Barr'd up th' oppreffed Paffages of Breath,
To bring him quite under the State of Death.

XCVI.

In whofe Poffeffion I must leave him now;
And now into the Ocean of New Toils,
Into the ftormy Main (where Tempefts grow
Of greater Ruins, and of greater Spoils)
Set forth my Course (to haften on my Vow)
Ov'r all the troublous Deep of these Turmoils.
And if I may but live t' attain the Shore
Of my defired End, I wish no more.

The End of the Fourth Book.

The

The HISTORY of the

CIVIL WAR.

BOOK V.

The ARGUMENT,

Henry the Vth cuts off his Enemy,
The Earl of Cambridge, that confpir'd his Death.
Henry the VIth (marry'd unluckily)
His, and his Country's Glory ruineth.

Suffolk, that made the Match, preferr'd too high
Going t' Exile, a Pyrate murthereth.

What Means the Duke of York obferv'd, to gain
The World's Good-Will, feeking the Crown t'attain.

I.

Lofe fmother'd lay the low depreffed Fire,
whofe after-iffuing Flames confounded all,
The whilft Victorious Henry did confpire
The Wreck of France, that at his Feet did fall :
Whilft Joys of gotten Spoils, and new Defire
Of greater Gain, to greater Deeds did call

*Henry V. began his Reign, March 20. 1412.

His Conqu❜ring Troops; that could no Thoughts reSave Thoughts of Glory, all that active Reign. [tain,

II.

Whom here, methinks, (as if he did appear Out of the cloudy Darkness of the Night) I do behold approach with Martial Cheer, And with a dreadful (and yet lovely) Sight: Whofe Eye gives Courage, and whofe Brow hath Both representing Terror and Delight; [Fear, And stays my Courfe, and off my Purpose breaks; And in upbraiding Words thus fiercely speaks.

"Ungrateful Times! that impioufly neglect "That Worth, that never Times again fhall fhow. "What! merits all our Toil no more Refpect? "Or elfe ftands Idlenefs afham'd to know "Those wondrous Actions, that do so object "Blame to the Wanton, Sin unto the Slow? "Can England fee the beft that She can boast "Lie thus ungrac'd, undeck'd, and almoft loft?

IV.

"Why do you feek for feigned Palladines, "(Out of the Smoak of idle Vanity)

"Who may give Glory to the true Designs "Of Bourchier, Talbot, Nevile, Willoughby? "Why should not you ftrive to fill up your Lines, "With Wonders of your own, with Verity? "T'enflame their Offspring with the Love of Good, "And glorious true Examples of their Blood.

V.

"What Everlafting Matter here is found, "Whence new Immortal Iliads might proceed! "That those whofe happy Graces do abound "In bleffed Accents, here may have to feed "Good Thoughts, on no imaginary Ground "Of hungry Shadows, which no Profit breed; "Whence, Mufick-like, inftant Delight may grow; "Yet when Men all do know, they nothing know.

VI.

"And why doft thou, in lamentable Verse, "Nothing but Blood-fhed, Treafons, Sin and Shame, "The worst of Times, th' Extreme of Ills rehearse "To raise old Stains, and to renew dead Blame? "As if the Minds of th' Evil and Perverse, "Were not far fooner trained from the fame, "By good Example of fair virtuous Acts, "Than by the Shew of foul ungodly Facts.

VII.

"Would God our Times had had fome facred [Wight, "Whose words as happy as our Swords had been "To have prepar'd for us Trophies aright "Of undecaying Frames t' have rested in; "Triumphant Arks of perdurable Might: "O Holy Lines! that fuch Advantage win "Upon the Scythe of Time, in Spite of Years: "How blessed they, who gain what never wears!

"Shall perish near as foon as it is done?

"What is that Glory we attain unto

"With all our Toil, if loft as foon as won ? "A fmall Requital for fo great ado,

"Is this poor present Breath, a Smoak foon gone;

"Or these dumb Stones, erected for our Sake: "Which formless Heaps few stormy Changes make.

IX.

“Tell Great ELIZA, ( fince her Days are grac'd "With those Bright Ornaments to Us deny'd) "That She repair what Darkness hath defac'd, "And get our ruin'd Deeds re-edify'd.

"She! in whofe all-directing Eye is plac'd "A Pow'r, the Higheft Pow'rs of Wit to guide; "She may command the Work, and over-fee "The Holy Frame, that might Eternal be.

X.

"For would She be content that Time fhould make "A rav'nous Prey upon her Glorious Reign; ""That Darkness and the Night fhould overtake "So clear a Brightness fhining without Stain? "Ah! no: She fofters fome, no doubt, that wake "For her Eternity, with pleafing Pain. "And if She for Her Self prepare this Good, "Let her not so neglect Those of her Blood.

XI.

This that Great Monarch Henry seem'd to crave:
When (weighing what a Holy Motive here
Virtue propos'd, and fit for him to have,

Whom all Times ought of Duty hold moft dear)
I figh'd---and with'd that fome would take t'engrave,
With curious Hand, fo proud a Work to rear,
(To grace the prefent, and to bless Times paft)
That might for ever to our Glory laft!