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VII.

No borrow'd bays his temples did adorn,

But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring; Nor was his virtue poison'd foon as born,

With the too early thoughts of being king.
VIII.

Fortune, that easy mistress to the young,

But to her ancient fervants coy and hard, Him at that age her favourites rank'd among, When she her beft-lov'd Pompey did discard. IX.

He private mark'd the fault of others sway.
And fet as fea-marks for himself to fhun:
Not like rash monarchs, who their youth betray
By acts their age too late would wish undone.

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X.

dominion was not his defign;

We owe that bleffing, not to him, but heav'n, Which to fair acts unfought rewards did join; Rewards, that lefs to him than us were given. XI.

Our former chiefs, like fticklers of the war,
First fought t'inflame the parties, then to poise:
The quarrel lov'd, but did the cause abhor;
And did not strike to hurt, but make a noise.

XII.

War, our consumption, was their gainful trade :
We inward bled, whilft they prolong'd our pain;
He fought to end our fighting, and effay'd

To ftaunch the blood by breathing of the vein.
XIII.

Swift and refiftless through the land he past,
Like that bold Greek who did the Eaft fubdue,
And made to battles fuch heroic hafte,

As if on wings of victory he flew.
XIV.

He fought secure of fortune as of fame :

Still by new maps, the island might be shewn, Of conquefts, which heftrew'd where-e'er he came, Thick as the galaxy with stars is sown.

XV.

His palms, tho under weights they did not stand, Still thriv'd; no winter could his laurels fade : Heav'n in his portrait shew'd a workman's hand, And drew it perfect, yet without a shade.

XVI.

Peace was the prize of all his toil and care,

Which war had banish'd, and did now restore : Bologna's walls thus mounted in the air,

To feat themselves more furely than before.

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XVII.

Her fafety refcu'd Ireland to him owes ;
And treacherous Scotland to no intereft true,
Yet bleft that fate which did his arms dispose
Her land to civilize, as to fubdue.

XVIII.

Nor was he like those stars which only shine,
When to pale mariners they ftorms portend:
He had his calmer influence, and his mien
Did love and majesty together blend.
XIX.

"Tis true, his count'nance did imprint an awe;
And naturally all fouls to his did bow,
As wands of divination downward draw,
And pointto beds where fov'reign gold doth grow.
XX.

When paft all off'rings to Feretrian Jove,

He Mars depos'd, and arms to gowns made yield;
Successful councils did him foon approve

As fit for close intrigues, as open field.
XXI.

To fuppliant Holland he vouchsaf'd a peace,
Our once bold rival of the British main,
Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease,
And buy our friendship with her idol, gain.

XXII.

Fame of th'afferted fea through Europe blown,

Made France and Spain ambitious of his love; Each knew that fide muft conquer he would own; And for him fiercely, as for empire, ftrove. XXIII.

No fooner was the Frenchman's cause embrac'd, Than the light Monfieur the grave Don out

weigh'd:

His fortune turn'd the scale where'er 'twas caft;

Tho Indian mines were in the other laid.

XXIV.

When absent, yet we conquer'd in his right:
For tho fome meaner artist's skill were fhown

In mingling colours, or in placing light;
Yet ftill the fair defignment was his own.
XXV.

For from all tempers he could service draw;
The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew,
And, as the confident of nature, faw

How the complexions did divide and brew,
XXVI.

Or he their fingle virtues did furvey,

By intuition in his own large breast,

Where all the rich ideas of them lay,

That were the rule and measure to the reft,

XXVII.

When fuch heroic virtue heaven fets out,

The stars, like commons, fullenly obey; Because it drains them when it comes about, And therefore is a tax they feldom pay. XXVIII.

From this high spring our foreign conquests flow,
Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend;
Since their commencement to his arms they owe,
If fprings as high as fountains may afcend.

XXIX.

He made us free-men of the continent,
Whom nature did like captives treat before;
To nobler preys the English lion fent,
And taught him firft in Belgian walks to roar.
XXX.

That old unqueftion'd pirate of the land,
ProudRome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard;
And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand,
Altho an Alexander were her guard.
XXXI.

By his command we boldly cross'd the line,
And bravely fought where southern stars arise;
We trac'd the far-fetch'd gold unto the mine,
And that which brib'd our fathers made our prize.

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