Preferr'd by conqueft, happily o'erthrown,
Falling they rife, to be with us made one.
So kind Dictators made, when they come home, 95 Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
Like favour find the Irish, with like fate
Advanc'd to be a portion of our state;
While by your valour and your bounteous mind,
Nation's, divided by the sea, are join'd.
Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
To be our outguard on the Continent:
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing posts, the terrour and the news,
Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar;
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.
Your never-failing fword made war to cease,
And now you heal us with the acts of peace;
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
Lefs pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Than in restoring fuch as are undone.
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear,
But man alone can, whom he conquers, fpare.
To pardon willing, and to punish loath,
You ftrike with one hand, but you heal with both. Lifting up all that proftrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.
When Fate or Errour had our age misled,
And o'er this nation such confusion spread,
The only cure which could from Heav'n come down Was fo much pow'r and piety in one!
One! whofe extraction from an ancient line
Gives hope again that wellborn men may shine.
The meaneft in your nature, mild and good,
The noble reft fecured in your blood.
Oft' have we wonder'd how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to fuch things as thefe;
How fuch a ruling fp'rit you could restrain,
And practise first over yourself to reign.
Your private life did a juft pattern give
How fathers, husbands, pious fons, should live.
Born to command, your princely virtuės slept, 135
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept:
But when your troubled country call'd you forth,
Your flaming courage and your matchless worth,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a profp'rous end. 140
Still as you rife, the state exalted too,
Finds no diftemper while 't is chang'd by you; Chang'd like the world's great fcenu! when, without The rifing fun night's vulgar lights destroys. [noife,
Had you, fome ages paft, this race of glory
Run, with amazement we should read your story;
But living virtue, all achievements past,
Meets envy ftill to grapple with at last.
This Cæfar found; and that ungrateful age,
With lofing him, went back to blood and rage; 150
Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
That fun once fet, a thousand meaner stars
Gave a dim light to violence and wars;
To fuch a tempeft as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.
If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord, What hope had ours, while yet their pow'r was new, To rule victorious armics, but by you?
You! that had taught them to fubdue their foes,
Could order teach, and their high fp'rits compofe;
To ev'ry duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.
So when a lion fhakes his dreadful mane,
And angry grows, if he that first took pain
To tame his youth approach the haughty beast,
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.
As the vex'd world, to find repofe, at last
Itfelf into Auguftus' arms did caft;
So England now does, with like toil opprest,
Her weary head upon your bofom rest.
Then let the Mufes, with fuch notes as thefe,
Inftruct us what belongs unto our peace.
Your battles they hereafter shall endite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight:
Tell of towns storm'd, of armies overrun,
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won:
How, while you thunder'd, clouds of duft did choke
Contending troops, and feas lay hid in fmoke. 180
Illuftrious acts high raptures do infuse,
And ev'ry conqueror creates a Muse.
Here, in low ftrains, your milder deeds we fing;
But there, my Lord! we 'll bays and olive bring
To crown your head; while you in triumph ride 185
O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea befide;
While all your neighbour-princes unto you,
ofeph's fheaves, pay reverence, and bow. 188
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.
THE rifing fun complies with our weak fight,
First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light
At fuch a distance from our eyes, as tho'
He knew what harm his hafty beams would do.
But
your full majefty at once breaks forth
In the meridian of your reign. Your worth,
Your youth, and all the splendour of your state,
(Wrapp'd up, till now, in clouds of adverfe fate!)
With fuch a flood of light invade our eyes,
And our spread hearts with fo great joy furprise, 10
That if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, Sir! too hastily forgive.
Our guilt preferves us from th' excefs of joy,
Which fcatters fpirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land,
Like fainting Efther, does before you stand,
Watching your fceptre. The revolting sea
Trembles to think fhe did your foes obey.
Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late,
In a wild rage became the scorn and hate
Of her proud neighbours, who began to think
She with the weight of her own force would fink,
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