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Rome's mighty grandeur was not more confest,
When great Antonius travell'd through the east,
And crowds of monarchs did each morning wait
With early homage at his palace gate. [meet;
Haste then, bright prince! thy Britain's transport
Haste to her arms, and make her bliss complete!
Whate'er glad news has reach'd her listening ear,
While her long-absent lord provokes her fear,
Her joys are in suspence, her pleasures unsincere.
He comes, thy hero comes! O beauteous Isle!
Revive thy genius with a cheerful smile!
Let thy rejoicing sons fresh palms prepare,
To grace the trophies of the finish'd war;
On high be hung the martial sword insheath'd,

The shield with ribbons dress'd, and spear with ivy wreath'd!

Let speaking Paint in various tablets show
Past scenes of battle to the crowd below!
Round this triumphant pile, in rustic dance,
The shouting swains shall hand in hand advance;
The wealthy farmer from his toils shall cease;
The ploughman from the yoke his smoking steers

release,

And join to solemnize the festival of Peace.
No more for want of hands th' unlabour'd field,
Chok'd with rank weeds, a sickly crop shall yield:
Calm Peace returns; behold her shining train!
And fruitful Plenty is restor'd again "--
Apollo ceas'd-The Muses take the sound,
From voice to voice th' harmonious notes rebound,
And echoing lyres transmit the volant fugue around!
Meanwhile the steady bark, with prosperous gales,
Fills the large sheets of her expanded sails,
And gains th' intended port; thick on the strand,
Like swarming bees, th' assembled Britons stand,
And press to see their welcome sovereign land:
At his approach, unruly transport reigns
In every breast, and rapture fires their veins.
A general shout succeeds, as when on high
Exploded thunder rends the vaulted sky.
A short convulsion shakes the solid shore,
And rocks th' adjacent deep, unmov'd before;
Loud acclamations through the valleys ring,
While to Augusta's wall the crowd attend their king.
And now behold a finish'd temple rise,
On lofty pillars climbing to the skies!
Of bulk stupendous, its proud pile it rears,
The gradual product of successive years.
An inner gate, that folds with iron leaves,
The charm'd spectator's entering steps receives,
Where curious works in twisted stems are seen
Of branching foliage, vacuous between.
O'er this a vocal organ, mounted high

On marble columns, strikes the wondering eye;
And feeds at once two senses with delight,
Sweet to the ear, and splendid to the sight.
Marble the floor, enrich'd with native stains
Of various dye, and streak'd with azure veins.
Ev'n emulous Art with Nature seems to strive,
And the carv'd figures almost breathe and live;
The painted altar, glorious to behold,

Shines with delightful blue, and dazzling gold.
Here first th' illustrious three, of heavenly race,
Religion, Liberty, and Peace, embrace;

Here joyful crowds their pious thanks express,
For Peace restor'd, and Heaven's indulgence bless.
Auspicious structure! born in happy days,
Whose first employment is the noblest, praise!

The choir of St. Paul's was first opened on the day of thanksgiving for the peace,

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Been fam'd in verse, and grac'd the poet's song;
The generous name of Montague has long
In verse, himself can happy wonders do,
The best of patrons, and of poets too.
Amid the skilful choir that court his ear,
If he vouchsafe these ruder lays to hear,
His bright example, while to him I sing,
Shall raise my feeble flight, and mount me on the
On Albion's eastern coast, an ancient town"
O'erlooks the sea, to mariners well known;
Where the swift Stourus' ends his snaky train,
And pays his watery tribute to the main:
Stourus, whose stream, prolific as it glides,
Two fertile counties in its course divides,
And rolls to seaward with a lover's pace:
There beauteous Orwell meets his fond embrace;
They mix their amorous streams, the briny tide
Receives them join'd; their crooked shores provide
A spacious bay within, for anchor'd ships to ride.
Here, on the margin of the rolling flood,
Divinely fair, like sea-born Venus, stood
Britannia's Genius, in a robe array'd
Of broider'd arms, and heraldry display'd:
A crown of cities charg'd her graceful brows;
In waving curls her hair luxuriant flows;
Celestial glories in her eyes are seen;
Her stature tall, majestic is her mien.
With such a presence, through th' adoring skies
Shines the great parent of the deities;
Such towery honours on her temples rise,
When, drawn by lions, she proceeds in state;
Trains of attendant-gods around her chariot wait;
The mother-goddess, with superior grace,
Surveys, and numbers o'er her bright immortal race.
While thus the lovely Genius hovers o'er
The water's brink, and from the sandy shore

9 Harwich.

The river Stoure, that runs between Suffolk and Essex.

Beholds th' alternate billows fall and rise
(By turns they sink below, by turns they mount the
"And must," she said-
[skies):

Then paus'd, and drew a sigh of anxious love;
"Must my dear lord this faithless ocean prove?
Escap'd the chance of war, and fraud of foes,
Wilt thou to warring waves thy sacred life expose?
Why am I thus divided by the sea

From all the world, and all the world in thee?
Could sighs and tears the rage of tempests bind,
With tears I'd bribe the seas, with sighs the wind:
Soft-sighing gales thy canvas should inspire;
But hence, ye boisterous storms! far hence retire
To inland woods; there your mad powers appease,
And scour the dusty plains, or strip the forest trees;
Or lodg'd in hollow rocks profoundly sleep,
And rest from the loud labours of the deep!
Why should I fear?--If heroes be the care
Of Heaven above, and Heaven inclines to prayer,
Thou sail'st secure; my sons with lifted eyes,
And pious vows, for thee have gain'd the skies.
Come then, my much-lov'd lord! No more th'
alarms

Of wasteful war require thee from my arms.
Thy sword gives plenteous peace; but,without thee,
Peace has no charms, and plenty 's poverty:
At length enjoy, for whom you've fought, the queen
Of Islands, bright, majestic, and serene!
Unveil'd from clouds, which did her form disguise,
And hid a thousand beauties from thy eyes.
A thousand treasures unsurvey'd invite
Their lord to various scenes of new delight.
Come, see the dower I brought! My spacious downs,
My numerous counties, and my ancient towns;
Landscapes of rising mountains, shaggy woods,
Green valleys, smiling meadows, silver floods,
And plains with lowing herds enrich'd around,
The hills with flocks, the flocks with fleeces crown'd.
All these with native wealth thy power maintain,
And bloom with blessings of thy easy reign.
Haste, hoist thy sails! and through the foamy brine
Rush to my arms! henceforth be wholly mine;
After nine toilsome years, let slaughter cease,
And flourish now secure, in the soft arts of peace!"
She said; th' entreated winds her accents bore,
And wing'd the message to the Belgic shore.
The pious hero heard, nor could delay
To meet the lovely voice, that summon'd him away;
The lovely voice, whose soft-complaining charms
Before had call'd the succour of his arins,
Nor call'd in vain, when, fir'd with generous rage
T'oppose the fury of a barbarous age,
Like Jove with awful thunder in his hand,
Through storms and fleets at sea, and foes at land,
He urg'd his daring way; before his sight,
On silver wings, bright Glory took her flight,
And left, to guide his course, long shining tracks of
light!

And now once more embark'd, propitious gales
Blow fresh from shore, and fill his hollow sails.
As when the golden god, that rules the day,
Drives down his flaming chariot to the sea,
And leaves the nations here involv'd in night,
To distant regions he transports his light;
So William's rays, by turns, two nations cheer;
And when he sets to them, he rises here.

Forsaken Belgia, ere the ship withdrew, Shed generous tears, and breath'd this soft adieu; "Since empire calls thee, and a glorious throne, Thy people's weighty interests, and thy own;

(Though struggling love would fain persuade thy stay)

Go where thy better fortune leads the way!
Meanwhile my loss, allow me to complain,
And wish-ah, no! that partial wish were vain.
Tho' honour'd Crete had nurs'd the thundering god,
Crete was not always blest with his abode;
Nor was it fit, that William's godlike mind,
For nations born, should be to one contin'd.
This only grant, since I must ask no more,
Revisit once again your native shore!
That hope my sorrows shall beguile; and thou,
My happy rival! wilt that hope allow;
'Tis all th' enjoyment Fate has left me now.
So may'st thou, fair Britannia! ever be
Firm to thy sovereign's love, and his to thee!
While widow'd I"-There rising sighs repress'd
Her fainting voice, and stifled in the rest.

Now, while the bounding vessel drives before
The gusty galcs, and leaves the lessening shore,
Behold the parting clouds to distance fly,
And golden glories, pouring from on high,
New dress the day, and cheer th' enlighten'd sky!
One shooting beam, like lightning doubly bright,
Darts on the middle main its streaming light.
Lo! William's guardian angel there descends;
To Neptune's court his heavenly message tends;
In arms celestial, how he shines afar,

Like Pallas marching to th' awaken'd war!
His left hand gripes a spacious orb of shield,
With thousand intercepted dangers fill'd,
And deaths of various kind; his right displays
A temper'd blade, that spreads a formidable blaze.
He strikes the waves; th' obsequious waves obey,
And, opening in a gulph, disclose the downward way.
O Muse! by thee conducted down, I dare
The secrets of the watery world declare;
For nothing 'scapes thy view; to thee 'tis given,
To range the space of earth, and seas, and heaven,
Descry a thousand forms, conceal'd from sight,
And in immortal verse to give the visions light.

A rock there lies, in depth of sea profound,
About its clefts, rich beds of pearl abound,
Where sportful Nature, covering her retreat
With flowing waters, holds her secret seat
In woods of coral, intricate she strays,
And wreathes the shells of fish a thousand ways,
And animates the spawn of all her finny race.
Th' unnumber'd species of the fertile tide,
In shoals, around their mighty mother, glide.
From out the rock's wide cavern's deep below,
The rushing ocean rises to its flow;
And, ebbing, here retires; within its sides,
In roomy caves the god of sea resides.
Pillars unhewn, of living stone, bear high
His vaulted courts; in storms the billows fly
O'er th' echoing roof, like thunder through the skies,
And warn the ruler of the floods to rise,

And check the raving winds, and the swoln waves chastise.

Rich spoils, by plundering tempests hither borne,
An universe of wealth, the palace-rooms adorn.
Before its entrance, broken wrecks are seen
In heaps deform'd, a melancholy scene.
But far within, upon a mossy throne,
With washy ooze and samphire overgrown,
The sea-green king his forky sceptre rears;
Awful his aspect, numerous are his years.
A pearly crown circles his brows divine;
His beard and dewy hair shed trickling drops of brine,

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But, chief in honour, Neptune's darling son,
The beauteous Thames, lies nearest to his throne.
Nor thou, fair Boyne! shall pass unmention'd by,
Already sung in strains that ne'er shall die.

These, and a thousand more, whose winding trains Seek various lands, the wealthy sire maintains; Each day, the fluid portions he divides,

And fills their craving urns with fresh-recruited tides.
But not alike; for oft his partial care
Bestows on some a disproportion'd share;
From whence their swelling currents, o'er-supply'd,
Through delug'd fields in noisy triumph ride.

The god was just preparing to renew
His daily task, when sudden in his view
Appear'd the guardian power, all dazzling bright,
And, entering, flash'd the caves with beamy light.
Boyne, Rhine, the Sambre, on their banks had seen
The glorious form, and knew his martial mien;
In throngs th' admiring Nereids round him press'd,
And Tritons crowd to view the heavenly guest.
Then thus, advancing, he his will explains-
"O mighty sovereign of the liquid plains!
Haste, to the surface of the deep repair,
This solemn day requires thy presence there,
To rule the storms, the rising waves restrain,
And shake thy sceptre o'er the govern'd main.
By breathing gales on thy dominions driven,
To thee three kingdoms' hopes in charge are given,
The glory of the world, and best belov'd of Heaven.
Behold him figur'd here!"-He said, and held,
Refulgent to his view, the guardian shield.

On the rich mould, inwrought with skill divine,
Great William's wars in splendid sculpture shine.
Here, how his saving power was first display'd,
And Holland rescu'd by his youthful aid;
When, kindling in his soul, the martial flame
Broke fiercely out, preluding future fame,
And round the frontiers dealt avenging fire:
Swift from the hot pursuit the blasted foes retire.
Then battles, sieges, camps are grav'd afar,
And the long progress of the dreadful war.
Above the rest, Seneffe's immortal fight,
In larger figures offer'd to the sight, [light.
With martial terrour charms, and gives a fierce de-
Here the confed'rate troops are fore'd to yield,
Driven by unequal numbers through the field:
With his bright sword, young Nassau there with-
stands

Their flight; with prayers and blows he urges his commands,

Upbraids their fainting force, and boldly throws
Himself the first amidst the wondering foes.
What dare not men, by such a general led?
Rallying with shouts, their hero at their head,
Fir'd with new rage, asham'd they once did fly,
Resolv'd t'o'ercome, or resolute to die,
Thro' trampled heaps of slain they rush to victory.
Earth trembles at the charge; Death, Blood, and
Insatiate riot all the murderous day;
Nor night itself their fury can allay;
Till the pale Moon, that sickens at the sight,

[Prey,

Retires behind a cloud, to blind the bloody fight.

Again, the shield in savage prospect shows
An ancient abbey2, which rough woods enclose:
And precipices vast abruptly rise,

Where, safe encamp'd, proud Luxemburgh defios
All open violence, or close surprise.
But see! a second Hannibal from far,
Up the steep height, conducts th' entangled war.
Brave Ossory, attended with the pride
Of English valour, charges by his side.
Enclos'd they fight; the forests shine around
With flashing fires; the thunder'd hills rebound,
And the shock'd country, wide beneath, rebellows
to the sound.
[flight;
Forc'd from their holds, at length they speed their
Rich tents, and stores of war, the victor's toils re-
Then peace ensues; and, in a shining train, [quite.
The friendly chiefs assemble on the plain.
An ardent zeal the Gallic general warms
To see the youth, that kindled such alarms;
Wondering he views; secure the soldiers press
Round their late dread, and the glad treaty bless.

Next, on the broad circumference is wrought
The nine years' war for lov'd Britannia fought;
The cause the same: fair Liberty betray'd,
And banish'd Justice, fly to him for aid.
Here sailing ships are drawn, the crowded strand,
| And Heaven's avenger hastening to the land.
Oppression, Fraud, Confusion, and Affright,
Fierce fiends, that ravag'd in the gloomy night
Of lawless Power, defeated, fly before his dazzling
So to th' eclipsing Moon, by the still side [light.
Of some lone thicket, revelling bags provide
Dire charms, that threat the sleeping neighbourhood,
And quaff, with magic mix'd, vast bowls of human
blood;

But, when the dawn reveals the purple east,
They vanish sullen from th' unfinish'd feast.
Here joyful crowds triumphant arches rear
To their deliverer's praise; glad senates there,
In splendid pomp, the regal state confer.

Hibernia's fields new triumphs then supply;
The rival kings, in arms, the fate of empire try.
See where the Boyne two warring hosts divides,
And rolls between the fight his murmuring tides!
In vain-hills, forests, streams, must all give place,
When William leads, and Victory's the chase.
Thou saw'st him, Boyne! when thy charg'd waters
bore

The swimming coursers to th' opposing shore,
And, round thy banks, thou heard'st the murdering

cannons roar.

What more than mortal bravery inspir'd
The daring troops, by his example fir'd! [court
Thou saw'st their wondrous deeds; to Neptune's
Thy flying Waves convey'd the swift report,
And, red with slaughter, to their father show'd
Streams not their own, and a discolour'd flood.

Here, on th' ethereal mould, hurl'd from afar,
Th' exploded ball had mark'd a dinted scar.
'Twas destin'd thus; for when, all glowing red,
The angel took it from the forge, he said:
"This part be left unfated from the foe!
And, scarce escap'd, once let the Hero know,
How much to my protection he shall owe;
Yet, from the batter'd shield, the ball shall bound,
And on his arm inflict a scarlet wound.”

Elsewhere, behold Namur's proud turrets rise, Majestic to the sight, advancing to the skies!

2 St. Dennis near Mons.

The Meuse and Sambre here united flow,
Nature's defence against th' invading foe:
Industrious Art her strength of walls supplies:
Before the town the British army lies.

The works are mann'd; with fury they contend; These thunder from the plains, those from the walls defend.

Red globes of fire from bellowing engines fly,

And lead a sweeping blaze, like comets, thro' the sky.
The kindled region glows; with deafening sound
They burst; their iron entrails, hurl'd around,
Strow with thick-scatter'd deaths the crimson
ground.

See, where the Genius of the war appears,
Nor shuns the labour, nor the danger fears!
In clouds of sulphurous smoke he shines more bright,
For Glory round him waits, with beams of living light.
At length the widen'd gates a conquest own,
And to his arms resign the yielding town.

Here, from the field return'd, with olive crown'd,
Applauding throngs their welcome prince surround:
Bright honours in his glorious entry shine,
And peace restor'd concludes the great design.

[sea!

Long o'er the figur'd work, with vast surprise, Admiring Neptune roll'd his ravish'd eyes; Then, rising from his throne, thus call'd aloud; "Ye lovely daughters of the briny flood! Haste, comb your silver locks, and straight prepare To fill my train, and gaze in upper air. This day, majestic glories you shall see; Come, all ye watery powers, who under me Your little tridents wield, and rule the boisterous What god, that views the triumphs here display'd, Can to such worth refuse his heavenly aid?" He said no more-but bade two Tritons sound Their crooked shells, to spread the summons round. Through the wide caves the blast is heard afar; With speed two more provide his azure car, A concave shell; two the finn'd coursers join: All wait officious round, and own th' accustom'd The god ascends; his better hand sustains [sign; The three-fork'd spear, his left directs the reins. Through breaking waves, the chariot mounts him high;

Before its thundering course, the frothy waters fly;
He gains the surface; on his either side,

The bright attendants, rang'd with comely pride,
Advance in just array, and grace the pompous tide.
Meanwhile Britannia's king conspicuous stood,
And, from his deck, survey'd the boundless flood.
Smooth was the glassy scene, the Sun beheld
His face unclouded in the liquid field.
The gazing Nereids, in a shining train,
Enclose the ruler of the British main,
And sweetly sing; suspended winds forbear
Their lond complaints, the soothing lay to hear.
"Hail, sacred charge," they cry; "the beauties we
Of Neptune's court, are come t' attend on thee;
Accept our offer'd aid! thy potent sway,
Unbounded by the land, these watery realms obey;
And we, thy subject-powers, our duteous homage
See Neptune's self, inferior in command,
Presents his trident to thy honour'd hand!"
They said; the sire approach'd with awe pro-
found;

[pay.

The rite perform'd, their shells the Tritons sound; Swell'd with the shrill alarm, the joyful billows

bound.

Now, from the shore, Britannia first descries White sails afar; then bulky vessels rise,

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MAY IT PLEASE YOUR CRACE,

THOUGH the great loss we suffered in the death of the king has been so happily supplied by her majesty's accession to the throne, and her late coronation justly filled the hearts of her subjects with joy: yet so glorious a reign as the last will always be remembered with admiration by all good and wise men; and your grace has given sufficient proofs, that you are of that number. It can never therefore be thought too late to offer a just tribute to his late majesty's memory, and to that of his great ancestors, a race so illustriously distinguished in Europe; though this indeed might sooner have been attempted, but for many interruptions, too inconsiderable for your grace's notice. How I have performed is humbly submitted to your grace's judgment, and to the judgment of all those gentlemen who are used to entertain themselves with writings of this sort. But if, through the author's want of genius, the poem itself should be thought inconsiderable, I am sure it will have some distinction from the great names it celebrates, and the great patron it is inscribed to. And to whom should the praises of eminent virtue be addressed, but to such as are possessed of great virtues themselves? To whom can I better present the chief characters of a noble and ancient family, than to your grace, whose family is so ancient and so noble? And here I am proud to acknowledge, that some of my relations have been honoured with marks of favour from your grace's illustrious ancestors. This I confess has long given me the ambition of offering my duty to your grace; but chiefly that valuable character your grace has obtained among all worthy persons. I have not room to enlarge here, nor is there any need of it on a subject so well known as your grace's merits. Therefore I conclude with my humble request, that your grace would favour this ode with your acceptance, and do me the honour of believing, that, among the crowd of your admirers, there is not one who is more passionately or sincerely so, than

your grace's most humble,

and most obedient servant,
JOHN HUGHES.

THE HOUSE OF NASSAU.

GODDESS of numbers, and of thoughts sublime! Celestial Muse! whose tuneful song

Can fix heroic acts, that glide along

Down the vast sea of ever-wasting Time,

And all the gilded images can stay,
Till Time's vast sea itself be roll'd away;
O now assist with consecrated strains!

Let Art and Nature join to raise

A living monument of praise

O'er William's great remains.
While Thames, majestically sad, and slow,
Seems by that reverend dome to flow,
Which, new-interr'd, his sacred urn contains.
If thou, O Muse, would'st e'er immortal be,
This song bequeaths thee immortality;

For William's praise can ne'er expire,
Though Nature's self at last must die,
And all this fair-erected sky

Must sink with earth and sea, and melt away in fire.

Begin the spring of virtue trace, That, from afar descending, flow'd Through the rich veins of all the godlike race, And fair renown on all the godlike race bestow'd! This ancient source of noble blood

Through thee, Germania, wandering wide,
Like thy own Rhine's enriching tide,
In numerous branches long diffus'd its flood.
Rhine, scarce more ancient, never grac'd thee more,
Though mantling vines his comely head surround,
And all along his sunny shore
Eternal plenty 's found.

From Heaven itself the illustrious line began;
Ten ages in descent it ran,

In each descent increas'd with honours new.
Never did Heaven's Supreme inspire
In mortal breasts a nobler fire,
Nor his own image livelier drew.
Of pure ethereal flame their souls he made,
And, as beneath his forming hands they grew,
He bless'd the master-work, and said;
"Go forth, my honour'd champions, go,
To vindicate my cause below!
Awful in power, defend for me
Religion, Justice, Liberty,
And at aspiring Tyranny
My delegated thunder throw!

For this, the great Nassovian name I raise,
And still this character divine,
Distinguish'd through the race shall shine,
Zeal for their country's good, and thirst of virtuous
praise."

Now look, Britannia, look, and see Through the clear glass of history, From whom thy mighty sovereign came, And take a larger view of far-extended fame. See, crowds of heroes rise to sight! Adolphus, with imperial splendour gay: Brave Philibert, unmatch'd in fight, Who led the German eagle to his prey, Thro' Lombardy he mark'd his conquer'd way, And made proud Rome and Naples own his unresisted

might.

His gallant nephew next appears,

And on his brows the wreaths of conquest wears,
Though streaming wounds the martial figure stain;
For thee, Great Charles', in battle slain,
Slain in all a soldier's pride,

He fell triumphant by thy side,
And falling fought, and fighting dy'd,

And lay, a manly corpse, extended on the plain.

3 Adolphus the emperor, of the House of Nassau. Rene of Nassau, 5 Charles V.

See next, majestically great,
The founder of the Belgic state!
The Sun of glory, which so bright
Beam'd on all the darling line,
Did, from its golden urn of light,
On William's head redoubled shine;
His youthful looks diffus'd an awe.
Charles, who had try'd the race before,
And knew great merits to explore,
When he his rising virtue saw,
He put in friendship's noble claim;
To his imperial court the hero brought,
And there by early honours sought
Alliance with his future fame.

O generous sympathy, that binds
In chains unseen the bravest minds!

O love to worthy deeds, in all great souls the same!

But time at last brought forth th' amazing day,
When Charles, resolv'd to disengage
From empire's toils his weary age,
Gave with each hand a crown away.
Philip, his haughty son, afraid
Of William's virtue's, basely chose
His father's favourite to depose;
His tyrant reign requir'd far other aid;

And Alva's fiery duke, his scourge of vengeance, rose;
With flames of inquisition rose from Hell,

Of slaughter proud, and insolent in blood.
What hand can paint the scenes of tragic woes?
What tongue, sad Belgia! can thy story tell,
When with her lifted axe proud Murder stood,
And thy brave sons, in crowds unnumber'd, fell!
The Sun, with horrour of the sight,
Withdraws his sickly beams, and shrouds
His muffled face in sullen clouds,

And, on the scaffolds, faintly sheds a pale malignant light.

6

Thus Belgia's Liberty expiring lay,
And almost gasp'd her generous life away,
Till Orange hears her moving cries;
He hears, and, marching from afar,
Brings to her aid the sprightly War.
At his approach, reviv'd with fresh supplies,
Of gather'd strength, she on her murderers flies.
But Heaven, at first, resolv'd to try
By proofs adverse his constancy.
Four armies lost, two gallant brothers' slain,
Will he the desperate war maintain?
Though rolling tempests darken all the sky,
And thunder breaks around his head,
Will he again the faithless sea explore,
And, oft driven back, still quit the shore?
He will-his soul averse to dread,
Unwearied, still the spite of Fortune braves,
Superior, and serene, amidst the stormy waves.

Such was the man, so vast his mind!
The steady instrument of Fate,

To fix the basis of a rising state!
My Muse with horrour views the scene behind,
And fain would draw a shade, and fain
Would hide his destin'd end, nor tell
How he the dreaded foe of Spain,
More fear'd than thousands on the plain,

"He was then in Germany.

7 The counts Lodowick and Henry.

Sævis tranquillus in undis, the prince's motto.

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