ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND. GREAT Charles! (there stop, yeTrumpeters of Fame, Be held in doubt, and ere you fay Is come, Let Cygnus pluck from the Arabian waves 5 IS 20 20 A facred fury. Let the merry bells (For unknown joys work unknown miracles) Of heroes, or of emp'rors, we must then Solely relies; him blind Ambition moves, His tyranny the bridled fubject proves. But all those virtues which they all poffefs'd Great Charles! Let Cæfar boast Pharfalia's fight, 45 50 A noble peace, 'tis he, 'tis only he Who is most near, most like, the Deity. A SONG ON THE SAME. HENCE, clouded Looks! hence, briny Tears! Hence eye that Sorrow's liv'ry wears! What tho' a while Apollo please To visit the Antipodes? Yet he returns, and with his light Expels what he hath caus'd, the night. What tho' the Spring vanish away, And teach us Palinurus' art: So from falt floods, wept by our eyes, 18 THE WISH. I. LEST the misjudging world fhould chance to say I durst not but in fecret murmurs pray, To whisper in Jove's ear How much I wish that funeral, Or gape at fuch a great one's fall, This let all ages hear, And future times in my foul's picture fee II. I would not be a Puritan, tho' hel Can preach two hours, and yet his fermon be But half a quarter long; Tho' from his old mechanic trade ΙΟ By vifion he's a pastor made, His faith was grown fo strong; Nay, tho' he think to gain falvation By calling the Pope the Whore of Babylon. III. I would not be a schoolmaster, tho' to him Turns Lily oft'ner than his gowns, Nay, tho' he can, in a poetic heat, Figures, born fince, out of poor Virgil beat. 15 20 IV. I would not be a Juftice of Peace, tho' he And ftakes with his clerk draw; Nay, tho' he sit upon the place 25 And whilst he mulets enormities demurely, Breaks Prifcian's head with sentences fecurely. V. I would not be a courtier, tho' he Makes his whole life the truest comedy; Altho' he be a man In whom the tailor's forming art, And nimble barber, claim more part Tho', as he uses men, 'tis his intent To put off Death, too, with a compliment." VI. 30 35 (40 From lawyers' tongues, tho' they can spin with ease The shorteft caufe into a paraphrase, From ufurers' confcience (For swallowing up young heirs so fast, " Without all doubt they'll choke at last) 45 Make me all innocence, Good Heav'n! and from thy eyes, O Juftice! keep; For tho' they be not blind they're oft' asleep. 1 |