Your calmnefs does not after-storms provide,
Nor feeming patience mortal anger hide.
When empire firft from families did fpring,
Then every father govern'd as a king.
But you, that are a fov'reign prince, allay
Imperial pow'r with your paternal sway.
From thofe great cares when ease your foul unbends,
Your pleasures are defign'd to noble ends :
Born to command the miftrefs of the feas,
Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire pleafe.
Hither in fummer ev'nings you repair
To take the fraicheur of the purer air.
Undaunted here you ride when winter raves,
With Caefar's heart that rofe above the waves.
More I could fing, but fear my numbers stays;
No loyal fubject dares that courage praise.
In stately frigates moft delight you find,
Where well-drawn battles fire your martial mind.
What to your cares we owe, is learn'd from hence,
When even your pleasures ferve for our defence.
Beyond your court flows in th' admitted tide,
Where in new depths the wond'ring 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 fufpects,
So fafe are all things which our king protects.
From your lov'd Thames a bleffing yet is due,
Second alone to that it brought in you;
A queen, from whose chaste womb, ordain'd by fate,
The fouls of kings unborn, for bodies wait.
It was your love before made difcord cease:
Your love is deftin'd to your country's peace.
Both Indics, 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 chufe,
This must receive a crown, or that must lofe.
Thus from your royal oak, like Jove's of old,
Are anfwers fought, and deftinies fore fold:
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, Sir, that so they may possess
With their own peace their childrens happiness.
To the Lord CHANCELLOR HYDE, prefented on New-year's Day, 1662.
HILE flatt'ring crouds officioufly appear To give themselves, not you, an happy year ;. And by the greatnefs of their prefents prove How much they hope, but not how well they love; The Mufes (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 miftreffes, 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 wood
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 whose high state
They think themselves the second choice of fate.
When our great monarch into exile went,
Wit and religion fuffer'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 muses stand, restor'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 difpenfe,
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 prospect nothing bounds our cye,
Until the earth feems join'd unto the sky:
So in this hemifphere 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 inclofe, and yours to be inclos'd.
Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an emptinefs had come between.
Well may he then to you his cares impart,
And fhare his burden where he fhares his heart.-
In you his fleep ftill wakes; his pleasures find
Their fhare of bus'ness in your lab'ring mind.
So when the weary Sun his place refigns,
He leaves his light, and by reflection fhines.
Juftice, that fits and frowns where public laws
Exclude foft mercy from a private cause,
In your tribunal most herself does please;
There only fmiles because the lives at ease;
And, like young David, finds her strength the more,
When difencumber'd from thofe arms fhe wore.
Heav'n would your royal master should exceed
Most in that virtue, which we most did need;
And his mild father (who too late did find
All mercy vain, but what with pow'r was join'd)
Ilis fatal goodness left to fitter times,
Not to increafe, but to abfolve our crimes:
But when the heir of this vaft treasure knew
How large a legacy was left to you,
(Too great for any subject to retain)
He wifely ty'd it to the crown again :
Yet, paffing thro' your hands, it gathers more,
As ftreams, thro' mines, bear tincture of their ore.
While emp'ric politicians use deceit,
Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat;
You boldly fhew that skill, which they pretend,
And work by means as noble as your end:
Which should you veil, we might unwind the clue,
As men do nature, 'till we came to you.
And as the Indies were not found, before
Those rich perfumes, which, from the happy shore,
The winds upon their balmy wings convey'd,
Whofe guilty sweetness first their world betray'd;
So by your counfels we are brought to view
A rich and undiscover'd world in you.
By you our monarch does that fame affure,
Which kings must have, or cannot live fecure;
For profp'rous princes gain their subjects heart,
Who love that praife in which themselves have part.
By you he fits thofe subjects to obey ;
As heav'n's eternal Monarch does convey
His pow'r unfeen, and man to his designs
By his bright minifters the stars inclines.
Our fetting fun, from his declining feat,
Shot beams of kindness on you, not of heat:
And, when his love was bounded in a few,
That were unhappy that they might be true,
Made you the fav'rite of his last fad times,
That is, a fuff'rer in his fubjects crimes.
Thus those first favours, you receiv'd, were sent,
Like heav'n's rewards, in earthly punishment.
Yet fortune, confcious of your destiny,
E'en then took care to lay you foftly by ;
And wrap'd your fate among her precious things,
Kept fresh to be unfolded with your King's.
Shewn all at once you dazzled fo our eyes,
As new-born Pallas did the gods surprise :
When, fpringing forth from Jove's new-closing wound,
She ftruck the warlike fpear into the ground;
Which sprouting leaves did suddenly inclose,
And peaceful olives fhaded as they rofe.
How ftrangely active are the arts of peace,
Whose restless motions lefs than wars do ceafe!
Peace is not freed from labour, but from noife;
And war more force, but not more pains, employs:
Such is the mighty fwiftnefs of your mind,
That, like the earth's, it leaves our fenfe behind;
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