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Shock'd by a covenanting league's vast powers,
As holy and as catholic as our's:

'Till fortune's fruitless spite had made it known,
Her blows not fhook but riveted his throne.

Some lazy ages, loft in fleep and eafe,
No action leave to bufy chronicles :
Such, whofe fupine felicity but makes
In story chasms, in epocha mistakes;

O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down,
'Till with his filent fickle they are mown..
Such is not Charles's too too active age,
Which, govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage
Of some black star infecting all the skies,
Made him at his own coft like Adam wife.
Tremble ye nations, which fecure before,

Laugh'd at those arms that 'gainst ourselves we bore;
Rouz'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail,

Our lion now will foreign foes affail.

With alga who the facred altar ftrews?

To all the fea gods Charles an offering owes :
A bull to thee, Portunus, fhall be flain,
A lamb to you, ye tempefts of the main :
For thofe loud ftorms that did against him roar,
Have caft his fhipwreck'd veffel on the fhore.
Yet as wife artists mix their colours fo,
That by degrees they from each other go;
Black steals unheeded from the neighbouring white,
Without offending the well-cozen'd fight:

So on us stole our bleffed change; while we
Th' effect did feel, but fcarce the manner fee.

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Frofts that constrain the ground, and birth deny
To flowers that in its womb expecting lie,
Do feldom their ufurping power withdraw,
But raging floods pursue their hafty thaw.
Our thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd away,
But loft in kindly heat of lengthen'd day.
Heaven would no bargain for its bleffings drive,
But what we could not pay for, freely give.
The Prince of peace would like himself confer
A gift unhop'd, without the price of war:
Yet, as he knew his bleffing's worth, took care,
That we fhould know it by repeated prayer;

Which ftorm'd the skies, and ravish'd Charles from thence,
As heaven itself is took by violence.

Booth's forward valour only ferv'd to show,

He durft that duty pay we all did owe:

Th' attempt was fair; but heaven's prefixed hour
Not come fo, like the watchful traveller
That by the moon's mistaken light did rife,
Lay down again, and clos'd his weary eyes.
'Twas Monk, whom Providence defign'd to loofe
Thofe real bonds false freedom did impose.
The bleffed faints, that watch'd this turning fcene,
Did from their ftars with joyful wonder lean,
To fee finall clues draw vafest weights along,
Not in their bulk but in their order ftrong.
Thus pencils can by one flight touch restore
Smiles to that changed face that wept before.
With cafe fuch fon chimaeras we pursue:
As fancy frames for fancy to fubdue :

But when ourselves to action we betake,

It fhuns the mint like gold that chemists make.
How hard was then his talk! at once to be
What in the body naturally we see ?

Man's architect distinctly did ordain

The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the brain,
Through viewless conduits fpirits to dispense;
The fprings of motion from the feat of fenfe.
'Twas not the hafty product of a day,
But the well-ripen'd fruit of wife delay.
He, like a patient angler, ere he ftrook,
Would let him play a while upon the hook.
Our healthful food the ftomach labours thus,
At first embracing what it ftraight doth crush.
Wife leaches will not vain receipts obtrude,
While growing pains pronounce the humours crude :
Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill,
Till fome fafe crifis authorize their skill.
Nor could his acts too clofe a vizard wear,
To 'fcape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear,
And guard with caution that polluted nest,
Whence Legion twice before was difpoffeft:
Once facred houfe; which when they enter'd in,
They thought the place could fanctify a sin;
Like thote that vainly hop'd kind heaven would wink,
While to excefs on martyrs' tombs they drink.
And as devouter Turks firft warn their fouls

To part, before they tafte forbidden bowls :
So thefe, when their black crimes they went about,
First timely charm'd their useless conscience out.

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Religion's name against itself was made;
The fhadow ferv'd the fubftance to invade ;
Like zealous miffions, they did care pretend
Of fouls in fhew, but made the gold their end.
Th' incenfed powers beheld with fcorn from high
An heaven fo far diftant from the sky,

Which durft, with horfes hoofs that beat the ground,
And martial brafs, bely the thunder's found.
"Twas hence at length just vengeance thought it fit
To fpeed their ruin by their impious wit.
Thus Sforza, curs'd with a too fertile brain,
Loft by his wiles the power his wit did gain.
Henceforth their fougue must spend at leffer rate,
Than in its flames to wrap a nation's fate.
Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots fet,
A virtuous fhame within us to beget.
For by example moft we finn'd before,
And glass-like clearness mix'd with frailty bore.
But fince reform'd by what we did amifs,
We by our fufferings learn to prize our bliss:
Like early lovers, whofe unpractis'd hearts
Were long the may-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their jealoufies were vain,
With double heat renew their fires again.
'Twas this produc'd the joy that hurry'd o'er
Such fwarms of English to the neighbouring shore,
To fetch that prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd trade.
Oh had you feen from Schevelin's barren fhore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)

Afflicted

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Afflicted Holland to his farewell bring
True forrow, Holland to regret a king!
While waiting him his royal fleet did ride,
And willing winds to their lower'd fails deny'd.
The wavering streamers, flags, and standards out,
The merry feamen's rude but chearful fhout;
And last the cannons voice that fhook the fkies,
And, as it fares in fudden ecftafies,
At once bereft us both of ears and eyes.
The Nafeby, now no longer England's shame,
But better to be loft in Charles's name,
(Like fome unequal bride in nobler sheets)
Receives her lord: the joyful London meets
The princely York, himself alone a freight;
The Swift-fure groans beneath great Glofter's weight:
Secure as when the halcyon breeds, with these,
He that was born to drown might cross the feas.
Heaven could not own a Providence, and take
The wealth three nations ventur'd at a stake.
The fame indulgence Charles's voyage blefs'd,
Which in his right had miracles confefs'd.
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or, out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their ftraighten'd lungs, or confcious of their charge.
The British Amphytrite, fmooth and clear,
In richer azure never did appear;

Proud her returning prince to entertain
With the fubmitted fafces of the main.

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