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TO THE MEMORY OF
HIS HIGHNESS OLIVER,
LATE LORD PROTECTOR OF THIS COMMONWEALTH
WRITTEN AFTER THE CELEBRATING OF HIS FUNERAL.
Who would before have borne him to the sky,
Joined with the loud applause of public voice; Since heaven, what praise we offer to his name, Hath rendered too authentic by its choice.
Since they, whose muses have the highest flown, Add not to his immortal memory,
But do an act of friendship to their own:
Such monuments as we can build to raise ; Lest all the world prevent what we should do,
And claim a title in him by their praise.
How shall I then begin, or where conclude,
To draw a fame so truly circular ?
For he was great, ere fortune made him so: And wars, like mists that rise against the sun, Made him but greater seem, not greater grow.
But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring;
VIII. Fortune, (that easy mistress to the
sway, And set as sea-marks for himself to shun; Not like rash monarchs, who their youth betray
By acts their age too late would wish undone.
* Note II.
We owe that blessing, not to him, but heaven,
First sought to inflame the parties, then to poise:
We inward bled, whilst they prolonged our pain;
Like that bold Greek, who did the East subdue;
Till by new maps the island might be shewn;
Still thrived; || no winter could his laurels fade:
And drew it perfect, yet without a shade.
* Note III.
+ Note IV.
| Note V.
|| Note VI.
Which war had banished, and did now restore:
And treacherous Scotland, to no interest true,
When to pale mariners they storms portend;
Did love and majesty together blend,
'Tis true, his countenance did imprint an awe,
And naturally all souls to his did bow;
He Mars deposed, and arms to gowns made yield; Successful councils did him soon approve,
As fit for close intrigues, as open field.
* Note VII, + Note VIII. Note IX. Il Note X.
§ To which deity the Romans usually sacrificed before marche ing to war, according to an ancient institution of Romulus,
Our once boid rival of the British main;
XXII. Fame of the asserted sea, through Europe blown,
Made France and Spain ambitious of his love; Each knew that side must conquer he would own, And for him fiercely, as for empire, strove.
XXIII. No sooner was the Frenchman's cause embraced, Than the light Monsieur the grave Don out
weighed:t His fortune turned the scale where'er 'twas cast, Though Indian mines w.ge in the other laid.
For, though some meaner artist's skill were shown,
The worth of each, with its alloy, he knew;
By intuition, in his own large breast;
| Note XIII.