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In fight of their dear country ruin'd be,

Without the guilt of either rock, or fea!

What they would fpare, our fiercer art destroys,
Surpaffing ftorms in terror, and in noife.

Once JovE from IDA did both hosts survey,
And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray:
Here, heav'n in vain that kind retreat fhould found:
The louder cannon had the thunder drown'd.
Some, we made prize; while others, burnt and rent,
With their rich lading to the bottom went:

Down finks at once (fo Fortune with us fports!)
The pay of armies, and the pride of Courts.
Vain man! whose rage buries as low that ftore,
As avarice had dig'd for it before :

What earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep
From greedy hands, lies fafer in the Deep:
Where THETIS kindly does from mortals hide
Thofe feeds of luxury, debate, and pride.
And now, into her lap the richest prize
Fell, with the nobleft of our enemies:
The Marquis, (glad to fee the fire destroy

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Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy)
Out from his flaming ship his children fent,
To perish in a milder element:

Then laid him by his burning Lady's fide;
And, fince he could not fave her, with her dy'd.
Spices, and gums, about them melting fry,
And, phoenix-like, in that rich neft they dye:
Alive, in flames of equal love they burn'd;
And now, together are to ashes turn'd:

Ashes! more worth than all their fun'ral coft;
Than the huge treasure which was with them loft.

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These dying lovers, and their floating fons,
Sufpend the fight, and filence all our guns:
Beauty, and youth, about to perish, finds
Such noble pity in brave ENGLIH minds;
That, (the rich spoil forgot, their valor's prize,)
. All labor now to fave their enemies.

How frail our paffions! how foon changed are
Our wrath, and fury, to a friendly care!
They that but now for honor, and for plate,
Made the fea blush with blood, refign their hate;
And, their young foes indeav'ring to retrieve,
With greater hazard than they fought, they dive.
With these returns victorious MONTAGU,

With laurels in his hand, and half PERU.
Let the brave Generals divide that bough,
Our great PROTECTOR hath such wreaths enough :
His conqu❜ring head has no more room for bays.
Then let it be, as the glad nation prays:
Let the rich ore forthwith be melted down,
And the ftate fix'd by making him a crown:
With ermin clad, and purple, let him hold
A royal fceptre, made of SPANISH gold.

Upon the Death of the LORD PROTECTOR.

WE

E must refign! heav'n his great foul does claim
In ftorms, as loud as his immortal fame:
His dying groans, his last breath shakes our Isle;
And trees uncut fall for his fun'ral pile:

About his palace their broad roots are toft
Into the air. So Ro MULUS was lost!

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New ROME in fuch a tempest miss'd her King;
And, from obeying, fell to worshipping.

On OETA's top thus HERCULES lay dead,
With ruin'd oaks, and pines, about him spread.
The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear
On his victorious head, lay proftrate there.
Those his last fury from the mountain rent:
Our dying Hero, from the continent

Ravish'd whole towns; and forts from SPANIARDS reft,
As his laft legacy to BRITAIN left.

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

Ungrateful then! if we no tears allow
To him, that gave us peace, and empire too.
Princes, that fear'd him, grieve; concern'd to fee
No pitch of glory from the grave is free.
Nature her felf took notice of his death,
And, fighing, fwell'd the fea with fuch a breath,
That, to remoteft fhores her billows roul'd,
Th' approaching fate of their great ruler told.

To the KING, upon his MAJESTY'S happy Return.

HE rifing fun complies with our weak fight,

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First gilds the clouds, then fhews his globe of light At fuch a distance from our eyes, as tho'

He knew what harm his hafty beams would do.
But your full majefty at once breaks forth
In the meridian of your reign. Your worth,
Your youth, and all the fplendor of your state,
(Wrap'd up, 'till now, in clouds of adverfe Fate!)
With fuch a flood of light invade our eyes,
And our spread hearts with so great joy furprize;
That, if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, SIR! too hastily forgive.
Our guilt preferves us from th' excess of joy,
Which scatters fpirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land,
Like fainting ESTHER, does before you stand,
Watching your fceptre: the revolted fea
Trembles, to think he did your foes obey.
GREAT BRITAIN, like blind POLYPHEME, of late,
In a wild rage, became the fcorn, and hate,
Of her proud neighbours; who began to think,
She, with the weight of her own force, would fink.
But you are come, and all their hopes are vain ;
This Giant-Ifle has got her eye again.
Now, fhe might spare the ocean; and oppofe
Your conduct to the fierceft of her foes.
Naked, the GRACES guarded you from all
Dangers abroad; and now, your thunder fhall.

Princes

Princes that faw you diff'rent paffions prove;
For now they dread the object of their love;
Nor without envy can behold his height,
Whose converfation was their late delight.
So SEMELE, contented with the rape
Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape;
When she beheld his hands with lightning fill'd,
And his bright rays, was with amazement kill'd.
And tho' it be our forrow, and our crime,
To have accepted life fo long a time
Without you here; yet does this absence gain
No small advantage to your prefent reign.

For, having view'd the perfons, and the things,
The councils, state, and strength of EUROPE'S Kings,
You know your work; ambition to restrain,

And fet them bounds, as heav'n does to the Main.
We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught,
Not fuch as books, but fuch as practise, taught.
So the loft fun, while leaft by us enjoy'd,
Is the whole night, for our concern, imploy'd:
He ripens fpices, fruit, and pretious gums,
Which from remotest regions hither comes.

This feat of yours (from th' other world remov'd) Had ARCHIMEDES known, he might have prov'd His engine's force, fix'd here: your pow'r, and skill, Make the world's motion wait upon your will.

Much-fuff'ring Monarch! the first ENGLISH-born, That has the crown of these three nations worn! How has your patience, with the barb'rous rage Of your own foil, contended half an age? Till (your try'd virtue, and your facred word At last preventing your unwilling fword) G 4

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