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Yet for his pains he soon did bim remove,
His passage after her withstood. From all th' oppression and the woe
What should she do ? through all the moving wood Of his frail body's native soil below,
Of lives endow'd with sense she took her flight: To his soul's true and peaceful country above : Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in sight, So godlike kings, for secret causes, known
But as the deer, long-hunted, takes a food, Sometimes, but to themselves alone,
She leap'd at last into the winding streams of One of their ablest ministers elect,
blood; And sent abroad to treaties, which they' intend | Of man's meander all the purple reaches made, Shall never take effect;
Till at the heart she stay'd; But, though the treaty wants a happy end,
Where turning head, and at a bay, The happy agent wants not the reward,
Thus by well-purged ears was she o'erhcard to For which he labour'd faithfully and hard;
say; His just and righteous master calls him home And gives him, near himself, some honourable room.
| “Here sure shall I be safe” (said she)
“ None will be able sure to see Noble and great endeavours did he bring
This my retreat, but only he To save his country, and restore his king;
Who made both it and me.
The heart of man what art can e'er reveal?
Divides the very parts within,
And doth theheart of man er'n from itself conceal.” Did all his labours and his cares divide ;
She spoke: but, ere she was aware, Nor was a lame nor paralytic side :
Harvey was with her there ; In all the turns of human state,
And held this slippery Proteus in a chain, And all th' unjust attacks of Fate,
Till all her mighty mysteries he descry'd; She bore her share and portion still,
Which from his wit th' attempt before to hide And would not suffer any to be ill.
Was the first thing that Nature did in vain.
He the young practice of new life did sce, Whom in the storms of bad success,
Whilst, to conceal its toilsome poverty, And all that errour calls unhappiness,
It for a living wrought, both hard and privately. His virtue and his virtuous wife did still accompany;
Before the liver understood
The noble scarlet dye of blood; With these companions 'twas not strange
Before one drop was by it made, , That nothing could his temper change.
Or brought into it, to set up the trade; His own and country's union had not weight
Before the untaught heart began to beat Enough to crush his mighty mind:
The tuneful march to vital heat; He saw around the hurricanes of state,
From all the souls that living buildings rear, Fixt as an island 'gainst the waves and wind.
Whether employ'd for earth, or sea, or air; Thus far the greedy sea may reach;
Whether it in womb or egg be wrought; All outward things are but the beach;
A strict account to him is hourly brought A great man's soul it doth assault in vain !
How the great fabric does proceed, Their God himself the ocean doth restrain
What time, and what materials, it does noed; With an imperceptible chain,
He so exactly does the work survey, And bid it to go back again.
As if he hir'd the workers by the day. His wisdom, justice, and his piety,
Thus Harvey sought for truth in Truth's own book. His courage both to suffer and to die,
The creatures which by God himself was writ: His virtues, and his lady too,
And wisely thought 'twas fit, Were things celestial. And we see,
Not to read comments only upon it, In spite of quarrelling Philosophy,
But on th' original itself to look. How in this case 'tis certain found,
Methinks in Art's great circle others stand
Lock'd-up together, hand in hand;
The same bare path they tread,
And dance, like fairies, a fantastic round,
But neither change their motion nor their ground: UPON DR. HARVEY.
Had Harvey to this road confin'd his wit, Cor Nature (which remain’d, though aged grown,
His noble circle of the blood had been untrodden A beauteous virgin still, enjoy'd by none,
Great Doctor! th' art of curing's cur'd by thee; Nor seen unveil'd by any one)
We now thy patient, Physic, see When Harvey's violent passion she did see,
From all inveterate diseases free, Began to tremble and to flee;
Purg'd of old errours by thy care,
New dieted, put forth to clearer air;
It now will strong and healthful prove; But Harrey, our Apollo, stopp'd not so;
Itself before lethargic lay, and could not move! Into the bark and root he after her did go ? These useful secrets to his pen we owe! No smallest fibres of a plant.
And thousands more 'twas ready to bestow; For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness of which a barbarous war's unlearned rage pant,
Has rolb'd the ruin'd age:
O cruel loss! as if the golden fleece,
With so much cost and labour bought, · And from afar by a great hero brought,
Had sunk ev'n in the ports of Greece. O cursed War! who can forgive thee this?
Houses and towns may rise again ;
And ten times easier 'tis
Nay, scarce himself too, now;
| And to faithful Acme's mind
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S RESTORATION AND RETURN.
, ODE, FROM CATULLUS.
ACME AND SEPTIMIUS.
Whilst on Septimius' panting breast
My dearest Acme, if I be
-Quod optanti divům promittere nemo
Nor, whilst around the continent
Did your pacific lights disdain
In their large treaty to contain
Such vigorous assistance give,
Of the proud Sun's meridian light,
No less effects than these we inay
Auspicious star! again arise,
Again all heaven prodigiously adorn;
By which thou certain were to bless
Thou mad'st of that fair month thy choice,
In which heaven, air, and sea, and earth, And all that's in them, all, does smile and does re
joice. 'Twas a right season; and the very ground Ought with a face of Paradise to be found,
Then, when we were to entertain Felicity and Innocence again. Shall we again (good Heaven!) that blessed pair be
By seeking all like gods to be?
Upon a shore with shipwrecks fillid,
3 The star that appeared at noon, the day of the king's birth, just as the king his father was riding to St. Paul's to give thanks to God for that blessing.
Ah! mild and gall-less dove,
1 We fear'd, that the fanatic war, Which dost the pure and candid dwellings love, which men against God's houses did deelare, Canst thou in Albion still delight?
Would from the Almighty enemy bring down Still canst thou think it white?
A sure destruction on our own. Willerer fair Religion appear
We read th’instructive histories which tell
Of all those endless mischiefs that befel
After that fatal curse had once been said,
head.” And Bradshaw's bloody ghost, affright her there, We know, though there a greater blood was spilt, Her, who shall never fear?
'Twas scarcely done with greater guilt. Then may Whitehall for Charles's seat be fit, We know those miseries did befal If Justice shall endure at Westminster to sit. Whilst they rebell'd against that prince, whom all Of all, methinks, we least should see
The rest of mankind did the love and joy of manThe chearful looks again of Liberty.
kind call. That name of Cromwell, which does freshly still Already was the shaken nation The curses of so many sufferers fill,
Into a wild and deform'd chaos bronght, Is still enough to make her stay,
And it was hasting on (we thought) And jealous for a while remain,
Even to the last of ills--annihilation: Lest, as a tempest carried him away,
When, in the midst of this confused night, Some hurricane should bring him back again Lo! the blest Spirit mov'd, "and there was light;". Or, she might justlier be afraid
For, in the glorious general's previous ray, Lest that great serpent, which was all a tail,
We saw a new created day: (And in his poisonous folds whole nations pri- We by it saw, though yet in mists it shone, soners made)
The beauteous work of Order moving on. Should a third time perhaps prevail
Where are the men who bragg'd that God did bless, To join again, and with worse sting arise,
And with the marks of good success As it had done when cut in pieces twice.
Sign his allowance of their wickedness? Return, return, ye sacred Four !
Vain men! who thought the Divine Power to find And dread your perish'd enemies no more, In the fierce thunder and the violent wind : Your fears are causeless all, and vain,
God came not till the storm was past; . * Whilst you return in Charles's train;
In the still voice of Peace he came at last!
May by the claws of the great fiend be done;
Here, here we see th’ Almighty's hand indeed, Along with you plenty and riches go,
Both by the beanty of the work we see't, and by With a full tide to every port they fow,
the speed. With a warm fruitful wind o'er all the country He who had seen the noble British heir, blow.
Eveu in that ill disadvantageouis light Honour does, as ye march, her trumpet sound,
With which misfortune strives t'abuse our sight The Arts encompass you around,
He who had seen him in his cloud so bright And, against all alarms of Fear,
He who had seen the double pair Safety itself brings up the rear.
of brothers, heavenly good! and sisters, heaAnd, in the head of this angelic band,
venly fair! Lo! how the goodly prince at last does stand Might have perceiv'd, methinks, with ease, (O righteous God!) on his own happy land :
(But wicked men see only what they please) 'Tis happy now, which could with so much ease That God had no intent t'extinguish quite Recover from so desperate a disease;
The pious king's eclipsed right.”
He who had seen how by the Power Divine
How through a rough Red-sea they had beenled.' 'Tis happy, which no bleeding does endure,
By wonders guarded, and by wonders fed A surfeit of such blood to cure:
How many years of trouble and distress 'Tis happy, which beholds the flame
They 'ad wander'd in their fatal wilderness, In which by hostile hands it ought to burn,
And yet did never murmur or repine;-Or that wbich, if from Heaven it came,
Might, methinks, plainly understand,
That, after all these conquer'd trials past,
Conduct them, with a stong unerring hand,
To their own promis'd land: Of famine, sword, and plague, should here esta For all the glories of the Earth blish'd see,
Ought to bentail'd by right of birth; (God's great triumvirate of desolation!)
And all Heaven's blessings to come down .. To scourge and to destroy the sinful nation. Upon his race, to whom alone was given Justly might Heaven Protectors such as those, The double royalty of Earth and Heaven; And such committees, for their safety, impose Who crown'd the kingly with the martyr's l'pon a land which scarcely better chose.
The martyrs' blood was said, of old, to be
Besides, ev'n in this world below, The seed from whence the church did To those who never did ill-fortune know, grow.
The good does nauseous or insipid grow. The royal blood which dying Charles did sow Consider man's whole life, and you'll confess Becomes no less the seed of royalty :
The sharp ingredient of some bad success 'Twas in dishonour sown;
Is that which gives the taste to all his happiness. We find it now in glory grown,
But the true method of felicity The grave could but the dross of it devour ;
Is, when the worst “ 'Twas sown in weakness, and 'tis rais'd in / Of human life is plac'd the first, power."
And when the child's correction proves to be We now the question well decided see,
'The cause of perfecting the man: Which eastern wits did once contest,
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 vic. Two things which we have known indeed
see When they their sacred force unite,
Begin their glorious march with thee:
Long may their march to Heaven, and still No frantic commonwealths or tyrannies;
triumphant be! No cheats, and perjuries, and lies;
Now thou art gotten once before, No nets of human policies;
Il-fortune never shall o'er-take thee more. No stores of arms or gold (though you could join To see 't again, and pleasure in it find, Those of Peru to the great London mine);
Cast a disdainful look behind; No towns; no fleets by sea, or troops by land ; Things which offend when present, and affright, No deeply-entrench'd islands, can withstand, I In memory well-painted move delight. Or any small resistance bring,
Enjoy then all thy amictions now Against the naked Truth and the unarmed king. Thy royal father's came at last; The foolish lights which travellers beguile
Thy martyrdom's already past:
And different crowns to both ye ywe. End the same night when they begin ;
No gold did e'er the kingly temples bind, As e'er to put out stars, or long keep meteors
Than thine more try'd and more refin'd,
As a choice medal for Hearen's treasury, in. Where's now that ignus fatuus, which ere-while
God did stamp first upon one side of thee
The image of his suffering humanity:
On th' other side, turn’d now to sight, does shine Where's now that falling-star, his son?
The glorious image of his power divine ! Where's the large comet now, whose raging So, when the wisest poets seek flaine
In all their liveliest colours to set forth
A picture of heroic worth,
They chuse some comely prince of heavenly The fiery tail did to vast length extend;
birth, And twice for want of fuel did expire,
(No proud gigantic son of Earth, And twice renew'd the dismal fire: Who strives t'usurp the gods' forbidden seat) Though long the tail, we saw at last its end. They feed him not with nectar, and the meat The flames of one triumphant day.
That cannot without joy be ate; Which, like an anti-comet here,
But, in the cold of want, and storms of adverse Did fatally to that appear,
chance, For ever frighted it away:
They harden his young virtue by degrees : Then did th'allotted hour of dawning right The beauteous drop first into ice does freeze, First strike our ravish'd sight;
And into solid crystal next advance. Which Malice or which Art no more could stay, His murder'd friends and kindred he does see, Than witches' charms can a retardment bring And from his flaming country fee: To the resuscitation of the Day,
Much is he tost at sea, and much at land; Or resurrection of the Spring.
Does long the force of angry gods withstand: We welcome both, and with improv'd delight He does long troubles and long wars sustain, Bless the preceding Winter, and the Night!
Ere he his fatal birth-right gain. Man ought his future happiness to fear,
With no less time or labour can
Destiny build up such a man,
Who's with sufficient virtue till'd
His ruin'd country to rebuild.
Nor without cause are arms from Heaven, The duty of a sacrifice,
To such a hero by the poets given He is, we doubt, reserv'd entire
No human metal is of force t'oppose As a whole victim for the fire,
So mary and so viulent blows.
Such was the helmet, breast-plate, shield | The starry worlds, which shine to us, afar,
Which Charles in all attacks did wield: Take ours at this time for a star. And all the weapons Malice e'er could try, With wine all rooms, with wine the cunduits, flow; Of all the several makes of wicked Policy, And we, the priests of a poetic rage, Against th s armour struck, but at the stroke, Wonder that in this golden age Like swords of ice, in thousand pieces broke. The rivers too should not do so. To angels and their brethren spirits above, There is no Stoic, sure, who would not now No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove,
Ev'n some excess allow; As when they great misfortunes see
And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly With courage borne, and decency.
Should end our twenty years of dismal melanSo were they borne when Worcester's dismal day
choly, Did all the terr Jurs of black Fate display !
Where's now the royal mother, where,
To take her mighty share
In this so ravishing sight,
And, with the part she takes, to add to the de To guard him in his noble flight (A troop of angels did him then attend !)
Ah! why art thou not here,
Thou always best, and now the happiest queen!
To see our joy, and with new joy be seen;
God has a bright example made of thee,
To show that woman-kind may be
Above that sex which her superior seems, eye.
In wisely managing the wide extremes
Of great affliction, great Felicity.
How well those different virtues thce become, From their affronts and sufferings draw, Daughter of triumphs, wife of martyrdom! And look like heavenly saints e'en in their pur- Thy princely mind with so much courage bore gatory;
Affliction, that it dares return no more; Methonght I saw the three Judean youths With so much goodness us'd felicity, (Three unhurt martyrs for the noblest truths !) That it cannot refrain from coming back to thee; In the Chaldean furnace walk;
'Tis come, and seen to-day in all its bravery ! How cheerfully and unconcern'd they talk! No hair is sing'd, no smallest beauty blasted!
Who's that heroic person leads it on,
And gives it, like a glorious bride,
(Richly adorn'd with nuptial pride)
Into the hands now of thy son? With the blest oil of an anointed head.
'Tis the good general, the man of praise. The honourable flame
Whom God at last, in gracious pity, (Which rather light we ought to name)
Did to th' enthralled nation raise,
Their great Zerubbabel to be ;
To loose the bonds of long captivity,
And to rebuild their temple and their city ! Walk with the royal three
For ever blest may he and his remain, In the same ordeal fire,
Who, with a vast, though less appearing, gain, And mutual joys inspire ?
Preferr'd the solid great above the vain, Sure they the beauteous sisters are,
And to the world this princely truth has shown Who, whilst they seek to bear their share,
| That more 'tis to restore, than to usurp a crown! Will suffer no afriction to be there.
Thou worthiest person of the British story! Less farour to those three of old was shown:
(Though 'tis not small the British glory) To solace with their company
Did I not know my humble verse must be The fiery trials of adversity !
But ill-proportion'd to the height of thee, Two angels join with these, the other had but
Thou and the world should see one.
How much my Muse, the foe of fattery, Come forth, come forth, ye men of God belov'd!
Does make true praise her labour and design; And let the power now of that flame,
An Iliad or an Æneid should be thine. Which against you so impotent became,
And ill should we deserve this happy day, On all your enemies be prov'd.
If no acknowledgments we pay Come, mighty Charles ! desire of nations ! come; To you, great patriots of the two Come, you triumph exile, bome.
Most truly other houses now, He's come, he's safe at shore ; I hear the noise Who have redeem'd from hatred and from shame Of a whole land which does at once rejoice, A parliament's once venerable name; I bear th united people's sacred voice.
And now the title of a house restore, The sea which circles us around,
To that which was but slaughter house before, Ne'er sent to land so loud a sound;
If my advice, ye worthies ! might be ta’en, The mighty shout sends to the sea a gale,
Within those reverend places, And swells up every sail :
Which now your living presence graces, The bells and guns are scarcely heard at all; Your marble statnes always should remain, The artificial joy's drown'd by the natural. | To keep alive your useful memory, All England but one bonfire seems to be,
And to your successors th' example be One Etna shooting flames into the sea : I of truth, religion, reason, loyalty :