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A36701	Three poems upon the death of the late usurper Oliver Cromwel written by Mr. Jo. Drydon, Mr. Sprat of Oxford, Mr. Edm. Waller.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Sprat, Thomas, 1635-1713.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2382; ESTC R9114	8,790	29

Storms and dismal Night Did all the Land afright ` T was time for thee to bring forth all our Light Thou lest'st thy more delightful Peace Thy Private life and better case Then down thy Steel and Armor took Wishing that it still hung upon the hook When death had got a large Commission out Throwing her Arrows and her Stings about Then thou as once the healing Serpent rose Was 't listed up not for thy self but us 7 Thy Country wounded 't was and sick before Thy Wars and Arms did her restore Thou knew'st where the disease did lye And like the Cure of Simpathy Thy strong and certain Remedy Unto the Weapon didst apply Thou didst not draw the Sword and so Away the Scabbard throw As if thy Country shou'd Be the inheritance of Mars and Blood But that when the great work was spun War in it self should be undone That Peace might land again upon the shore Richer and better than before The Husbandman no Steel should know None but the useful Iron of the Plow That bays might creep on every Spear And though our Sky was over-spread With a destructive Red 'T was but till thou our Sun didst in full light appear 8 When Ajax dyed the Purple Blood That from his Gaping Wounds had flow'd Turn'd into Letters every Leaf Had on it writ his Epitaph So from that Crimson Flood Which thou by fate of times wert led Unwillingly to Shed Letters and Learning rose and were renew'd Thou fought'st not out of Envy Hope or Hate But to refine the Church and State And like the Romans what er'e thou In the Field of Mars didst mow Was that a holy Island thence might grow Thy Wars as Rivers raised by a Shour Which Welcome louds do pour Though they at first may seem To carry all away with and inraged Stream Yet did not happen that they might destroy Or the better parts annoy But all the filth and Mud to scower And leave behind a Richer Slime To give a birth to a more happy power 9 In Field unconquer'd and so well Thou didst in Battels and in Arms excel That Steelly Arms themselves might be Worn out in War as soon as thee Success so close upon thy Troops did wait As if thou first hadst conquered Fate As if uncertain Victory Had been first overcome by thee As if her wings were clipt and could not flee Whilst thou didst only serve Before thou hadst what first thou didst deserve Others by thee did great things do Triumph'st thy self and mad'st them Triumph too Though they above thee did appear As yet in a more large and higher sphear Thou the Great Sun gav'st light to every Star Thy self an Army wert alone And mighty Troops contain'dst in one Thy only Sword did guard the Land Like that which slaming in the Angels hand From Men God's Garden did defend But yet thy Sword did more than his Not only guarded but did make this Land a Paradise 10 Thou sought'st not to be high or great Not for a Scepter or a Krown Or Ermyne Purple or the Throne But as the Vestal heat Thy Fire was kindled from above alone Religion putting on thy shield Brought thee Victorious to the Field Thy Arms like those which ancient Hero's wore VVere given by the God thou didst adore And all the Swords thy Armies had Were on an Heavenly Anvil made Not Int'rest or any weak desire Of Rule or Empire did thy mind inspire Thy valour like the holy Fire Which did before the Persian Armies go Liv'd in the Camp and yet was sacred too Thy mighty Sword anticipates VVhat was reserv'd for Heaven and those blest Seats And makes the Church triumphant here below 11 Though Fortune did not hang on thy Sword And did obey thy mighty word Though Fortune for thy side and thee Forgot her lov'd Inconstancy Amidst thy Arms and Trophies Thou Wert Valiant and Gentle too Wounded'st thy self when thou didst kill thy Foe Like Steel when it much work hath past That which was rough doth shine at last Thy Arms by being oftner us'd did smoother grow Nor did thy Battels make thee proud or high Thy Conquest rais'd the State not thee Thou overcame'st thy self in every Victory As when the Sun in a directer line Upon a Polish'd Golden Shield doth shine The Shield reflects unto the Sun again his Light So when the Heavens smil'd on the in Fight When thy propitious God had lent Success and Victory to thy Tent To Heaven again the Victory was sent 12 England till thou didst come Confin'd her Valour home Then onr own Rocks did stand Bounds to our Fame as well as Land And were to us as well As to our Enemies unpassible We were asham'd at what we read And blush't at what our Fathers did Because we came so far behind the dead The British Lyon hung his Main and droopt To slavery and burthens stoopt With a degenerate sleep and Fear Lay in his Den and languish't there At whose least voice before A trembling Eccho ran through every Shore And shook the World at every Rore Thou his subdued Courage didst restore Sharpen his Claws and in his Eyes Mad'st the same dreadful Lightning rise Mad'st him again afright the neighbouring Floods His mighty Thunder sound through all the woods Thou hast our Military Fame redeem'd Which was lost or Clouded seem'd Nay more Heaven did by thee bestow On us at once an Iron Age and Happy too 13 Till thou Command'st that Azure Chains of Waves Which Nature round about us sent Made us to every Pirate slaves Was rather burden than an Ornament Those fields of Sea that washt our shores Were plow'd and reap'd by other hands than ours To us the Liquid Mass Which doth about us run As it is to the Sun Only a Bed to sleep in was And not as now a powerful throne To shake and sway the World Thereon Our Princes in their hand a Globe did shew But not a perfect one Compos'd of Earth and Water too But thy Command the Floods obey'd Thou all the Wilderness of Water sway'd Thou didst but only Wed the Sea Not make her equal but a slave to thee Neptune himself did bear thy Yoke Stooped and trembled at thy Stroke He that ruled all the Main Acknowledg'd thee his Soveraign And now the Conquer'd Sea doth pay More Tribute to thy Thames than that unto the Sea 14 Till now our Valour did our selves more hurt Our Wounds to other Nations were a sport And as the Earth our Land produced Iron and Steel which should to tear our selves be used Our Strength within it self did break Like Thundering Cannons Crack And kill those that were nere While the Enemies secur'd and untouch't were But now our Trumpets thou hast made to sound Against our Enemies Walls in Foraign-ground And yet no Eccho back on us returning found England is now the happy peaceful Isle And all the World the while Is exercising Arms and Wars With forraign or Intestine Jars The Torch extinguish't here

we lend to others Oyl We give to all yet know our selves no fear We reach the Flame of ruine and of death Where e're we please Our Swords t'unsheath hilst we in calm and temperate Regions breath Like to the Sun whose heat is hurl'd Through every corner of the World Whose Flame through all the Air doth go And yet the Sun himself the while no fire doth know 15 Besides the Glories of thy peace Are not in number nor in value less Thy hand did Cure and close the Scars Of our bloody Civil Wars Not only Lanc'd but heal'd the Wound Made us again as healthy and as sound When now the Ship was well nigh lost After the Storm upon the Coast By its Mariners endanger'd most When they their Ropes and Helms had left When the Planks asunder clest And Floods came roaring in with mighty sound Thou a safe Land and Harbour for us found And savedst those that would themselves have drown'd A work which none but Heaven and thee could do Thou mad'st us happy whe're we would or no Thy Judgment Mercy Temperance so great As if those Vertues only in thy mind had seat Thy Piety not only in the Field but Peace When Heaven seem'd to be wanted least Thy Temples not like Janu's only were Open in time of VVar VVhen thou hadst greater cause of fear Religion and the Awe of Heaven possest All places and all times alike thy Breast 16 Nor didst thou only for thy Age provide But for the years to come beside Our after-times and late posterity Shall pay unto thy Fame as much as we They too are made by thee When Fate did call thee to a higher Throne And when thy Mortal work was done When Heaven did say it and thou must be gon Thou him to bear thy burthen chose Who might if any could make us forget thy loss Nor hadst thou him design'd Had he not been Not only to thy Blood but Vertue Kin Not only Heir unto thy Throne but Mind 'T is He shall perfect all thy Cures And with as sine a Thread weave out thy Loom So One did bring the Chosen people from Their Slavery and Fears Led them through their Pathless Road Guided himself by God He brought them to the Borders but a Second hand Did settle and Secure them in the Promis'd Land UPON THE LATE STORM AND DEATH Of the Late USURPER Oliver Cromwel Ensuing the same By Mr. Waller WE must resign Heav'n His great Soul do's claim In storms as loud as His Immortal Fame His dying groans his last Breath shakes our Isle And Trees uncut fall for His Funeral Pile About His palace their broad Roots are tost Into the Air So Romulus was lost New Rome in such a Tempest mis't their King And from Obeying fell to Worshipping On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead VVith ruin'd Okes and Pines about him spread The Poplar too whose bough he wont to wear On his Victorious Head lay prostrate there Those his last fury from the Mountain rent Our dying Hero from the Continent Ravish'd whole Towns and Forts from Spaniards rest As his last Legacy to Britain left The Ocean which so long our hopes confin'd Could give no limits to His vaster mind Our Bounds inlargement was his latest toyl Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle Under the Tropick is our language spoke And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke From Civil Broils he did us disingage Found nobler objects for our Martial rage And with wise Conduct to his Country show'd Their Ancient way of conquering abroad Ungrateful then if we no Tears allow To him that gave us Peace and Empire too Princes that fear'd him grieve concern'd to see No pitch of glory from the Grave is free Nature her self took notice of his death And sighing swel'd the Sea with such a breath That to remotest Shores her Billows rold Th' approaching Fate of her great-Ruler told FINIS

His Name a great example stands to show How strangely high endeavours may be blest Where Piety and Valour joyntly go To the Reverend Dr. WILKINS WARDEN OF WADHAM COLLEDGE IN OXFORD SIR SEeing you are pleas'd to think fit that these Papers should come into the publick which were at first design'd to live only in a Desk or some private friends hands I humbly take the boldness to commit them to the Security which your name and protection will give them with the most knowing part of the world There are two things especially in which they stand in need of your defence One is that they fall so infinitely below the full and lofty Genius of that excellent Poet who made this way of writing free of our Nation The other that they are so little proportion'd and equal to the renown of that Prince on whom they were written Such great Actions and Lives deserving rather to be the Subjects of the Noblest Pens and most Divine Phansies than of such small beginners and weak essayers in Poetry as my self Against these dangerous Prejudices there remains no other shield than the universal Esteem and Authority which your judgment and approbation carries with it The right you have to them Sir is not only upon the account of the Relation you had to this great Person nor of the General favour which all Arts receive from you but more peculiarly by reason of that obligation and zeal with which I am bound to dedicate my self to your service For having been a long time the object of your care and Indulgence towards the advantage of my studies and fortune having been moulded as it were by your own hands and form'd under your Government not to intitle you to any thing which my meaness produces would not only be injustice but sacrilege So that if there be any thing here tolerably said and which deserves Pardon it is yours Sir as well as he who is Your most Devoted and Obliged Servant TO THE MEMORY Of the Late USURPER Oliver Cromwel Pindarick Odes 1 T Is true Great Name thou art secure From the forgetfulness and Rage Of Death or Envy or devouring Age. Thou canst the force and teeth of Time endure Thy Fame like men the elder it doth grow Will of it self turn whiter too Without what needless Art can do Will live beyond thy breath beyond thy Hearse Though it were never heard or sung in verse Without our help thy Memory is safe They only want an Epitaph That does remain alone Alive in an Inscription Remembred only on the Brass or Marble Stone 'T is all in vain what we for thee can do All our Roses and Perfumes Will but officious folly shew And pious Nothings to such mighty Tombs All our Incence Gums and Balm Are but unnecessary duties here The Poets may their spices spare Their costly Numbers and their tuneful feet That need not be inbalm'd which of it self is sweet 2 We know to praise thee is a dangerous proof Of our Obedience and our Love For when the Sun and Fire meet Th' ones extinguish't quite And yet the other never is more bright So they that writ of Thee and joyn Their feeble names With Thine Their weaker sparks with thy Illustrious light Will lose themselves in that ambitious thought And yet no Flame to thee from them be brought We know blest Spirit thy mighty name Wants not Addition of another's Beam It 's for our Pens too high and full of Theam The Muses are made great by thee not thou by them Thy Fames eternal Lamp will live And in thy Sacred Urn survive Without the food or Oyl which we can give 'T is true but yet our duty calls our Songs Duty Commands our Tongues Though thou want not our praises we Are not excus'd for what we owe to thee For so men from Religion are not freed But from the Altars Cloud must rise Though Heaven it self doth nothing need And though the Gods don't want an Earthly Sacrifice 3 Great life of Wonders whose each year Full of new Miracles did appear Whos 's every Month might be Alone a Chronicle or a History Others great Actions are But thinly scatter'd here and there At best all but one single Star But thine the Milky way All one continued light and undistinguish't day They throng'd so close that nought else could be seen Scarce any common Sky did come between What shall I say or where begin Thou mayest in double Shapes be shown Or in thy Arms or in thy Gown Like Iove sometime with Warlike Thunder and Sometimes with peaceful Scepter in thy hand Or in the Field or on the Throne In what thy Head or what thy Arm hath done All that thou didst was so resin'd So full of Substance and so strongly joyn'd So pure so weighty Gold That the least grain of it If fully spread and beat Would many leaves and mighty volumes hold 4 Before thy name was publish't and whilst yet Thou only to thy self wert great Whilst yet thy happy Bud Was not quite seen or understood It then sure signs of future greatness shew'd Then thy domestick worth Did tell the World what it would be When it should fit occasion see When a full Spring should call it forth As bodies in the Dark and Night Have the same Colours the same Red and VVhite As in the open day and Light The Sun doth only show That they are bright not make them so So whilst but private Walls did know What we to such a Mighty mind should owe Then the same vertues did appear Though in a less and more Contracted Sphear As full though not as large as since they were And like great Rivers Fountains though At first so deep thou didst not go Though then thine was not so inlarg'd a flood Yet when 't was Little 't was as clear as good 5 'T is true thou wast not born unto a Crown The Scepter 's not thy Fathers but thy own Thy Purple was not made at once in haste But after many other colours past It took the deepest Princely Dye at last Thou didst begin with lesser Cares And private Thoughts took up thy private Years Those hands which were ordain'd by Fates To change the World and alter States Practic'd at first that vast design On meaner things with equal mind That Soul which should so many Scepters sway To whom so many Kingdoms should obey Learn'd first to rule in a Domestick way So Government it self began From Family and single Man Was by the small relations first Of Husband and of Father nurst And from those less beginnings past To spread it self o're all the World at last 6 But when thy Country then almost enthrall'd Thy Vertues and thy Courage call'd When England did thy Arms intreat And t 'had been sin in thee not to be great When every Stream and every Flood Was a true vein of Earth and ran with blood When unus'd Arms and unknown War Fill'd every place and every Ear When the great