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Yet watch their time, that if you have forgot
They were your mistresses, the world may not;
Decay'd by time and wars, they only prove
Their former beauty by your former love,
And now present, as ancient ladies do,
That courted long, at length are forced to woo :
For still they look on you with such kind eyes
As those that see the church's sovereign rise,
From their own order chose, in whose high state
They think themselves the second choice of Fate.
When our great Monarch into exile went,
Wit and religion suffer'd banishment. (smoke,
Thus once, when Troy was wrapp'd in fire and
The helpless gods their burning shrines forsook;
They with the vanquish'd prince and party go,
And leave their temples empty to the foe.
At length the Muses stand, restored again
To that great charge which Nature did ordain;
And their loved druids seem revived by Fate,
While you dispense the laws and guide the state.
The nation's soul, our monarch, does dispense
Through you to us his vital influence;
You are the channel where those spirits flow,
And work them higher, as to us they go.

In open prospect 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 sight is limited where you are join'd,
And beyond that no farther Heaven can find.
So well your virtues do with his agree,
That, though your orbs of different greatness be,
Yet both are for each other's use disposed,
His to inclose, and yours to be inclosed :

Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an emptiness had come between.
Well may he then to you his cares impart,
And share his burden where he shares his heart.
In you his sleep still wakes; his pleasures find
Their share of business in your labouring mind.
So when the weary Sun his place resigns,
He leaves his light, and by reflection shines.

Justice, that sits and frowns where public laws
Exclude soft mercy from a private cause,

tribunal most herself does please; There only smiles, because she lives at ease; And, like young David, finds her strength the more, When disencumber'd from those arms she wore. Heaven would our 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 power was join'd) His fatal goodness left to fitter times, Not to increase, but to absolve our crimes : But when the heir of this vast treasure knew How large a legacy was left to you, (Too great for any subject to retain) He wisely tied it to the crown again : Yet, passing through your hands, it gathers more, As streams, through mines, bear tincture of their While empiric politicians use deceit, [ore. Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat, You boldly show 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,
Whose guilty sweetness first their world betray'd;
So by your counsels we are brought to view
A rich and undiscover'd world in you.
By you our monarch does that fame assure,
Which kings must have, or cannot live secure:
For prosperous princes gain their subjects' heart,
Who love that praise in which themselves have part.
By you he fits those subjects to obey;
As Heaven's eternal Monarch does convey

power unseen, and man to his designs By his bright ministers, the stars, inclines.

Our setting sun, from his declining seat, 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


the favourite of his last sad times, That is, a sufferer in his subjects' crimes. Thus those first favours you received were sent, Like Heaven's rewards, in earthly punishment. Yet Fortune, conscious of your destiny, E'en then took care to lay you softly by ; And wrapp'd your fate among her precious things, Kept fresh to be unfolded with your King's. Shown all at once you dazzled so our eyes, As new-born Pallas did the gods surprise, (wound, When, springing forth from Jove's new-closing She struck the warlike


into the ground, Which sprouting leaves did suddenly inclose, And peaceful olives, shaded as they rose.

How strangely active are the arts of peace, Whose restless motions less than wars do cease! Peace is not freed from labour, but from noise ; And war more force, but not more pains, employs.

Such is the mighty swiftness of your mind,
That, like the earth, it leaves our sense behind,
While you so smoothly turn and roll our sphere,
That rapid motion does but rest appear.
For, as in Nature's swiftness, with the throng
Of flying orbs while ours is borne along,
All seems at rest to the deluded eye,
Moved by the soul of the same harmony:
So, carried on by your unwearied care,
We rest in peace, and yet in motion share.
Let Envy, then, those crimes within you see,
From which the happy never must be free;
Envy, that does with Misery reside,
The joy and the revenge of ruin'd pride.
Think it not hard if, at so cheap a rate,
You can secure the constancy of Fate,
Whose kindness sent what does their malice seem,
By lesser ills the greater to redeem.
Nor can we this weak shower a tempest call,
But drops of heat, that in the sunshine fall.
You have already wearied Fortune so,
She cannot farther be

friend or foe;
But sits all breathless, and admires to feel
A fate so weighty, that it stops her wheel.
In all things else above our humble fate,
Your equal mind yet swells not into state,
But, like some mountain in those happy isles,
Where in perpetual spring young Nature smiles,
Your greatness shows; no horror to affright,
But trees for shade, and flowers to court the sight.
Sometimes the hill submits itself a while
In small descents, which do its height beguile;
And sometimes mounts, but so as billows play,
Whose rise not hinders but makes short our way.
Your brow, which does no fear of thunder know,
Sees rolling tempests vainly beat below;
And, like Olympus' top, the impression wears
Of love and friendship writ in former years :
Yet, unimpair'd with labours, or with time,
Your age but seems to a new youth to climb.
Thus heavenly bodies do our time beget,
And measure change, but share no part of it:
And still it shall without a weight increase,
Like this New-year, whose motions never cease:
For since the glorious course you have begun
Is led by Charles, as that is by the sun,
It must both weightless and immortal prove,
Because the centre of it is above.






The longest tyranny that ever sway'd,
Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd
Their free-born reason to the Stagyrite,
And made his torch their universal light.
So truth, while only one supplied the state,
Grew scarce and dear, and yet sophisticate.
Still it was bought (like empiric ware's or charms,
Hard words) seald up with Aristotle's arms.
Columbus was the first that shook his throne,
And found a Temperate in a Torrid zone ;

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