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Here the Third Edward, and the Black Prince too,
France-conqu❜ring Henry flourish'd, and now you;
For whom we ftaid, as did the Grecian State
Till Alexander came to urge their Fate.

When for more Worlds the Macedonian cry'd,
He wist not Thetys 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
Againft th' unwarlike Perfian, 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 fhall make them come,
Our English Iron holds them faft at home.

They that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer Region than their Hills of Snow,
May blame the Sun, but muft extol your Grace,
Which in our Senate hath allow'd them place.

Preferr'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 Rome.-

Like Favour find the Irish, with like Fate
Advanc'd to be a Portion of our State:

While by your Valour, and your bounteous Mind, Nations, divided by the Sea, are join'd.

Holland, to gain your Friendship, is content
To be our Out-guard on the Continent:
She from her Fellow-Provinces wou'd 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.

Your never-failing Sword made War to ceafe,
And now you heal us with the Acts of Peace:
Our Minds with Bounty and with Awe engage,
Invite Affection, and restrain our Rage.

Lefs Pleafure take brave Minds in Battels won,
Than in reftoring fuch as are undone :
Tygers have Courage, and the rugged Bear,
But Man alone can whom he Conquers, fpare,

To pardon, willing; and to punish, loth;
You ftrike 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 mif-led,
And o'er this Nation such Confusion spread;
The only Cure which cou'd from Heav'n come down,
Was fo much Pow'r and Piety in one.

One whofe Extraction's from an ancient Line,
Gives Hope again that well-born Men may shine:
The meaneft in your Nature mild and good,
The Noble reft fecured in your Blood,

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in Peace
A Mind proportion'd to fuch things as these;
How fuch a Ruling Sp'rit you cou'd restrain,
And practise firft over your self to reign.

Your private Life did a just Pattern give
How Fathers, Husbands, Pious Sons fhou'd live ;
Born to Command, your Princely Virtues flept
Like humble David s while the Flock he kept :

But when your troubled Country call'd you forth,
Your flaming Courage, and your matchlefs Worth
Dazling the Eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce Contention gave a prosp❜rous End.

Still as you rife, the State, exalted too,
Finds no Diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
Chang'd like the World's great Scene, when with-
out Noife

The rifing Sun Night's vulgar Lights destroys.

Had you, fome Ages paft, this Race of Glory
Run, with Amazement we shou'd read your Story;
But living Virtue, all Atchievements past,
Meets Envy ftill to grapple with at last.

This Cafar found, and that ungrateful Age,
With lofing him, went back to Blood and Rage.
Miftaken Brutus 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 fuch a Tempeft as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty Arm prevent the Fall.

If Rome's great Senate cou'd 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, Forule victorious Armies, but by you?

You, that had taught them to fubdue their Foes,
Cou'd Order teach, and their high Sp'tits compofe :
To ev'ry Duty cou'd their Minds engage,
Provoke their Courage, and command their Rage.

So when a Lion fhakes his dreadful Mane,
And angry grows; if he that first took pain
To tame his Youth, approach the haughty Beaft,
He bends to him, but frights away the reft.

As the vext World, to find Repose, at last
It felf into Augustus' Arms did caft:
So England now doth, with like Toil oppreft,
Her weary Head upon your Bofom reft.

Then let the Mufes, with fuch Notes as thefe,
Inftru&t us what belongs unto our Peace;
Your Battels they hereafter fhall indite,
And draw the Image of our Mars in Fight;

Tell of Towns ftorm'd, of Armies overcome,
Of mighty Kingdoms by your Conduct won,
How, while you thunder'd, Clouds of Duft did choak
Contending Troops, and Seas lay hid in Smoke.

Illuftrious A&ts high Raptures do infuse,
And ev'ry Conqueror creates a Mufe;
Here in low Strains your milder Deeds we fing,
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 befide:
While all your Neighbour-Princes unto you,
Like Jofeph's Sheaves, pay Reverence, and bow.

Three Poems on the Death of the late Lord Protector.

Written by Mr. John Dryden, Mr. Sprat of Oxford, and Mr. Edm. Waller.

Heroick Stanza's on the late Lord Protector: Written after his Funeral, by Mr. Dryden.

I.

ND now 'tis time; for their officious hafte,

A who would before have born him to the sky,

Like eager Romans, e'er all Rites were past,
Did let too foon the facred Eagle fly.

II.

Tho' our beft Notes are Treafon to his Fame,
Join'd with the loud Applaufe of publick Voice;
Since Heaven, what praise we offer to his Name,
Hath render'd too authentick by its choice.
111.

Tho' in his praise no Arts can liberal be,
Since they whofe Mufes have the highest flown ;

Add not to his Immortal Memory,

But do an act of Friendship to their own.

IV.

Yet 'tis our Duty, and our Interest too,
Such Monuments as we can build to raise,
Left all the World prevent what we should do,
And claim a Title in him by their praise.

V.

How fhall 1 then begin, or where conclude,
To draw a Fame fo truly Circular?
For in a round, what order can be fhew'd,
Where all the Parts fo equal perfect are?

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