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Yet justle not, nor quarrel; but as well
Agree as in some common principle.
So, in an army govern'd right, we see
(Though out of several countries rais’d it be)
That all their order and their place maintain,
The English, Dutch, the Frenchman, and the Dane :
So thousand divers species fill the air,
Yet neither crowd nor mix confus’dly there;
Beasts, houses, trees, and men, together lie,
Yet enter undisturb’d into the eye.

And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate
Thrust into th’noise and business of a state.
All virtues, and some customs of the court,
Other men's labour, are at least his sport;
Whilst we, who can no action undertake,
Whom idleness itself might learned make;
Who hear of nothing, and as yet scarce know,
Whether the Scots in England be or no;
Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay,
Yet see his nimble Pegasus fly away.
'Tis Nature's fault, who did thus partial grow,
And her estate of wit on one bestow;
Whilst we, like younger brothers, get at best
But a small stock, and must work out the rest.
How could he answer't, should the state think fit
To question a monopoly of wit ?

Such is the man whom we require the same
We lent the North ; untouch'd, as is his fame.
He is too good for war, and ought to be
As far from danger, as from fear he's free.

Those men alone (and those are useful tov) Whose valour is the only art they know, Were for sad war and bloody battles born; Let them the state defend, and he adorn.

ON THE DEATH OF

SIR HENRY WOOTTON.

WHAT shall we say, since silent now is he Who when he spoke, all things would silent be? Who had so many languages in store,

That only fame shall speak of him in more; · Whom England now no more return'd must sec; He's gone to heaven on his fourth embassy. On earth he travell’d often; not to say H' had been abroad, or pass loose time away. In whatsoever land he chanc'd to come, He read the inen and manners, bringing home Their wisdom, learning, and their piety, As if he went to conquer, not to see. So well he understood the most and best Of tongues, that Babel sent into the West; Spoke them so truly, that he had (you'd swear) Not only liv'd, but been born every-where. Justly each nation's speech to him was known, Who for the world was made, not us alone; Nor ought the language of that man be less, Who in his breast had all things to express.

We say that learning's endless, and blame Fate
For not allowing life a longer date :
He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find,
He found them not so large as was his mind;
But, like the brave Pellæan youth, did moan
Because that art had no more worlds than one ;
And, when he saw that he through all had past,
He dy’d, lest he should idle grow at last.

ON THE DEATH OF

MR. JORDAN,

SECOND MASTER AT WESTMINSTER SCHOOL.

HENCE, and make room for me, all you who come
Only to read the epitaph on this tomb !
Here lies the master of my tender years,
The guardian of my parents' hope and fears ;
Whose government ne'er stood me in a tear ;
All weeping was reserv'd to spend it here.
Come hither, all who his rare virtues knew,
And mourn with me: he was your tutor too.
Let's join our sighs, till they fly far, and shew
His native Belgia what she's now to do.
The league of grief bids her with us lament;
By her he was brought forth, and hither sent
In payment of all men we there had lost, ..
And all the English blood those wars have cost..

Wisely did Nature this learn’d man divide;
His birth was theirs, his death the mournful pride
Of England; and, t'avoid the envious strife
Of other lands, all Europe had his life,
But we in chief; our country soon was grown
A debtor more to him, than he to’s own.
He pluckt from youth the follies and the crimes,
And built up men against the future times;
For deeds of age are in their causes then,
And though he taught but boys, he made the men.
Hence 't was a master, in those ancient days
When men sought knowledge first, and by it praise,
Was a thing full of reverence, profit, fame ;
Father itself was but a second name,
He scorn'd the profit; his instructions all
Were, like the science, free and liberal.
He deserv'd honours, but despis’d them too,
As much as those who have them others do.
He knew not that which compliment they call;
Could flatter none, but himself least of all.
So true, so faithful, and so just, as he
Was nought on earth but his own memory ;
His memory, where all things written were,
As sure and fixt as in Fate's books they are.
Thus he in arts so vast a treasure gain'd,
Whilst still the use came in, and stock remain'd:
And, having purchas'd all that man can know,
He labour'd with't to enrich others now;
Did thus a new and harder task sustain,
Like those that work in mines for others' gain :

He, though more nobly, had much more to do,
To search the vein, dig, purge, and mint it too.
Though my excuse would be, I must confess,
Much better had his diligence been less;
But, if a Muse hereafter smile on me,
And say, “Be thou a poet !” men shall see
That none could a more grateful scholar have;
For what I ow'd his life. I 'll pay his grave.

ON

HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND.

WELCOME, great Sir! with all the joy that 's due

To the return of peace and you ;
Two greatest blessings which this age can know !
For that to Thee, for thee to Heaven we owe.

Others by war their conquests gain,
You like a God your ends obtain;
Who, when rude Chaos for his help did call,
Spoke but the word, and sweetly order'd all.

This happy concord in no blood is writ,
• None can grudge Heaven full thanks for it:
No mothers here lament their children's fate;
And like the peace, but think it comes too late.

No widows hear the jocund bells,
And take them for their husbands' knells:

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