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What Hope had ours, while yet their Pow'r was new, To rule victorious Armies, but by you?
Tell of Towns storm'd, of Armies overcome,
To crown your Head; while you in Triumph ride
- Three Poems on the Death of the
late Lord Protector.
Written by Mr. John Dryder, Mr. Sprat
of Oxford, and Mr. Edm. Waller.
Heroick Stanza's on the late Lord Protector: Written
after his Funeral, by Mr. Dryden.
How shall 1 then begin, or where conclude,
To draw a Fame fo truly Circular
Where all the Parts so equal perfect are:
'Tis true his Countenance did imprint an awe; :
And naturally all Souls to his did bow,
He Mars depos'd, and Arms to Gowns made yield; Successful Councils did him soon approve,
As fit for close Intrigues as open Field.