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WOVEN BY FOUR LADIES.
BREDE OF DIVERS COLOURS... TO MY LORD PROTECTOR. 61 Torn from the root that pourish'd them a while Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies (Not taking notice of their fate) they smile, Through every land, that near the ocean lies; And, in the band which rudely pluck'd them, show Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news Fairer than those that to their autumn grow : To all that piracy and rapine use. So love and beauty still that visage grace; Death cannot fright them from their
wonted place. Might hope to lift her head above the rest :
With such a chief the meanest nation blest,
What may be thought impossible to do
Angels and we have this prerogative,
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Twice twenty slender virgin-fingers twine
Of her own growth hath all that nature craves, This curious web, where all their fancies shine:
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. As Nature them, so they this shade have wrought, As Egypt does not on the clouds rely, Soft as their hands, and various as their thought. But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train disspread, So, what our Earth, and what our Heaven, denies, He wooes the female to his painted bed ;
Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies. No, not the bow, which so adorns the skies,
The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the scorching sun that makes it grows
And, without planting, drink of every vine.
To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims.
We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. While with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; You bridle faction, and our hearts command, Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds : Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, Rome, though her eagle through the world had Make us unite, and make us conquer too: Could never make this island all her own. [flown, Let partial spirits still aloud coinplain,
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign, France-conquering Henry flourish'd, and now you; And own no liberty, but where they may
For whom' we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, Without control upon their fellows prey.
Till Alexander came to urge their fate. Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face, When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd, To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race; He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide So has your highness, rais'd above the rest, Another yet: a world reserv'd for you, Storms of ambition, tossing us, represt.
To make more great than that he did subdue. Your drooping country, torn with civil hate, He safely might old troops to battle lead, Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state; Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede, The seat of empire, where the Irish come, Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. More spoils than honour to the victor yield. The sea's our own: and now, all nations greet, A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet: The Caledonians, arm’d with want and cold, Your power extends as far as winds can blow, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, Or swelling sails upon the globe may go.
Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law, Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd, To balance Europe, and her states to awe)
With a new chain of garrisons you bind : In this conjunction doth on Britain smile,
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; The greatest leader, and the greatest isle ! Our English iron holds them fast at home. Whether this portion of the world were rent, They, that henceforth must be content to know By the rude ocean, from the continent,
No warmer region than their hills of snow, Or thus created; it was sure design'd
May blame the sun; but must extol your grace, To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Which in our senate hath allow'd them place. Hither th' oppressed shall henceforth resort, Prefer'd by conquest, happily o'erthrown, Justice to crave, and succour, at your court; Falling they rise, to be with us made one: And then your highness, not for ours alone, So kind dictators made, when they came home, But for the world's protector shall be known. Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
OP OUR LATE
Like favour find the Irish, with like fate
You ! that had taught them to subdue their foes, Advanc'd to be a portion of our state;
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose: While by your valour, and your bounteous mind, To every duty could their minds engage, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Provoke their courage, and coinmand their rage. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, 'To be our out guard on the continent:
And angry grows, if he that first took pain She from her fellow-provinces would go,
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast, Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
He bends to him, but frights away the rest. In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, As the vex'd world, to find repose, at last Preventing posts, the terrour and the news,
Itself into Augustus' arms did cast; Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar: So England now does, with like toil opprest, But our conjunction makes them tremble more. Her weary head upon your bosom rest. Your never failing sword made war to cease, Then let the Muses, with such notes as these, And now you heal us with the acts of peace; Instruct us what belongs unto our peace! Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, Your battles they hereafter shall indite, Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
And draw the image of our Mars in fight; Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, Than in restoring such as are undone :
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won; Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare. Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, You strike with one hand, but you heal with both ; And every conqueror creates a Muse: Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve Here in low strains your milder deeds we sing ; You cannot make the dead again to live.
But there, my lord! we'll bays and olive bring When Fate or errour had our age misled, To crown your head, while you in triumph ride And o'er this nation such confusion spread; O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; The only care, which could from Heaven come down, While all your neighbour princes unto you, Was so mnch power and piety in one!
Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence and bow.
WAR WITH SPAIN,
AND FIRST VICTORY AT SEA NEAR ST. LUCAR, 1651. And practise first over yourself to reign.
Now, for some ages, had the pride of Spain Your private life did a just pattern give,
Made the sun shine on half the world in vain, How fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live;
While she bid war to all, that durst supply Born to command, your princely virtues slept,
The place of those her cruelty made die. Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
Of Nature's bounty men forbore to taste, But when your troubled country call'd you forth, And the best portion of the carth lay waste. Your flaming courage and your matchless worth, From the new world, her silver and her gold Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
Came, like a tempest, to confound the old. To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Feeding with these the brib'd electors' hopes, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Alone she gives us emperors and popes : Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
With these accomplishing her vast designs, Chang'd like the world's great scene ! when without Europe was shaken with her Indian mines. noise,
When Britain, looking with a just disdain The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain,
And, knowing well that empire must decline, Had you, some ages past, this race of glory
Whose chief support and sinews are of coin,
To the rich troublers of the world's repose.
And now some months, incamping on the main, This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age,
Our naval army had besieged Spain : With losing him, went back to blood and rage:
They, that the whole world's monarchy design'd, Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
Are to their ports by our bold fleet confin'd, But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
From whence our Red Cross they triumphant see, That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars
Riding without a rival on the sea. Gave a dim light to violence and wars;
Others may use the ocean as their road,
Only the English make it their abode, To such a tempest as now threatens all,
Whose ready sails with every wind can fly, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.
And make a covenant with th' inconstant sky : If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Our oaks secure, as if they there took root, Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord; We tread on billows with a steady foot. What hope had ours, while ret their power was new, Meanwhile, the Spaniards in America To rule victorious armies, but by you?
Near to the liue the sun approaching saw,
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR... TO THE KING. 63 And hop'd their European coasts to find
And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve, Clear'd from our ships by the autumnal wind : With greater hazard than they fought, they dive. Their huge capacious galleons, stuff?d with plate, With these returns victorious Montagu, The labouring winds drive slowly tow'rds their fate. With laurels in his hand, and half Peru. Before St. Lucar they their guns discharge; Let the brave generals divide that bough, To tell their joy, or to call forth a barge:
Our great protector hath such wreaths enough: This heard some ships of ours, (though out of view) His conquering head has no more room for bays. And, swift as eagles, to the quarry
Then let it be, as the glad nation prays:
Arriv'd, they soon begin that tragic play, With ermin clad and purple, let him hold
A royal sceptre, made of Spanish gold.
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR.
Bold were the men which on the ocean first In storms, as loud as his immortal fame : Spread their new sails, when shipwreck was the His dying groans, his last breath shakes our isle ; worst:
And trees, uncut, fall for his funeral pile; More danger now from man alone we find, About his palace their broad roots are tost Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind. Into the air. So Romulus was lost ! They that had sail'd from near th' antarctic pole, New Rome in such a tempest miss'd her king, Their treasure safe, and all their vessels whole, And, from obeying, fell to worshipping. In sight of their dear country ruin'd be,
On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead, Without the guilt of either rock or sea!
With ruin'd oaks and pines about him spread. What they would spare, our fiercer art destroys, The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear Surpassing storms in terrour and in noise.
On his victorious head, lay prostrate there. Once Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,
Those his last fury from the mountain rent:
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
Found nobler objects for our martial rage, Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide And, with wise conduct, to his country showd Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride.
The ancient way of conquering abroad. And now, into her lap the richest prize
Ungrateful then! if we no tears allow Fell, with the noblest of our enemies :
To him, that gave us peace and empire too. The marquis (glad to see the fire destroy Princes, that fear'd him, grieve, concern'd to see Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy) No pitch of glory from the grave is free. Out from his faming ship his children sent, Nature herself took notice of his death, To perish in a milder element :
And, sighing, swell'd the sea with such a breath, Then laid him by his burning lady's side,
That, to remotest shores her billows rollid,
TO THE KING,
U PON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.
He knew what harm his hasty beams would do. Such noble pity in brave English minds,
But your full majesty at once breaks forth That (the rich spoil forgot, their valour's prize) In the meridian of your reign. Your worth, All labour now to save their enemies.
Your youth, and all the splendour of your state, How frail our passions ! how soon changed are (Wrapp'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse fate!) Our wrath and fury to a friendly care!
With such a flood of light invade our eyes, They, that but now for honour and for plate And our spread hearts with so great joy surprise, Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate, That, if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, sir! too hastily forgive. 9 Of Bajadoz.
Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy, 10 All from this line was added after 1651. Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy
All are obnoxious! and this faulty Land,
But while we praise you, you ascribe it all Like fainting Esther, does before you stand, To his high hand, which threw the untouch'd wall Watching your sceptre: the revolted Sea
Of self-demolish'd Jericho so low: Trembles, to think she did your foes obey. His angel 'twas, that did before you go, Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late, Tam'd savage hearts, and made affections yield, In a wild rage, became the scorn and hate Like ears of corn when wind salutes the field. Of her proud neighbours, who began to think, Thus, patience-crown'd, like Job's, your trouble She with the weight of her own force would sink.
ends, But you are come, and all their hopes are vain; Having your foes to pardon, and your friends: This Giant Isle has got her eye again.
For, though your courage were so firm a rock, Now, she might spare the ocean, and oppose What private virtue could endure the shock ? Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes.
Like your great master, you the storm withstood, Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
And pity'd those who love with frailty show'd. Dangers abroad ; and now, your thunders shall. Rude Indians, torturing all the royal race, Princes that saw you different passions prove, Him with the throne and dear-bought sceptre grace For now they dread the object of their love, That sufiers best : what region could be found, Nor without envy can behold his height,
Where your heroic head had not been crown'd? Whose conversation was their late delight.
The next experience of your mighty mind So Semele, contented with the rape
Is, how you combat Fortune now she's kind : Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape,
And this way too you are victorious found; When she beheld his hands with lightning fillid, She flatters with the same success she frown'd. And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd. While, to yourself severe, to others kind,
And though it be our sorrow and our crime, With power unbounded, and a will confin'd, To have accepted life so long a time
Of this vast empire you possess the care, Without you here; yet does this absence gain The softer parts fall to the people's share. No small advantage to your present reign:. Safety and equal government are things, For, having view'd the persons and the things, Which subjects make as happy, as their kings. The councils, state, and strength, of Europe's kings, Faith, Law, and Piety (that banish'd train!) You know your work; ambition to restrain, Justice and Truth, with you return again : And set them bounds, as Heaven does to the main. The city's trade, and country's easy life, We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught, Once more shall flourish, without fraud or strife. Not such as books, but such as practice, taught. Your reign no less assures the ploughman's peace, So the lost Sun, while least by us enjoy'd,
Than the warm sun advances his increase ; Is the whole night for our concerns employ'd: And does the shepherds as securely keep, He ripens spices, fruit, and precious gums, From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep. Which from remotest regions hither comes.
But above all, the muse-inspired train This seat of yours (from th'other world remov'd) Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again : Had Archimedes known, he might have prov'd Kind Heaven at once has, in your person, sent His engine's force, fix'd here; your power and skill Their sacred judge, their guard, and argument. Make the world's motion wait upon your will. Much suffering monarch ! the first English-born,
Nec magis expressi vultus per ahenea signa, That has the crown of these three nations worn!
Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum How has your patience with the barbarous rage
ON ST. JAMES'S PARK,
AS LATELY IMPROVED BY HIS MAJESTY 2.
Plants set by Heaven are vanish'd, and the ground; Break forth at once, like powder set on fire, Yet the description lasts : who knows the fate And, with a noble rage their king require.
Of lines that shall this Paradise relate ? So th' injur'd Sea, which from her wonted course, Instead of rivers rolling by the side To gain some acres, avarice did force,
Of Eden's garden, here flows in the tide: If the new banks, neglected once, decay,
The sea, which always serv'd his empire, now . No longer will from her old channel stay;
Pays tribute to our prince's pleasure too. Raging, the late-got land she overflows,
Of famous cities we the founders know; And all that's built upon't to ruin goes.
But rivers, old as seas to which they go, Offenders now, the chiefest, do begin
Are Nature's bounty: 'tis of more renown To strive for grace, and expiate their sin :
To make a river, than to build a town. All winds blow fair, that did the world embroil ; Por future shade, young trees upon the banks Your vipers treacle yield, and scorpions oil. Of the new stream appear in even ranks :
If then such praise the Macedonian 'got, The voice of Orpheus, or Amphion's hand, For having rudely cut the Gordian knot;
In better order could not make them stand. What glory's due to him, that could divide May they increase as fast, and spread their boughs, Such ravell'd interests? has the knot unty'd, As the high fame of their great owner grows ! And, without stroke, so smooth a passage made, May he live long enough to see them all Where craft and malice such inpeachments laid? Dark shadows cast, and as his palace tall ! 1 Alexander.
· First printed in folio, 1661.
OF THE INVASION AND DEFEAT OF THE TURKS.
65 Methinks I see the love that shall be made, The structure by a prelate 4 rais'd, Whitehall, The lovers walking in that amorous shade : Built with the fortune of Rome's capitol : The gallants dancing by the river side;
Both, disproportion'd to the present state They bathe in summer, and in winter slide. Of their proud founders, were approv'd by Fate. Methinks I hear the music in the boats,
From hence he does that antique piles behold, And the loud Echo which returns the notes : Where royal heads receive the sacred gold: While, overhead, a flock of newsprung fowl
It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep; Hangs in the air, and does the Sun controul; There made like gods, like mortals there they sleep: Dark’ning the sky, they hover o'er 3, and shrowd Making the circle of their reign complete, The wanton sailors with a feather'd cloud.
Those suns of empire! where they rise, they set. Beneath, a shoal of silver fishes glides,
When others fell, this, standing, did presage And plays about the gilded barges' sides :. The crown should triumph over pop'lar rage: The ladies angling in the crystal lake,
Hard by that house', where all our ills were shap'd, Feast on the waters with the prey they take : Th’ auspicious temple stood, and yet escap'd. At once victorious with their lines and eyes, So, snow on Ætna does unmelted lie, They make the fishes and the men their prize. Whence rolling flames and scatter'd cinders fiy; A thousand Cupids on the billows ride,
The distant country in the ruin shares, And sea-nymphs enter with the swelling tide : What falls from Heaven the burning mountain spares. Froni Thetis sent as spies, to make report,
Next, that capacious hall 7 he sees, the room And tell the wonders of her sov'reign's court. Where the whole nation does for justice come; All that can, living, feed the greedy eye,
Under whose large roof flourishes the gown,
His flock subjected to his view below :
And made a sacrifice to public care.
And with himself, his best adviser, talks :
How peaceful olive may his temples shade, Tempers hot July with December's frost ;
For mending laws, and for restoring trade:
Here a well-polish'd Mall gives us the joy, What ruling arts gave great Augustus fame,
His eyes, upon his native palace 8 bent,
Close by, suggest a greater argument: His shape so lovely, and his limbs so strong, His thoughts rise higher, when he does reflect Confirm our hopes we shall obey him long.
On what the world may from that star expect, No sooner has he touch'd the flying ball,
Which at his birth appear'd; to let us see, But 'tis already more than half the Mall:
Day, for his sake, could with the night agree: And such a fury from his arm has got,
A prince, on whom such different lights did smile, As from a smoking culverin ?twere shot.
Born the divided world to reconcile ! May that ill fate his enemies befall,
Whatever Heaven, or high-extracted blood, To stand before his anger or his ball !
Could promise, or foretell, he will make good : Near this my Muse, what most delights her, sees Reform these nations, and improve them more, A living gallery of aged trees;
Than this fair Park, from what it was before.
INVASION AND DEFEAT OF TILE And, by frequenting sacred groves, grew wise.
IN THE YEAR 1683.
The modern Nimrod, with a safe delight
Would Christians chase, and sacritice to Fame. The world, from India to the frozen North,
A prince, with eunuchs and the soiter sex Concern'd in what this solitude brings forth.
Shut up so long, would warlike nations vex, His fancy objects from his view receives;
Provoke the German, and, neglecting Heaven, The prospect thought and contemplation gives. Forget the truce for which his oath was given. That seat of empire bere salutes bis eye, To which three kingdoms do themselves apply;
4 Cardinal Wolsey. 5 Westminster Abbey.
6 House of Commons. 9 We tiniuster Hall. 3 lu fol. edit'the air they hoyer,' &c.
St. James's. VOL. VIIL