No die! and let this fword thy fury tame; Nought but thy blood can quench this guilty flame.

Ah fifter! vanquifh'd with my paffion, thou Betray'd me firft, difpenfing with my vow. Had I been conftant to Sichæus ftill,

And fingle liv'd, I had not known this ill!
Such thoughts torment the Queen's enraged
breast,

While the Dardanian does fecurely rest
In his tall fhip for fudden flight prepar'd;
To whom once more the fon of Jove appear'd;
Thus feems to speak the youthful Deity,
Voice, hair, and colour, all like Mercury.

Fair Venus' feed! canst thou indulge thy
fleep,

Nor better guard in fuch great danger keep?
Mad, by neglect to lose fo fair a wind!
If here thy fhips the purple morning find,
Thou shalt behold this hoftile harbour fhine
With a new fleet, and fires, to ruin thine,
She meditates revenge, refolv'd to die;
Weigh anchor quickly, and her fury fly.

This faid, the God in fhades of night retir'd.
Amaz'd Æneas, with the warning fir'd,
Shakes off dull fleep, and roufing up his men,
Behold! the Gods command our flight again.
Fall to your oars, and all your canvas fpread :
What God foe'er that thus vouchfafes to lead,
We follow gladly, and thy will obey,
Aflift us ftill, fmoothing our happy way,
And make the reft propitious!With that word,
He cuts the cable with his fhining fword :
Through all the navy doth like ardor reign,
They quit the fhore, and rush into the main:
Plac'd on their banks, the lufty Trojans fweep
Neptune's fimooth face, and cleave the yielding
deep.

Look gay and fresh, as on the stalks they grew;
Torn from the root that nourish'd them a while
(Not taking notice of their fate) they smile;
And, in the hand which rudely pluck'd them,
fhow

Fairer than thofe that to their autumn grow:
So love and beauty ftill that vifage grace:
Death cannot fright them from their wonted place.
Alive, the hand of crooked Age had marr'd
Thofe lovely features, which cold Death has
fpar'd,

No wonder then he fped in love fo well, When his high paffion he had breath to tell; When that accomplish'd foul, in this fair frame, No bufine's had, but to perfuade that dame; Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth fo high, That, but to heaven, he could no higher fly.

WH

NATION.

HILE with a ftrong, and yet a gente,
hand,

You bridle faction, and our hearts command;
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too:

Let partial fpirits still aloud complain :
Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign:
And own no liberty, but where they may
Without controul upon their fellows prey.

Above the waves as Neptune fhew'd his face
To chide the winds, and fave the Trojan race
So has your Highness, rais'd above the reft,
Storms of ambition, toffing us, repreft.

Your drooping country, torn with ciyil hate,
Reftor'd by you, is made a glorious state;
The feat of empire, when the Irish come,
And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom.

The fea's our own: and now, all nation's gree,
With bending fails, each veffel of our fleet:
Your power extends as far as winds can blow,
Or fwelling fails upon the globe may go.
Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law,
To balance Europe, and her ftates to awe)
In this conjunction doth on Britain smile;
The greatest Leader, and the greatest life'
Whether this portion of the world were rest,
By the rude ocean, from the continent;
Or thus created; it was fure defign'd
To be the facred refuge of mankind.
Hither th' oppressed fhall henceforth refort,
Juftice to crave, and fuccour, at your Court;
And then your Highnefs, not for ours alone,
But for the world's Protector fhall be known.
Fame, swifter than your wing'd navy, flies
Through every land that near the ocean lies;
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful new
To all that piracy and rapine use.

With fuch a Chief the meaneft nation bleft,
Might hope to lift her head above the rest:
What may be thought impoffible to do
By us, embraced by the Sea and You?

Lords of the world's great wafte, the ocean, we
Whole forefts fend to reign upon the fea :
And every coaft may trouble or relieve:
But none can visit us without your leave.

Angels, and we, have this prerogative,
That none can at our happy feats arrive:
While we defcend at pleasure, to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that, amidft the boundless ocean fet,
Of her own growth hath all that nature craves;
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.
As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
But to the Nile owes more than to the sky;
So, what our earth, and what our heaven, denies,
Our ever-conftant friend, the fea, supplies.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the fcorching fun that makes it grow:
Without the worm, in Perfian filks we shine;
And, without planting, drink of every vine.
To dig for wealth, to weary out our limbs;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims:
Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow,
We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow.
Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds;
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds:
Rome, though her eagle through the world had
flown,

Could never make this ifland all her own.

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, France-conquering Henry flourish'd; and now

You:

For whom he ftay'd, as did the Grecian state,
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.
When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd,
He wift not Thetis in her lap did hide
Another yet a world referv'd for you,
To make more great than that he did fubdue.
He fafely might old troops to battle lead,
Against th' unwarlike Perfian and the Mede;
Whofe hafty flight did, from a bloodless field,
More fpoils than honour to the victor yield.
A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold,
The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold,
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
Been from all ages kept for you to tame.
Whom the old Roman wall fo ill confin'd,
With a new chain of garrisons you bind :
Here foreign gold no more fhall make them come;
Our English iron holds them fast at home.
They, that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer region than their hills of fnow,
May blame the fun; but muft extol your grace,
Which in our fenate hath allow'd them place.

Prefer'd by conqueft, happily o'erthrown,
Falling they rife, to be with us made one:
So kind Dictators made, when they came home,
Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.

Like favour find the Irifh, with like fate,
Advanc'd to be a portion of our state:
While by your valour, and your bounteous mind,
Nations divided by the fea are join’d.

Holland, to gain our friendship is content
To be our out-guard on the Continent:
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foc.

In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing posts, the terror and the news;
Our Neighbour-Princes trembled at their roar:
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.
Your never-failing fword made war to cease;
And now you heal us with the acts of peace :
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and reftrain our rage.

Let 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 pardon, willing; and to punish, loth;
You ftrike with one hand, but you heal with both.
Lifting up all that proftrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.

When fate or error had our age mifled,
And o'er this nation fuch confufion spread;
The only cure, which could from heaven come
down,

Was fo much power and picty in one!

One! whofe extraction from an ancient line
Gives hope again that well-born men may shine;
The meaneft, in your nature mild and good;
The noble, reft fecured in your blood.

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to fuch things as thefe;
How fuch a ruling fpirit you could reftrain,
And practise first over yourself to reign.
Your private life did a just pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious fons, fhould live;
Born to command, your princely virtues flept,
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
But when your troubled country call'd you forth,
Your flaming courage and your matchless worth,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a profperous end.
Still, as you rife, the ftate, exalted too,
Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
Chang'd like the world's great fcene! when,
without noise,

The rifing fun night's vulgar light deftroys.

Had you, fome ages paft, this race of glory
Run, with amazement we fhould read your ftory:
But living virtue, all atchievements paft,
Meets envy ftill, to grapple with at last.

This Caefar found: and that ungrateful age,
With lofing him, went back to blood and rage:
Miftaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union with that stroke.

That fun once fet, a thousand meaner stars
Gave a dim light to violence and wars:
To fuch a tempeft as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.

If Rome's great fenate could not wield that fword,
Which of the conquer'd world had made them
Lord,

What hope had ours, while yet their power was

new,

To rule victorious armies, but by you?

You! that had taught them to fubdue their focs,
Could order teach, and their high spirits compofe :
To every duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.
So, when a lion fhakes 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.

As the vex'd world, to find repofe, at last
Itself into Auguftus' arms did caft:
So England now does, with like toil oppreft,
Her weary head upon your bosom reit.

Then let the Mufes, with fuch notes as these,
Inftruct us what belongs unto our peace!
Your battles they hereafter fhall indite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight;

Tell of towns ftorm'd, of armies over-run,
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won;
How, while you thunder'd, clouds of duft did
choak

Contending troops, and feas lay hid in smoke.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infufe,
And every conqueror creates a Mufe:

Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we fing;
But there, my Lord! we'll bays and olive bring
To crown your head: while you in triumph ride
O'er vanquish'd nations, and the fea befide:
While all your Neighbour-Princes unto you,
Like Jofeph's fheaves, pay reverence, and bow.

With thefe accomplishing her vaft defigns,
Europe was fhaken with her Indian mines

When Britain, looking with a just disdair,
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain;
And knowing well that empire muft decline,
Whose chief fupport and finews are of coin;
Her native force and virtue did oppofc,
To the rich troublers of the world's repole.

And now fome months, incamping on the Main, Our naval army had befieged Spain: They that the whole world's monarchy defign'd. Are to their ports by our bold fleet confin'd; From whence our Red Cross they triumphant fct, Riding without a rival on the sea.

Others may use the ocean as their road, Only the English make it their abode : Whofe ready fails with every wind can fy, And make a covenant with th' inconftant ky: Our oaks fecure as if they there took rost, We tread on billows with a steady oot.

Mean-while, the Spaniards in America Near to the Line the fun approaching faw; And hop'd their European coaft to find Clear'd from our fhips by the autumnal wind: Their huge capacious galleons stuff'd with plate, The labouring winds drive flowly toʻards their fate.

Before St. Lugar they their guns discharge,
To tell their joy, or to call forth a barge:
This heard fome fhips of ours (though out of view)
And, fwift as eagles, to the quarry flew:
So heedlefs lambs, which for their mothers bler,
Wake hungry lions, and become their meat.

Arriv'd, they foon begin their tragic play, And with their fmoaky cannon banish day: Night, horror, flaughter, with confufion meets, And in their fable arms embrace the fleets. Through yielding planks the angry bullets fly, And, of one wound, hundreds together die: Born under different ftars, one fate they have; The fhip their coffin, and the fea their grave!

Bold were the men which on the ocean firft Spread their new fails, when fhipwreck was the worst:

More danger now from man alone we find,
Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind.
They that had fail'd from near th' antarctic Pale,
Their treasure safe, and all their veffels whole,
In fight of their dear country ruin'd be,
Without the guilt of either rock or fea!
What they would fpare, our fiercer art destroys,
Surpaffing forms in terror and in noise.
Once Jove from Ida did both hofts survey,
And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray;
Here, Heaven in vain that kind retreat should

found:

The louder cannon had the thunder drown'd. Some we made prize: while others, burnt and

rent,

With their rich lading to the bottom went:
Down finks at once, fo Fortune with us íports')
The pay of armies, and the pride of courts.
Vain man! whofe rage buries as low that store,
As varice had digg'd for it before:
What earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep,
From greedy hands, lies fafer in the deep:

Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide
Thofe feeds of luxury, debate, and pride.

And now, into her lap the richest prize
Fell, with the nobleft of our enemics:
The Marquis (glad to see the fire destroy
Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy)
Out from his flaming fhip his children fent,
To perish in a milder element:

Then laid him by his burning Lady's fide;
And, fince he could not fave her, with her dy'd.
Spices and gums about them melting fry:
And, phoenix-like, in that rich neft they die:
Alive, in flames of equal love they burn'd;
And now, together are to afhes turn'd:
Afhes! more worth than all their funeral coft;
Than the huge treasure which was with them loft.
+Thefe dying lovers, and their floating fons,
Sufpend the fight, and filence all our guns:
Beauty and youth, about to perifh, finds
Such noble pity in brave English minds;
That the rich fpoil forgot, their valour's prize)
All labour now to fave their enemies.
How frail our paffions! how foon changed are
Our wrath and fury to a friendly care!
They that but now for honour and for plate
Made the fea blush with blood, refign their hate;
And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve,
With greater hazard than they fought, they dive.
With these returns victorious Montagu,
With laurels in his hand, and half Peru!
Let the brave Generals divide that bough,
Our great Protector hath fuch wreaths enough:
His conquering head has no more room for bays,
Then let it be, as the glad nation prays:
Let the rich ore forthwith be melted down,
And the ftate fix'd by making him a crown;
With ermine clad and purple, let him hold
A royal fceptre, made of Spanish gold,

UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR.

WE must refign! Heaven his great foul doth

claim

In ftorms, as loud as his immortal fame : His dying groans, his last breath shakes our ifle; And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile : About his palace their broad roots are toft Into the air. So Romulus was loft! New Rome in fuch a tempeft mifs'd her King: And, from obeying, fell to worshipping. On Octa's top thus Hercules lay dead, With ruin'd oaks and pines about him spread. The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear On his victorious head, lay proftrate there. Those his last fury from the mountain rent: Our dying Hero from the continent Ravish'd whole towns; and forts from Spaniards

reft,

As his laft legacy to Britain left.

The ocean, which fo long our hopes confin'd, Could give no limits to his vafter mind; * Of Bajadoz.

All from this line was added after 1661.

Our bounds' enlargement was his latest toil;
Nor hath he left us prifoners to our ifle:
Under the tropic is our language spoke :
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
From civil broils he did us difengage;
Found nobler objects for our martial rage:
And, with wife conduct, to his country show'd,
The ancient way of conquering abroad.

Ungrateful then, if we no tears allow
To him, that gave us peace and empire too.
Princes that fear'd him, grieve; concern'd to fee
No pitch of glory from the grave is free.
Nature herself took notice of his death,
And, fighing, swell'd the sea with such a breath,
That, to remoteft fhores her billows roll'd,
Th' approaching fate of their great ruler told.

TO THE KING,

UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.

TH

HE rifing fun complies with our weak fight,
Firft gilds the clouds, then fhews his globe
of light

At fuch a distance from our eyes, as though
He knew what harm his hafty beams would do.
But your full majefty at once breaks forth
In the meridian of your reign. Your worth,
Your youth, and all the splendor of your state,
(Wrap'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse Fate !)
With fuch a flood of light invade our eyes,
And our spread hearts with so great joy furprize;
That, if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, Sir! too haftily forgive.
Our guilt preferves us from th' excefs of joy,
Which featters fpirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land,
Like fainting Efther, does before you ftand,
Watching your feeptre : the revolted fea
Trembles, to think fhe did your foes obey.
Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late,
In a wild rage, became the fcorn and hate
Of her proud neighbours, who began to think
She with the weight of her own force would fink.
But you are come, and all their hopes are vain;
This Giant Ifle has got her eye again.
Now, the might fpare the ocean; and oppose
Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes.
Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
Dangers abroad; and now, your thunder fhall.
Princes that faw you different paffions prove;
For now they dread the object of their love;
Nor without envy can behold his height,
Whofe converfation was their late delight.
So Semele, contented with the rape
Of Jove, difguifed in a mortal shape,
When the beheld his hands with lightning fill'd,
And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd

And though it be our forrow and our crime,
To have accepted life fo long a time
Without you here; yet does this abfence gain
No fmall advantage to your prefent reign:
For, having view'd the perfons and the things,
The councils, state, and strength, of Europe's kings,