ON THE LATE

HORRID CONSPIRACY.

THE * youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd,

Finding his + royal enemy betray'd,
And in his chariot by † vile hands opprefs'd,
With noble pity and just rage possess'd,
Wept at his fall from fo fublime a state,
And by the traitor's death reveng'd the fate
Of majesty profan'd---so acted too
The generous Cæfar, when the Roman knew
A § coward King had treacherously slain,
** Whom scarce he foil'd on the Pharfalian plain :
The doom of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd,
And the base author of the crime dethron'd.
Such were the virtuous maxims of the great,
Free from the servile arts of barbarous hate:
They knew no foe but in the open field,
And to their cause and to the gods appeal'd.
So William acts---and if his rivals dare

Dispute his reign by arms, he'll meet them there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale,
And lets the good, the just, and brave, prevail.

TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE,

Upon the Death of his Son before LUXEMBURGH.

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'E's gone! and was it then by your decree, Ye envious powers, that we should only fee This copy of your own divinity?

Or thought ye it surpaffing human state,

To have a blessing lasting as 't was great?
Your cruel skill you better ne'er had shown,
Since you fo foon design'd him all your own.
Such fostering favours to the damn'd are given,
When, to increase their hell, you show them heaven.
Was it too godlike, he should long inherit
At once his father's and his uncle's spirit?
Yet as much beauty, and as calm a breaft,
As the mild dame whose teeming womb he blest.
H' had all the favours Providence could give,
Except its own prerogative to live ;
Reserv'd in pleasures, and in dangers bold,
Youthful in action, and in prudence old;
His humble greatness, and fubmiffive state,
Made his life full of wonder, as his fate;
One, who, to all the heights of learning bred,
Read books and men, and practis'd what he read.
Round the wide globe scarce did the bufy fun
With greater hafte and greater luftre run.
I rue gallantry and grandeur he defery'd,
From the French fopperies, and German pride.

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And like th' industrious bee, where'er he flew,
Gather'd the sweets which on sweet blossoms grew.

Babel's confused speeches on his tongue,
With a fweet harmony and concord hung.
More countries than for Homer did conteft
Do ftrive who most were by his prefence blest.
Nor did his wifdom damp his martial fire,
Minerva both her portions did inspire,
Use of the warlike bow and peaceful lyre.
So Cæfar doubly triumph'd when he wrote,
Showing like wit, as valour when he fought.

If God, as Plato taught, example takes
From his own works, and fouls by patterns makes,
Much of himself in him he did unfold,
And cast them in his darling Sidney's mold,
Of too refin'd a fubstance to be old.
Both did alike disdain an hero's rage
Should come like an inheritance by age.
Ambitiously did both confpire to twift
Bays with the ivy, with their temples kist:
Scorning to wait the flow advance of time,
Both fell like early blossoms in their prime,
By blind events, and Providence's crime.
Yet both, like Codrus, o'er their yielding foe,
Obtain'd the conquest, in their overthrow;
And longer life do purchase by their death,
In fame compleating what they want in breath.
Oh! had kind fate stretch'd the contracted span,
To the full glories of a perfect man;

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And, as he grew, could every rolling year
A new addition to our wonder bear,

H' had paid to his illustrious line that stock
Of ancient honour, which from thence he took.
But oh!

So hasty fruits, and too ambitious flowers,
Scorning the midwifery of ripening showers,
In fpite of frofts, spring from th' unwilling earth,
But find a nip untimely as their birth:
Abortive issues so delude the womb,
And scarce have being, ere they want a tomb.
Forgive, my Lord, the Muse that does afpire

With a new breath to fan your raging fire;
Whofe each officious and unskilful found
Can with fresh torture but enlarge the wound.
Could I, with David, curse the guilty plain,
Where once more lov'd than Jonathan was flain;
Or could I flights high as his merits raise,
Clear as his virtue, deathless as his praise;
None who, though laurels crown'd their aged head,
Admir'd him living, and ador'd him dead,
With more devotion should enrol his name
In the long-confecrated lift of fame.

But, fince my artless and unhallow'd strain
Will the high worth, it should commend, profane;
Since I despair my humble verse should prove

Great as your loss, or tender as your love;

My heart with fighings, and with tears mine eye,

Shall the defect of written grief fupply.

Dedicated to the blessed Memory of her late gracious Majesty Queen MARY.

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NCE more, my Muse,---we must an altar raise;---
May it prove lasting, as Maria's praise;
And, the fong ended, be the swan's thy doom;
Rest ever filent, as Maria's tomb.

But whence shall we begin? or whither steer?
Her virtues like a perfect round appear,
Where judgment lies in admiration lost,
Not knowing which it should distinguish most.

Some angel, from your own, describe her frame,
For fure your godlike beings are the fame :
All that was charming in the fairer kind,
With manly sense and resolution join'd;
A mien compos'd of mildness and of state,
Not by constraint or affectation great;
But form'd by nature for fupreme command;
Like Eve just moulded by the Maker's hand;
Yet fuch her meekness, as half-veil'd the throne,
Left, being in too great a lustre shown,
It might debar the fubject of accefs,
And make her mercies and our comforts less.
So Gods, of old, defcending from their sphere
To visit men, like mortals did appear:
Left their too awful prefence should affright
Those whom they meant to bless, and to delight.

Thus