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Only Drake's sacred vessel (which before

Had done and had seen more

Than those have done or feen, Ev'n since they Coddesses and this a Star has

been) As a reward for all her labour pall,

Is made the scat o rost at last.

Let the cafe now quite alter'd be,
And, as thou went'lt abroad the world to see,

Let the world now come to fee thee!
The world will do't; for curiosity
Does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make;
And I myself, who now love quict 100,
As much almost as any chair can do,

Would yet a journey take,
An old wheel of what chariot to see,

Which Phaeton so rashiy brake :
Yet what could that lay more than these remains

of Drake?
Great relick! thou too, in this port of ease,
Hast still one way of making voyages;
The breath of Fame, like an auspicious gale

('The great trade-wind which ne'er does fail) Shall drive thee round the world, and thou shalt

run,

As long around it as the fun. The straighes of Time too narrow are for thee; Launch forth into air undiscover'd fea, And steer the endless course of vast Eternity! Take for thy fail this verse, and for thy pilot me!

All I can answer, is, That I allow

The privilege you plead for; and avow That, as he well deserv'd, he doth enjoy it now.

Though God, for great and righteous ends, Which his unerring Providence intends Erroncous mankind should not understand, Would not permit Balcarres' hand, (That once with so much industry and art Had cload the gaping wounds of every part) To perfect his dissacted pation's cure, Or stop the fatal bondage 'twas t'endure; Yet for his pains he soon did him remove,

From all th' oppreflion and the woe

Of his srail body's native foil below, To his soul's true and peaceful country above: So Godlike kings, for secret causes known

Sometimes, but to themselves alone,
One of thoir ablelt minifters elect,
And sent abroad to treaties, which they'iprend

Shall never take effcct;
But though the treaty wants a happy end,
The happy agent wants not the reward,
For which he labour'd faithfully and hard;

His just and righteous master calls him home, And gives him, near himself, some honourable

room.

UPON THE DEATH OF

THE EARL OF BALCARRES.

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And I'm afraid they laugh at the vain tears we

fhed.
"Tis as if we, who stay bchird

In expectation of the wind,
Should pity those who país'd this freight before,

And touch the universal thore.
Ah, happy man! who art to fail no more!
And, if it fecni ridiculous to grieve
Because our friends are newly come from fea,

Though ne'er so fair and ca'nı it be;
What would all fober men Believe,
If they should hear us fighing fay,

“ Balcarres, who but th' other day " Did all our love and our respect command;

" At whose great parts we all amaz’ddid it and; " Is from a storm, alas! cast suddenly on land ?" If you will say-Few persons upon earth

Did, more than he, deserve to have A life exempt from fortune and the grave;

Whether you look upon his birth
And ancestors, whose fame 's fo widely spread-
But ancestors, alas! who long ago are dead-

Or whether you consider more
Tie vast incrcase, as fure you ough“.
Of honour by his labour bought,
And added to the former store :

Noble and great endeavours did he bring To save his country, and restore his king; And, whilit the manly half of him (which

those Who know not Love, to he the whole suppose) Perform'd all parts of virtue's vigorous lifc;

The beauteous hall, his lovely wife,
Did all his labours and his cares divide;
Nor was a lame nor paralytic fide :

In all the turns of human state,
And all th' unjust attacks of Fate,

She bore her share and portion still,
And would not suffer any to be ill.
Unfortunate for ever let me be,

If I believe that such was he,

Whom, in the forms of bad success, And all that Error calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wise diú still accompany!

With these companions 'twas not strange

That nothing could his temper change.
His own and country's union had not weight

Enough to crush his mighty mind!
He saw around the hurricanes of state,
Fixt as an island 'gainst the waves and wind.

Thus far the greedy sea may reach;

All outward things are but the beach; A great man's soul it doth assault in vain ! Their God himself the ocean doth reftrain

With an imperceptible chain,

And bid it to go back again.
His wisdom, justice, and his piety,
His courage both to suffer and to die,

His virtucs, and his lady too,

Werc things celestial. And we see, In spite of quarrelling philosophy,

How in this casc 'tis certain found, That Heav'n stands ftill, and only carth goes

reund.

writ;

den yet.

Whether imply'd for earth, or fea, or air;
Whether it in the womb or egg be wrought;
A fria account to him is hourly brought

How the great fabric does proceed,
He lo exadly does the work survey,
Asif be hir'd the workers by the day.

Thus Harvey fought for Truth in Truth's own book,
ODE.

The creatures—which by God himfelf was UPON DR, HARVEY,

And wisely thought 'twas fit, OY Nature (which remain’d, though aged But on th’ eriginal itself to look.

Not to read comments only upon it,
CoY

grown,
A beauteous virgin still, enjoy'd by none,

Methinks in Art's great circle others fand
Nor seen unveil'd by any one)

Lock'd up together, hand in hand;
When Harvey's violent passion fhe did see,

Every one leads as he is led;

The same bare path they tread, began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree :

And dance, like fairies, a fantastic round,

But neither change their motion nor their ground: There Daphne's lover ftop'd, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch :

Had Harvey to this road confined his wit,

His noble circle of the blood had been antrodBut Harvey, our Apollo, stop'd not fo; Into the bark and rond he after her did go! No smallest fibres of a plant,

Great Doctor! th' art of curing's cur'd by thee, For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness From all inveterate diseases free,

We now thy patient, Phylic, fee
want,

Purg'd of old errors by thy care,
His passage after her withstood.
What should the do? through all the moving

New dicted, put forth to clearer air ;

It now will ftrong and healthful prove; wood Of lives endow'd with sense she took her flight;

Itself before lethargic lay, and could not move!

These useful secrets to his pen we owe!
Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in fight.

And thousands more 'twas ready to bestow;
But, as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood,
She leap'd at last into the winding streams of of which a barbarous war's unlearned rage

Has robb'd the ruin'd age :
blood;
Of man's maander all the purple reaches made,

O cruel lofs! as if the golden fleece, Till at the heart the stay'd;

With so much cost and labour bought,

And from afar by a great hero brought, Where turning head, and at a bay,

Had sunk ev'n in the ports of Greece. Thus by well-purged cars was the o'erheard to

O cursed war! who can forgive thee this? say:

Houses and towns may rise again ; * Here fure shall I be safe" (said she)

And ten times easier 'tis * Nope will be able sure to see

To rebuild Paul's, than any work of his : “ This my retreat, but only He

That mighty talk none but himself can do, “ Who made both it and me.

Nay, scarce himself too, now; " The heart of man what art can e'er reveal ?

Por, though his wit the force of age withstand, A wall impervious between

His body, alas! and time, it must command; ** Divides the very parts within,

And Nature now, so long by him surpafs'd, ** And doth the heart of man ev'n from itself will sure have her revenge on him at latt.

conceal."
She spoke: but, ere she was aware,

Harvey was with her there;
And held this flippery Proteus in a chain,

ODE FROM CATULLUS.
Till all her mighty mysteries he defcry'd;
Which from his wit th' attempt before to hide
Was the first thing that Nature did in vain.

W THILST on Septimius' panting breast
He the young pra&ice of new life did sec,

(Meaning nothing less than reft)
Whilft, to conceal its toillome poverty, Acme lean'd her loving head,
It for a living wrought, both hard and privately. Thus the pleas'd Septimius faid :
Before the liver understood

My deareft Acme, if I be
The noble scarlet dye of blood;

Once alive, and love not thee Before one drop was by it made,

With a paflion far above
Or brought into it, to set up the trade;

All that e'er was called love:
Before the urtaught heart began to beat
The tuneful march to vital heat;

In a Libyan defert may

I become some lion's prey;
From all the fouls that living buildings rcar, Let him, Acme, let him tcar

My breast, when Acme is not there.
The God of Love, who stood to hear him

(The God of Love was always near him)
What time, and what materials, it does Pleas'd and tickled with the sound,
need:

Snecz'd aloud; and all around
The little Loves, that waited by,
Bow'd, and bicit the augury.

ACME AND SEPTIMIUS,

But runs,

Acme, enflam'd with what he said,

As that which, thirty years ago, Rear'd her gently.bending head;

At * Charles's birth, did, in despite And, her purple mouth with joy

Of the proud sun's meridian light, Stretching to the delicious boy,

His future glories and this year foreshow. Twice (and twice could scarce suffice)

No less effe its than these we may She kist his drunken rolling eyes.

Be aflur'd of from that powerful ray,

Which could out-fase the fun, and overcome the My little life, my all! (said she)

day. So may we ever servants be To this best God, and ne'er retain

Aufpicious star! again arise, Our hated liberty again!

And take thy noon-tide station in the skies, So may thy pallion last for me,

Again all heaven prodigiously adorn; As I a passion have for thee,

For lo! thy Charles again is born. Greater and fiercer much than can

He then was born with and to pain; De conceiv'd by thee a man!

With and to joy he's born again. Into my marrow is it gone,

And, wisely for this second birth, Fixt and scttled in the bone;

By which thou certain wert to bless It reigns not only in my heart,

The land with full and flourishing happiness, like life, through every part.

Thou mad'st of that fair month thy choice, She spoke; the God of Love aloud

In which heaven, air, and fea, and earth, Sneez'd again; and all the crowd

And all that's in them, all, does smile and does Of little Loves, that waited by,

rejoice. Bow'd, and blett the augury.

'Twas a right season; and the very ground This good omen thus from heaven

Ought with a face of paradise to be found, Like a happy signal given,

Then, when we were to cntertain 'Their loves and lives (all four) embrace,

Felicity and innocence again.
And hand in hand run all the race,
To

Shall we again (good Heaven!) that blessed pair poor Septimius (who did now

behold, Nothing else but Acme grow) Acme's bofom was alone

Which the abused people fondly fold The whole world's imperial throne ;

For the bright fruit of the forbidden tree, And to faithful Acme's mind

By seeking all like Gods to be? Scptimius was all human-kind.

Will Peace her halcyon neft venture to build

Upon a fhore with thipwrecks fillid, If the Gods would please to be

And trust that sea, where she can hardly fay But advis'd for once by me,

She 'as known these twenty years one calmy I'd advise them, when they spy

day? Any illustrious piety,

Ah! mild and gall-less dove, To reward her, if it be the

Which doft the pure and candid dwellings love, To reward him, if it be he

Canst thou in Albion ftill delight? With such a husband, such a wife;

Still canst thou think it white?
With Acmc's and Scptimius' life.

Will ever fair Religion appear
lo these deformcd ruins? will she clear
Th’ Augean stables of her churches here?

Will Juitice hazard to be seen

Where a High Court of Justice e'er has been?
O DE

Will not the tragic scene,
HIS MAJESTY'S RESTORATION AND

And Bracíhaw's bloody ghost, affright her there,

Her, who Thall never sear?

Then may Whitehall for Charles's fcat be fit, “- Quod optanti divům promittere nemo

If Justice shall endure at Westminster to fit.
Auderei, volvenda dies, en, attulit ultro.”- VIRG.

Of all, mcthinks we least should see
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COW bleffings on you all, ye peaceful stars, The cheerful looks again of Liberty.

Which meet at last so kindly, and dispense That name of Cromwell, which dous freshly still Your universal gentle influence

The curses of so many sufferers fill, To calm the stormy world, and still the rage of Is still enough to make her stay, wars!

And jealous for a while remain Nor, whilst around the continent

Lest, as a tempest carried him away,
Plenipotentiary beams ye fent,

Some hurricane should bring him back again.
Did your pacific lighis disdain
In their large treaty to contain

The star that appeared at noon, the day of the
The world apart, o'er which do reign
Your seven fair brethren of great Charles's-wain; to St. Paul's, to give thanks to God for thai

king's birth, just as the king his father was riding No star amongst ye all did, I believe,

blesling Such vigorous aflitance give,

UPON

RETURN

Or, she might juftlier be afraid

Already was the shaken nation Left that great serpent, which was all a tail Into a wild and deform'd chaos brought, (And in his poisonous folds whole nations pri And it was hasting on (we thought) soners made)

Even to the last of ills--annihilation : Should a third time perhaps prevail

When, in the midil of this confused night, To join again and with worse sting arise, Lo! the blest Spirit mov'd, and there was light; As it had done when cut in pieces twice. For, in the glorious General's previous ray, Return, return, ye sacred Four!

We saw a new created day : And dread your perish'd enemies no more. We by it saw, though yet in mists it shone,

Your fcars are causeless all, and vain, The beauteous work of Order moving on.

Whilft you return in Charles's train; Where are the men who bragg'd that God did For God does him, that he might you, restore,

bless, Nor shall the world him only call

And with the marks of good success Defender of the faith, but of you all.

Sign his allowance of their wickedness?

Vain men! who thought the Divine Power to Along with you plenty and riches go,

find With a full tide to every port they flow,

In the fiercư thunder and the violent wind : With a warm fruitful wind o'er all the country

God canie not till the storm was past; blow.

In the still voice of Peace he came at lait ! Honour does as ye march her trumpet found,

The cruel business of destruction The Arts cucompass you around,

May by the claws of the great fiend be done: And, against all alarms of Fear, Safety itself brings up the rear;

Here, here we see th’ Almighty's hand indeed, And, in the head of this angelic band,

Both by the beauty of the work we see 't, and by

the speed. Lo! how the goodly Prince at last does stand (0 righteous God!) on his own happy land : He who had seen the noble British heir, Tis happy now, which could with so much case Even in that ill, disadvantageous light Recover from fo desperate a disease;

With which misfortune ftrives e' abuse our sightA various complicated ill,

He who had seen him in his cloud so brightWhose every symptom was enough to kill;

He who had seen the double pair In which one part of three frenzy possett, of brothers, heavenly good! and sisters, hcavenly And lethargy the rest :

fair ! Tis happy, which no bleeding does endure,

Might have perceiv’d, methinks, with ease A surfeit of such blood to cure :

(But wicked men fee only what they please) 'Tis happy, which bcholds the flame That God had no intent t' extinguish quite Lo which by hoftile hands it ought to burn,

The pious king's eclipfcd right. Or that which, if from Heaven it came, He who had seen how by the Power Divine it did but well deserve, all into bonfire turn. All the young branches of this royal line We fear'd (and almost touch'd the black degree Did in their fire, without consuming, shineof instant expectation)

How through a rough Red-sea they had been led, That the three dreadful angels we,

By wonders guarded, and by wonders fed--of famine, sword, and plague, Mould here esla- How many years of trouble and distress blish'd see

They 'd wander'd in their fatal wilderness, (God's 's great triumvirate of desolation!)

And yet did never murmur or repine ;To fcourge and to destroy the finful nation.

Might, methinks, plainly understand, Juftly might Heaven Protectors such as those, That, after all these conquer'd trials palt, And such Committees for their Safety, impose

Th' Almighty mercy would at last Upon a lar.d which searcely better chose. Conduct them with a strong unerring hand We fear'd that thc Fanatic war,

To their own Promis'd Land : Which men against God's houses did declare,

For all the glories of the earth Would from th’ Almighty enemy bring down Vught to be entail'd by right of birth; A sure deftrudion on our own.

And all Heaven's blessings to come down We read th' instructive historics which tell Upon his race, to whom alone was given Of all those endless mischiefs that befel

The double royalty of earth and heaven ; The facred town which God had lov'd so well, Who crown'a the kingly with the martyrs After that fatal curse had once been said, His blood be upor

ours and on our children's head."

The martyrs' blood was said of old to be We know, though there a greater blood was

The seed from whence the Church did grow, spilt,

The royal blood which dying Charles did low 'Twas scarcely done with greater guilt.

Becomes no less the feed of royalty : We know those miseries did befal

'Twas in dishonour sown; Whilft they rebell’d against that Prince, whom

We find it now in glory grown, all

The grave could but the dross of it devour ; The rest of mankind did the love and joy of man

“ 'Twas sown in weakness, and 'tis rais'd in kind call.

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We now the questioh well decided fee,

But the true method of felicity Which eastern Wits did once cortoli,

Is, when the worst At the great Monarch's feast,

Of human life is plac'd the first, « Of all on earth what things the strongest be?” And when the child's correction proves to be And some for women, some for wine, did plead; The cause of perfecting the man: That is, for Folly and for Rage,

Let our weak days lead up the van;
Two things which we have known indeed

Let the brave Second and Triarian band
Strong in this latter age;

Firm against all impreslion stand :
But, as 'tis prov'd hy Heaven, at length,

The first we may descated see; The King and Truth have greatest strength, The virtue of the force of these are sure of Vitory. When they their sacred force unite, And twine into one right :

Such are the years, great Charles ! which now No frantic commonwealths or tyrannies;

we see No cheats, and perjuries, and lycs;

Begin their glorious march with thee : No nets of human policies;

Long may their march to heaven, and fill triNo stores of arms or gold (though yon could join

umphant, be! Those of Puru to the great London mine);

Now thou art gotten once before,

Ill-fortune never shall o'ertake thee more.
No towns; no ficets by sea, or troops by land:
No deeply-entrench'd islands, can withstand,

To see 't again, and pleasure in it find,

Calt a disdainful look behind;
Orany fniall resistance bring
Against the naked Truth and the unarmed King.

Things which offend when present, and affricht,

In memory well-painted move delight. The foolish lights which travellers beguile

Enjoy then all thy'afflictions now-End the same night when they begin;

Thy royal father's came at last : No art so far can upon nature win

2 Thy martyrdom 's already past : As e'er to put-out stars, or loug kecp meteors in.

And different crowns to both ye owe. Where 's now that Igms fatuus, wirich ere-while

No gold did e'er the kingly temples bird, Nilled our wandering ille ?

Than thine niore try'd and more refin'd. Where's the impoftor Cromwell gone? As a choice medal for Heaven's treasury

2 Where's now that Talling-star, his fon?

God did stamp first upon ore side of thee Where's the large Comet now, whose raging

The image of his Tuffering humanity : flame

On th' other side, turn'd now to fight, does shinc So fatal to our monarchy became;

The glorious image of his power

divine! Which o'er our heads in such proud horror stood, So, when the wiselt poets seck Infatiate with our ruin and cur blood ?

In all their liveliet colours to set forth The ficry tail did to vaft bogth extend;

A picture of heroic worth And twice for want of fuel did expire,

(The pious Trojan or the prudent Greek); And twice renew'd the dismal fire :

They chufe some comely prince of heavenly birth Though long the tail, we saw at last its end.

(No proud gigantic son of earth, The flames of une triumphant day,

Who strives t'usurp the gods' forbidd:n feat); Which, like an anti-comet here,

They feed him not with necar, and the meat Did fatally to that appear ,

That cannot without joy be eat; For ever frighted it away :

But in the cold of want, and storms of adverse Then did th' allotted hour of dawning right

chance, First strike our ravilh'd fight;

They harden his young virtuc by degrees. Which malice or which art no more could stay,

The beauteous drop first into ice does freeze, Than witches' charms can a retardment bring

And into folid cryftal next advance. To the resuscitation of the day,

His murder'd friends and kindred he does fee, Or refurrcction of the spring.

And from his fiaming country flee : We welcome boil, and with improv'd delight Much is he toit at sea, and much at lard; Bless the preceding winter, and the night! Does long the force of angry gods withstand : Man ought his future happires to fuar,

He does ling troubles and long wars sustain,

Ere he his fatal birth-right gain.
If he be always happy here--

With no lefs time or labour can
He wants the bleeding marks of grace,
The circumcision of the chosen race.

Destiny build up such a man,

Who's with sufficient virtue fill'd is no one part of him fupplics

His ruin'd courtry to rebuild. The duty of a sacrifice,

Nor without cause are arnis from Heaver, He is, we doubt, reserv'd intire

To such a hero by the poets given :
As a whole vidim for the fire.

No human metal is of force t'oppose
Desides, ev'n in this world below,
To those who never did ill-fortune know,

So many and so vielert blows.

Such was the helmet, breast-plate, Thield, The good does nauseous or insipid grow.

Which Charles in all attacks did wield: Consider man's whole life, and you'll consess

And all the weapons malice e'er could try, The sharp ingredient of some bad fnccess

Of all the several makes of wicked policy,

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