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LAOMEDON, that had the Gods in pay, Neptune, with him * that rules the sacred day, Cou'd no such structure raise: T'Roy wall’d so high, Th’ ATRIDES might as well have forc'd the sky.

Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour kings, To see such pow'rs employ'd in peaceful things : They list, not urge it to the dreadful field; The task is easier to destroy, than build.

Of my Lady Isabella playing on the Flute. Such moving sounds, from such a careless touch! So unconcern’d herself, and we so much! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? The trembling strings about her fingers crow'd, And tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud : Small force there needs to make them tremble so; Touch'd by that hand who wou'd not tremble too? Here Love takes stand, and while she charms the

ear, Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer:

* * * Sic gratia Regum Pieriis tentata niodis * * *


Mnsic so softens, and disarms the mind,
That not an arrow does resistance find.
Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts herself the triumph of her eyes :
So Nero once, with harp in hand survey'd
His flaming ROME, and as it burn'd.he play'd.

Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.

We must resign! heav'n his great soul does claim
In storms, as loud as his immortal fame.:
His dying groans, his last breath shakes our isle;.
And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile:
About his palace their broad roots are tost
Into the air-So ROMULUS was lost!
New Rome in such a tempest miss'd her king,
And, from obeying, fell to worshipping.
On Oeta's top thus HERCULES lay dead,
With ruin'd racks, and pines, about him spread.
The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear
On his victorious head, lay prostrate there.
Those his last fury from the mountain sent :
Our dying hero from the continent.
Ravish'd whole towns; and forts from Spaniards

As his last legacy to Britain left:

The ocean, which so long our hopes confined,
Could give no limits to his vaster mind,
Our bounds' enlargement was his latest toil ;
Nor hath he left us pris'ners to our isle:
Under the tropic is our language spoke :
And part of FLANDERS hath receiv'd our yoke,
From civil broils he did us disengage;
Found nobler objects for our martial rage :
And with wise conduct, to his country show'd
The antient way of conquering abroad.

U eful then ! if we no tears allow
To him, that gave us peace, and empire too.
Princes that fear'd him, grieve; concern'd to see
No pitch of glory from the grave is free.
Nature herself took notice of his death,
And, sighing, swellid the sea with such a breath,
That, to remotest shores her billows rollid,
Th' approaching fate of their great ruler told.

To the King, upon His Majesty's Happy Return.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight,
First gilds the clouds, then shews his globe of light
At such a distance from our eyes, as tho'
He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.


your full majesty at once breaks forth In the meridian of your reign. Your worth, Your youth, and all the splendor of your state, (Wrap'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse Fate !) With such a flood of light invade our eyes, And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize ; That, if your grace incline that we should live, You must not, Sir! too hastily forgive. Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy, Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.

All are obnoxious! and this faulty land, Like fainting Esther, does before you stand, Watching your sceptre : the revolted sea Trembles to think she did your foes obey.

GREAT BRITAIN, the blind POLYPHEME, of late, In a wild rage, became the scorn, and hate, Of her proud neighbours ; who began to think, She, with the weight of her own force, would sink. But you are come, and all their hopes are vain; This giant-isle has got her eye again. Now, she might spare the ocean; and oppose Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes. Naked, the GRACEs guarded you from all Dangers abroad; and now, your thunder shall. Princes that saw you different passions prove; For now they dread the object of their love


Nor without envy can behold his height,
Whose conversation was their late delight.
So SEMELE, contented with the rape
Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape ;
When she beheld his hand with light'ning fillid,
And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd.

And tho’ it be our sorrow, and our crime,
To have accepted life so long a time

you here; yet does this absence gain
No small advantage to your present reign.
For, having view'd the persons, and the things,
The councils, state, and strength of Europe's kings,
You know your work ; ambition to restrain,
And set them bounds, as heav'n does to the main.
We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught,
Not such as books, but such as practice, taught.
So the lost sun, while least by us enjoy'd,
Is the whole night, for our concern, employd :
He ripens spices, fruit, and precious gums,
Which, from remotest regions, hither comes.

This seat of yours (from th' other world remov'd) Had Archimedes known, he might have prov'd His engin's force, fix'd here : your pow'r and skill, Makes the world's motion wait upon your will. Much-suff'ring Monarch ! the first ENGLISH

born, That has the crown of these three nations worn!

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