That noble ardour, more than mortal fire,
The conquer'd ocean could not make expire;
Nor angry Thetis raise her waves above
Th' heroic's Prince's courage, or his love:
'Twas indignation, and not fear, he felt,
The shrine should perish where that image dwelt.
Ah, Love forbid! the noblest of thy train
Should not furvive to let her know his pain:
Who nor his peril minding, nor his flame,
Is entertain'd with fome lefs ferious game,
Among the bright nymphs of the Gallic Court;
All highly born, obfequious to her sport:
They rofes feem, which, in their carly pride,
But half reveal, and half their beauties hide:
She the glad morning, which her beams does throw
Upon their smiling leaves, and gilds them fo:
Like bright Aurora, whose refulgent ray
Foretels the fervour of enfuing day;

And warns the fhepherd with his flocks retreat
To leafy fhadows, from the threaten'd heat.

From Cupid's ftring of many fhafts that fled,
Wing'd with those plumes which noble Fame had shed,
As through the wondering world fhe flew, and told
Of his adventures, haughty, brave, and bold;
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 so poffet her cars,
That with delight thofe antique tales the hears

Of Jafon, Thefeus, and fuch 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 fo inspire,
That the difcerns and favours that defire
Which there provokes th' adventurous youth to swim,
And in Leander's danger pities him;

Whose not new love alone, but fortune, feeks
To frame his story like that amorous Greek's.
For from the ftern of fome good ship 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 fhip at anchor, like a fixed rock,

Breaks the proud billows which her large fides knock;
Whofe rage, restrained, foaming higher fwells,

And from her port the weary barge repels :
Threatening 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 States;
For England is the third fuccefsful throw,
And then the Genius of that land they know,
Whofe 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 strings."

O fee

O fee the then fole hope, and in defign
Of Heaven our joy, fupported by a line!
Which for that inftant was Heaven's care above,
The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove,
On which the fabric 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.

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earnest with thy God! Can no new care, No fenfe of danger, interrupt thy prayer? The facred wrestler, till a blessing given, Quits not his hold, but halting conquers Heaven: Nor was the stream of thy devotion stop'd, When from the body fuch a limb was lop'd, As to thy present state was no less maim ; Though thy wife choice has fince repair'd the fame, Bold Homer durft not fo great virtue feign In his best pattern: of Patroclus flain, With fuch amazement as weak mothers use, And frantic 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 bosom, left his high command. The famous painter † could allow no place For private forrow in a Prince's face:

* Achilles,

+ Timanthes.

Yet,

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Yet, that his piece might not exceed belief,
He cast 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, than he did for his hart:
Nor blame for Hyacinthus' fate his own, [known.
That kept from him wifh'd death, hadft thou been
He that with thine shall weigh good David's deeds,
Shall find his paffion, nor his love, exceeds:

He curft the moutains where his brave friend dy'd,
But let falfe Ziba with his heir divide:

Where thy immortal love to thy bleft frinds,
Like that of Heaven, 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's pedigree from heaven; and taught
How fome bright dame, compreft by mighty Jove,
Produc'd this mix'd Divinity and Love?

To the KING on his NAVY.

WHERE'ER thy Navy spreads her canvas wings,

Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings:

The French, and Spaniard, when thy flags appear,
Forget their hatred, and confent to fear.

So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,

And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray.

* Cypariffus.

Ships heretofore in feas like fishes sped,
The mightiest still upon the fmallest fed:
Thou on the Deep impofeft nobler laws;
And by that juftice haft remov'd the cause
Of those rude tempefts, which, for rapine fent,
Too oft, alas! involv'd the innocent.

Now fhall the Ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both those fates, of ftorms and piracy.
But we moft happy, who can fear no force
But winged troops, or Pegafean horse :
'Tis not fo hard for greedy foes to spoil
Another nation, as to touch our foil.
Should Nature's felf invade the world again,
And o'er the centre spread the liquid Main,
Thy power were fafe; and her destructive hand
Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command:
Thy dreadful Fleet would style thee Lord of all,
And ride in triumph o'er the drowned Ball:
Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go,
And vifit mountains where they once did grow.
The world's reftorer once could not indure,
That finish'd Babel fhould those men fecure,
Whose pride defign'd that fabric to have stood
Above the reach of any fecond flood:
To thee his chofen more indulgent, He
Dares truft fuch power with fo much piety.