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Your private life did a just pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious fons, fhould live:
Born to command, your Princely virtues flept,
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
But when your troubled country call'd you forth,
Your flaming courage and your matchless worth,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a profperous end.
Still as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you;
Chang'd like the world's great scene! when, without
The rifing fun night's vulgar lights destroys.

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Had you, fome ages paft, this race of glory
Run, with amazement we should read your story:
But living virtue, all atchievements past,
Meets envy still, to grapple with at last.

This Cæfar found: and that ungrateful age,
With lofing him, went back to blood and rage:
Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
But cut the bond of union with that ftroke.
That fun once fet, a thousand meaner stars
Gave a dim light to violence and wars:
To fuch a tempelt as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.

If Rome's great fenate could not wield that sword,
Which of the conquer'd world had made them Lord;
What hope had ours, while yet their power was new,
To rule victorious armies, but by you?

You!

You! that had taught them to fubdue their foes,
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose:
To every duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.
So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
And angry grows, if he that first took pain
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast,
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.
As the vex'd world, to find repose, at laft
Itself into Augustus' arms did caft:

So England now does, with like toil oppreft,
Her weary head upon your bofom rest.

Then let the Mufes, with fuch notes as thefe,
Inftruct us what belongs unto our peace!
Your battles they hereafter shall indite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight;

Tell of towns ftorm'd, of armies over-run,
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won;
How, while you thunder'd, clouds of duft did choak
Contending troops, and feas lay hid in smoke.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,

And every conqueror creates a Muse:

Here in low strains your milder deeds we fing;
But there, my Lord! we 'll bays and olive bring
To.crown your head: while you in triumph ride
O'er vanquish'd nations, and the fea befide:"
While all your Neighbour-Princes unto you,
Like Jofeph's fheaves, pay reverence and bow.

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Of a WAR with SPAIN, and FIGHT at SEA.

Now, for fome ages, had the pride of Spain

Made the fun fhine on half the world in vain;

While the bid war to all, that durft fupply
The place of thofe her cruelty made die.
Of nature's bounty men forbore to taste;
And the best portion of the earth lay waste.
From the new world, her filver and her gold
Came, like a tempeft, to confound the old.
Feeding with these the brib'd Electors' hopes,
Alone fhe gives us Emperors and Popes:
With thefe accomplishing her vaft defigns,
Europe was fhaken with her Indian mines.

When Britain, looking with a just disdain
Upon this gilded majefty of Spain;

And knowing well that empire must decline,
Whose chief fupport and finews are of coin;
Our nation's folid virtue did oppose,

To the rich troublers of the world's repose.

And now fome months, incamping on the Main, Our naval army had befieged Spain:

They that the whole world's monarchy design'd,
Are to their ports by our bold Fleet confin'd;
From whence our red Crofs they triumphant see,
Riding without a rival on the sea.

Others may use the ocean as their road,
Only the English make it their abode:

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Whofe ready fails with every wind can fly,
And make a covenant with th' inconstant sky :
Our oaks fecure, as if they there took root;
We tread on billows with a steady foot.
Mean-while, the Spaniards in America
Near to the Line the fun approaching saw;
And hop'd their European coafts to find
Clear'd from our fhips by the autumnal wind:
Their huge capacious galleons ftuff'd with plate,
The labouring winds drive flowly tow'rds their fate.
Before St. Lucar they their guns discharge,
To tell their joy, or to invite a barge:

This heard some ships of ours (though out of view)
And, fwift as eagles, to the quarry flew:

So heedlefs lambs, which for their mothers bleat,
Wake hungry lions, and become their meat.
Arriv'd, they foon begin that tragic play,
And with their smoky cannons banish day:
Night, horror, slaughter, with confusion meets,
And in their fable arms embrace the fleets.
Through yielding planks the angry bullets fly,
And, of one wound, hundreds together die:
Born under different stars, one fate they have;
The ship their coffin, and the sea their grave!

Bold were the men which on the ocean first
Spread their new fails, when shipwreck was the worft:
More danger now from man alone we find,

Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind.
They that had fail'd from near th' antarctic Pole,
Their treasure safe, and all their veffels whole,

In fight of their dear country ruin'd 'be,
Without the guilt of either rock or fea!

What they would fpare, our fiercer art destroys,
Surpaffing ftorms in terror and in noife.

Once Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,

And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray :
Here, Heaven in vain that kind retreat fhould found:
The louder cannon had the thunder drown'd.
Some we made prize: while others, burnt and rent,
With their rich lading to the bottom went:
Down finks at once (fo Fortune with us sports!)
The pay of armies, and the pride of Courts.
Vain man! whose rage buries as low that store,
As avarice had digg'd for it before:
What earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep
From greedy hands, lies fafer in the Deep:
Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide
Those feeds of luxury, debate, and pride.
And now, into her lap the richest prize
Fell, with the nobleft of our enemies :

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The Marquis (glad to fee the fire destroy
Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy)
Out from his flaming ship his children fent,
To perish in a milder element:

Then laid him by his burning Lady's fide;
And, fince he could not fave her, with her dy’d.
Spices and gums about them melting fry;
And, phoenix-like, in that rich neft they die:

* Of Bajadoz.

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