Some had already touch'd the royal maid,
But Love's first fummons feldom are obey'd:
Light was the wound, the Prince's care unknown,
She might not, would not, yet reveal her own,
His glorious name had fo poffefs'd her ears,
That with delight those antique tales she hears
Of Jason, Thefeus, and such worthies old,
As with his story best resemblance hold.
And now the views, as on the wall it hung,
What old Mufæus fo divinely fung;
Which art with life and love did so inspire,
That fhe difcerns and favours that defire;
Which there provokes th' advent rous youth to swim,
And in Leander's danger pities him;
Whofe not new love alone, but fortune, feeks
To frame his story like that amorous Greek's.
For from the ftern of fome good fhip appears
A friendly light, which moderates their fears:
New courage from reviving hope they take,
And climbing o'er the waves that taper make;
On which the hope of all their lives depends,
As his on that fair Hero's hand extends.
The ship at anchor, like a fixed rock,
Breaks the proud billows which her large fides knock;
Whose rage restrained, foaming higher swells,
And from her port the weary barge repels.
Threat'ning to make her, forced out again,
Repeat the dangers of the troubled main.
Twice was the cable hurl'd in vain; the Fates
Would not be moved for our fifter ftates.
For England is the third fuccessful throw,
And then the genius of that land they know,
Whose prince must be (as their own books devise)
Lord of the scene where now his danger lies.
Well fung the Roman bard, “All human things "Of dearest value hang on flender ftrings." O fee the then fole hope, and in defign
Of Heav'n, our joy, fupported by a line!
Which for that instant was heav'n's care above,
The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove,
On which the fabrick of our world depends,
One link diffolv'd, the whole creation ends.
OF HIS MAJESTY'S
RECEIVING THE NEWS OF THE
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S DEATH.
So earnest with thy God! can no new care,
No fenfe of danger, interrupt thy pray'r?
The facred Wreftler, till a bleffing giv'n,
Quits not his hold, but halting conquers Heav'n.
Nor was the stream of thy devotion stopp'd,
When from the body fuch a limb was lopp'd,
As to thy prefent ftate was no less maim,
Tho' thy wife choice has fince repair'd the same.
Bold Homer durft not fo great virtue feign
pattern : of Patroclus flain,
In his beft
With fuch amazement as weak mothers use,
And frantick gefture, he receives the news.
Yet fell his darling by th' impartial chance
Of war, impos'd by royal Hector's lance;
Thine in full peace, and by a vulgar hand
Torn from thy bofom, left his high command.
The famous painter† could allow no place
For private forrow in a prince's face :
Yet, that his piece might not exceed belief,
He caît a veil upon fuppofed grief.
'Twas want of fuch a precedent as this
Made the old Heathen frame their gods amifs.
Their Phoebus fhould not act a fonder part
For the fair boy 4, than he did for his hart;
Nor bame for Hyacinthus' fate his own,
That kept from him wish'd death, hadft thou been
He that with thine fhall weigh good David's deeds,
Shall find his paffion nor his love exceeds :
He curs'd the mountains where his brave friend dy'd,
But let falfe Ziba with his heir divide;
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Where thy immortal love to thy bleft friends,
Like that of Heav'n, upon their feed defcends.
Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind,
God-like, unmov'd, and yet, like woman, kind!
Which of the ancient poets had not brought
Our Charles' pedigree from Heav'n, and taught How fome bright dame, comprefs'd by mighty Jove, Produc'd this mix'd Divinity and Love?
TAKING OF SALLE.
Or Jason, Thefeus, and fuch worthies old,
Light feem the tales Antiquity hastold:
Such beasts and monsters as their force oppreft,
Some places only, and fome times, infest.
Salle, that fcorn'd all pow'r and laws of men,
Goods with their owners hurrying to their den,
And future ages threat'ning with a rude
And favage race, fucceffively renew'd;
Their king defpifing with rebellious pride,
And foes profest to all the world befide;
This peft of mankind gives our hero fame,
And thro' th' obliged world dilates his name.
The Prophet once to cruel Agag faid,
As thy fierce fword has mothers childless made,
So fhall the fword make thine; and with that word 15
He hew'd the man in pieces with his sword:
Juft Charles like measure has return'd to thefe
Whose Pagan hands had ftain'd the troubled feas;
With ships they made the spoiled merchant mourn;
With fhips their city and themselves are torn.
One fquadron of our winged castles fent,
O'erthrew their fort, and all their navy rent:
For not content the dangers to increase,
And act the part of tempefts in the feas,
Like hungry wolves, thole pirate from our shore 25
While flocks of sheep, and ravish'd cattle bore.
Safely they might on other nations prey,
Fools to provoke the Sov'reign of the sea!
Mad Cacus fo, whom like ill fate perfuades,
The herd of fair Alcmena's feed invades,
Who for revenge, and mortals' glad relief,
Sack'd the dark cave, and crush'd that horrid thief.
Morocco's monarch, wondering at this fact,
Save that his prefence his affairs exact,
Had come in perfon to have feen and known
The injur'd world's revenger and his own.
Hither he fends the chief among his peers,
Who in his bark proportion'd prefents bears;
To the renown'd for piety and force,
Poor captives manumis'd, and matchlefs horfe. 40
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S
REPAIRING OF ST. PAUL'S.
THAT fhipwreck'd veffel which th’Apostle bore, Scarce fuffer'd more upon Melita's fhore,
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