Part must be left, a Fund when Foes invade; And Part employ'd to roll the Watry Trade; Ev'n Canaan's happy Land, when worn with Toil,

Requir'd a Sabbath-Year, to mend the meagre Soil.

Good senators, (and such are you,) so give,

That Kings may be supply'd, the People thrive;

And He, when Want requires, is truly Wise, Who slights not Foreign Aids nor overbuys;

But, on our Native Strength, in time of need, relies.

Munster was bought, we boast not the Success;

140 Who fights for Gai, for greater, makes his Peace.

Our Foes, compell'd by Need have Peace embrac❜d:

The Peace both Parties want, is like to last:

Which, if secure, securely we may trade;
Or, not secure, shou'd never have been made.
Safe in our selves, while on our selves we
stand,

Ev'n Victors are by Victories undone ; Thus Hannibal, with Foreign Laurels won, To Carthage was recall'd, too late to keep his own.

While sore of Battel, while our Wounds are green,

Why shou'd we tempt the doubtful Dye agen?

In Wars renew'd, uncertain of success,
Sure of a Share, as Umpires of the Peace. 170
A Patriot, both the King and Country
serves;

Prerogative, and Privilege preserves:
Of Each, our Laws the certain Limit
show;

One must not ebb, nor t' other overflow: Betwixt the Prince and Parliament we stand;

The Barriers of the State on either Hand: May neither overflow, for then they drown the Land.

When both are full, they feed our bless'd Abode ;

Like those, that water'd once, the Paradise of God.

Some Overpoise of Sway, by Turns they share ;

180

Be, then, the Naval Stores the Nations Care,

New Ships to build, and batter'd to repair. Observe the War in ev'ry Annual Course; What has been done, was done with British Force.

151

When the Gauls came, one sole Dictator sway'd.

Patriots, in Peace, assert the Peoples Right,

With noble Stubbornness resisting Might: No Lawless Mandates from the Court receive, Nor lend by Force; but in a Body give. Such was your gen'rous Grandsire; free to grant

In Parliaments, that weigh'd their Prince's
Want :

But so tenacious of the Common Cause, 190
As not to lend the King against his Laws.
And, in a lothsom Dungeon doom'd to lie,
In Bonds retain'd his Birthright Liberty,
And shamed Oppression, till it set him free.)
O true Descendent of a Patriot Line,
Who, while thou shar'st their Lustre, lend'st
'em thine,

Vouchsafe this Picture of thy Soul to see;
Tis so far Good as it resembles thee:
The Beauties to th' Original I owe;

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Make us more Learned, only to depart?
If Merit be Disease, if Vertue Death;
To be Good, Not to be, who'd then be-
queath

Himself to Discipline? Who'd not esteem
Labour a Crime, Study self-murther deem?
Our Noble Youth now have pretence to be
Dunces securely, Ign'rant healthfully.
Rare Linguist! whose Worth speaks it self;
whose Praise,

Though not his Own, all Tongues Besides do raise:

Then Whom Great Alexander may seem less,

Who conquer'd Men, but not their Languages. In his Mouth Nations speak; his Tongue might be

Interpreter to Greece, France, Italy.
His native Soyl was the four parts o'
Earth;

All Europe was too narrow for his Birth.

20

th'

UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS. Text from the original in Lachrymae Musarum, 1650. The text has never been correctly reprinted in England.

19 speak English editors give spake This reading makes the passage easier, but it is not likely to be right.

A young Apostle; and (with rev'rence may
I speak 'it) inspir'd with gift of Tongues, as
They.

Nature gave him, a Childe, what Men in vain
Oft strive, by Art though further'd, to obtain.
His body was an Orb, his sublime Soul
Did move on Vertue's and on Learning's
pole:

Whose Reg'lar Motions better to our view, Then Archimedes Sphere, the Heavens did shew.

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Graces and Vertues, Languages and Arts, Beauty and Learning, fill'd up all the parts. Heav'ns Gifts, which do, like falling Stars,

appear

Scatter'd in Others; all, as in their Sphear, Were fix'd and conglobate in's Soul, and thence

Shone th'row his Body with sweet Influence;
Letting their Glories so on each Limb fall,
The whole Frame render'd was Celestial.
Come, learned Ptolomy, and tryal make,
If thou this Hero's Altitude canst take; 40
But that transcends thy skill; thrice happie
all,

Could we but prove thus Astronomical. Liv'd Tycho now,struck with this Ray, (which shone

More bright i' th' Morn then others Beam at Noon)

He'd take his Astrolabe, and seek out here What new Star 't was did gild our Hemisphere.

24 'it] English editors give it. Perhaps't should be read. 35 fix'd and) Editors till Christie wrongly emil ard

Recall'd it; rapt its Ganymede from us.
Was there no milder way but the Small
Pox,

The very filth'ness of Pandora's Box?
So many Spots, like næves, our Venus soil?
One Jewel set off with so many a Foil?
Blisters with pride swell'd, which th'row's
flesh did sprout

Like Rose-buds, stuck i' th' Lilly-skin about.
Each little Pimple had a Tear in it,
To wail the fault its rising did commit:
Who, Rebel-like, with their own Lord at
strife,

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With none but Ghostly Fathers in the Street ?

Grief makes me rail; Sorrow will force its way;

And Show'rs of Tears, Tempestuous Sighs best lay.

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The Tongue may fail; but over-flowing Eyes

Will weep out lasting streams of Elegies.

But thou, O Virgin-widow, left alone, Now thy Beloved, Heaven-ravisht Spouse is gone,

(Whose skilful Sire in vain strove to apply Med'cines, when thy Balm was no remedy) With greater than Platonick love, O wed His Soul, tho' not his Body, to thy Bed : Let that make thee a Mother; bring thou forth

99 Th' Ideas of his Vertue, Knowledge, Worth; Transcribe th' Original in new Copies; give Hastings o' th' better part: so shall he live

In's Nobler Half; and the great Grandsire be
Of an Heroick Divine Progenie:
An Issue which t' Eternity shall last,
Yet but th' Irradiations which he cast.
Erect no Mausoleums: for his best
Monument is his Spouses Marble brest.

bine:

As in some great and regular design,
All of a Piece, throughout, and all Divine
Still nearer heaven, his Vertues shone more
bright,

Like rising flames expanding in their height;
The Martyrs Glory Crown'd the Soldier's
Fight.

More bravely British General never fell,
Nor General's death was e're reveng'd so well;
Which his pleas'd Eyes beheld before their
close,

Follow'd by thousand Victims of his Foes.
To his lamented loss for time to come,
His pious Widow consecrates this Tomb.

EPITAPH ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB. Text from the Miscellanies of 1093.

4 undaunted] This was the word in the first sketch on the stone in Westminster Abbey, but when the letters were cut it was changed to disdaunted. The stone has some mistakes, Balladium for Palladium and others.

16 Vertues Some edd. wrongly give Virtue 23 time) Some edd. wrongly give times