As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,

Your never failing sword made war to cease, But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; And now you heal us with the acts of peace; So, what our Earth, and what our Heaven, denies, Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies. Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow:
Without the worm, in Persian silks we shine ;
And, without planting, drink of every vine.

Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Than in restoring such as are undone :
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear,
|But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare.

To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs ;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims.
Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow,
We plow the deep, and reap what others sow.

|To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
You strike with one hand, but you heal with both
Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.

Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; When Fate or error had our age misled,
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds: And o'er this nation such confusion spread;
Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown, Theonly cure, which could from Heaven come down
Could never make this island all her own. Was so much power and piety in one.

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, One! whose extraction from an ancient line
France-conquering Henry, flourish'd, and now you ; Gives hope again, that well-born men may shine.
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, The meanest in your nature, mild and good ;
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

The noblest rest secured in your blood.

When for more worlds the Macedonian cried,
He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide
Another yet: a world reserv'd for you,
To make more great than that he did subdue.

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to such things as these ;
How such a ruling spirit you could restrain,
And practise first over yourself to reign.

He safely might old troops to battle lead,
Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede,
Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field,
More spoils than honor to the victor yield.

Your private life did a just pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live;
Born to command, your princely virtues slept,
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.

A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, But when your troubled country callid you forth, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold,

Your flaming courage and your matchless worth, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,

Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too, With a new chain of garrisons you bind :

Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you ; Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; Chang'd like the world's great scene! when withou Our English iron holds them fast at home.


The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys. They, that henceforth must be content to know No warmer region than their hills of snow,

Had you, some ages past, this race of glory May blame the sun; but must extol your grace,

| Run, with amazement we should read your story : Which in our senate hath allow'd them place.

But living virtue, all achievements past,

Meets envy still, to grapple with at last.
Preferr'd by conquest, happily o'erthrown,

This Cæsar found ; and that ungrateful age,
Falling they rise, to be with us made one:
So kind dictators made, when they came home,

With losing him, went back to blood and rage;

Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke, Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.

But cut the bond of union with that stroke. Like favor find the Irish, with like fate

That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars Advanc'd to be a portion of our state ;

Gave a dim light to violence and wars ; While by your valor, and your bounteous mind,

To such a tempest as now threatens all, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.

Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword To be our out-guard on the continent:

Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord : She from her fellow-provinces would go,

What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

To rule victorious armies, but by you ?

In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing posts, the terror and the news,
Our neighbor princes trembled at their roar :
But our conjunction makes them tremble more

You! that had taught them to subdue their foes, Could order teach, and their high spirits compose | To every duty could their minds engage, Provoke their courage, and command their rage

So, when a lion shakes 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.

Verse, thus design'd, has no ill fate,
If it arrive but at the date
Of fading beauty, if it prove
But as long-liv'd as preserit love.

As the ver'd world, to find repose, at last
Itself into Augustus' arms did cast;
So England now does, with like toil opprest,
Her weary head upon your bosom rest.


Then let the Muses, with such notes as these,

Instruct us what belongs unto our peace!
Your battles they hereafter shall indite,

And draw the image of our Mars in fight;

Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,

Fair Sacharissa lov’d, but lov'd in vain : Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run,

Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous boy; And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won;

Like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke With numbers he the flying nymph pursues ; Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke.

With numbers, such as Phæbus' self might use !

Such is the chase, when Love and Fancy leads, Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,

O'er craggy mountains, and through flowery meads; And every conqueror creates a Muse:

Invok'd to testify the lover's care, Here in low strains your milder deeds we sing :

Or form some image of his cruel fair. But there, my lord! we'll bays and olive bring

Urg'd with his fury, like a wounded deer,

O'er these he fled; and now, approaching near, To crown your head, while you in triumph ride

Had reach'd the nymph with his harmonious lay,
O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; Whom all his charms could not incline to stay.
While all your neighbor princes unto you, Yet, what he sung in his immortal strain,
Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence and bow. Though unsuccessful, was not sung in vain :

All, but the nymph that should redress his wrong,
Attend his passion, and approve his song.
Like Phæbus thus, acquiring unsought praise,

He catch'd at love, and fillid his arms with bays.

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