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No borrow'd bays his temples did adorn,

But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring;
Nor was his virtue poison'd soon as born,
With the too early thoughts of being king.

Fortune, that easy mistress to the young,

But to her ancient servants coy and hard,
Him at that


her favourites rank'd among, When she her best-lov’d Pompey did discard.

He private mark'd the fault of others sway.

And set as sea-marks for himself to shun: Not like rash monarchs, who their youth betray By acts their age too late would wish undone.

X. And

yet dominion was not his design;
We owe that blessing, not to him, but heav'n,
Which to fair acts unfought rewards did join ;
Rewards, that less to him than us were given.

Our former chiefs, like sticklers 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.

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War, our consumption, was their gainful trade :

We inward bled, whilst they prolong’d our pain;
He fought to end our fighting, and essay'd
To staunch the blood by breathing of the vein.

Swift and resistless through the land he past,

Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue,
And made to battles such heroic haste,
As if on wings of victory he flew.

He fought secure of fortune as of fame :

Still by new maps, the island might be shewn,
Of conquests, which hestrew'd where-e’erhecame;
Thick as the galaxy with stars is sown.

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.

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 seat themselves more surely than before.

Her safety rescu'd Ireland to him owes ;

And treacherous Scotland to no interest true, Yet bleft that fate which did his arms dispose Her land to civilize, as to subdue.

Nor was he like those stars which only shine,

When to pale mariners they storms 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 souls to his did bow,
As wands of divination downward draw,
And pointto beds where sov'reign golddoth grow.

When past all off'rings to Feretrian Jove,

He Marsdepos’d, and arms to gowns made yield; Successful councils did him foon

approve As fit for close intrigues, as open field.

To suppliant 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' asserted sea through Europe blown,

Made France and Spain ambitious of his love ; Each knew that side must conquer he would own; And for him fiercely, as for empire, strove.

XXIII. No sooner was the Frenchman's cause embrac'd, Than the light Monsieur the grave Don out

weigh'd : His fortune turn'd the scale where'er 'twas caft; Tho Indian mines were in the other laid.

When absent, yet we conquer'd in his right:

For tho some meaner artist's skill were shown
In mingling colours, or in placing light ;
Yet still the fair designment was his own.

For from all tempers he could service draw ;

The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew,
And, as the confident of nature, saw
How she complexions did divide and brew,

Or he their fingle virtues did survey,

By intuition in his own large breast,
Where all the rich ideas of them lay,

That were the rule and measure to the reft,

When such heroic virtue heaven sets out,

The stars, like commons, sullenly obey ;
Because it drains them when it comes about,
And therefore is a tax they seldom 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 springs as high as fountains may


He made us free-men of the continent,

Whom nature did like captives treat before ; To nobler

preys the English lion sent,
And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar.

That old unquestion’d pirate of the land,

Proud Rome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard; And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand, Altho an Alexander were her guard.

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'dour fathers made our prize.

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