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A panegyrick to my Lord Protector by a gentleman that loves peace, union, and prosperity of the English nation.
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Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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1655
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A PANEGYRICK TO MY Lord Protector BY A GENTLEMAN THAT Loves the Peace Union and Prosperity OF THE English Nation CLAUDIAN c. Gaudet enim virtus testes sibi jungere Musas Carmen amat quisquis Carmine digna gerit LONDON Printed by Thomas Newcomb in Thames-street over against Baynards-Castle 1655. A PANEGYRICK TO MY Lord Protector WHILE with a strong and yet a gentle Hand You bridle Faction and our Hearts command Protect us from our Selves and from the Foe Make us Unite and make us Conquer too Let partial Spirits still aloud complain Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Raign And own no Liberty but where they may Without controule upon their Fellows prey Above the Waves as Neptune shew'd his Face To chide the Winds and save the Trojan Race So has your Highness rais'd above the rest Storms of Ambition tossing us represt Your drooping Country torn with Civill Hate Restor'd by you is made a glorious State The seat of Empire where the Irish come And the unwilling Scotch to fetch their doome The Sea 's our own and now all Nations greet With bending Sayles each Vessel of our Fleet Your Power extends as farr as Winds can blowe Or swelling Sayles upon the Globe may goe Heav'n that has plac'd this Island to give Lawe To balance Europe and her States to awe In this Conjunction does on Brittain smile The greatest Leader and the greatest Ile Whether this portion of the World were rent By the rude Ocean from the Continent Or thus Created it was sure design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind Hither th' oppressed shall henceforth resort Justice to crave and Succour at your Court And then your Highness not for ours alone But for the Worlds Protector shall be known Fame swifter then your winged Navie flyes Through every Land that near the Ocean lyes Sounding your Name and telling dreadfull newes To all that Piracy and Rapine use With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest Might hope to lift her Head above the rest What may be thought impossible to doe For us embraced by the Sea and You Lords of the Worlds great Waste the Ocean wee Whole Forrests send to Raigne upon the Sea And ev'ry Coast may trouble or relieve But none can visit us without your leave Angels and we have this Prerogative That none can at our happy Seat arrive While we descend at pleasure to invade The Bad with vengeance or the good to aide Our little World the Image of the Great Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set Of her own Growth has all that Nature craves And all that 's Rare as Tribute from the Waves A Egypt does not on the Clouds rely But to her Nyle owes more then to the Sky So what our Earth and what our Heav'n denies Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies The taste of hot Arabia's Spice we know Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow Without the Worm in Persian Silks we shine And without Planting Drink of every Vine To digg for Wealth we weary not our Limbs Gold though the heavy'st Metall hither swims Ours is the Harvest where the Indians mowe We plough the Deep and reap what others Sowe Things of the noblest kinde our own soyle breeds Stout are our men and Warlike are our Steeds Rome though her Eagle through the world had flown Could never make this Island all her own Here the third Edward and the black Prince too France conqu'ring Henry flourisht and now You For whom we stay'd as did the Grecian State Till Alexander came to urge their Fate When for more Worlds the Macedonian cry'de He wist not Thetis in her Lapp did hide Another yet a world reserv'd for you To make more great then that he did subdue He safely might old Troops to Battail leade Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede Whose hastie flight did from a bloodless Field More Spoyle then Honor to the Victor yield A Race unconquer'd by their Clyme made bold The Calidonians arm'd with want and cold Have by a fate indulgent to your Fame Bin from all Ages kept for you to tame Whom the old Roman wall so ill confin'd With a new chain of Garisons you bind Here forraign Gold no more shall make them come Our English Iron holds them fast at home They that henceforth must be content to know No warmer Region then their Hills of Snow May blame the Sun but must extoll your Grace Which in our Senate has allow'd them place Preferr'd by Conquest happily o'rethrowne Falling they rise to be with us made one So kinde Dictators made when they came home Their vanquish'd Foes free Citizens of Rome Like favor find the Irish with like Fate Advanc'd to be a portion of our State While by your Valour and your Courteous mind Nations divided by the Sea are joyn'd Holland to gain your Friendship is content To be our Out-guard on the Continent Shee from her fellow-Provinces would goe Rather then hazard to have you her Foe In our late Fight when Cannons did diffuse Preventing posts the terror and the newes Our neighbor-Princes trembled at their rore But our Conjunction makes them tremble more Your never-fayling Sword made War to cease And now you heale us with the arts of Peace Our minds with bounty and with awe engage Invite affection and restrain our rage Less pleasure take brave minds in battails won Then in restoring such as are undon Tygers have courage and the rugged Bear But man alone can whom he conquers spare To pardon willing and to punish loath You strike with one hand but you heal with both Lifting up all that prostrate lie you grieve You cannot make the dead again to live When Fate or Error had our Age mis-led And o'r these Nations such confusion spred The onely cure which could from Heav'n come down Was so much Power and Clemency in one One whose Extraction from an ancient Line Gives hope again that well-born Men may shine The meanest in your Nature milde and good The noble rest secured in your Blood Oft have we wonder'd how you hid in Peace A minde proportion'd to such things as these How such a ruling-Ruling-spirit you could restrain And practice first over your self to raign Your private Life did a just pattern give How Fathers Husbands pious Sons should live Born to command your Princely vertues slept Like humble David's while the Flock he kept But when your troubled Countrey call'd you forth Your flaming Courage and your Matchless worth Dazeling the eyes of all that did pretend To fierce Contention gave a prosp'rous end Still as you rise the State exalted too Finds no distemper while 't is chang'd by you Chang'd like the Worlds great Scene when without noise The rising Sun Nights vulgar Lights destroyes Had you some Ages past this Race of glory Run with amazement we should read your story But living Virtue all atchievements past Meets Envy still to gâ—apple with at last This Cesar found and that ungrateful Age Which losing him fell back to blood and rage Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke But cut the Bond of Union with that stroke That Sun once set a thousand meaner Stars Gave a dim light to Violence and Wars To such a Tempest as now threatens all Did not your mighty Arm prevent the fall If Romes great Senate could not weild that Sword Which of the Conquer'd world had made them Lord What hope had ours while yet their power was new To rule victorious Armies but by you You that had taught them to subdue their Foes Could Order teach and their high Spirits compose To every Duty could their Minds engage Provoke their Courage and command their Rage So when a Lyon shakes his dreadfull Mayn And angry growes if he that first took pain To tame his youth approach the haughty Beast He bends to him but frights away the rest As the vex'd World to finde repose at last It self into Augustus arms did cast So England now does with like toyle opprest Her weary Head upon your Bosome rest Then let the Muses with such Notes as these Instruct us what belongs unto our peace Your Battails they hereafter shall indite And draw the Image of our Mars in fight Tell of Towns storm'd of Armies over-run And mighty Kingdomes by your Conduct won How while you thunder'd Clouds of Dust did choak Contending Troops and Seas lay hid in smoak Illustrious acts high Raptures doe infuse And every Conqueror creates a Muse Here in low Strains your milder Deeds we sing But there my Lord wee 'll Bayes and Olive bring To Crown your Head while you in Triumph ride O're vanquish'd Nations and the Sea beside While all your Neighbor-Princes unto you Like Joseph's Sheaves pay rev'rence and bow FINIS