From Civil Broils he did us disingage ;
Found Nobler Objects for our Martial Rage:
And, with wife. Conduct, to his Country thew'd
Their ancient way of Conquering abroad.
Ungrateful then, if we no Tears allow
To him, that gave us Peace and Empire too!
Princes that fear'd him, grieve; concern'd to fee
No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free.
Nature her felf took Notice of his Death,
And, fighing, swell'd the Sea with such a Breath ;
That to remotest Shores her Billows roll'd,
Th' approaching Fate of her great Ruler told.