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Yet for his pains he soon did him remove, From all th' oppression and the woe Of his frail body's native soil below, To his soul's true and peaceful country above: So godlike kings, for secret causes, known Sometimes, but to themselves alone, One of their ablest ministers elect, And sentabroad to treaties, which they' intend Shall never take effect; But, though the treaty wants a happy end, The happy agent wants not the reward, For which he labour'd faithfully and hard; His just and righteous master calls him home And gives him, near himself, some honourable room.
Noble and great endeavours did he bring , To save his country, and restore his king; And, whilst the manly half of him (which those Who know not love, to be the whole suppose) Perform'd all parts of Virtue's vigorous life; The beauteous half, his lovely wife, Did all his labours and his cares divide ; Nor was a lame nor paralytic side: In all the turns of human state, And all th' unjust attacks of Fate, She bore her share and portion still, And would not suffer any to be ill. Unfortunate for ever let me be, If I believe that such was he Whom in the storms of bad success, And all that errour calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wife did still accompany;
With these companions 'twas not strange That nothing could his temper change. His own and country's union had not weight Enough to crush his mighty mind: He saw around the hurricanes of state, Fixt as an island 'gainst the waves and wind. Thus far the greedy sea may reach; All outward things are but the beach; A greatman's soul it doth assault in vain.' Their God himself the ocean doth restrain With an imperceptible chain, And bid it to go back again. His wisdom, justice, and his piety, , His courage both to suffer and to die, His virtues, and his lady too, Were things celestial. And we see, In spite of quarrelling Philosophy, How in this case 'tis certain found, That Heavenstands still, and only Earth goes round.
upon DR. HARVEY.
Coy Nature (which remain'd, though aged grown,
His passage after her withstood. What should she do 2 through all the moving wood Of lives endow’d with sense she took her flight: Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in sight. But as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood, She leap'd at last into the winding streams of blood; Of man's meander all the purple reaches made, Till at the heart she stay’d; Where turning head, and at a bay, Thus by well-purged ears was she o'erheard to say;
“Here sure shall I be safe” (said she)
He the young practice of new life did see, Whilst, to conceal its toilsome poverty, It for a living wrought, both hard and privately. Before the liver understood The noble scarlet dye of blood; Before one drop was by it made, Or brought into it, to set up the trade; Before the untaught heart began to beat The tuneful march to vital heat; From all the souls that living buildings rear, Whether employ'd for earth, or sea, or air; Whether it in womb or egg be wrought; A strict account to him is hourly brought How the great fabric does proceed, What time, and what materials, it does need; He so exactly does the work survey, As if he hir'd the workers by the day.
Thus Harvey sought for truth in Truth's own book,
From all inveterate diseases free,
Purg’d of old errours by thy care, New dieted, put forth to clearer air;
It now will strong and healthful prove; Itself before lethargic lay, and could not move!
These useful secrets to his pen we owe
And thousands more 'twas ready to bestow;
Of which a barbarous war's unlearned rage Has robb'd the ruin’d age:
O cruel loss! as if the golden fleece,
ODE, FRO.M CATULLUS.
acMe AND septimius.
Whilst on Septimius' panting breast
“My dearest Acme, if I be
The god of love, who stood to hear him
“My little life, my all!” (said she)
This good omenthus from Heaven Like a happy signal given, Their loves and lives (all four) embrace, Aud hand in hand run all the race. To poor Septimius (who did now Nothing else but Acme grow) - Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne;
And to faithful Acme's mind
Upon his MAJESTY's Restor ATION AND RETURN.
—Quod optanti divām promittere memo Auderet, volvenda dies, en, attulit ultro. Virg.
Now blessings on you all, ye peaceful stars,
Which could out-facethesun,andovercome the day,
Auspicious star! again arise, And take thy noon-tide station in the skies, Again all heaven prodigiously adorn; For lo! thy Charles again is born. He then was born with and to pain; With and to joy he’s born again. And, wisely for this second birth, By which thou certain were to bless The land with full and flourishing happiness, Thou mad'st of that fair month thy choice, In which heaven, air, and sea, and earth, And all that's in them, all, does smile and does reioice. 'Twas * right season; and the very ground Ought with a face of Paradise to be found, Then, when we were to entertain Felicity and Innocence again. Shall we again (good Heaven!) that blessed pairbohold, Which the abused people fondly sold For the bright fruit of the forbidden tree, By seeking all like gods to be 2 Will Peace her halcyon nest venture to build Upon a shore with shipwrecks fill’d, And trust that sea, where she can hardly say She has known these twenty years one calmy day?
* The star that appeared at noon, the day of
the king's birth, just as the king his father was
riding to St. Paul's to give thanks to God for that lessing.
Ah! mild and gall-less dove, Which dost the pure and candid dwellings love, Canst thou in Albion still delight? Still canst thou think it white * Will ever fair Religion appear In these deform'd ruins? will she clear Th’Augean stables of her churches here? Will Justice hazard to be seen Where a high court of justice e'er has been? Will not the tragic scene, And Bradshaw's bloody ghost, affright her there, Her, who shall never fear? Then may Whitehall for Charles's seat be fit, If Justice shall endure at Westminster to sit.
Of all, methinks, we least should see The chearful looks again of Liberty. That name of Cromwell, which does freshly still The curses of so many sufferers fill, Is still enough to make her stay, Andjealous for a while remain, Lest, as a tempest carried him away, Some hurricane should bring him back again. Or, she might justlier be afraid Lest that greatserpent, which was all a tail, (And in his poisonous folds whole nations prisoners made) Should a third time perhaps prevail To join again, and with worse sting arise, As it had done when cut in pieces twice, Return, return, ye sacred Four ! And dread your perish’d enemies no more. Your fears are causeless all, and vain, Whilst you return in Charles's train; For God does him, that he might you, restore, Nor shall the world him only call Defender of the Faith, but of you all. Along with you plenty and riches go, With a full tide to every port they flow, With a warmfruitful wind o'er all the country blow. Honour does, as ye march, her trumpet sound, The Arts encompass you around, And, against all alarms of Fear, Safety itself brings up the rear. And, in the head of this angelic band, Lo! how the goodly prince at last does stand (O righteous God!) on his own happy land: 'Tis happy now, which could with so much ease Recover from so desperate a disease; A various complicated ill, Whose every symptom was enough to kill; In which one part of three frenzy possest, And lethargy the rest: 'Tis happy, which no bleeding does endure, A surfeit of such blood to cure: 'Tis happy, which beholds the flame In which by hostile hands it ought to burn, Or that which, if from Heaven it came, It did but well deserve, all into bonfire turn. We fear'd (and almost touch'd the black degree Of instant expectation) That the three-dreadful angels we, Of famine, sword, and plague, should here establish'd see, (God's great triumvirate of desolation!) To scourge and to destroy the sinful nation. Justly might Heaven Protectors such as those, And such committees, for their safety, impose Upon a land which scarcely better chose.
We fear'd, that the famatic war,
A sure destruction on our own.
“Of all those endless mischiefs that befel
The sacred town which God had lov’d so well,
Already was the shaken nation Into a wild and deform'd chaos brought, And it was hasting ou (we thought) Even to the last of ills—annihilation: When, in the midst of this confused night, Lo! the blest Spirit mov’d, “and there was light;" For, in the glorious general’s previous ray, We saw a new created day: We by it saw, though yet in mists it shone, The beauteous work of Order moving on. Where are the men who bragg'd that Goddid bless, And with the marks of good success Sign his allowance of their wickedness? Wain men! who thought the Divine Power to find In the fierce thunder and the violent wind: God came not till the storm was past; In the still voice of Peace he came at last! The cruel business of destruction May by the claws of the great fiend be done; Here, here we see th' Almighty's hand indeed, Both by the beauty of the work we see’t, and by the speed.
He who had seen the noble British heir,
Did in their fire, without consuming, shine—
How through a rough Red-sea they had beended,
The martyrs' blood was said, of old, to be The seed from whence the church did grow. The royal blood which dying Charles did sow Becomes no less the seed of royalty: 'Twas in dishonour sown; We find it now in glory grown, The grave could but the dross of it devour; “”Twas sown in weakness, and ’tis rais'd in power.” We now the question well decided see, Which eastern wits did once contest, At the great monarch's feast, “Of all on earth what things the strongest be?” And some for women, some for wine, did plead; That is, for folly and for rage, Two things which we have known indeed Strong in this latter age; But, as 'tis prov’d by Heaven, at length, The king and Truth have greatest strength, When they their sacred force unite, And twine into one right: No frantic commonwealths or tyrannies; No cheats, and perjuries, and lies; No nets of human policies; No stores of arms or gold (though you could join Those of Peru to the great London mine); No towns; no fleets by sea, or troops by land; No deeply-entrench'd islands, can withstand, Or any small resistance bring, Against the naked Truth and the unarmed king.
The foolish lights which travellers beguile
Man ought his future happiness to fear,
The circumcision of the chosen race.
Besides, ev'n in this world below, To those who never did ill-fortune know, The good does nauseous or insipid grow. Consider man's whole life, and you'll confess The sharp ingredient of some bad success Is that which gives the taste to all his happiness. But the true method of felicity Is, when the worst Of human life is plac'd the first, And when the child's correction proves to be The cause of perfecting the man: Let our weak days lead up the van; Let the brave second and Triarian band Firm against all impression stand: The first we may defeated see; The virtue of the force of these are sure of vic. tory.
Such are the years, great Charles! which now we
So, when the wisest poets seek
Nor without cause are arms from Heaven, To such a hero by the poets given No human metal isof force t” oppose So many and so violent blows,
Such was the helmet, breast-plate, shield Which Charles in all attacks did wield: And all the weapons Malice e'er could try, Of all the several makes of wicked Policy, Against this armour struck, but at the stroke, Like swords of ice, in thousand pieces broke. To angels and their brethren spirits above, No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove, As when they great misfortunes see With courage borne, and decency. So were they borne when Worcester's dismal day Did all the terrours of black Fate display! So were they borne when no disguises' cloud His inward royalty could shrowd; And one of th' angels whom just God did send To guard him in his noble flight (A troop of angels did him then attend!) Assur'd me, in a vision th' other night, That he (and who could betterjudge than he?) Did then more greatness in him see, More lustre and more majesty, Than all his colonation-pomp can show to human eye.
Him and his royal brothers when I saw
And look like heavenly saints e'en in their pur
gatory; Methought I saw the three Judean youths (Three unhurt martyrs for the noblest truths!) In the Chaldean furnace walk; How cheerfully and unconcern'd they talk! No hair is sing'd, no smallest beauty blasted! Like painted lamps they shine unwasted' The greedy fire itself dares not be fed With the blest oil of an anointed head. The honourable flame (Which rather light we ought to name) Loes like a glory compass them around, And their whole body's crown'd. What are those two bright creatures which we see Walk with the royal three In the same ordeal fire, Aud mutual joys inspire * Sure they the beauteous sisters are, Who, whilst they seek to bear their share, Will suffer no affiiction to be there. Less favour to those three of old was shown : To solace with their company The fiery trials of adversity Two angels join with these, the other had but une.
Come forth, come forth, ye men of God belov'd
The starry worlds, which shine to us, afar,
Where's now the royal mother, where,
To take her mighty share In this so ravishing sight, And, with the part she takes, to add to the de
Ah! why art thou nothere, Thou always best, and now the happiest queen 1 To see our joy, and with new joy be seen; God has a bright example made of thee,
To show that woman-kind may be Above that sex which her superior seems, In wisely managing the wide extremes Of great affliction, great Felicity. How well those different virtues thee become, Daughter of triumphs, wife of martyrdom Thy princely mind with so much courage bore Affliction, that it dares return no more; With so much goodness us’d felicity, That it cannot refrain from coming back to thee; 'Tis come, and seem to-day in all its bravery !
Who's that heroic person leads iton,
And ill should we deserve this happy day,