Like that our painted ancestors so priz'd,
Ere empire's arts their breasts had civiliz'd.
How great were then our Charles' woes, who thus
Was forc'd to suffer for himself and us!
He toss'd by Fate, and hurry'd up and down,
Heir to his father's sorrows with his crown,
Could taste no sweets of youth's desired age,
But found his life too true a pilgrimage.
Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn estate,
His manly courage overcame his fate.
His wounds he took, like Romans, on his breast,
Which by his virtue were with laurels dress'd.
As souls reach heav'n while yet in bodies pent,
So did he live above his banishment.
That sun, which we beheld with cozen'd eyes
Within the water, mov'd along the skies.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind,
With full spread sails to run before the wind'
But those that 'gainst stiff gales laveering go,
Must be at once resolv'd and skiful too.
He would not, like soft Otho, hope prevent,
But stay'd and suffer'd Fortune to repent.
These virtues Galba in a stranger sought,
And Piso to adopted empire brought.
How shall I then my doubtful thoughts express,
That must his suff'rings both regret and bless!
For when his carly valour Heav'n had cross'd,
And all at Worc'ster but the honour lost,
Forc'd into exile from his rightful throne,
He made all countries, where he came, his own;
And viewing monarch's secret arts of sway,
A royal factor for his kingdoms lay.
Thus banish'd David spent abroad his time,
When to be God's anointed was his crime;
And when restor'd made his proud neighbours rue
Those choice remarks he from his travels drew.
Nor is he only by afflictions shown
To conquer others' realms, but rule his own;
Recov'ring hardly what he lost before,
His right endears it much, his purchase more.
Inur'd to suffer ere he came to reign,
No rash procedure will his actions stain:
To bus'ness ripen'd by digestive thought,
His future rule is into method brought:
As they who first proportion understand,
With easy practice reach a master's hand.
Well might the ancient poets then confer
On Night the honour'd name of Counsellor.
Since, struck with rays of prosp'rous fortune blind, We light alone in dark afflictions find.
In such adversities to sceptres train'd,
The name of Great his famous grandsire gain'd:
Who yet a king alone in name and right,
With hunger, cold, and angry Jove did fight;
Shock'd by a covenanting league's vast pow'rs,
As holy and as catholic as ours:
Till Fortune's fruitless spite had made it known,
Her blows not shook, but rivetted his throne.
Some lazy ages, lost in sleep and ease;
No action leave to busy chronicles:
Such, whose supine felicity but makes
In story chasms, in epochas mistakes;
O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down,
Till with his silent sickle they are mown.
Such is not Charles' too, too active age,
Which, govern'd by the wild distemper'd rage
Of some black star infecting all the skies,
Made him, at his own cost, like Adam, wise.
Tremble, ye Nations, who, secure before,
Laugh'd at those arms that 'gainst ourselves we bore; Rous'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail, Our lion now will foreign foes assail. With alga who the sacred altar strows? To all the sea-gods Charles an off'ring owes: A bull to thee, Portunus, shall be slain, A lamb to you, ye Tempests of the main : For these loud storms, that did against him roar, Have cast his shipwreck'd vessel on the shore. Yet as wise artists mix their colours so, That by degrees they from each other go; Black steals unheeded from the neighb'ring white, Without offending the well-cozen'd sight; So on us stole our blessed change, while we Th' effect did feel, but scarce the manner see,
Frosts that constrain the ground, and birth deny 130
To flow'rs that in its womb expecting lie,
Do seldom their usurping power withdraw,
But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw.
Cur thaw was mild, the cold not chas'd away,
But lost in kindly heat of lengthen'd day.
Heav'n would no bargain for its blessings drive,
But, what we could not pay for, freely give.
The Prince of Peace would, like himself, confer
A gift unhop'd without the price of war:
Yet, as he knew his blessings worth, took care 140
That we should know it by repeated pray'r;
Which storm'd the skies, and ravish'd Charles from
As heav'n itself is took by violence.
Booth's forward valour only serv'd to show
He durst that duty pay we all did owe:
Th' attempt was fair; but Heav'ns prefixed hour
Not come so, like the watchful traveller,
That by the moon's mistaken light did rise,
Lay down again, and clos'd his weary eyes.
'Twas Monk, whom Providence design'd to loose
Those real bonds false freedom did impose.
The blessed saints, that watch'd this turning scene,
Did from their stars with joyful wonder lean,
To see small clues draw vastest weights along,
Not in their bulk; but in their order strong.
Thus pencils can by one slight touch restore
Smiles to that changed face that wept before.
With ease such fond chimæras we pursue,
As fancy frames for fancy to subdue:
But when ourselves to action we betake,
It shuns the mint like gold that chymists make.
How hard was then his task, at once to be,
What in the body natural we see?
Man's Architect distinctly did ordain
The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the brain, 165
Through viewless conduits spirits to dispense,
The springs of motion from the seat of sense.
'Twas not the hasty product of a day,
But the well-ripen'd fruit of wise delay.
He, like a patient angler, ere he strook,
Would let him play a while upon the hook.
Our healthful food the stomach labours thus,
At first embracing what it straight doth crush.
Wise leaches will not vain receipts obtrude,
While growing pains pronounce the humours crude;
Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill,
Till some safe crisis authorize their skill.
Nor could his acts too close a vizard wear,
To 'scape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear,
And guard with caution that polluted nest,
Whence Legion twice before was dispossess'd:
Once sacred house; which when they enter'd in,
They thought the place could sanctify a sin;
Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink,
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