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But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring;
But to her ancient servants coy and hard,
her favourites rank'd among, When she her best-lov’d Pompey did discard.
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.
yet dominion was not his design;
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.
We inward bled, whilst they prolong’d our pain;
Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue,
Still by new maps, the island might be shewn,
Still thriv'd; no winter could his laurels fade :
Which war had banish'd, and did now restore:
To seat themselves more surely than before.
And treacherous Scotland to no interest true, Yet bleft that fate which did his arms dispose Her land to civilize, as to subdue.
When to pale mariners they storms portend:
XIX. "Tis true, his count'nance did imprint an awe;
And naturally all souls to his did bow,
He Marsdepos’d, and arms to gowns made yield; Successful councils did him foon
approve As fit for close intrigues, as open field.
Our once bold rival of the British main,
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.
For tho some meaner artist's skill were shown
The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew,
By intuition in his own large breast,
That were the rule and measure to the reft,
The stars, like commons, sullenly obey ;
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
Whom nature did like captives treat before ; To nobler
preys the English lion sent,
Proud Rome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard; And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand, Altho an Alexander were her guard.
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.