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Your never-failing sword made war to cease ;
heal us with the acts of peace : Our minds with bounty, and with awe, engage, Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
Less pleasure take brave minds in battels 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 strike with one hand, but you heal with both.
Lifting up all that proftrate lye, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.
When fate, or error, had our age mis-led,
And o'er this nation such confufion spread;
The only cure, which could from heav'n come down,
Was so much pow'r, and piety, in one.
One! whofe extraction from an antient line
Gives hope again that well-born men may fhine :
The meanest, in your nature mild and good ;
The Noble, rest secured in
Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to such things as these ;
How such a ruling spirit you could restrain,
And practise first over yourself to reign,
Your private life did a juft pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious fons fould live:
Born to command, your Princely virtues slept
Like humble DAVID's, while the flock he kept.
troubled country call'd you forti,
Your flaming courage, and your matchless worth,
Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a prosp'rous end.
Still as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
Chang'd like the world's great fcene! when, without
The rising fun night's vulgar lights destroys. [Noise,
Had you, fome ages past, this race of glory
Run, with amazement we should read your story :
But living virtue, all atchievements past,
Meets envy ftill, to grapple with at laft.
This Cæsar found: and that ungrateful age,
With lofing him, went back to blood and rage :
Mistaken BRUTU s thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
That sun once fet, a thousand meaner stars
Gave a dim light to violence, and wars :
To such a tempeft, as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.
JF Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Which of the conquer'd world had made them Lord; What hope had ours, while yet their pow'r was new, To rule victorious armies, but by you?
You! that had taught them to subdue their foes,
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose :
To ev'ry duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.
So, when a lion shakes 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 repose, at laft
It felf into AUGUSTU s' arms did cast:
So ENGLAND now does, with like toil opprest,
upon your bosom reft.
Then let the Muses, with such Notes as these,
Instruct us what belongs unto our peace!
Your battles they hereafter shall indite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight:
Tell of towns storm'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 seas lay hid in smoke.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
And ev'ry conqueror creates a Muse :
Here, in low strains your milder deeds we fings
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 sea beside:
While all your Neighbour-Princes unto you,
Like JOSEPH's fheaves, pay reverence, and bow.
Of a WAR with SPAIN, and FIGHT
OW, for some ages, had the pride of SPAIN
Made the fun shine on half the world in vain ;
While she bid war to all, that durft supply
The place of those her cruelty made dye.
Of nature's bounty men forbore to taste;
And the best portion of the earth lay waste.
From the new world, her filver, and her gold
Came, like a tempeft, to confound the old.
Feeding with these the brib'd Electors' hopes,
Alone she gives us Emperors, and Popes:
With these accomplishing her vaft designs,
EUROPE was shaken with her INDIAN mines.
When Britain, looking with a just disdain
Upon this gilded majesty of SPAIN;
And knowing well, that empire must decline,
Whose chief support, and finews are of coin ;
Our nation's folid virtue did oppose,
To the rich troublers of the world's repose.
And now fome months, incamping on the Main,
Our naval army had besieged SPAIN:
They that the whole world's monarchy design d,
Are to their ports by our bold Fleet confin'd;
From whence, our red Cross they triumphant fee,
Riding without a rival on the sea.
may use the ocean as their road,
Only the ENGLISH make it their abode:
Whose ready fails with ev'ry wind can fly,
And make a cov’nant with th' unconstant sky:
Our oaks secure, as if they there took root;,
We tread on billows with a steady foot.
Mean. while, the SPAN IARDS in AM E RICA
Near to the Line the sun approaching faw;
And hop'd their EUROPEAN coafts to find
Clear'd from our ships, by the autumnal wind :
Their huge capacious galleons, stuff 'd with plate,
The lab'ring winds drive flowly tow'rds their fate.
Before St. LU CAR they their guns discharge,
To tell their joy, or to invite a barge:
This heard some ships of ours (tho' out of view)
And, swift as eagles, to the quarry
So heedless lambs, which for their mothers bleat,
Wake hungry lions, and become their meat.
Arriv'd, they foon begin that tragic play, And with their smoky cannons banish day : Night, horror, slaughter, with confusion meets, And in their fable arms embrace the Fleets. Thro' yielding planks the angry bullets fly, And, of one wound, hundreds together die: Born under diff'rent stars, one fate they have; The ship their coffin, and the sea their grave!
Bold were the men which on the ocean first Spread their new fails, when ship-wreck 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' antartic Pole, Their treasure safe, and all their vessels whoie,