devour the prey. 
092:08,054[A  ]| Or, if allusions may not rise so$5#1$ high, 
092:08,055[A  ]| Thus, when Alcides raised his infant cry, 
092:08,056[A  ]| The snakes besieged his young divinity.
092:08,057[A  ]| But vainly with their forked tongues they threat,
092:08,058[A  ]| For$3$ opposition makes a hero great;
092:08,059[A  ]| To$4$ needful succour all the good will$1$ run, 
092:08,060[A  ]| And Jove assert the godhead of his son. <60>
092:08,061[A  ]| O still repining at your present state, 
092:08,062[A  ]| Grudging yourselves the benefits of fate, 
092:08,063[A  ]| Look up$5$, and read in$4$ characters of light 
092:08,064[A  ]| A blessing sent you in$4$ your own despite. 
092:08,065[A  ]| The manna falls, yet that$6#2$ celestial bread 
092:08,066[A  ]| Like$4$ Jews you munch, and murmur while you feed. 
092:08,067[A  ]| May not your fortune be like$4$ theirs, exiled, 
092:08,068[A  ]| Yet forty years to$9$ wander in$4$ the wild;
092:08,069[A  ]| Or if it be, may Moses live at least
092:08,070[A  ]| To$9$ lead you to$4$ the verge of promised rest. <70>
092:08,071[A  ]| Though poets are not prophets, to$9$ foreknow
092:08,072[A  ]| What plants will$1$ take the blight, and what will$1$ grow, 
092:08,073[A  ]| By$4$ tracing Heaven his footsteps may be found: 
092:08,074[A  ]| Behold! how awfully he walks the round!
092:08,075[A  ]| God is abroad, and wondrous in$4$ his ways, 
092:08,076[A  ]| The rise of empires, and their fall surveys; 
092:08,077[A  ]| More (might I say) than with an usual eye, 
092:08,078[A  ]| He sees his bleeding church in$4$ ruin lie, 
092:08,079[A  ]| And hears the souls of saints beneath his altar cry. 
092:08,080[A  ]| Already has he lifted high the sign <80>
092:08,081[A  ]| Which$6#1$ crowned the conquering arms of Constantine: 
092:08,082[A  ]| The moon grows pale at that$6#2$ presaging sight,
092:08,083[A  ]| And half her train of stars have lost their light.
092:08,084[A  ]| Behold another Sylvester, to$9$ bless
092:08,085[A  ]| The sacred standard and secure success;
092:08,086[A  ]| Large of his treasures, of a soul so$5#1$ great, 
092:08,087[A  ]| As fills and crowds his universal seat.
092:08,088[A  ]| Now view at home a second Constantine
092:08,089[A  ]| (The former, too, was of the British line): 
092:08,090[A  ]| Has not his healing balm your breaches closed,  <90>
092:08,091[A  ]| Whose exile many sought, and few opposed? 
092:08,092[A  ]| Or, did not Heaven by$4$ its eternal doom 
092:08,093[A  ]| Permit those evils, that$3$ this good might come? 
092:08,094[A  ]| So$5#1$ manifest, that$3$ even the moon-eyed sects 
092:08,095[A  ]| See whom and what this Providence protects. 
092:08,096[A  ]| Methinks, had we within our minds no$2$ more 
092:08,097[A  ]| Than that$6#2$ one shipwreck on$4$ the fatal Ore, 
092:08,098[A  ]| That$3$ only thought may make us think again, 
092:08,099[A  ]| What wonders God reserves for$4$ such a reign. 
092:08,100[A  ]| To$9$ dream that$3$ chance his preservation wrought <100>
092:08,101[A  ]| Were to$9$ think Noah was preserved for$4$ nought, 
092:08,102[A  ]| Or the surviving eight were not designed
092:08,103[A  ]| To$9$ people earth, and to$9$ restore their kind.
092:08,104[A  ]| When humbly on$4$ the royal babe we gaze, 
092:08,105[A  ]| The manly lines of a majestic face
092:08,106[A  ]| Give awful joy: it is Paradise to$9$ look
092:08,107[A  ]| On$4$ the fair frontispiece of Nature's book; 
092:08,108[A  ]| If the first opening page so$5#1$ charms the sight, 
092:08,109[A  ]| Think how the unfolded volume will$1$ delight!
092:08,110[A  ]| See how the venerable infant lies <110>
092:08,111[A  ]| In$4$ early pomp, how through the mother's eyes 
092:08,112[A  ]| The father's soul, with an undaunted view 
092:08,113[A  ]| Looks out, and takes our homage as his due. 
092:08,114[A  ]| See on$4$ his future subjects how he smiles, 
092:08,115[A  ]| Nor meanly flatters, nor with craft beguiles, 
092:08,116[A  ]| But with an open face, as on$4$ his throne, 
092:08,117[A  ]| Assures our birthrights, and assumes his own.
092:08,118[A  ]| Born in$4$ broad daylight, that$3$ the ungrateful rout 
092:08,119[A  ]| May find no$2$ room for$4$ a remaining doubt;
092:08,120[A  ]| Truth, which$6#1$ itself is light, does darkness shun, <120>
092:08,121[A  ]| And the true eaglet safely dares the sun.
092:08,122[A  ]| Fain would the fiends have made a dubious birth, 
092:08,123[A  ]| Loath to$9$ confess the godhead clothed in$4$ earth, 
092:08,124[A  ]| But sickened after all their baffled lies,
092:08,125[A  ]| To$9$ find an heir apparent of the skies; 
092:08,126[A  ]| Abandoned to$4$ despair, still may they grudge, 
092:08,127[A  ]| And owning not the saviour, prove the judge.
092:08,128[A  ]| Not Great Aeneas stood in$4$ plainer day 
092:08,129[A  ]| When, the dark mantling mist dissolved away, 
092:08,130[A  ]| He to$4$ the Tyrians showed his sudden face, <130>
092:08,131[A  ]| Shining with all his goddess mother's grace: 
092:08,132[A  ]| For$3$ she herself had made his countenance bright, 
092:08,133[A  ]| Breathed honour on$4$ his eyes, and her own purple light.
092:08,134[A  ]| If our victorious Edward, as they say,
092:08,135[A  ]| Gave Wales a prince on$4$ that$6#2$ propitious day,
092:08,136[A  ]| Why may not years revolving with his fate 
092:08,137[A  ]| Produce his like$0$, but with a longer date? 
092:08,138[A  ]| One who$6#1$ may carry to$4$ a distant shore 
092:08,139[A  ]| The terror that$6#1$ his famed forefather bore. 
092:08,140[A  ]| But why should James or his young hero stay <140>
092:08,141[A  ]| For$4$ slight presages of a name or day?
092:08,142[A  ]| We need no$2$ Edward's fortune to$9$ adorn
092:08,143[A  ]| That$6#2$ happy moment when our prince was born: 
092:08,144[A  ]| Our prince adorns his day, and ages hence 
092:08,145[A  ]| Shall wish his birthday for$4$ some future prince.
092:08,146[A  ]| Great Michael, prince of all the ethereal hosts, 
092:08,147[A  ]| And whatever in-born saints our Britain boasts, 
092:08,148[A  ]| And thou, the adopted patron of our isle,
092:08,149[A  ]| With cheerful aspects on$4$ this infant smile; 
092:08,150[A  ]| The pledge of Heaven, which$6#1$ dropping from above, <150>
092:08,151[A  ]| Secures our bliss, and reconciles his love.
092:08,152[A  ]| Enough of ills our dire rebellion wrought, 
092:08,153[A  ]| When, to$4$ the dregs, we drank the bitter draught; 
092:08,154[A  ]| Then airy atoms did in$4$ plagues conspire,
092:08,155[A  ]| Nor did the avenging angel yet retire,
092:08,156[A  ]| But purged our still-increasing crimes with fire. 
092:08,157[A  ]| Then perjured plots, the still-impending test, 
092:08,158[A  ]| And worse; but Charity conceals the rest.
092:08,159[A  ]| Here stop the current of the sanguine flood, 
092:08,160[A  ]| Require not, gracious God, thy martyrs' blood, <160>
092:08,161[A  ]| But let their dying pangs, their living toil, 
092:08,162[A  ]| Spread a rich harvest through their native soil: 
092:08,163[A  ]| A harvest ripening for$4$ another reign,
092:08,164[A  ]| Of which$6#1$ this royal babe may reap the grain.
092:08,165[A  ]| Enough of early saints one womb has given, 
092:08,166[A  ]| Enough increased the family of Heaven;
092:08,167[A  ]| Let them for$4$ his, and our atonement go,
092:08,168[A  ]| And reigning blessed above, leave him to$9$ rule below.
092:08,169[A  ]| Enough already has the year foreslowed
092:08,170[A  ]| His wonted course, the seas have overflowed, <170>
092:08,171[A  ]| The meads were floated with a weeping Spring, 
092:08,172[A  ]| And frightened birds in$4$ woods forgot to$9$ sing; 
092:08,173[A  ]| The strong-limbed steed beneath his harness faints, 
092:08,174[A  ]| And the same shivering sweat his lord attaints. 
092:08,175[A  ]| When will$1$ the Minister of Wrath give over?
092:08,176[A  ]| Behold him: at Araunah's threshing-floor;
092:08,177[A  ]| He stops, and seems to$9$ sheath his flaming brand, 
092:08,178[A  ]| Pleased with burnt incense from our David's hand; 
092:08,179[A  ]| David has bought the Jebusites abode,
092:08,180[A  ]| And raised an altar to$4$ the living God. <180>
092:08,181[A  ]| Heaven, to$9$ reward him, make his joys sincere, 
092:08,182[A  ]| No$2$ future ills, nor accidents appear
092:08,183[A  ]| To$9$ sully and pollute the sacred infant's year. 
092:08,184[A  ]| Five months to$4$ discord and debate were given: 
092:08,185[A  ]| He sanctifies the yet-remaining seven. 
092:08,186[A  ]| Sabbath of months! henceforth in$4$ him be blest, 
092:08,187[A  ]| And prelude to$4$ the realm's perpetual rest!
092:08,188[A  ]| Let his baptismal drops for$4$ us atone, 
092:08,189[A  ]| Lustrations for$4$ offences not his own;
092:08,190[A  ]| Let conscience, which$6#1$ is interest ill-disguised, <190>
092:08,191[A  ]| In$4$ the same font be cleansed, and all the land baptised.
092:08,192[A  ]| Unnamed as yet, at least unknown to$4$ fame:
092:08,193[A  ]| Is there a strife in$4$ Heaven about his name? 
092:08,194[A  ]| Where every famous predecessor vies,
092:08,195[A  ]| And makes a faction for$4$ it in$4$ the skies? 
092:08,196[A  ]| Or must it be reserved to$4$ thought alone? 
092:08,197[A  ]| Such was the sacred Tetragrammaton. 
092:08,198[A  ]| Things worthy silence must not be revealed: 
092:08,199[A  ]| Thus the true name of Rome was kept concealed, 
092:08,200[A  ]| To$9$ shun the spells, and sorceries of those <200>
092:08,201[A  ]| Who$6#1$ durst her infant majesty oppose.
092:08,202[A  ]| But when his tender strength in$4$ time shall rise 
092:08,203[A  ]| To$9$ dare ill tongues, and fascinating eyes,
092:08,204[A  ]| This isle, which$6#1$ hides the little thunderer's fame, 
092:08,205[A  ]| Shall be too narrow to$9$ contain his name;
092:08,206[A  ]| The artillery of Heaven shall make him known: 
092:08,207[A  ]| Crete could not hold the god, when Jove was grown.
092:08,208[A  ]| As Jove's increase, who$6#1$ from his brain was born, 
092:08,209[A  ]| Whom arms and arts did equally adorn,
092:08,210[A  ]| Free of the breast was bred, whose milky taste <210>
092:08,211[A  ]| Minerva's name to$4$ Venus had debased,
092:08,212[A  ]| So$3$ this imperial babe rejects the food 
092:08,213[A  ]| That$6#1$ mixes monarchs with plebeian blood: 
092:08,214[A  ]| Food that$6#1$ his inborn courage might control, 
092:08,215[A  ]| Extinguish all the father in$4$ his soul, 
092:08,216[A  ]| And, for$4$ his Estian race, and Saxon strain, 
092:08,217[A  ]| Might reproduce some second Richard's reign. 
092:08,218[A  ]| Mildness he shares from both his parents' blood, 
092:08,219[A  ]| But kings too tame are despicably good;
092:08,220[A  ]| Be this the mixture of this regal child, <220>
092:08,221[A  ]| By$4$ nature manly, but by$4$ virtue mild.
092:08,222[A  ]| Thus far the furious transport of the news 
092:08,223[A  ]| Had to$4$ prophetic madness fired the Muse; 
092:08,224[A  ]| Madness ungovernable, uninspired,
092:08,225[A  ]| Swift to$9$ foretell whatever she desired. 
092:08,226[A  ]| Was it for$4$ me the dark abyss to$9$ tread 
092:08,227[A  ]| And read the book which$6#1$ angels can not read? 
092:08,228[A  ]| How was I punished when the sudden blast, 
092:08,229[A  ]| The face of Heaven, and our young sun overcast! 
092:08,230[A  ]| Fame, the swift ill, increasing as she rolled, <230>
092:08,231[A  ]| Disease, despair, and death, at three reprises told; 
092:08,232[A  ]| At three insulting strides she stalked the town, 
092:08,233[A  ]| And, like$4$ contagion, struck the loyal down.
092:08,234[A  ]| Down fell the winnowed wheat; but mounted high, 
092:08,235[A  ]| The whirlwind bore the chaff, and hid the sky. 
092:08,236[A  ]| Here black rebellion shooting from below
092:08,237[A  ]| (As earth's gigantic brood by$4$ moments grow)
092:08,238[A  ]| And here the sons of God are petrified with woe. 
092:08,239[A  ]| An apoplex of grief! so$5#1$ low were driven
092:08,240[A  ]| The saints, as hardly to$9$ defend their Heaven. <240>
092:08,241[A  ]| As, when pent vapours run their hollow round, 
092:08,242[A  ]| Earthquakes, which$6#1$ are convulsions of the ground, 
092:08,243[A  ]| Break bellowing forth, and no$2$ confinement brook 
092:08,244[A  ]| Till the third settles, what the former shook. 
092:08,245[A  ]| Such heavings had our souls, till slow and late, 
092:08,246[A  ]| Our life with his returned, and Faith prevailed on$4$ Fate; 
092:08,247[A  ]| By$4$ prayers the mighty blessing was implored,
092:08,248[A  ]| To$4$ prayers was granted, and by$4$ prayers restored.
092:08,249[A  ]| So$3$ before the Shunamite a son conceived,
092:08,250[A  ]| The prophet promised, and the wife believed; <250>
092:08,251[A  ]| A son was sent, the son so$5#1$ much desired,
092:08,252[A  ]| But soon upon$4$ the mother's knees expired.
092:08,253[A  ]| The troubled seer approached the mournful door, 
092:08,254[A  ]| Ran, prayed, and sent his pastoral-staff before, 
092:08,255[A  ]| Then stretched his limbs upon$4$ the child, and mourned, 
092:08,256[A  ]| Till warmth, and breath, and a new soul returned. 
092:08,257[A  ]| Thus Mercy stretches out her hand, and saves 
092:08,258[A  ]| Desponding Peter sinking in$4$ the waves.
092:08,259[A  ]| As when a sudden storm of hail and rain
092:08,260[A  ]| Beats to$4$ the ground the yet unbearded grain, <260>
092:08,261[A  ]| Think not the hopes of harvest are destroyed 
092:08,262[A  ]| On$4$ the flat field, and on$4$ the naked void: 
092:08,263[A  ]| The light, unloaded stem, from tempest freed, 
092:08,264[A  ]| Will$1$ raise the youthful honours of his head; 
092:08,265[A  ]| And, soon restored by$4$ native vigour, bear 
092:08,266[A  ]| The timely product of the bounteous year.
092:08,267[A  ]| Nor yet conclude all fiery trials past,
092:08,268[A  ]| For$3$ Heaven will$1$ exercise us to$4$ the last; 
092:08,269[A  ]| Sometimes will$1$ check us in$4$ our full career, 
092:08,270[A  ]| With doubtful blessings, and with mingled fear; <270>
092:08,271[A  ]| That$3$, still depending on$4$ his daily grace,
092:08,272[A  ]| His every mercy for$4$ an alms may pass; 
092:08,273[A  ]| With sparing hands will$1$ diet us to$4$ good, 
092:08,274[A  ]| Preventing surfeits of our pampered blood: 
092:08,275[A  ]| So$3$ feeds the mother-bird her craving young 
092:08,276[A  ]| With little morsels, and delays them long.
092:08,277[A  ]| True, this last blessing was a royal feast, 
092:08,278[A  ]| But where is the wedding garment on$4$ the guest? 
092:08,279[A  ]| Our manners, as religion were a dream,
092:08,280[A  ]| Are such as teach the nations to$9$ blaspheme; <280>
092:08,281[A  ]| In$4$ lusts we wallow, and with pride we swell, 
092:08,282[A  ]| And injuries, with injuries repel;
092:08,283[A  ]| Prompt to$9$ revenge, not daring to$9$ forgive, 
092:08,284[A  ]| Our lives unteach the doctrine we believe. 
092:08,285[A  ]| Thus Israel sinned, impenitently hard,
092:08,286[A  ]| And vainly thought the present ark their guard; 
092:08,287[A  ]| But when the haughty Philistims appear,
092:08,288[A  ]| They fled abandoned, to$4$ their foes, and fear; 
092:08,289[A  ]| Their God was absent, though his ark was there. 
092:08,290[A  ]| Ah! lest our crimes should snatch this pledge away, <290>
092:08,291[A  ]| And make our joys the blessing of a day!
092:08,292[A  ]| For$3$ we have sinned him hence, and that$3$ he lives, 
092:08,293[A  ]| God to$4$ his promise, not our practice gives.
092:08,294[A  ]| Our crimes would soon weigh down the guilty scale, 
092:08,295[A  ]| But James, and Mary, and the Church prevail.
092:08,296[A  ]| Nor Amaleck can rout the chosen bands,
092:08,297[A  ]| While Hur and Aaron hold up$5$ Moses' hands.
092:08,298[A  ]| By$4$ living well, let us secure his days, 
092:08,299[A  ]| Moderate in$4$ hopes, and humble in$4$ our ways; 
092:08,300[A  ]| No$2$ force the free-born spirit can constrain, <300>
092:08,301[A  ]| But charity, and great examples gain. 
092:08,302[A  ]| Forgiveness is our thanks, for$4$ such a day; 
092:08,303[A  ]| It is godlike, God in$4$ his own coin to$9$ pay.
092:08,304[A  ]| But you, propitious Queen, translated here 
092:08,305[A  ]| From your mild Heaven, to$9$ rule our rugged sphere 
092:08,306[A  ]| Beyond the sunny walks, and circling year: 
092:08,307[A  ]| You, who$6#1$ your native climate have bereft
092:08,308[A  ]| Of all the virtues, and the vices left, 
092:08,309[A  ]| Whom piety, and beauty make their boast, 
092:08,310[A  ]| Though beautiful is well in$4$ pious lost, <310>
092:08,311[A  ]| So$5#1$ lost, as star-light is dissolved away 
092:08,312[A  ]| And melts into the brightness of the day, 
092:08,313[A  ]| Or gold about the regal diadem,
092:08,314[A  ]| Lost to$9$ improve the lustre of the gem: 
092:08,315[A  ]| What can we add to$4$ your triumphant day? 
092:08,316[A  ]| Let the great gift the beauteous giver pay: 
092:08,317[A  ]| For$3$ should our thanks awake the rising sun, 
092:08,318[A  ]| And lengthen, as his latest shadows run, 
092:08,319[A  ]| That$3$, though the longest day, would soon, too soon be done. 
092:08,320[A  ]| Let angels' voices, with their harps conspire, <320>
092:08,321[A  ]| But keep the auspicious infant from the choir; 
092:08,322[A  ]| Late let him sing above, and let us know
092:08,323[A  ]| No$2$ sweeter music, than his cries below.
092:08,324[A  ]| Nor can I wish to$4$ you, great monarch, more 
092:08,325[A  ]| Than such an annual income to$4$ your store; 
092:08,326[A  ]| The day, which$6#1$ gave this unit, did not shine 
092:08,327[A  ]| For$4$ a less omen, than to$9$ fill the trine. 
092:08,328[A  ]| After a prince, an admiral beget:
092:08,329[A  ]| The royal sovereign wants an anchor yet. 
092:08,330[A  ]| Our isle has younger titles still in$4$ store, <330>
092:08,331[A  ]| And when the exhausted land can yield no$2$ more, 
092:08,332[A  ]| Your line can force them from a foreign shore.
092:08,333[A  ]| The Name of Great, your martial mind will$1$ suit, 
092:08,334[A  ]| But justice is your darling attribute:
092:08,335[A  ]| Of all the Greeks, it was but one hero's due, 
092:08,336[A  ]| And, in$4$ him, Plutarch prophesied of you.
092:08,337[A  ]| A prince's favours but on$4$ few can fall,
092:08,338[A  ]| But justice is a virtue shared by$4$ all.
092:08,339[A  ]| Some kings the name of conquerors have assumed, 
092:08,340[A  ]| Some to$9$ be great, some to$9$ be gods presumed; <340>
092:08,341[A  ]| But boundless power, and arbitrary lust
092:08,342[A  ]| Made tyrants still abhor the name of Just;
092:08,343[A  ]| They shunned the praise this godlike virtue gives, 
092:08,344[A  ]| And feared a title, that$6#1$ reproached their lives.
092:08,345[A  ]| The power from which$6#1$ all kings derive their state, 
092:08,346[A  ]| Whom they pretend, at least, to$9$ imitate,
092:08,347[A  ]| Is equal both to$9$ punish and reward,
092:08,348[A  ]| For$3$ few would love their God, unless they feared.
092:08,349[A  ]| Resistless force and immortality
092:08,350[A  ]| Make but a lame, imperfect deity: <350>
092:08,351[A  ]| Tempests have force unbounded to$9$ destroy, 
092:08,352[A  ]| And deathless being even the damned enjoy; 
092:08,353[A  ]| And yet Heaven's attributes, both last and first, 
092:08,354[A  ]| One without life, and one with life accursed. 
092:08,355[A  ]| But Justice is Heaven's self, so$5#1$ strictly he, 
092:08,356[A  ]| That$3$ could it fail, the Godhead could not be:
092:08,357[A  ]| This virtue is your own; but life and state 
092:08,358[A  ]| Are one to$4$ Fortune subject, one to$4$ Fate; 
092:08,359[A  ]| Equal to$4$ all, you justly frown or smile, 
092:08,360[A  ]| Nor hopes, nor fears your steady hand beguile; <360>
092:08,361[A  ]| Yourself our balance hold, the worlds, our isle.