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When factious rage to cruel exile drove
The Queen of Beauty, and the court of Love,
The Muses droop’d, with their forsaken arts,
And the sad Cupids broke their useless darts;
Our fruitful plains to wilds and desarts turn’d,
Like Eden's face, when banish'd man it mourn'd.
Love was no more, when loyalty was gone,
The great supporter of his awful throne.
Love could no longer after beauty stay,
But wander'd northward to the verge
As if the sun and he had lost their way.
But now the illustrious nymph, return'd again,
Brings every grace triumphant in her train.
The wondering Nereids, though they raised no storm,
Foreslow'd her passage, to behold her form:
Some cried a Venus, some a Thetis past;
But this was not so fair, nor that so chaste.
Far from her sight flew Faction, Strife, and Pride ;
And Envy did but look on her, and died.
Whate'er we suffer'd from our sullen fate,
Her sight is purchased at an easy rate.
Three gloomy years against this day were set ;
But this one mighty sum has cleard the debt :
Like Joseph's dream, but with a better doom,
The famine past, the plenty still to come.
For her, the weeping heavens become serene;
For her, the ground is clad in cheerful green ;
For her, the nightingales are taught to sing,
And Nature has for her delay'd the spring.
The Muse resumes her long-forgotten lays,
And Love, restored, his ancient realm surveys,
Recals our beauties, and revives our plays,
His waste dominions peoples once again,
And from her presence dates his second reign.
But awful charms on her fair forehead sit,
Dispensing what she never will admit;
Pleasing, yet cold, like Cynthia's silver beam,
The people's wonder, and the poet's theme.
Distemper'd zeal, sedition, canker'd hate,
No more shall vex the church, and tear the state;
No more shall faction civil discords move,
Or only discords of too tender love :
Discord, like that of music's various parts ;
Discord, that makes the harmony of hearts;
Discord, that only this dispute shall bring,
Who best shall love the Duke, and serve the King.
TRIUMPH OF THE BRITISH MONARCHY.
These verses have been recovered by Mr Malone, and are transferred, from his Life of Dryden, into the present collection of his works. John Northleigh was, by profession, a student of law, though he afterwards became a physician; and was in politics a keen Tory. He wrote “ The Parallel, or the New Specious Association, an old rebellious Covenant, closing with a disparity between a true Patriot and a factious Associator.” London, 1682, folio. This work was anonymous; but attracted so much applause among the High-churchmen, that, according to Wood, Dr Lawrence Womack called the author" an excellent person, whose name his own modesty, or prudence, as well as the
, iniquity of the times, keeps from us.
Proceeding in the same track of politics, Northleigh published two pamphlets on the side of the Tories, in the dispute between the Petitioners and Abhorrers; and finally produced, “The Triumph of our Monarchy, over the Plots and Principles of our Rebels and Republicans, being Remarks on their most Eminent
Libels. London, 1685.” This last publication called forth the following lines from our author.
Northleigh was the son of a Hamburgh merchant, and born in that city. He became a student in Exeter College, in 1674, aged 17 years; and was, it appears, studying law in the Inner Temple in 1685, when his book was published. He was then, consequently, about 28 years old ; so that his genius was not peculiarly premature, notwithstanding our author's compliment. He afterwards took a medical degree at Cambridge, and practised physic at Exeter.—WOOD, Athence Oxon. Vol. II. p.
So Joseph, yet a youth, expounded well
The boding dream, and did the event foretell ;
Judged by the past, and drew the Parallel.
Thus early Solomon the truth explored,
The right awarded, and the babe restored.
Thus Daniel, ere to prophecy he grew,
The perjured Presbyters did first subdue,
And freed Susanna from the canting crew.
Well may our monarchy triumphant stand,
While warlike James protects both sea and land;
And, under covert of his seven-fold shield,
Thou send'st thy shafts to scour the distant field.
By law thy powerful pen has set us free;
Thou studiest that, and that may study thee.