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,
Then every father govern'd as a king:
But you, that are a fovereign prince, allay
Imperial power with your paternal sway.
From those great cares when ease your soul unbends,
Your pleasures are defign'd to noble ends?
Born to command the mistress of the feas,
Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire please.
Hither in summer evenings you repair
To tafte the fraicheur of the purer air:
Undaunted here you ride, when winter raves,
With Cæfar's heart that rofe above the waves.
More I could fing, but fear my numbers stays;
No loyal fubject dares that courage praise.
In ftately 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 ferve 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 fleep;
When tir'd at fea, within this bay they creep.
Here the mistrustful fowl no harm suspects,
So fafe are all things which our king protects.
From lov'd Thames a bleffing yet is due,
Second alone to that it brought in you;
A queen, near whofe chafte womb, ordain'd by fate,
The fouls of kings unborn for bodies wait.
It was your love before made difcord ceafe:
Your love is deftin'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 prefents rich ore,
While that with incenfe does a god implore.
Two kingdoms 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 facred boughs.
Your fubjects, while you weigh the nation's fate,
Sufpend to both their doubtful love or hate:
Chufe only, fir, that fo they may poffefs
With their own peace their children's happiness.
Prefented on NEW-YEAR'S-Day, 1662.
HILE flattering 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 mistreffes, the world may not:
Decay'd by time and wars, they only prove
Their former beauty by your former love;
And now prefent, as ancient ladies do,
That courted long, at length are forc'd to woo.
For ftill they look on you with fuch kind eyes,
As thofe that fee the church's fovereign rife;
From their own order chofe, in whofe 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 fmoke,
The helpless gods their burning fhrines forfook; They with the vanquish'd prince and party go, And leave their temples empty to the foe.
At length the Mufes ftand, reftor'd again
To that great charge which nature did ordain;
And their lov'd Druids feem reviv'd by fate,
While you difpenfe the laws, and guide the state.
The nation's foul, our monarch, does dispense,
Through you, to us his vital influence;
You are the channel, where thofe fpirits flow,
And work them higher, as to us they go.
In open profpect nothing bounds our eye,
Until the earth seems join'd unto the sky:
So in this hemisphere our utmost view
Is only bounded by our king and
you :
Our fight is limited where you are join'd,
And beyond that no farther heav'n can find.
So well your virtues do with his agree,
That, though your orbs of diff'rent greatness be,
Yet both are for each other's ufe difpos'd,
His to inclose, and yours to be inclos'd.
Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an emptinefs had come between.
his cares impart,
Well he then to you
may
And share his burden where he shares his heart.
In you his fleep still wakes; his pleasures find
Their share of bus'nefs in your laboring mind.
So when the weary fun his place refigns,
He leaves his light, and by reflection fhines.
Justice, that fits and frowns where public laws
Exclude foft mercy from a private cause,
your tribunal most her felf does please ; There only smiles becauses she lives at ease;
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