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Against this armour struck, but at the stroke, All England but one bonfire seems to be,
Take ours at this time for a star.
With wine all rooms, with wine the conduits, With courage borne, and decency.
fox; So were they berne when Worcester's dismal day And we, the priests of a poetic rage, Did all the terrors of black Fate display!
Wonder that in this golden age So were they borne when no disguises' cloud
'The rivers too should not do fo. His inward royalty could Mrowd;
There is no Stoic, sure, who would not now And one of th' angels whom juft God did send
Ev'n some excess allow; To guard him in his noble flight
And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly (A troop of angels did him then aitcnd!) Should end our twenty years of dismal melancholy. Assur'd me in a vision th' other night, That he (and who could better judge than he?)
Where's now the royal mother, where, Did then more greatness in him fee,
To take her mighty thare More lustre and more majesty,
In this so ravithing light Than all his coronation-pomp can shew to hu
And, with the part she takes, to add to the delight?
Ah! why art thou not here,
Thou always beft, and now the happiest Queen! Him and his royal brothers when I saw
To see our joy, and with new joy be seen? New marks of honour and of glory
God has a bright example made of thee, From their affronts and sufferings draw,
To fhew that woman-kind may be And look like heavenly saints e’in in their pur. | Above that sex which her fuperior seems, gatory;
In wisely maraging the wide extremes Methoughts I saw the three Judean Youths Of great afiliction, great felicity. (Three unhurt martyrs for the noblest truths!) How well those different virtues thee become, In the Chaldean furnace walk;
Daughter of triumphs, wife of martyrdom ! How cheerfully and unconcern'd they talk ! Thy princely mind with so much courage bore No hair is fing'd, no smallest bewity blasted! A fiction, that it dares return no more;
Like painted lamps they thine unwalted ! With fo much goodness us'd fclicity The greedy fire itself dares not be fed
That it cannot refrain from coming back to thee; With the bleft oil of an anointed head.
'Tis come, and suen to-day in all its bravery! The honourable flame (Which rather light we ought to name)
Who 's that heroic person leads it on, Docs like a glory compass them around,
And gives it like a glorious bride And their whole body's crown'd.
(Richly adorn'd with nuptial pride) What are those two bright creatures which
Into the hands now of thy son? we fee
'Tis the good General, the man of praise, Walk with the royal Three
Whom Gud at last, in gracious pity, In the same ordeal fire,
Did tu th' enthralled nation raisc, And mutual joys inspire ?
'Their great Zerubbabel to be ; Sure they the beauteous sisters are,
To loose the bonds of long captivity, Who, whilst they feck to hear their share, And to rebuild their temple and their city! Will fuffer no afligion to be there!
For ever blcft may he and his remain, Less lavour to those Three of old was shown,
Who, with a valt, though less-appearing, gain, To solace with their company
Prcferr'd the folid Great above the Vain, The fiery trials of adversity!
And to the world this princely truth has shownI'wo Angels join with these, the others had but That more 'tis to refore, than to usurp a crown!
Thou worthicst person of the British story!
(Though 'tis not small the British glory) Come forth, come forth, ye men of God belov'd!
Did I not know my humble verse must be And let the power now of that flame,
But ill-proportion'd to the height of thee, Which against you so impotent became,
Thou and the world should see On all your enemies be prov'd.
How much my Muse, the foe of flattery, Come, mighty Charles! defire of nations! come ;
Does make true praise her labour and delign; Come, you triumphant exile; home.
An Iliad or an Æneid should be thine. He's come, he 's sale at shore; I hear the noise of a whole land which docs at once rejoice,
And ill should we deserve this happy day, I hear th' united people's facred voice.
If no acknowledgments we pay The sea, which circles us around, .
To you, great patriots of the two Ne'er sent to land so loud a sound;
Most truly Other Houses now; The mighty shout sends to the sea a gale,
Who have redeem'd from hatred and from shame And swells up every fail :
A Parliament's once vencrable name; The bells and guns are scarcely heard at all;
And now the title of a House restore, The artificial joy's drown’d by the natural. '
To that which was but Slaughter-house before..
If my advice, ye worthies! might be ta’en, For ever gazes on itself below,
In the best mirror that the world can show, Which now your living presence graces, And here behold, in a long bending row, Your marble-ftatues always should remain, How two joint-cities make one glorious bow! To keep alive your useíul memory,
The midf, the poble t piace, poffefs'd by me, And to your successors th' cxample be
Best to be seen by als, and all o'crfee! Of truth, religion, reason, loyalty :
Which way sne'er I curn my joyful eye, For, though a firmly-settled peace
Here the great court, there the rich town, 1 spy; May shortly make your public labours cease, On cither side dwells safety and delight; The grateful nation will with joy confent Wealth on the left, and power upon the right.
That in this fenfe you should be said, T'allure yet my defence, on cither hand, (Though yet the name founds with some Like mighty forts, in equal distance fland dread)
'Two of the best and flatelies piles which e'er To be the Long, the Endless, Parliament. Man's liberal picty of old did rear;
Where the two princes of th’ Apostles' band,
mand. ON THE QUEEN'S REPAIRING
My warlike guard of ships, which farther lic,
Might he ny objců too, were not the eye
Stopt by the houses of that wondrous street
Which ridcso'er the lroad river like a fleet.
The stream's eternal fiege the y fixt abide, Forsook the royal houses, and his own,
And the swoln fream's auxiliary tide, And both abandon'd to the common foe;
Though both their ruin with joint power conspire; How near to ruin did my glories go!
Both to out-trave, they nothing dread but fire. Nothing remain'd t'adorn this princely place
Ard here my Thames, though it more gentle be Which covetous hards could take, or rudc dcface. Finding hy art his natural forces broke,
Than any flood fo rungtheni'd by the sea,
And bearir.g, captive-like, the arched yeke,
Docs roar, and fuam, aud rage, at the difyrace. Such Nafeby's ficld seem'd on the fatal day!
But re-composes frait, and calms his face;
Is into reverence and sul million slrook,
As soon as from afar he does but look
Tow'rds the white palace, where that king doci No sign of spring, or joy, my garden kept;
reign Nothing was scen which could content the cye,
Who lays his laws and bridges o'er the main. Till dead the impious tyrant here did lie.
Amidst thefe louder honours of my feat, See how my face is chang'd! and what I am
And two vast cities, troublesundly great, Since my true mitress, and now foundrels, came !
In a large various plain the country too It docs not fill her bounty to restore
Opens her gentler blilings to my view : Me as I was (nor was i small before):
In me the active and the quiet mird, She initates the kindncfs to her showe;
By different ways, equal contert may find. She does, like Heaven (which the dejeced throne If any prouder virtuoso's fenfe
At that part of my
take offence, At once restores, fixes, and higher rears) Strengthen, enlarge, exalt, what she repairs.
By which the mcaner cabbins are descry's, And now I dare (though proud I must not te,
Of my imperial river's humbler sideWhilft my great miltruís I lo hunibly Ice
If they call that a blemish-It them know, In all her various glories) now I dare
God, and my godlike mistrefs think not fo; Ev'n with the proudest palaces compare.
For the distrcís'd and the afflicted lie My beauty and convenience will, I'm sure,
Most in their care, and always in their eye. So just a boat with modesty endure;
And thou, fair river! who still pay'st iu me And all must to me yield, when I shall tell
Just homage, in thy passage to the sea, How I am plac'd, and who does in me dwell.
Take here this one instruction as thou go'lBefore my gate a street's broad channel goes,
When thy mixt waves shall visit every coal, Which still with waves of crowding people flows; When round the world their voyage they ha) And every day there paffes liy my side,
make, Up to its western reach, the London tide,
And back to thee some fecrct channels take: The Spring-tides of the icim: ny front looks
Ask them what nobler fight they e'er did niect, down
Except thy mighty master's sovereign flect, On all the price and business of the town;
Which now triumphant o'er the main does ride, My other frort (for, as in kings we see
The terror of all lands, the ocean's pride. The livelit image of the Deity,
From hence his kingdoms, happy now at lat, We in their houfs Mhould heaven's likeness find,
(Happy, if wise by their misfortunes past!) Where nothing can be said to be Behind)
From hence may omens take of that success My other fair and more majestic face
Which both their future wars and peace ! (Who can the fair to more advantage place?)
ON THE DEATH OF
“ Still I sebel, still thou dost reign;
On which the conqueror's image now does shine, “ Lo! still in verse against thee I complain. Not his whom it belong'd to in the mine : “ There is a fort of stubborn weeds,
So, in the mild contentions of the Muse “ Which, if the earth but once, it ever, breeds ; (The war which Peace itself loves and pursues)
“ No wholesome herb can near them thrive, So have you home to us in triumph brought
This Cargazon of Spain with treasures fraught. “ The foolish sports I did on thee bestow, You have not basely gotten it by stealth. “ Make all my art and labour fruitless now; Nor by transiation borrow'd all its wealth; Where once such fairies dance, no grass doth But by a powerful spirit made it your own; ever grow.
Metal before, money by you 'tis grown.
"Tis current now, by your adorning it “ When my new mind had no infusion known, “ Thou gav'st so deep a tincture of thine own,
With the fair itamp of your victorious wit. “ That ever since I vainly try
But, though we praise this voyage of your mind,
And though ourselves enrich'd by it we find; “ To wash away th' inherent dye : “ Long work perhaps may spoil thy colours quite,
We're not contented yet, because we know « But never will reduce the native white :
What greater stores at home within it grow. “ To all the ports of honour and of gain,
We've seen how well you foreign ores refine ; “ Toften steer my course in vain;
Produce the gold of your own nobler mine :
The world fhail then our native plenty vicw, " Thy gale comes cross, and drives me back
And fetch materials for their wit from you; “ Thou flack’nest all my nerves of industry,
They all thall watch the travails of your pen, “ The tinkling strings of thy loose minttrelfy. And Spain on you fall make reprisáls then. " Whoever this world's hapşiness would sce,
" Must as entirely cast-off thee',
“ Do froni the world retire.
MRS. KATHARINE PHILIPS. “ Myself a demy-votary to make. “ Thus, with Sapphira and her husband's fate
Difcase! ah, could not it suffice
Against the gentle it and the fairelt sex, And perish for the part which I retain. Which still thy depredations most do vex? “ Teach me not then, O thou fallacious Muse!
Where still thy malice most of all “ The court, and better king, t'accufc :
(Thy malice or thy luft) does on the fairest fall? “ The heaven under which I live is fair,
And in them most afsault the fairest place, " The fertile foil will a full harvest bcar :
The throne of empress Beauty, ev’n the face? “ Thine, thine is all the barrenneis; if thou
There was enough of that here to assuage, “ Mak’ft me fit till and fing, when I should (One would have thought) either thy luft or rage. plough.
Wust not enough, when thou, prophane Disease' “ When I but think how many a tedious year
Didst on this glorious temple foize ? “ Our patient sovereign did attend
Was't not cnough, like a wild zealot, there, “ His long misfortunes' fatal end;
All the rich outward ornaments to tear, “ How cheerfully, and how exempt from sear,
Deface the innocent pride of beauteous images? “ On 'the Great Sovereign's will he did depend;
Was't not enough thus rudely to defile, " I ought to be accurat, if I refufe
But thou must quite destroy, the goodly pile? “ To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse!
And thy unbounded facrilege comniit Kings have long hands, they fay; and, though On th' inward holiest holy of her wit?
Cruel Disease! there thou mistook'st thy power; “ So distant, they may reach at length to me.
No mine of death can that devour; " However, of all princes, thou
On her embalmed name it will abide “ Should it not reproach rewards for being small
An everlasting pyramid,
2 “ or flow;
As high as heaven the top, as earth the basis “ Thou! who rewardest but with popular breath
All ages past record, all countries now
That ev’n judge Paris would not know
Though Goddesses t' his sentence did submit, ON COLONEL TUKE'S TRAGI-COMEDY, Women and lovers would appeal fronı it: THE ADVENTURES OF FIVE HOURS.
Nor durst he say, of all the female race,
This is the sovereign face.
Take in just wars a rich plate-fleet of Spain, That's much, ah, much less frequent than the The rude unshapen ingots they reduce
fair) Into a form of beauty and of use;
So equally renown'd for virtue are,
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