Alive, the hand of crooked Age had mar'd
Thofe lovely features, which cold Death has fpar'd.
No wonder then he sped in love so well,
When his high paffion he had breath to tell;
When that accomplish'd foul, in this fair frame,
No bufinefs had, but to perfuade that dame ;
Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth fo high,
That, but to heav'n, he could no higher fly.
On a Brede of divers Colors, woven by Four Ladies.
WICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twine
As nature them, fo they this fhade have wrought;
Soft as their hands, and various as their thought.
Not JUNO's bird, when, his fair train dis-spread,
He woos the female to his painted bed;
No, not the bow, which so adorns the skies,
So glorious is, or boafts fo many dies.
A PANEGYRIC to my LORD PROTECTOR, of the prefent Greatness, and joint Intereft, of his HIGHNESS, and this Nation.
HILE with a ftrong, and yet a gentle, hand, You bridle faction, and our hearts command; Protect us from our felves, and from the foe, Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
Let partial spirits ftill 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 rest,
Storms of ambition toffing us represt.
Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Reftor'd by you, is made a glorious state;
The feat of empire, where the IRISH Come,
And the unwilling Scors, to fetch their doom.
The fea's our own: and now, all nations greet,
With bending fails, each veffel of our Fleet:
Your pow'r extends as far as winds can blow,
Or fwelling fails upon the globe may go.
Heav'n, (that hath plac'd this Ifland to give law,
To balance EUROPE, and her states to awe,)
In this conjunction doth on BRITAIN fmile;
The greatest Leader, and the greatest Isle !
Whether this portion of the world were rent,
By the rude ocean, from the continent;
Or thus created; it was fure defign'd
To be the facred refuge of mankind.
Hither th' oppreffed fhall henceforth resort,
Justice to crave, and fuccour at your Court;
And then your HIGHNESS, not for ours alone,
But for the world's PROTECTOR fhall be known.
FAME, fwifter than your winged navy, flies
Thro' ev'ry land that near the ocean lies;
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news
To all that piracy, and rapine, ufe.
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 fea, and You?
Lords of the world's great wafte, the ocean, we
Whole forefts fend to reign upon the fea;
And ev'ry 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, amidst the boundlefs 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 heav'n, denies,
Our ever-conftant friend, the fea, fupplies.
The taste of hot ARABIA's fpice we know,
Free from the fcorching fun that makes it grow:
Without the worm, in PERSIAN filks we fhine;
And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine.
To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs;
Gold, tho' the heaviest metal, hither fwims:
Ours is the harveft where the INDIANS mow,
We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow.
Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds;
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds:
ROME, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown,
Could never make this Island all her own.
Here the third EDWARD, and the BLACK PRINCE too,
FRANCE-Conqu❜ring HENRY flourish'd; and now You:
For whom we stay'd, as did the GRECIAN ftate,
Till ALEXANDER came to urge their fate.
When for more worlds the MACEDONIAN cry'd,
He wist 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 battel lead,
Against th' unwarlike PERSIAN, and the MEDE;
Whofe hafty flight did, from a bloodless field,
More spoils, 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 shall 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 must 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 Ro M E.
Like favor find the IRISH, with like fate,
Advanc'd to be a portion of our ftate:
While by your valor, and your bounteous mind,
Nations, divided by the fea, are join'd.
HOLLAND, to gain your 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 foe.
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.
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