Buch guard and comfort the diftreffed find

From her large pow'r, and from her larger mind, That whom ill Fate would ruin it prefers,

For all the miserable are made her's.

So the fair tree whereon the eagle builds,

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Poor sheepfrom tempests, and their fhepherds, fhields:
The royal bird poffeffes all the boughs,
But fhade and shelter to the flock allows,
Joy of our age, and fafety of the next;
For which fo oft' thy fertile womb is vext;
Nobly contented, for the publick good,
To waste thy spirits and diffuse thy blood,
What vaft hopes may these islands entertain,
Where monarchs, thus defcended, are to reign?
Led by commanders of fo fair a line,
Our feas no longer fhall our pow'r confine.

A brave romance who would exactly frame,
First brings his knight from fome immortal dame,
And then a weapon and a flaming shield,
Bright as his mother's eyes he makes him wield.
None might the mother of Achilles be,
By the fair pearl and glory of the feat:

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The man to whom great Maro gives fuch fame t,
From the high bed of heav'nly Venus came;
And our next Charles, whom all the stars defign
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VI.

THE APOLOGY OF SLEEP.

For not approaching the lady who can do any thing but fleep when he pleafeth.

My charge it is thofe breaches to repair

Which Nature takes from forrow, toil, and care:
Reft to the limbs, and quiet I confer

On troubled minds; but nought can add to her
Whom Heav'n, and her tranfcendent thoughts have
Above thofe ills which wretched mortals tafte [plac'd
Bright as the deathlefs gods, and happy, fhe
From all that may infringe delight is free;
Love at her royal feet his quiver lays,

And not his mother with more hafte obeys.
Such real pleafures, fuch true joys fufpenfe,
What dream can I prefent to recompenfe?

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Should I with lightning fill her awful hand, And make the clouds feem all at her command, Or place her in Olympus' top, a guest Among th' immortals, who with nectar feast, That pow'r wou'd feem, that entertainment, fhort Of the true fplendour of her prefent court, Where all the joys, and all the glories, are

Of three great kingdoms, fever'd from the care. zo 1, that of fumes and humid vapours made, Afcending, do the feat of fenfe invade,

No cloud in fo ferene a manfion find,
To overcast her ever-shining mind,

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Which holds resemblance with thofe fpotlefs fkies, 25 Where flowing Nilus want of rain supplies; That crystal heav'n, where Phœbus never shrouds His golden beams, nor wraps his face in clouds. But what fo hard which numbers cannot force; So ftoops the moon, and rivers change their course.30 The bold Mæonian † made me dare to steep Jove's dreadful temples in the dew of sleep; And fince the Mufes do invoke my pow'r, I fhall no more decline that facred bow'r Where Gloriana their great mistress lies, But gently taming those victorious eyes, Charm all her senses, till the joyful sun Without a rival half his course has run; Who, while my hand that fairer light confines, May boast himself the brightest thing that shines.40

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PUERPERIUM.

You gods that have the pow'r

To trouble and compofe

All that's beneath your bow'r,

Calm filence on the feas, on earth impose.

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Fair Venus! in thy soft arms

'The God of Rage confine;

For thy whispers are the charms

Which only can divert his fierce defign.

What tho' he frown, and to tumult do incline?
Thou the flame

Kindled in his breast canft tame

With that snow which unmelted lies on thine.

Great Goddess! give this thy facred ifland rest;
Make heav'n fmile,

That no ftorm disturb us while

Thy chief care, our halcyon, builds her neft.

Great Gloriana! fair Gloriana!

Bright as high heav'n is, and fertile as earth,

Whofe beauty relieves us,

Whofe royal bed gives us,

Both glory and peace,

Our present joy, and all our hopes increafe.

VIII.

THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE

IN MOURNING.

WHEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear,
But just fo much as lets the fun appear,

Heav'n then would feem thy image, and reflect
Those fable vestments and that bright aspect.

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A fpark of virtue by the deepest shade
Of fad adverfity is fairer made;

Nor lefs advantage doth thy beauty get,
AVenus rifing from a fea of jet!

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Such was th' appearance of new-formed Light,
While yet it fruggled with eternal Night.
Then mourn no more, left thou admit increase
Of glory by thy noble lord's decease.
We find not that the laughter-loving dame ↑
Mourn'd for Anchifes; 't was enough the came
To grace the mortal with her deathlefs bed,
And that his living eyes fuch beauty fed :
Had the been there, untimely joy thro' all
Men's hearts diffus'd, had marr'd the funeral.
Thofe eyes were made to banish grief: as well
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As they to put on forrow: nothing stands,
But pow'r to grieve, exempt from thy commands.
If thou lament, thou must do so alone;

Grief in thy prefence can lay hold on none.
Yet ftill perfift the memory to love

Of that great Mercury of our mighty Jove,

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Who, by the pow'r of his enchanting tongue,
Swordsfromthe handsofthreat'ningmonarchswrung.
War he prevented, or foon made it ceafe,
Inftructing princes in the arts of peace;
Such as made Sheba's curious queen refort
To the large-hearted Hebrew's famous.court.

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