Only Drake's facred veffel (which before Had done and had feen more Than thofe have done or feen, Ev'n fince they Coddeffes and this a Star has been) As a reward for all her labour past, Is made the feat of reft at last. Let the cafe now quite alter'd be, An old wheel of that chariot to fee, Which Phaeton fo rafhly brake: Yet what could that fay more than thefe remains of Drake? Great relick! thou too, in this port of ease, (The great trade-wind which ne'er does fail) Shall drive thee round the world, and thou shalt IS faid, 'T's folly all, that can be immortal dead, And I'm afraid they laugh at the vain tears we fhed. "Tis as if we, who stay behind Should pity thofe who pafs'd this freight before," Ah, happy man! who art to fail no more! Though ne'er fo fair and can it be; What would all fober men believe, If they should hear us fighing fay, "Balcarres, who but th' other day "Did all our love and our refpect command; "At whofe great parts we all amaz'd did itand; "Is from a ftorm, alas! caft fuddenly on land ?". If you will fay-Few perfons upon earth Did, more than he, deferve to have And ancestors, whofe fame 's fo widely spread- All I can anfwer, is, That I allow Though God, for great and righteous ends, One of their ableft minifters elect, And fent aproad to treaties, which they' intend Shall never take effect; But though the treaty wants a happy end, The happy agent wants not the reward, For which he labour'd faithfully and hard; His juft and righteous mafter calls him home, And gives him, near himself, fome honourable room. Noble and great endeavours did he bring To fave his country, and restore his king; And, whilst the manly half of him (which thofe Who know not Love, to be the whole suppose) The beauteous half, his lovely wife, If I believe that fuch was he, Whom, in the forms of bad fuccefs, And all that Error calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wife did itill accompany! With thefe companions 'twas not ftrange That nothing could his temper change. His own and country's union had not weight Enough to crush his mighty mind! He faw around the hurricanes of ftate, Fixt as an ifland 'gainst the waves and wind. Thus far the greedy fea may reach; All outward things are but the beach; A great man's foul it doth affault in vain! Their God himfelf the ocean doth reftrain With an imperceptible chain, And bid it to go back again. His wifḍom, juftice, and his piety, His courage both to fuffer and to die, His virtues, and his lady too, Were things celeftial. And we see, In spite of quarrelling philofophy, How in this cafe 'tis certain found, That Heav'n ftands ftill, and only carth round. goes 2 O D E. UPON DR. HARVEY, OY Nature (which remain'd, though aged COY grown, Abeauteous virgin ftill, enjoy'd by none, Took fanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree : There Daphne's lover ftop'd, and thought it much But Harvey, our Apollo, ftop'd hot fo; For which the eye-beams' point doth fharpness want, His paffage after her withstood. What fhould the do? through all the moving Of lives endow'd with fenfe fhe took her flight; Thus Harvey fought for Truth in Truth's own book, The creatures-which by God himself was writ; And wifely thought 'twas fit, Not to read comments only upon it, Methinks in Art's great circle others ftand And dance, like fairies, a fantastic round, His noble circle of the blood had been untrod- Great Doctor! th' art of curing's cur'd by thee, Purg'd of old errors by thy care, It now will strong and healthful prove; She leap'd at laft into the winding ftreams of Of which a barbarous war's unlearned rage blood; Of man's maander all the purple reaches made, Where turning head, and at a bay, Thus by well-purged ears was the o'erheard to fay: "Here fure fhall I be fafe" (faid fhe) "None will be able fure to fee This my retreat, but only He "The heart of man what art can e'er reveal? "And doth the heart of man ev'n from itself She spoke: but, ere fhe was aware, And held this flippery Proteus in a chain, He the young practice of new life did fee, It for a living wrought, both hard and privately. The noble scarlet dye of blood; From all the fouls that living buildings rear, He fo exactly does the work furvey, Has robb'd the ruin'd age: O cruel lofs as if the golden fleece, With fo much coft and labour bought, And from afar by a great hero brought, Had funk ev'n in the ports of Greece. O curfed war! who can forgive thee this? Houfes and towns may rife again; And ten times easier 'tis To rebuild Paul's, than any work of his : Nay, fearce himself too, now; For, though his wit the force of age withstand, ODE FROM CATULLUS. ACME AND SEPTIMIUS. WHILST on Septimius' panting breaft (Meaning nothing lefs than reft) I become fome lion's prey; The God of Love, who flood to hear him Acme, enflam'd with what he said, To this beft God, and ne'er retain So may thy paffion last for me, But runs, like life, through every part. This good omen thus from heaven Their loves and lives (all four) embrace, If the Gods would please to be To reward her, if it be fhe- With fuch a husband, fuch a wife; 46 -Qued optanti divûm promittere nemo N Which meet at last fo kindly, and difpenfe TOW bleffings on you all, ye peaceful stars, Your univerfal gentle influence To calm the ftormy world, and ftill the rage of wars! Nor, whilft around the continent Plenipotentiary beams ye fent, Did your pacific lights difdain In their large treaty to contain The world apart, o'er which do reign Your seven fair brethren of great Charles's-wain; No ftar amongst ye all did, I believe, Such vigorous affiftance give, As that which, thirty years ago, Be affur'd of from that powerful ray, Which could out-face the fun, and overcome the day. Aufpicious ftar! again arife, And take thy noon-tide station in the skies, Thou mad'ft of that fair month thy choice, In which heaven, air, and fea, and earth, And all that's in them, all, does fmile and does rejoice. 'Twas a right season; and the very ground Ought with a face of paradife to be found, Then, when we were to entertain Felicity and innocence again. Shall we again (good Heaven!) that blessed pair behold, Which the abufed people fondly fold For the bright fruit of the forbidden tree, And truft that fea, where she can hardly fay day? Ah! mild and gall-lefs dove, Which doft the pure and candid dwellings love, Canft thou in Albion ftill delight? Still canft thou think it white? Will ever fair Religion appear In these deformed ruins? will she clear Th' Augean ftables of her churches here? Where a High Court of Justice e'er has been? And Bradshaw's bloody ghoft, affright her there, Her, who fhall never fear? Then may Whitehall for Charles's feat be fit, If Juftice fhall endure at Westminster to fit. Of all, methinks we leaft fhould fee Is ftill enough to make her stay, The star that appeared at noon, the day of the king's birth, juft as the king his father was riding to St. Paul's, to give thanks to God for that blefling. Or, he might juftlier be afraid Should a third time perhaps prevail For God does him, that he might you, restore, Along with you plenty and riches go, With a warm fruitful wind o'er all the country blow. Honour does as ye march her trumpet found, A various complicated ill, Tis happy, which no bleeding does endure, That the three dreadful angels we, Of famine, fword, and plague, fhould here eftablifh'd fee (God's great triumvirate of defolation!) We fear'd that the Fanatic war, } We read th' instructive hiftorics which tell Of all thofe endless mischiefs that befel The facred town which God had lov'd fo well, After that fatal curfe had once been faid, "His blood be upon ours and on our children's head." We know, though there a greater blood was fpilt, 'Twas fcarcely done with greater guilt. We know thofe miferies did befal Whilft they rebell'd against that Prince, whom all The reft of mankind did the love and joy of mankind call. Already was the fhaken nation Into a wild and deform'd chaos brought, And it was hafting on (we thought) Even to the laft of ills-annihilation: When, in the midfl of this confused night, Lo! the bleft Spirit mov'd, and there was light; For, in the glorious General's previous ray, We faw a new created day: We by it faw, though yet in mifts it fhone, And with the marks of good fuccefs Sign his allowance of their wickedness? Vain men! who thought the Divine Power to find In the fierce thunder and the violent wind: May by the claws of the great fiend be done: He who had feen the noble British heir, Of brothers, heavenly good! and fifters, heavenly fair!- Might have perceiv'd, methinks, with ease (But wicked men fee only what they pleafe) That God had no intent t' extinguifh quite The pious king's eclipfed right. He who had feen how by the Power Divine All the young branches of this royal line Did in their fire, without confuming, fhineHow through a rough Red-fea they had been led, By wonders guarded, and by wonders fedHow many years of trouble and diftrefs They'd wander'd in their fatal wilderness, And yet did never murmur or repine ; Might, methinks, plainly understand, Th' Almighty mercy would at laft Ought to be entail'd by right of birth; We now the queftion well decided fee, At the great Monarch's feaft, "Of all on earth what things the strongest be?" Two things which we have known indeed But, as 'tis prov'd by Heaven, at length, The King and Truth have greatest strength, And twine into one right: No frantic commonwealths or tyrannies; No nets of human policies; No ftores of arms or gold (though yon could join Against the naked Truth and the unarmed King. The foolish lights which travellers beguile End the fame night when they begin; No art fo far can upon nature win As e'er to put-out stars, or long keep meteors in.. Where's the impoftor Cromwell gone? Where's now that Falling-ftar, his fon? i Where's the large Comet now, whofe raging flame So fatal to our monarchy became; But the true method of felicity Is, when the worst Of human life is plac'd the first, Let our weak days lead up the van; Let the brave Second and Triarian band | The virtue of the force of these are sure of Victory. we fee Begin their glorious march with thee: Long may their march to heaven, and fill triumphant, be! Now thou art gotten once before, Things which offend when prefent, and affright, Than thine more try'd and more refin'd. Which o'er our heads in fuch proud horror ftood, So, when the wifeft poets feck Infatiate with our ruin and our blood? And twice renew'd the difmal fire: Though long the tail, we faw at laft its end, Then did th' allotted hour of dawning right Or refurrection of the fpring. We welcome both, and with improv'd delight He wants the bleeding marks of grace, The circumcifion of the chofen race. The duty of a facrifice, To those who never did ill-fortune know, In all their livelieft colours to fet forth (The pious Trojan or the prudent Greek); But in the cold of want, and ftorms of adverse They harden his young virtue by degrees. His ruin'd country to rebuild. Nor without caufe are arms from Heaven, So many and fo violent blows. Such was the helmet, breaft-plate, fhield, |