And with this beauteous lady you may gain (This lady, that alone

Of greater value is than any throne)

Without that rapine, guilt, and hate,
By a calm and even fate,

That empire, which they did so short a while maintain.

THE MAN OF

HONOUR.

Occafioned by a Postscript of Penn's Letter.

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OT all the threats or favour of a crown,
A prince's whifper, or a tyrant's frown,

Can awe the fpirit, or allure the mind,
Of him, who to strict honour is inclin'd.
Though all the pomp and pleasure that does wait
On public places, and affairs of state,
Should fondly court him to be bafe and great;
With even paffions, and with fettled face,
He would remove the harlot's false embrace.
Though all the storms and tempests should arife,
That church-magicians in their cells advice,
And from their fettled bafis nations tear,
He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear;
Secure in innocence contemn them all,
And decently array'd in honours fall.

For this, brave Shrewsbury and Lumley's name
Shall stand the foremost in the lift of fame;
Who first with steady minds the current broke,
And to the fuppliant monarch boldly spoke;

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"And would you rob us of the noblest part?

Accept a facrifice without a heart?

"Tis much beneath the greatness of a throne,
"To take the casket when the jewel's gone;
" Debauch our principles, corrupt our race,
" And teach the nobles to be false and bafe;
"What confidence can you in them repose,
"Who, ere they serve you, all their value lofe?
"Who once enslave their confcience to their luft,
"Have loft their reins, and can no more be just.
"Of honour, men at first like women nice,
"Raise maiden scruples at unpractis'd vice;

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With wonders born, by miracles preserv'd,
A heavenly Host the infant's cradle serv'd:
And men his healing empire's omen read,
When fun with stars, and day with night agreed,
His youth for valorous patience was renown'd;
Like David, perfecuted first, then crown'd:
Lov'd in all courts, admir'd where'er he came,
At once our nation's glory, and its shame :
They bleft the ifle where fuch great spirits dwell,
Abhorr'd the men, that could fuch worth expel.
To fpare our lives, he meekly did defeat
Those Sauls, whom wand'ring affes made fo great;
Waiting till heaven's election should be shown,
And the Almighty should his unction own.
And own he did his powerful arm display'd;
And Ifrael, the belov'd of God, obey'd;
Call'd by his people's tears, he came, he eas'd
The groaning nation, the black storms appeas'd,
Did greater blessings, than he took, afford;
England itself was more, than he, restor'd.
Unhappy Albion, by strange ills oppress'd,
In various fevers tost, could find no reft;
Quite fpent and weary'd, to his arms the fled,
And rested on his shoulders her fair bending head,

In conquests mild, he came from exile kind;
No climes, no provocations, chang'd his mind;
No malice shew'd, no hate, revenge, or pride,
But rul'd as meekly, as his father dy'd;
Eas'd us from endless wars, made difcords cease,
Reftor'd to quiet, and maintain'd in peace.

A mighty