Yet as he knew his Bleffing's worth, took care
That we should know it by repeated Pray'r;
Which ftorm'd the Skies and ravifh'd Charles from
As Heav'n it felf is took by violence.
Booth's forward Valour only ferv'd to fhew,
He durft that duty pay we all did owe:
Th' Attempt was fair; but Heav'ns prefixed hour
Not come, fo like the watchful Travellor,
That by the Moon's mistaken light did rife,
Lay down again, and clos'd his weary Eyes.
'Twas MONK whom Providence defign'd to loofe
Thofe real bonds falfe Freedom did impose.
The bleffed Saints that watch'd this turning Scene,
Did from their Stars with joyful wonder lean,
To fee fmall Clues draw vafteft weights along,
Not in their bulk but in their order ftrong.
Thus Pencils can by one flight touch reftore,
Smiles to that changed face that wept before.
With cafe fuch fond Chimara's we purfue,
As Fancy frames for Fancy to fubdue;
But when our felves to action we betake,
It huns the Mint like Gold that Chymifts make:
How hard was then his Task, at once to be,
What in the Body natural we fee?
Man's Architect diftin&tly did ordain
The charge of Mufcles, Nerves, and of the Brain,
Through viewless Conduits Spirits to dispense
The Springs of Motion from the Seat of Sense.
'Twas not the hafty product of a day,
But the well-ripened Fruit of wife delay.
He like a patient Angler,, e'er he ftrook,
Would let them play a while upon the hook.
Our healthful food the Stomach labours thus,
At first embracing what it ftrait doth crush.
Wife Leaches will not vain Receipts obtrude,
While growing Pains pronounce the Humours crude;
Deaf to complaints they wait upon the Ill,
'Till fome fafe Crifis authorize their Skill.
Nor could his A&ts too clofe a Vizard wear,
To fcape their Eyes whom Guilt had taught to fear,
And guard with caution that polluted neft,
Whence Legion twice before was difpoffeft.
Once Sacred house, which when they enter'd in,
They thought the place could fanctifie a sin;
Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink,
While to excess on Martyrs Tombs they drink.
And as devouter Turks firft warn their Souls
To part, before they tafte forbidden Bowls,
So these when their black Crimes they went about,
First timely charm'd their useless Confcience out.
Religion's Name against it self was made;
The Shadow ferv'd the Substance to invade :
Like Zealous Miffions, they did Care pretend
Of Souls in fhew, but made the Gold their end.
Th' incenfed Pow'rs beheld with fcorn from high
An Heaven fo far diftant from the Sky,
Which durft, with horfes hoofs that beat the Ground
And Martial Brafs, bely the Thunder's Sound.
'Twas hence at length juft Vengeance thought it fit
To fpeed their Ruin by their impious wit.
Thus Sforza, curs'd with a too fertile brain,
Loft by his Wiles the Pow'r his Wit did gain.
Henceforth their Fogue muft fpend at leffer rate,
Than in its Flames to wrap a Nation's Fate.
Suffer'd to live, they are like Helots fet,
A virtuous Shame within us to beget.
For by example moft we finn'd before,
And glafs-like clearness mixt with frailty bore.
But fince reform'd by what we did amifs,
We by our fuff'rings learn to prize our blifs.
Like early Lovers whofe unpractis'd hearts
Were long the May-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their Jealoufies were vain,
With double heat renew their Fires again.
'Twas this produc'd the Joy, that hurried o'er
Such fwarms of English to the Neighb'ring fhore,
To fetch that Prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd Trade.
Oh had you seen from Schevelines barren Shore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)
Afflicted Holland to his Farewel bring
True Sorrow, Holland to regret a King!
While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride,
And willing Winds to their lowr'd Sails denied.
The wavering Streamers, Flags, and Standart out,
The merry Seamens rude but chearful Shout;
And laft the Cannons voice that thook the Skies,
And, as it fares in fudden Extafies,
At once bereft us both of Ears and Eyes.
The Nafeby, now no longer England's fhame,
But better to be loft in Charles his name,
(Like fome unequal Bride in nobler fheets)
Receives her Lord: The joyful London meets
The Princely Tork, himself alone a freight;
TheSwift-fure groans beneath GreatGloucester's weight.
Secure as when the Halcyon breeds, with thefe,
He that was born to drown might cross the Seas.
Heav'n could not own a Providence, and take
The Wealth three Nations ventur'd at a ftake.
The fame indulgence Charles his Voyage blefs'd,
Which in his right had Miracles confefs'd.
The Winds that never Moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew
Or out of breath with joy could not enlarge
Their ftraightned Lungs,or confcious of their Charge.
The British Amphitryte smooth and clear,
In richer Azure never did appear:
Proud her returning Prince to entertain
With the fubmitted Fafces of the Main.
ND welcom now (Great Monarch,) to your own;
Behold th' approaching Cliffs of Albion:
It is no longer Motion cheats your view,
As you meet it, the Land approacheth you.
The Land returns, and in the white it wears,
The marks of Penitence and Sorrow bears.
But you, whofe Goodness your Defcent doth fhew,
Your Heav'nly Parentage and Earthly too;
By that fame Mildness, which your Father's Crown
Before did ravifh, thall fecure your own.
Not ty'd to rules of Policy, you find
Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.
Thus when th' Almighty would to Mofes give
A fight of all he could behold and live;
A Voice before his Entry did proclaim
Long-fuffering, Goodness, Mercy in his Name.
Your Pow'r to Justice doth submit your Caufe,
Your Goodness only is above the Laws ;
Whofe rigid Letter while pronounc'd by you
Is fofter made. So winds that tempefts brew
When through Arabian Groves, they take their flight,
Made wanton with rich Odours, lose their spight.
And as thofe Lees, that trouble it, refine
The agitated Soul of Generous Wine,
So tears of Joy for your returning spilt,
Work out and expiate our former Guilt.
Methinks I fee thofe Crowds on Dover's Strand,
Who in their hafte to welcom you to Land
Choak'd up the Beach with their still growing store,
And made a wilder Torrent on the Shore.
While fpurr'd with eager thoughts of paft Delights
Those who had feen you, court a fecond fight 3
Preventing ftill your Steps, and making hafte
To meet you often wherefoe'er you past.
How shall I fpeak of that triumphant Day
When you renew'd th' expiring Pomp of May!
(A Month that owns an Intereft in your Name:
You and the Flow'rs are its peculiar Claim.)
That Star that at your Birth fhone out fo bright,
It ftain'd the duller Sun's Meridian light,
Did once again its potent Fires renew,
Guiding our Eyes to find and worship you.
And now Time's whiter Series is begun,
Which in foft Centuries fhall smoothly run;
Thofe Clouds that overcaft your Morn fhall fly,
Difpell'd to fartheft Corners of the Sky.
Our Nation, with united Int'reft bleft,
Not now content to poize, fhall fway the reft.
Abroad your Empire fhall no Limits know,
But like the Sea in boundlefs Circles flow.
Your much lov'd Fleet fhall with a wide Command
Befiege the petty Monarchs of the Land:
And as old Time his Off-fpring swallow'd down,
Our Ocean in its depths all Seas fhall drown.
Their wealthy Trade from Pyrate's Rapine free,
Our Merchants fhall no more Advent'rers be:
Nor in the fartheft Eaft thofe Dangers fear
Which humble Holland muft diffemble here.
Spain to your Gift alone her Indies owes,
For what the Pow'rful takes not, he beftows.
And France that did an Exile's Prefence fear,
May justly apprehend you ftill too near.
At home the hateful Names of Parties ceafe,
And factious Souls are weary'd into peace.
The difcontented now are only they
Whofe Crimes before did your juft Caufe betray:
Of those your Edicts fome reclaim from Sins,
But most your Life and bleft Example wins.
Oh happy Prince, whom Heav'n hath taught the way
By paying Vows, to have more Vows to pay!
Oh happy Age! Oh times like thofe alone,
By Fate referv'd for great Augustas Throne!
When the joint growth of Arms and Arts forefhew.
The World a Monarch, and that Monarch Ten
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