Their weekly frauds his keen replies detect; Once more, my fainting muse, thy pinions try, With wonder late posterity shall dwell Thy strains shall be our slumbering prophets' dream, How fierce his satire loos'd; restrain'd, how tame; No page of thine that fears the strictest view, 1055 What praise for such rich strains shall we allow ? What just rewards the grateful crown bestow? While bees in flowers rejoice, and flowers in dew, While stars and fountains to their course are true: While Judah's throne and Sion's rock stand fast, The song of Asaph and the fame shall last. 1070 Still Hebron's honour'd happy soil retains 1065 Our royal hero's beauteous dear remains; Who now sails off, with winds nor wishes slack, To bring his sufferings' bright companion back. But e'er such transport can our sense employ, A bitter grief must poison half our joy ; Nor can our coasts restor❜d those blessings see Without a bribe to envious destiny! Curs'd Sodom's doom for ever fix the tide Where by inglorious chance the valiant died. Give not insulting Askalon to know, Nor let Gath's daughters triumph in our woe! No sailor with the news swell Egypt's pride, By what inglorious fate our valiant died! Weep, Arnon! Jordan, weep thy fountains dry! While Sion's rock dissolves for a supply. 1075 1080 Calm were the elements, night's silence deep, The waves scarce murm'ring, and the winds asleep; Yet fate for ruin takes so still an hour, And treacherous sands the princely bark devour; Each life had on his slaughter'd heap retir'd, And dying e'en o'er that they triumph too; 1105 But far remov'd in thundering camps is found, His slumbers short, his bed the herbless ground: In tasks of danger always seen the first, Feeds from the hedge, and slakes with ice his thirst, Long must his patience strive with fortune's rage, And long opposing gods themselves engage, Must see his country flame, his friends destroy'd, Before the promis'd empire be enjoy'd: Such toil of fate must build a man of fame, 1115 And such, to Israel's crown, the godlike David came. What sudden beams dispel the clouds so fast, Whose drenching rains laid all our vineyards waste? 1120 The spring so far behind her course delay'd, Our crimes to pardon e'er they touch'd our land. 1131 1129 Welcome to Israel] The Duke of Buckingham gave this character of the two royal brothers-that Charles could see things if he would, and James would see things if he could. The conduct of James, and his behaviour in his visit to Oxford, is marvellously weak, preposterous, and absurd. It is recorded in Anthony Wood's life-Charles II. used to say with respect to the mistresses of his brother, which were plain and homely, that his confessor had imposed such mistresses upon him as Mrs. Williams, Lady Bellasyse, Mrs. Sedley, and Mrs. Churchill, by way of penance. Charles II.'s favourite mistress retained her beauty till near seventy years of age. Sir Peter Lely, in a high strain of flattery, drew her portrait, and that of her son the Duke of Richmond, as a Madonna and Child, for a convent in France. Dr. J. W. 1131 This year did Ziloah rule Jerusalem, &c.] Sir John Moor, Lord Mayor of London in 1681, and one of the representatives of the city in parliament, was a most zealous and corrupt partisan of the court. He nominated two sheriffs 48 POEMS OF DRYDEN. 1135 And boldly all sedition's surges stem, whom he knew would be perfectly subservient to the ministry and the arbitrary measures of the king. Dr. J. W. In a congratulatory poem, addressed to Sir William Pritchard (the successor of Sir John Moor), published on a half sheet in 1682, the humble bard hurls his indignation, not without an allusion to Dryden's poem, against 'That long-ear'd rout, and their Achitophel, That think it sin to live and not rebel; Those pious elders, that Geneva rabble, That hope, once more, to make old Paul's a stable.' T. |