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Not that our wishes do increase your store,
you can admit no more ;
We add not to your glory, but employ
Our time, like angels, in expressing joy,
Nor is it duty, of our hopes alone,
Create that joy, but full fruition :
We know those blessings, which we must possess,
And judge of future by past happiness.
No promise can oblige a prince so much
Still to be good, as long to have been fuch,
A noble emulation heats your breast,
And your own fame now robs
Good actions still must be maintain’d with good,
As bodies nourish'd with resembling food.
You have already quench'd sedition's brand;
And zeal, which burnt it, only warms the land,
The jealous sects, that dare not trust their cause
So far from their own will as to the laws,
You for their umpire and their fynod take,
And their appeal alone to Cæsar make.
Kind heav'n so rare a temper did provide,
That guilt repenting might in it confide.
Among our crimes oblivion may be fet ;
But 'tis our king's perfection to forget,
Virtues unknown to these rough northern climes
From milder heav'ns you bring without their crimes,
Your calmness does no after-storms provide,
Nor seeming patience mortal anger hide.
When empire first from families did spring,
father govern'd as a king :
But you, that are a sovereign prince, allay
your paternal fway. From thosegreatcares when ease your soul unbends, Your pleasures are design’d to noble ends ? Born to command the mistress of the seas, Your thoughts themselvesin thatblueempire please. Hither in summer evenings you repair To taste the fraicheur of the
air : Undaunted here you ride, when winter raves, With Cæsar's heart that rofe above the waves. More I could fing, but fear my numbers stays ; No loyal subject dares that courage praise. In stately frigates most delight you find, Where well-drawn battles fire your martial mind. What to your cares we owe, is learnt from hence, When even your pleasures serve for our defence. Beyond your court flows in th’admitted tide, Where in new depths the wondering fishes glide:
Here in a royal bed the waters sleep;
When tir'd at sea, within this bay they creep.
Here the mistrustful fowl no harm suspects,
So fafe are all things which our king protects.
lov’d Thames a blessing yet is due, Second alone to that it brought in you; A queen, near whose chaste womb, ordain’d by
fate, The fouls of kings unborn for bodies wait. It was your love before made discord cease: Your love is destin'd to your country's peace. Both Indies, rivals in your bed, provide With gold or jewels to adorn your bride. This to a mighty king presents rich ore, While that with incense does a god implore. Twokingdoms wait your doom, and, as you choose, This must receive a crown, or that must lose. Thus from your royal oak, like Jove's of old, Are answers fought, and destinies foretold : Propitious oracles are begg’d with vows, And crowns that grow upon the sacred boughs. Your subjects, while you weigh the nation's fate, Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate: Chuse only, sir, that so they may possess With their own peace their children’s happiness.
Presented on New-YEAR'S-DAY, 1662.
HILE Aattering crouds officiously appear
To give themselves, not you, an happy
year ; And by the greatness of their presents prove How much they hope, but not how well they
The Muses, who your early courtship boast,
Though now your flames are with their beauty loft, ,
Yet watch their time, that, if you have forgot
They were your mistresses, the world may not :
Decay'd by time and wars, they only prove
Their former beauty by your former love ;
And now present, as ancient ladies do,
That courted long, at length are forc'd to woo.
For still they look on you with such kind eyes,
As those that see the church's sovereign rise ;
From their own order chose, in whose high state,
They think themselves the second choice of fate.
When our great “monarch into exile went,
Wit and religion suffer'd banishment.
Thus once, when Troy was wrap'd in fire and
The helpless gods their burning shrines forsook;
They with the vanquish'd prince and party go,
And leave their temples empty to the foe.
At length the Muses stand, restor'd again
To that great charge which nature did ordain
And their lov'd Druids seem reviv'd by fate,
While you dispense the laws, and guide the state.
The nation's foul, our monarch, does dispense,
Through you, to us his vital influence;