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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33850	A Collection of poems on affairs of state by A.M. and other eminent wits ...	Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1689 (1689)	Wing C5176; ESTC R23725	18,930	37

he had run For his Army and Navy were said to increase As appears when we have no occasion in Peace Nay if the Dutch come we despise 'em so much Our Navy Incognito will leave 'em i' th' Lurch And to their Eternal Disgrace we are able To beat 'em by way of a Post and a Cable Why was this Sir left out of the Wise Declaration That flatter'd with Hopes of more Forces the Nation 'T would have done us great good to have said you intended The strength of the Nation The CHAIN should be mended Though we thank you for Passing so kindly your Word Which never was broke that you 'd Rule by the Sword This Promise we know you meant to fulfill And therefore you have reason by Gad to tak 't ill That the Bishops the Bishops did throw out the Bill Three POEMS on the Death of the late Usurper Oliver Cromwell Written by Mr. Iohn Dryden Mr. Sprat of Oxford and Mr. Edm. Waller Heroick Stanza's on the late Usurper Oliver Cromwell Written after his Funeral by Mr. Dryden I. AND now 't is time for their officious hast Who would before have born him to the Sky Like eager Romans ere all Rites were past Did let too soon the sacred Eagle fly II. Though our best Notes are Treason to his Fame Join'd with the loud applause of publick Voice Since Heaven what praise we offer to his Name Hath rendred too Authentick by its choice III. Though in his praise no Arts can liberal be Since they whose Muses have the highest flown Add not to his Immortal Memory But do an act of Friendship to their own IV. Yet 't is our duty and our interest too Such Monuments as we can build to raise Lest all the World prevent what we should do And claim a Title in him by their Praise V. How shall I then begin or where conclude To draw a Fame so truly Circular For in a round what order can be shew'd Where all the parts so equal perfect are VI. His Grandeur he deriv'd from Heaven alone For he was great ere Fortune made him so And Wars like Mists that rise against the Sun Made him but greater seem not greater grow VII No borrow'd Bays his Temples did adorn But to our Crown he did fresh Jewels bring Nor was his Vertue poison'd soon as born With the too early thoughts of being King. VIII Fortune that easie Mistriss to the young But to her Ancient Servants coy and hard Him at that Age her Favourites rank'd among When she her best lov'd Pompey did discard IX He private mark'd the Faults of others sway And set as Sea-marks for himself to shun Not like rash Monarchs who their youth betray By Acts their Age too late would wish undone X. And yet Dominion was not his design We owe that blessing not to him but Heaven Which to fair acts unsought rewards did join Rewards that less to him than us were given XI Our former Chiefs like Sticklers of the War First sought t' inflame the Parties then to poise The quarrel lov'd but did the cause abhor And did not strike to hurt but make a noise XII War our Consumption was their gainful Trade He inward bled whilst they prolong'd our pain He fought to end our fighting and assay'd To stanch the Blood by breathing of the Vein XIII Swift and resistless through the Land he past Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue And made to Battels such Heroick haste As if on Wings of Victory he flew XIV He Fought secure of Fortune as of Fame Still by new Maps the Island might be shown Of Conquests which he strew'd where e'er he came Thick as the Galaxy with Stars is sown XV. His Palms though under weights they did not stand Still thriv'd no Winter could his Laurels fade Heaven in his Portraict shew'd a Workman's hand And drew it perfect yet without a shade XVI Peace was the prize of all his toils and care Which War had banish'd and did now restore Bolognia's Walls thus mounted in the Air To seat themselves more surely than before XVII Her safety rescued Ireland to him owes And treacherous Scotland to no int'rest true Yet bless'd that Fate which did his Arms dispose Her Land to civilize as to subdue XVIII Nor was he like those Stars which only shine When to pale Mariners they Storms portend He had his calmer influences and his Mine Did Love and Majesty together blend XIX 'T is true his Count'nance did imprint an awe And naturally all Souls to his did bow As wands of Divination downward draw And point to beds where Sov'raign Gold doth grow XX. When past all offerings to Pheretrian Iove He Mars deposed and Arms to Gowns made yield Successful Counsels did him soon approve As fit for close Intrigues as open Field XXI To suppliant Holland he vouchsaf'd a Peace Our once bold Rival in the British Main Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease And buy our Friendship with her Idol Gain XXII Fame of the asserted Sea through Europe blown Made France and Spain ambitious of his Love Each knew that side must conquer he would own And for him fiercely as for Empire strove XXIII No sooner was the French -man's Cause imbrac'd Than the light Mounsieur the grave Don outweighed His Fortune turn'd the Scale where it was cast Though Indian Mines were in the other laid XXIV When absent yet we conquer'd in his Right For though that some mean Artist's Skill were shown In mingling Colours or in placing Light Yet still the fair Designment was his own XXV For from all Tempers he could Service draw The Worth of each with its allay he knew And as the Confident of Nature saw How she Complections did divide and brew XXVI Or he their single Vertues did survey By intuition in his own large Breast Where all the rich Idea's of them lay That were the Rule and Measure to the rest XXVII When such Heroick Vertue Heaven set out The Stars like Commons sullenly obey Because it drains them when it comes about And therefore is a Tax they seldom pay XXVIII From this high Spring our Foreign Conquests flow Which yet more glorious Triumphs do pretend Since their Commencement to his Arms they owe If springs as high as Fountains may ascend XXIX He made us Free-men of the Continent Whom Nature did like Captives treat before To Nobler preys the English Lion sent And taught him first in Belgian Walks to roar XXX That old unquestioned Pirate of the Land Proud Rome with dread the Fate of Dunkirk heard And trembling wish'd behind more Alpes to stand Although an Alexander were her Guard. XXXI By his Command we boldly cross'd the Line And bravely fought where Southern Stars arise We trac'd the far fetched Gold unto the Mine And that which brib'd our Fathers made our Prize XXXII Such was our Prince yet own'd a Soul above The highest Acts it could produce or show Thus poor Mechanick Arts in Publick move Whilst the