And England does like brave Vienna stand,
Befieg'd by Infidels on either hand;

What means this peaceful train, this pompous fight?
What means this royal beauteous pair?

This troop of youths and virgins heavenly fair,
That does at once aftonifh and delight;
Great Charles, and his illuftrious brother here,
No bold affaffinate need fear;

Here is no harmful weapon found,

Nothing but Cupid's darts and Beauty here can wound.

II.

How grateful does this scene appear
To us, who might too juftly fear
We never should have feen again

Aught bright, but armour on the plain!

Ne'er in their chearful garb t' have feen the fair,
While all, with melting eyes and wild dishevel'd hair,
Had mourn'd their brothers, fons, and husbands flain.
Thefe dufky fhadows make this fcene more bright;
The horror adds to the delight.

This glorious pomp our spirits chears; from hence
We lucky omens take, new happiness commence.

III.

Thus when the gathering clouds a storm prepare,
And their black force affociate in the air;
(Endeavouring to eclipfe the bounteous light,
Who, with kind warmth, and powerful rays,
Them to that envy'd height

From their mean native earth did raise.)

A thoughtful

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 fo fhort a while maintain.

THE ΜΑΝ OF

HONOUR.

Occafioned by a Poftfcript of Penn's Letter.

NOT all the threats or favour of a crown,

A prince's whisper, or a tyrant's frown,

Can awe the fpirit, or allure the mind,

Of him, who to ftrict honour is inclin'd.
Though all the pomp and pleafure 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 falfe embrace.
'Though all the storms and tempests should arise,
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 ftand 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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"Great

"Great Sir, renown'd for conftancy, how juft
"Have we obey'd the crown, and ferv'd our trust,
"Efpous'd your cause and interest in distress,
"Yourself must witness, and our foes confess!
"Permit us then ill-fortune to accufe,

"That you at last unhappy councils use,
"And ask the only thing we must refuse.
"Our lives and fortunes freely we 'll expose,
"Honour alone we cannot, must not lofe;
"Honour, that fpark of the celestial fire,
"That above nature makes mankind aspire;
"Enobles the rude paffions of our frame
"With thirft of glory, and defire of fame;
"The richest treafure of a generous breast,

"That gives the stamp and standard to the rest. "Wit, ftrength, and courage, are wild dangerous force, "Unless this foftens and directs their courfe; "And would you rob us of the nobleft part? "Accept a facrifice without a heart? "Tis much beneath the greatnefs of a throne, "To take the cafket when the jewel's gone; "Debauch our principles, corrupt our race, "And teach the nobles to be falfe and bafe; "What confidence can you in them repose, "Who, ere they ferve you, all their value lofe? "Who once enflave their confcience to their luft, "Have loft their reins, and can no more be just. "Of honour, men at first like women nice, "Raife maiden fcruples at unpractis'd vice;

"Their modeft nature curbs the ftruggling flame, "And ftifles what they wish to act, with shame: "But once this fence thrown down, when they perceive "That they may tafte forbidden fruit and live; "They ftop not here their course, but safely in, "Grow ftrong, luxuriant, and bold in fin; "True to no principles, prefs forward ftill, "And only bound by appetite their will: "Now fawn and flatter, while this tide prevails, "But fhift with every veering blast their sails. "Mark thofe that meanly truckle to your power, "They once deserted, and chang'd sides before, "And would to-morrow Mahomet adore.

"On higher fprings true men of honour move,
"Free is their fervice, and unbought their love :
"When danger calls, and honour leads the way,
"With joy they follow, and with pride obey :
"When the rebellious foe came rolling on,
"And shook with gathering multitudes the throne,
"Where were the minions then? What arm, what force,
"Could they oppose to stop the torrent's course?
"Then Pembroke, then the nobles firmly ftood,
"Free of their lives, and lavish of their blood;
"But, when your orders to mean ends decline,
"With the fame conftancy they all refign."

Thus fpake the youth, who open'd first the way,
And was the Phosph'rus to the dawning day;
Follow'd by a more glorious fplendid host,
Than any age, or any realm can boast:

So great their fame, fo numerous their train,
To name were endless, and to praise in vain;
But Herbert and great Oxford merit more;
Bold is their flight, and more sublime they foar;
So high their virtue as yet wants a name,
Exceeding wonder, and furpaffing fame:
Rife, glorious church, erect thy radiant head;
The storm is paft, th' impending tempeft fled;
Had Fate decreed thy ruin or difgrace,
It had not given fuch fons fo brave a race;
When for deftruction heaven a realm defigns,
The symptoms first appear in flavish minds.
These men would pròp a finking nation's weight,
Stop falling vengeance, and reverse ev'n fate.
Let other nations boast their fruitful foil,
Their fragrant fpices, their rich wine and oil;
In breathing colours, and in living paint,
Let them excel; their maftery we grant.
But to inftruct the mind, to arm the foul
With virtue which no dangers can control;
Exalt the thought, a fpeedy courage lend,
That horror cannot fhake, or pleasure bend;
Thefe are the English arts, these we profess,
To be the fame in mifery and fuccess ;
To teach oppreffors law, affift the good,
Relieve the wretched, and fubdue the proud.
Such are our fouls: but what doth worth avail
When kings commit to hungry priests the scale ?
All merit 's light when they difpofe the weight,
Who either would embroil or rule the ftate;