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Love, favour'd once with that sweet gale, Her grieved fister, with a chearful grace,
Doubles his haste, and fills his fail;

(Hope well-dissembled shining in her face) Til he arrive where the muit prove

She thus deceives. Dear fifter! let us prove The haven, or the rock, of love.

The cure I have invented for my love. So, we th' Arabian coast do know

Beyond the land of Æthiopia lies At distance, when the spices blow;

The piace where Atlas does support the skies: By the rich odour taught to steer,

Hence came an oid magician, that did keep Though neither day nor stars appear.

Th' Hesperian fruit, and made the dragon sleep:
Her potent charms do troubled souls relieve,
And, where the lifts, make calmest minds to

grieve : PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S ENEIS

The course of rivers, and of heaven, can stop.

And call trees down from th' airy mountain's top. TRANSLATED

Witness, ye Gods! and thou, my dearest part! Beginning at Verse 437.

How loth I am to tempt this guilty aft.

Erect a pile, and on it let us place
*** Talesque miserima fletus

That bed, where I my ruin did embrace:
Fertquc refertque foror.

With all the reliques of our impious guest,
And ending with

Arms, spoils, and presents, let the spoil be drests

(The knowing woman thus prescribes) that we * Adnisi torquent spumas, et cærula verrunt,” May rase the man out of our memory: Ver. 583.

Thus speaks the Queen, but hides the fatal end

For which she doth those sacred rights pretend. LL this her weeping sister * does repeat Nor worse effects of grief her sister thought intreat ;

Therefore obeys her: and now heap'd high Lost were her prayers, and fruitless were her The cloven oaks, and lofty pines do lie; tears!

Hung all with wreaths and flowery garlando Fate, and great Jove, had stopt his gentle cars.

round; As when loud winds a well-grown oak would So by herself was her own funeral crown'a! rend

Upon the top the 'Trojan's image lies, Up by the roots, this way and that they bend And his farp sword, wherewith anon she dies. His reeling trunk; and with a boisterous found They by the altar stand, while with loose hair Scatter his leaves, and strew them on the ground: The magic prophetess begins her prayer : He fixed stands; as deep his roots do lie

On Choas, Erebus, and all the Gods, Down to the centre, as his top is high:

Which in th' infernal shades have their abodes, No less on every fide the Hero preit,

She loudly calls ; besprinkling all the room Feels love, and pity, shake his noble breast ; With drops, suppos'd from Lethe's lake to come. And down his cheeks though fruitless tears do roll, She seeks the knot which on the forehead grows Unmov'd remains the purpose of his soul. Of new-foal'd colts, and herbs by moon-light Then Dido, urged with approaching fate,

mows. Begins the light of cruel heaven to hate. A cake of leaven in her pious hands Her resolution to dispatch, and die,

Holds the devoted Queen, and barefoot stands : Confirm’d by many a horrid prodigy!

One tender foot was barè, the other shod, The water, consecrate for facrifice,

Her robe ungirt, invoking every God, Appears all black to her amazed eyes;

And every Power; if any be above, The wine to putrid blood converted flows, Which takes regard of ill-requited love! Which from her none, not her own sister, knows. Now was the time, when weary mortals steep Besides, there food, as sacred to her | Lord, Their careful temples in the dew of Sleep: A marble temple which she much ador'd; On scas, on earth, and all that in them dwell, With snowy fleeces and fresh garlands crown'd; A death-like quiet and deep silence fell : Hence every night proceeds a dreadful found; But not on Dido! whose untamed mind Her husband's voice invites her to his tomb: Refus'd to be by sacred night confin’d: And dismal owls presage the ills to come.

A double passion in her brcalt does move, Besides, the prophecies of wizards old

Love, and fierce anger for neglected love. Encreas'd her terror, and her fall foretold:

Thus she afflicts her soul : What shall I do? Scorn'd and deserted to herself she seems; With fate inverted, shall i humbly woo? And finds Æneas cruel in her dreams.

And some proud prince, in wild Numidia born, So, to mad Pentheus, double Thebes appears; Pray to accept me, and forget my scorn? And Furies howl in his distemiper'd ears.

Or,'fhall I with th' ungrateful Trojan go, Dreftes so, with like distraction tost,

Quit all my state, and wait upon my foe?
Es made to fly his mother's angry ghost.

Is not enough, by fad experience! known
Now grief and fury to their height arrive; The perjur'd race of false Laomedon?
Death the decrees, and thus does it contrive. With my Sidonians shall I give them chace,

Bands hardly forced them from their native place? Anna, + Æneas. Sichæus,

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FOUR LADIES.

OF

THE

NATION,

No-die! and let this sword thy fury tame; ON A BREDE OF DIVERS COLOURS, WOVEN ST Nought but thy blood can quench this guilty

flame. Ah fifter! vanquish'd with my passion, thou TWICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twice Betray'd me first, dispensing with my vow. Had I been constant to Sichæus still,

shine : And single liv'd, I had not known this ill!

As nature them, so they this fhade have wrough Such thoughts torment the Queen's enraged Soft as their hands, and various as their thought. breast,

Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train dil-spread

, While the Dardanian does securely rest

He wooes the female to his painted bed; In his tall ship for sudden flight prepar'd; No, not the bow, which so adorns the skies, To whom once more the son of Jove appear'd; So glorious is, or boasts fo many dyes. Thus seems to speak the youthful Deity, Voice, hair, and colour, all like Mercury. Fair Venus' feed! canst thou indulge thy

sleep,
Nor better guard in such great danger keep?

A PANEGYRIC
Mad, by neglect to lose lo fair a wind!
If here thy ships the purple morning find,

TO MY LORD PROTECTOR, 'Thou shalt behold this hoftile harbour shinc

PRESENT GREATNESS, AND JOIST With a new ieet, and fires, to ruin thine, She meditates revenge, resolv'd to die;

INTEREST, QF HIS NIGAXESS AND TEIS Weigh anchor quickly, and her fury fly.

This said, the God shades of night ietir'd. Anaz'd Æneas, with the warning tir'd,

HILE with a strong, and get a gently

WHILE Shakes off dull sleep, and rousing up his men,

hand, Behold! the Gods command our flight again. You bridle faction, and our hearts command; Fall to your oars, and all your canvas spread : Protect us from ourselves, and from the fac, What God foe'er that thus vouchlafes to lead, Make us unite, and make us conquer too: We follow gladly, and thy will obey, Alift us ftill, smoothing our happy way,

Let partial spirits still aloud complain : And make the rest propitious! With that word,

Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reigt: He cuts the cable with his shining sword :

And own no liberty, but where they may Through all the navy doth like ardor reign,

Without controul upon their fellows prey. They quit the shore, and rush into the main : Above the waves as Neptunc shew'd his face Plac'd on their banks, the lusty Trojans sweep To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race Neptune's sinooth face, and cleave the yielding So has your Highness, rais d above the relig deep.

Storms of ambition, tosling us, repreft.
Your drooping country, torn with ciyil hate,
Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state ;

The seat of empire, when the Irißh come, ON THE PICTURE OF A FAIR YOCTH, TAKEN

And the unwilling Scots,

fctch their doom. The sea's our own : and now, all nation's gree's

With bending fails, each vessel of our fiect: & gather'd flowers, while their wounds are

Your power extends as far as winds can blow,

Or fwelling fails upon the globe may go. new, Look gay and fresh, as on the stalks they grew; Heaven (that hath plac'd this iland to give bar 'Torn from the root that nourish'd them a while

To balance Europe, and her fates to awe) (Not taking notice of their fate) they smile;

In this conjunction doth on Britain (mile; And, in th: hand which rudely pluck'd them, The greatest Leader, and the greatest lle'

show Fair'er than those that to their autumn grow :

Whether this portion of the world were rett: 8o love and beauty still that visage grace:

By the rude ocean, from the continent; Death cannot fright them from their wonted place. Or thus created; it was fure design'd Alive, the kund of crooked Age had marr’d To be the facred refuge of mankind. Those lovely features, which cold Death has

Hither th' oppressed fall henceforth resort

, spar'd,

Justice to crave, and fuccour, at your Court; No wonder then he sped in love so well,

And then your Highness, not for ours alone, When his high passion he had breath to tell; When that accomplish'd soul, in this fair frame,

But for the world's Protector fhall be know. No business had, but to persuade that dame; Fame, swifter than your wing'd navy, frien Whose mutual love advanc'd the youth so high, Through every land that near the ocean lis; That, but to heaven, he could no higher fly. Sounding your name, and telling dreading

To all that piracy and rapine use.

ATTER HE WAS DEAD.

AS

With such a Chief the meanest nation bleft, Prefer'd by conquest, happily o'erthrown,
Might hope to lift her head above the rest : Falling they rise, to be with us made onc:
What may be thought impoflible to do

So kind Dictators made, when they came home, By us, embraced by the Sea and You ?

Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,
Whole forefts send to reign upon the fea : Advanc'd to be a portion of our state :
And every coast may trouble or relieve :

While by your valour, and your bounteous mind,
But none can visit us without your leave. Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Angels, and we, have this prerogative, Holland, to gain our friendship is content
That none can at our happy seats arrive : To be our out-guard on the Continentt:
While we descend at pleasure, to invade

She from her fellow-provinces would go, The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid. Rather than hazard to have you her foc. Our little world, the image of the great, In our late fight, when cannons did diffusc, Like that, amidst the boundless occan set, Preventing posts, the terror and the news; Of her own growth hath all that nature craves; Our Neighbour-Princes trembled at their roar : And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. But our conjunction makes them tremble more. As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,

Your never-failing sword made war to cease; But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; And now you heal us with the acts of peace : So, what our earth, and what our heaven, denies, Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, Our ever-constant friend, the fea, supplies. Invite affection, and restrain our rage. The taste of hot Arabia's spicc we know, Let pleasure take brave minds in battles won, Free from the scorching fun that makes it grow : Than in restoring such as are undone : Without the worm, in Persian Gilks we shine; Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, And, without planting, drink of every vine. But man alone can whom he conquers, spare. To dig for wealth, to weary out our limbs ; To pardon, willing ; and to punish, loth; Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims : You (trike with one hand, but you heal with both. Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow, Lifting up all that proftrate lie, you grieve We plough the Deep, and reap what others sow. You cannot make the dead again to live. Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds ; When fate or error had our age mifled, Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds : And o'er this nation such confusion spread; Rome, though her eagle through the world had The only cure, which could from heaven come flown,

down, Could never make this island all her own. Was so much power and picty in one! Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, One! whose extraction from an ancient line France-conquering Henry flourish'd; and now Gives hope again that well-born men may thine; You :

The meanest, in your nature mild and good ; For whom he stay'd, as did the Grecian state, The noble, rest secured in your blood. Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd, A mind proportion'd to such things as thefe; He wift not Thetis in her lap did hide

How fuch a ruling fpirit you could restrain, Another yet: a world reserv'd for you,

And practise first over yourself to reign. To make more great than that he did fubdue.

Your private life did a just pattern give, He safely might old troops to battle lead, How fathers, husbands, pious fons, thould live; Against th' unwarlike Perfian and the Mede ; Born to command, your princely virtues slept, Whose hafty fight did, from a bloodless field, Like humble David's, while the flock he kept. More fpoils than honour to the victor yield.

But when your troubled country calld you forth, A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, Your Aaming courage and your matchless worth, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,

To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too, Whom the old Roman wall so ill confin'd, Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you; With a

a new chain of garrisons you bind : Chang'd like the world's great scene! when, Here foreign gold no more shall make them come ; without noise, Our Englifhu iron holds them fast at home. The rifing fun night's vulgar light deftroys. They, that henceforth must be content to know Had you, fome ages past, this race of glory No warmer region than their hills of snow, Run, with amazement we should read your story: May blame the sun; but must extol your grace, But living virtue, all atchievements past, Which in our senate hath allow'd them place. Meets envy still, to grappl, with at lalt.

This Cæfar found : and that ungrateful age, With these accomplishing her valt delight, With losing him, went back to blood and rage : Europe was shaken with her Indian mines

. Miftaken Brutus thought to break their yoke, When Britain, looking with a just disdais, But cut the bond of union with that atroke. Upon this gilded majesty of Spain ;

And knowing well that empire must declioc, That sun once fet, a thousand meaner stars

Whose chief support and finews are of coia ; Gave a dim light to violence and wars :

Her native force and virtue did oppose, To such a tempest as now threatens all,

To the rich troublers of the world's repole. Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.

And now some months, incamping on the Man, If Rome's great fenate could not wield that sword,

Our naval army had besieged Spain : Which of the conquer'd world had made them They that the whole world's monarche deiga'd, Lord,

Are to their ports by our bold fleet confin'd; What hope had ours, while yet their power was

From whetice our Red Cross they triumphant fe,

Riding without a rival on the sea. new, To rule victorious armies, but by you?

Others may use the ocean as their road,

Only the English make it their abode : You! that had taught them to subdue their focs, Whose ready fails with every wind can fly, Could order tcach, and their high spirits compose : And make a covenant with th’inconttant ky: To every duty could their minds engage,

Our oaks secure as if they there took root, Provoke their courage, and command their rage. We tread on billows with a steady dot.

Mean-while, the Spaniards in America So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,

Near to the Line the sun approaching fav; And angry grows, if he that first took pain

And hop'd their European coast to find
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast,
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.

Clear'd from our ships by the autumnal wind :
Their buge capaciou: galleons stuffd with plate

, As the vex'd world, to find repose, at last

The labouring winds drive flowly to' ards there Itself into Auguftus' arms did cast :

fate, So England now does, with like toil opprest,

Before St. Lugar they their guns discharge, Her weary head upon your bosom reit.

To tell their joy, or to call forth a barge :

This heard some ships of ours (though out of views 'Then let the Muses, with such notes as these, And, swift as eagles, to the quarry flew : Instruct us what belongs unto our peace!

So heedless lambs, which for their mothers blu, Your battles they hereafter shall indite,

Wake hungry lions, and become their meat. And draw the image of our Mars in fight;

Arriv'd, they foon begin their tragic play, Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run,

And with their smoaky cannon banilh day: And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won ;

Night, horror, Daughter, with confufion meety How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did

And in their fable arms embrace the fleets choak

Through yielding planks the angry bullets fy, Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke.

And, of one wound, hundreds together die:

Born under different stars, one fate they bare; Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,

The ship their coffin, and the sea their grar! And every conqueror creates a Muse:

Bold were the men which on the ocean fra Here in low strains your milder deeds we fing; Spread their new fails, when shipwreck wach: But there, my Lord ! we'll bays and olive bring

worst :

More danger now from man alone we find, To crown your head: while you in triumph ride Than from the rocks, the billows, O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside:

They that had sail'd from near th' antarđic Palio While all your Neighbour-Princes unto you, Their treasure safe, and all their vefleis mbok, Like Joseph's fheaves, pay reverence, and bow. In light of their dear country ruin'd be,

Without the guilt of either rock or sca!
What they would spare, our fiercer art defrost

Surpassing storms in terror and in noise.
OF OUR LATE WAR WITH SPAIN, AND

Once Jove from Ida did both hofts jurver,

And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the VICTORY AT SEA NEAR ST. LUCAR, 1661.

Here, Heaven in vain that kind retreat

found : Tow, for some ages, had the pride of Spain The louder cannon had the thunder drowni Made the sun shine on half the world in vain;

Some we made prize : whiic others, buts! While she bid war to all, that durst supply

rent, The place of those her cruelty made die.

With their rich lading to the bottom west: Of nature's bounty men forbore to taste;

Down sinks at once, so Fortune with us fpers And the best portion of the earth lay waste.

The pay of armies, and the pride of courts. From the new world, her Gilver and her gold

Vain man! whose rage buries as low that her: Came, like a tempest to confound the old.

As varice had digg'd for it before: Feeding with these the brib'd Electors' hopes, hat earth, in her dark bowels, could not face Alone The gives us Emperors and Popes: From greedy hands, lies safer in the deep.

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Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide Our bounds' enlargement was his latest toil;
Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride. Nor hath he left us prisoners to our isle:

And now, into her lap the richest prize Under the tropic is our language fpoke :
Fell, with the nobleft of our ener:lics :

And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
The * Marquis (glad to see the fire destroy From civil broils he did us disengage;
Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy) Found nobler objects for our martial rage:
Out from his flaming fhip his children sent, And, with wise conduct, to his country show'd,
To perich in a milder element :

The ancient way of conquering abroad.
Then laid him by his burning Lady's side ;

Ungrateful then, if we no tears allow
And, fince he could not save her, with her dy'd. To him, that gave us peace and empire too.
Spices and gums about them melting fry:

Princes that fear'd him, grieve ; concern'd to sec
And, phenix-like, in that rich neft they die: No pitch of glory from the grave is free.
Alive, in fiames of equal love they burn'd; Nature herself took notice of his death,
And now, together are to ashes turn'd:

And, fighing, swell'd the sea with such a breath,
Athes! more worth than all their funeral coft ; That, to remotest shores her billows rollid,
Than the huge treasure which was with them loft. Th' approaching fate of their great ruler told.
+ These dying lovers, and their floating fons,
Suspend the fight, and silence all our guns :
Beauty and youth, about to perish, finds
Such noble pity in brave English minds ;

TO THE KING,
That the rich spoil forgot, their valour's prize)
All labour now to save their enemics.

UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN,
How frail our passions ! how foon changed are
Our wrath and fury to a friendly care !

*HE rising fun complics with our weak light, They that but now for honour and for plate

First gilds the clouds, then shews his globc Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate ;

of light And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve,

At such a distance from our eyes, as though With greater hazard than they fought, they dive.

He knew what harm his hasty beams would do. With these returns victorious Montagu,

But your full majesty at once breaks forth With laurels in his hand, and half Peru !

In the meridian of your reign. Your worth, Let the brave Generals divide that bough,

Your youth, and all the splendor of your state, Our great Protector hath such wreaths enough:

(Wrap'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse Fate!) His conquering head has no more room for bays,

With such a flood of light invade our eyes, Then let it be, as the glad nation prays :

And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize; Let the rich ore forthwith be melted down,

That, if your grace incline that we should live, And the state fix'd by making him a crown ;

You must not, Sir! too hastily forgive. With ermine clad and purple, let him hold

Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy,
A royal sceptre, made of Spanish gold.

Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land,
Like fainting Efther, does before you stand,
Watching your fceptre : the revolted sea

Trembles, to think she did your foes obey.
UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR.

Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late,

In a wild rage, became the scorn and hate
E must refign! Heaven his great soul doth

Of her proud neighbours, who began to think claim lo storms, as loud as his immortal fame :

She with the weight of her own force would link, His dying groans, his last breath shakes our ifle;

But you are come, and all their hopes are vain ;

This Giant Isle has got her eye again.
And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile :
About his palace their broad roots are tost

Now, she might fpare the ocean; and oppose

Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes.
Into the air..So Romulus was loft !
New Rome in such a tempest miss'd her King:

Naked, the Graces guarded you from all

Dangers abroad; and now, your thunder shall. And, from obeying, fell to worshipping.

Princes that saw you different pallions prove; 0. Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead, With ruin'd oaks and pines about him spread.

For now they dread the object of their love;

Nor without envy can behold his height, The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear

Whose conversation was their late delight. On his victorious head, lay prostrate there.

So Semele, contented with the rape Those his last fury from the mountain rent:

Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape, Our dying Hero from the continent Ravith'd whole towns; and forts from Spaniards And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd

When she beheld his hands with lightning fillid, reft, As his last legacy to Britain left.

And though it be our sorrow and our crime, The ocean, which so long our hopes confin'd,

To have accepted life so long a time Could give no limits to his vafter mind;

Without you here ; yet does this absence gain

No small advantage to your present reign : * Of Bajadoz.

For, having view'd the persons and the things, All from this line was added after 1661. The councils, state, and strength, of Europe's kings.

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