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All are obnoxious! and this faulty Land,
But while we praise you, you ascribe it all Like fainting Esther, does before you stand, To his high hand, which threw the untouch'd wall Watching your sceptre: the revolted Sea
Of self-demolish'd Jericho so low : Trembles, to think she did your foes obey.
His angel 'twas, that did before you go, Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late, Tam'd savage hearts, and made affections yield, In a wild rage, became the scorn and hate
Like ears of corn when wind salutes the field. Of her proud neighbours, who began to think, Thus, patience-crown'd, like Job's, your trouble She with the weight of ber own force would sink.
ends, But you are come, and all their hopes are vain; Having your foes to pardon, and your friends : This Giant Isle has got her eye again.
For, though your courage were so firm a rock, Now, she might spare the ocean, and oppose What private virtue could endure the shock? Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes.
Like your great master, you the storm withstood, Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
And pity'd those who love with frailty show'd. Dangers abroad ; and now, your thunders shall. Rude Indians, torturing all the royal race, Princes that saw you different passions prove, Him with the throne and dear-bought sceptre grace For now they dread the object of their love, That suffers best : what region could be found, Nor without envy can behold his height,
Where your heroic head had not been crown'a ? Whose conversation was their late delight.
The next experience of your mighty mind So Semele, contented with the rape
Is, how you combat Fortune now she's kind : Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape,
And this way too you are victorious found; When she beheld his hands with lightning fillid, She flatters with the same success she frown'd. And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd. While, to yourself severe, to others kiud,
And though it be our sorrow and our crimne, With power unbounded, and a will confin'd, To have accepted life so long a time
Of this vast empire you possess the care, Without you here; yet does this absence gain The softer parts fall to the people's share. No small advantage to your present reign: Safety and equal government are things, Por, having view'd the persons and the things, Which subjects make as happy, as their kings. The councils, state, and strength, of Europe's kings, Faith, Law, and Piety (that banish'd train!) You know your work; ambition to restrain, Justice and Truth, with you retum again : And set them bounds, as Heaven does to the main. The city's trade, and country's easy life, We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught, Once more sball flourish, without fraud or strife. Not such as books, but such as practice, taught. Your reign no less assures the ploughman's peace, So the lost Sun, while least by us enjoy'd,
Than the warm sun advances his increase ; Is the whole night for our concerns employ'd : And does the shepherds as securely keep, He ripens spices, fruit, and precious gums, From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep. Which from remotest regions hither comes.
But above all, the muse-inspired train This seat of yours (from th’other world remov'd) Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again: Had Archimedes known, he might have prov'd Kind Heaven at once has, in your person, sent Ilis engine's force, fix'd here; your power and skill | Their sacred judge, their guard, and argument. Make the world's motion wait upon your will. Much suffering monarch! the first English-born,
Nec magis expressi vultus per ahenea signa, That has the crown of these three nations worn!
Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum
Horat. How has your patience with the barbarous rage
Claroruin apparent .......
ON ST. JAMES'S PARK,
AS LATELY IMPROVED BY HIS MAJESTY?
Plants set by Heaven are vanish'd, and the ground; Break forth at once, like powder set on fire, Yet the description lasts : who knows the fate And, with a noble rage their king require.
Of lines that shall thris Paradise relate? So th' injur'd Sea, which from her wonted course, Instead of rivers rolling by the side To gain some acres, avarice did force,
Of Eden's garden, here flows in the tide: If the new banks, neglected once, decay,
The sea, which always serv'd his empire, pow No longer will from her old channel stay;
Pays tribute to our prince's pleasure too. Raging, the late-got land she overflows,
Of famous cities we the founders know; And all that's built upon't to ruin goes.
But rivers, old as seas to which they go, Offenders now, the chiefest, do begin
Are Nature's bounty : 'tis of more renown To strive for grace, and expiate their sin :
To make a river, than to build a town. All winds blow fair, that did the world embroil ; For future shade, young trees upon the banks Your vipers treacle yield, and scorpions oil. Of the new stream appear in even ranks :
If then such praise the Macedonian 'got, | The voice of Orpheus, or Amphion's hand, For having rudely cut the Gordian knot ;
In better order could not make them stand. What glory's due to him, that could divide May they increase as fast, and spread their boughs, Such ravell'd interests ? has the knot unty'd, As the high fame of their great owner grows ! And, without stroke, so smooth a passage made, May he live long enough to see them all Where craft and malice such impeachments laid? Dark shadows cast, and as his palace tall ! · Alexander.
2 First printed in folio, 1661.
OF THE INVASION AND DEFEAT OF THE TURKS. Methinks I see the love that shall be made, The structure by a prelate 4 rais’d, Whitehall, The lovers walking in that amorous shade : Built with the fortune of Rome's capitol : Toe gallants daneing by the river side;
Both, disproportion'd to the present state Ther bathe in summer, and in winter slide. Of their proud founders, were approv'd by Fate. Methinks I hear the music in the boats,
From hence he does that antique piles behold, And the loud Echo which returns the notes: Where royal heads receive the sacred gold : While, overhead, a flock of newsprung fowl
It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep; Hans in the air, and does the Sun controul; There made like gods, like mortals there they sleep: Dari'ning the sky, they hover o'er 3, and shrowd Making the circle of their reign complete, The canton sailors with a feather'd cloud.
Those suns of empire! where they rise, they set. Beath, a shoal of silver fishes glides,
When others fell, this, standing, did presage Lo plays about the gilded barges' sides :
The crown should triumph over pop'lar rage: The ladies angling in the crystal lake,
Hard by that house", where all our ills were shap'd, Feast ca thé waters with the prey they take: Th’ auspicious temple stood, and yet escap'd. At gode victorious with their lines and eyes,
So, snow on Ætna does unmelted lie, They make the fishes and the men their prize. Whence rolling fames and scatter'd cinders fly; A thousand Cupids on the billows ride,
The distant country in the ruin shares, Asea-nymphs enter with the swelling tide: What falls from Heaven the burning mountain spares. Fra Thetis sent as spies, to make report,
Next, that capacious hall 7 he sees, the room And tell the wonders of her sov'reign's court.
Where the whole nation does for justice come; All that can, living, feed the greedy eye,
Under whose large roof flourishes the gown, Op dead, the palate, here you may descry; And judges grave on high tribunals frown. The cwicest things that furnish'd Noah's ark, Here, like the people's pastor, he does go, Of Peter's sheet, inhabiting this Park:
His flock subjected to his view below : AL with a border of rich fruit-trees crown'd, On which reflecting in his mighty mind, Wyse loaded branches hide the lofty mound. No private passion does indulgence find : grarious ways the spacious alleys lead, The pleasures of his youth suspended are, Vs duabtful Muse knows not what path to tread. And made a sacrifice to public care. Fader, the barvest of cold months laid up, Here, free from court compliances, he walks, Gres a fresh coolness to the royal cup:
And with himself, his best adviser, talks : The ice, like crystal, firm, and never lost, How peaceful olive may his temples shade, Temers hot July with December's frost;
For mending laws, and for restoring trade: ter's dark prison, whence be cannot fly, Or, how his brows may be with laurel charg'd; Tragh the warm Spring, his enemy, draws nigh. For nations conquer'd, and our bounds enlarg'd. strange! that extremes should thus preserve the Of ancient prudence here he ruminates, Het on the Alps, and in deep caves below. [snow, of rising kingdoms, and of falling states:
Here a well-polish'd Mall gives us the joy, What ruling arts gave great Augustus fame,
His eyes, upon his native palace 8 bent,
Close by, suggest a greater argument:
On what the world may from that star expect, Ni socer has he touch'd the flying ball,
Which at his birth appear'd; to let us see, Bat 'tis already more than half the Mall:
Day, for his sake, could with the night agree: Ad such a fury from his arm has got,
A prince, on whom such different lights did smile, As from a smoking culverin 'twere shot.
Born the divided world to reconcile ! May that ill fate his enemies befall,
Whatever Heaven, or high-extracted blood, To stand before his anger or his ball!
Could promise, or foretell, he will make good : Vear this my Muse, what most delights her, sees Reform these nations, and improve them more, A living gallery of aged trees;
Than this fair Park, from what it was before,
INVASION AND DEFEAT OF THE and bs frequenting sacred groves, grew wise.
IN THE YEAR 1683.
The modern Nimrod, with a safe delight
Pursuing beasts, that save themselves by flight; What mation shall have peace, where war be made, Grown proud, and weary of his wonted game, Letrtoin'd is in this oraculous shade;
Would Christians chase, and sacrifice to Fame. The world, from India to the frozen North,
A prince, with eunuchs and the softer sex Cocera'd in bat this solitude brings forth.
Shut up so long, would warlike nations vex, His fancy objects from his view receives;
Provoke the German, and, neglecting Heaven, The prospect thought and contemplation gives. Forget the truce for which his oath was given. That at of empire here salutes his eye, To stich three kingdoms do themselves apply;
4 Cardinal Wolsey. s Westminster Abbey.
6 House of Commons. 7 Weitminster Hall. 3 In fol. edit. 'the air they hover,' &c.
St. James's. TOL VIIL
His grand visier, presuming to invest
TO THE QUEEN, The chief imperial city of the West ), With the first charge compellid in haste to rise, UPON HER MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, AFTER HER HAPPY His treasure, tents, and cannon, left a prize:
RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS SICKNESS. The standard lost, and janizaries slain,
Farewell the year, which threaten'd so Render the hopes he gave his master vain.
The fairest light the world can show. The flying Turks, that bring the tidings home,
Welcome the new! whose every day,
Restoring what was snatch'd away
By pining sickness from the fair,
That matchless beauty does repair
So fast, that the approaching Spring
(Which does to flow'ry meadows bring
What the rude Winter from them tore) A fair example to his master gave;
Shall give her all she had before. He bassas' heads, to save his own, made fly,
But we recover not so fast And now, the sultan, to preserve, must die.
The sense of such a danger past;
We, that esteem'd you sent from Heaven,
A pattern to this island given,
To shew us what the bless'd do there, And of undoubted victory did boast.
And what alive they practis'd here, Strangled he lies ! yet seems to cry aloud,
When that which we immortal thought, To warn the mighty, and instruct the proud,
We saw so near destruction brought,
Felt all which you did then endure,
And tremble yet, as not secure.
And from a dark eclipse set free,
The influence, which we fondly fear,
Amicts our thoughts the following year.
But that which may relieve our care
Is, that you have a help so near
For all the evil you can prove; Which timely union might again restore.
The kindness of your royal love. But, sparing Turks, as if with rage possest,
He, that was never known to mourn The Christians perish, by themselves opprest :
So many kingdoms from him torn, Cities and provinces so dearly won,
His tears reserv'd for you, more dear, That the victorious people are undone !
More priz'd, than all those kingrloms were ! What angel shall descend, to reconcile
For, when no healing art prerail'd,
When cordials and elixirs fail'd,
On your pale cheek he dropt the shower,
Reviv'd you like a dying flower.
SUNG BY MRS. KNIGHT TO HER MAJESTY, ON His warrant does the Christian faith defend;
A glorious saint, a matchless queen;
Both nam'd alike, both crown'd appear, And soldiers have their portion in the fame:
The saint above, th' infanta here. In this successful union we find
May all those years, which Catharine Only the triumph of a worthy mind.
The martyr did for Heaven resign, "Tis all accomplish'd by his royal word,
Be added to the line Without unsheathing the destructive sword;
Of your blest. life among us here! Without a tax upon his subjects laid,
For all the pains that she did feel, Their peace disturb'd, their plenty, or their trade. And all the torments of her wheel, And what can they to such a prince deny,
May yon as many pleasures share! With whose desires the greatest kings comply?
May Heaven itself content The arts of peace are not to him unknown,
With Catharine the saint ! This happy way he march'd into the throne;
Without appearing old, And we owe more to Heaven, than to the sword;
An hundred times may you, The wish'd retum of so benign a lord.
With eyes as bright as now,
This welcome day behold !
OF HER MAJESTY,
ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY 1683.
How are we chang'd, since we first saw the queen!
She, like the Sun, does still the same appear, 9 Vienna.
Bright as she was at her arrival bere!
COMMENDED BY HER MAJESTY.
OF TEA...PROLOGUE FOR THE LADY-ACTORS. Time has commission mortals to impair,
While some your beauty, some your bounty sing, But things celestial is oblig'd to spare.
Your native isle does with your praises ring: May every new year find her still the same But above all, a nymph ? of your own train In health and beauty, as she hither came! Gives us your character in such a strain When lords and commons, with united voice, As none but she, who in that court did dwell, Th' infanta nam'd, approv'd the royal choice: Could know such worth, or worth describe so well. First of our queens, whom not the king alone, So, while we mortals here at Heaven do guess, But the whole nation, lifted to the throne.
And more our weakness than the place express, With like consent, and like desert, was crown'd Some angel, a domestic there, comes down, The glorious prince ', that does the Turk confound. And tells the wonders he hath seen and known, Victorious both! His conduct wins the day, And her example chases vice away. Thagh louder fame attend the martial rage,
TO THE DUCHESS OF ORLEANS, 'Tis greater glory to reform the age.
WHEN SHE WAS TAKING LEAVE OF THE COURT AT DOVER,
England first saw the light of your fair eyes.
In English too your early wit was shown:
Favour that language, which was then your own, Vaxts her myrtle, Phoebus has his bays;
When, though a child, through guards you made your Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
What fleet, or army, could an angel stay? [way: The best of queens, and best of herbs, we owe
Thrice happy Britain! if she could retain, To that bold nation, which the way did show
Whom she first bred, within her ambient main. To the fair region, where the Sun does rise,
Our late-burnt London, in apparel new, Whose rich productions we so justly prize.
Shook off her ashes to have treated you: The Muse's friend, tea, does our fancy aid,
But we must see our glory snatch'd away, Repress those vapours which the head invade,
And with warm tears increase the guilty sea : und keeps that palace of the soul serene,
No wind can favour us; howe'er it blows,
We must be wreck'd, and our dear treasure lose !
Pair, lovely, great, and best of nymphs, farewell! PROLOGUE FOR THE LADY-ACTORS:
SPOKEN BEFORE KING CHARLES II. Avaze is not with that majestic frown,
HER MAJESTY'S3 NEW BUILDINGS Bat lay aside the greatness of your crown! And for that look, which does your people awe, "ben in your throne and robes you give them law, Great queen! that does our island bless
With princes and with palaces : lay it by bere, and give a gentler smile,
Treated so ill, chas'd from your throne,
Returning, you adorn the town,
And, with a brave revenge, do shew
Their glory went and came with you.
While Peace from hence, and you, were gone, And after do as Love and Fortune will:
Your houses in that storm o'erthrown,
Those wounds which civil rage did give,
At once you pardon and relieve.
Constant to England in your love, We seem warm lovers, though our breasts be cold:
As birds are to their wonted grove ;
Though by rude hands their nests are spoil'd,
Accusing some malignant star,
Not Britain, for that fatal war,
Your kindness banishes your fear,
But what new mine this work supplies ?
This like the first creation shows,
As if at your command it rose. in peace the glory, of the British court!
Frugality and bounty too, to whose arms, the church, the state, and all (Those diff’ring virtues) meet in you ; That precious is, or sacred here, did fall.
From a confin'd, well-manag'd, store, Ages to come, that shall your bounty hear, You both employ and feed the poor. 7) think you mistress of the Indies were:
Let foreign princes vainly boast
Lady Anne Hyde.
3 Henrietta Maria, queen " John Sobieski, king of Poland.
dowager of king Charles I.
This, by the queen herself design'd,
Not Belgia's feet, (his high command) Gives us a pattern of her mind :
Which triumphs where the Sun does rise ; The state and order does proclaim
Nor all the force he leads by land, The genius of that royal dame.
Could guard him from her conquering eyes. Each part with just proportion grac'd, And all to such advantage plac'd,
Orange, with youth, experience has; That the fair view her window yields,
In action young, in council old : The town, the river, and the fields,
Orange is what Augustus was, Entering, beneath us we descry,
Brave, wary, provident, and bold. And wonder how we came so high.
On that fair tree, which bears his name, She needs no weary steps ascend;
Blossoms and fruit at once are found : All seems before her feet to bend :
In him we all admire the same, And here, as she was born, she lies;
His flow'ry youth with wisdom crown'd! High, without taking pains to rise.
Empire and freedom reconcil'd
In Holland are, by great Nassau :
Like those he sprung from, just and mild,
To willing people he gives law.
Thrice-happy pair! so near ally'd, Yet from the stain of ink preserve it white;
In royal blood, and virtue too! Whose travel o'er that silver field does show,
Now Love has you together ty’d, Like track of leverets in morning snow.
May none this triple knot undo! Love's image thus in purest minds is wrought
The church shall be the happy place Without a spot, or blemish, to the thought.
Where streams which from the same source run, Strange, that your fingers should the pencil foil,
Though divers lands awhile they grace,
Unite again, and are made one.
To hin that does protect us all,
A wall! like that which Athens had,
By th' oracle's advice, of wood :
Had theirs been such as Charles has made,
That mighty state till now had stood.
FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED THE FOREGOING COPY, WHICH
FOR MANY YEARS HAD BEEN LOST.
Nothing lies hid from radiant eyes;
TO THE PRINCE OF ORANGE,
Skill'd in the arts of war and peace;
Your nature does incline to peace.
No longer could sustain their weight;
To recommend their dying state.
Those conquer'd towns which lately cost
With the same ease they once were lost
They neither felt your sword nor fire;
And to your greatness did conspire.
When at Seneff you did expose,
Whereby you might secure your foes.
And your retreat at Charleroy;
And, Parthian-like, their foes destros,
OF THE LADY MARY,
PRINCESS OF ORANGE.
As once the lion honey gave,
Out of the strong such sweetness came; A royal hero, no less brave,
Produc'd this sweet, this lovely dame. To her, the prince that did oppose
Such mighty armies in the field, And Holland from prevailing foes
Could so well free, himself does yield.