A translation of the sixth book of Mr. Cowley's Plantarum being a poem upon the late rebellion, the happy restoration of His Sacred Majesty, and the Dutch war ensuing. Plantarum libri sex. Book 6. English Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. 1680 Approx. 49 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 26 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A34832 Wing C6692 ESTC R17196 11736146 ocm 11736146 48464 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A34832) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 48464) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 487:15) A translation of the sixth book of Mr. Cowley's Plantarum being a poem upon the late rebellion, the happy restoration of His Sacred Majesty, and the Dutch war ensuing. Plantarum libri sex. Book 6. English Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. [4], 45 p. Printed for Samuel Walsall, London : 1680. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Dutch War, 1672-1678 -- Poetry. Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Poetry. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A TRANSLATION Of the Sixth Book of Mr. Cowley's PLANTARUM . BEING A Poem upon the late Rebellion , the Happy Restoration of His Sacred Majesty , and the Dutch War Ensuing . Bella per Angliacos plusquam Civilia Campos Iusque datum sceleri canimus — Lucan . — Crimine ab uno Disce omnes — Virg. LONDON , Printed for Samuel Walsall , at the Golden Frying-Pan in Leaden-Hall-Street , 1680. The Preface . THis little Poem I have Collected and Translated from the Sixth Book of Mr. Cowley's Plantarum , being intermix't with other Matters and Circumstances . I am very sensible how ill this Piece represents the Life , for if no Copy was ever so good as the Original , ( as the Divine Cowley himself says ) how imperfectly must the greatest Master perhaps that ever the world knew ( Virgil excepted ) be copied by the Pencil of a Dawber ? However this Translation may give you a tolerable Prospect of the Sense of the Author and the Beauty of his Thoughts , though divested of their Ornaments , and perhaps these ill-dress't Lines may at least be acceptable to those who have not the advantage of seeing them in their rich Habiliments . I have avoided a servile , verbal translation , observing that noted Rule of Horace : Non verbum verbo reddere sidus Interpres . — the only way an Author can be rendred perspicuous , and ( I may say ) intelligible in another language . By a verbal Translation nothing almost can be rendred well , and some things not tolerably ; As Mr. Dryden in his excellent discourse of Translations before Ovid's Epistles , observes . I will produce an instance out of the Sixth Book of Mr. Cowley's Plantarum here translated : Tergeminique eâdem fratres in morte Jacentes . The greatest Favourite of Apollo ( I doubt ) cannot render this well into English any way , much less by a literal translation . In some places of this Poem the sence is not determin'd at the end of the Stanza , which ( tho improper in Original Poems ) I think an ill natur'd Iudge may excuse in a Translation , where a man ha's , at the best , but a limited , and no absolute power , being confin'd to the sence of the Author ; which rather than pervert , I choose sometimes to be a little irregular in inconsiderable matters . 1. WHen Charles the Pious , Son of Iames the Wise , In Peace and Plenty Britain's Scepter sway'd , His Subjects happy ( if they knew to prize Their happiness ) by his just Reign were made . 2. Happy above all Kings , while Fate permits , Till the curst Tempest of Rebellion came , Now he 'bove Envy blest securely sits Among the Gods , crown'd with immortal Fame . 3. For while the dreadful Storms of cruel War Did all the rest of Europe rudely spoil , Peace o're the Ocean flew disturb'd with fear , And built her warm Nest in the British Isle . 4. Nor did the fruitful Goddess sit in vain , For strait , Faith , Justice , Plenty , ( who 's full Horn A Cure for most Diseases do's contain ) The golden Off-springs of rich Peace were born . 5. Such I believe was Saturn's Golden Reign . So smoothly pass't his quiet years away , Till Fortune her own weight could not sustain , Envy'd by Gods , by Men contemn'd , she lay : 6. And rash inconstant men too happy made , Tir'd with the kindness of a lovely Wife , Exchange her for an ugly painted Jade Fickle and lew'd ; O blessed Change of Life . 7. A seeming vigorous and luxuriant Health Death or Disease approaching still portends , When without cause apparent , and by stealth Languishing nature with it 's own weight bends : 8. Such was the Britans fair and sickly State , Happy , if Happiness they could have known . Impute not yet their ignorance to Fate , Since it was wilful , and the crime 's their own . 9. Fore-warning Prodigies , alas ! in vain The fatal Anger of the Gods proclaim ; So is fierce Thunder ( which big Clouds contain ) Before it breaks , known by fore-running Flame . 10. I saw , ( and still , methinks ▪ the horrid Sight I plainly see ) sad Signs o're all the Skies ; Heav'n seem'd the Tragic History to write Of all our sad approaching Miseries . 11. The Heavens ( which I tremble but to tell ) Which a bright Fiery Tempest did infold , Did represent the Burning Face of Hell , And about waves of Flaming Sulphur roll'd . 12. Strait then appear'd within a broken Cloud A horrid beauteous Scene , two Armies plac't And Marshall'd in rare Order , ready stood For Fight , with shining Armour nobly grac't : 13. Not Monck himself , that Hero Monck , the Grace And Pillar of his falling Country nam'd , In better order could those Armies place , Monck above all in War so justly fam'd : 14. Who perhaps in some Figure then express't In the Coelestial Army fiercely rode , High mounted on a Noble , Fiery Beast , Gracing the Heavens , looking like a God : 15. I heard ( unless fear did my senses cheat ) The Trumpets sound the Charge ; here Wings of Horse With bodies bended forwards fiercely meet ; The Foot their Spears brandish with mighty Force , 16. They from aetherial Guns true Thunder send , Involving in dark Clouds the Heav'nly Field , Which did the Cloud-begotten Men defend From mortal Eyes , and their brave Acts conceal'd . 17. Yet a confused Prospect of the Fight And of the Sky with Bloody Rivers swell'd We had by the Armours Brightness , and the Light Of the dire , threatning Flames the Guns expell'd . 18. At length the Army which the better shew'd , And Nobler both in Men and Armour , flies : But from the rest a dismal gloomy Cloud And Darkness of the future seal'd our Eyes . 19. But nor these Prodigies , nor many more , Which at that time by Pious Men were seen , Did stupid England to it's Sense restore , Careless , as if it had Lethargic been ; 20. Who then the Murmurs of the foolish Croud , Or hidden Seeds of Zeal Phanatic , fear'd ? Or Monsters of the Caledonian Wood ? And impious Cromwell had not then appear'd . 21. First rose a Cloud from Caledonian ground Which did the North and gentle Tweed invade , Forgetting once he did two Kingdoms bound He thinks of one he is the Center made : 22. By popular Winds fiercely impuls't it flyes To frighten England with it's deadly Shade , First to move terrour only Scotland tries , And in cool blood a Scene of War is plai'd . 23. A Silver show'r soon put the Foe to flight , A sort of Weapon never understood By our Forefathers , who alone in Fight Profuse , bought Peace with the sole price of Blood. 24. And yet this people prodigal and vain , Who did so dearly a short Peace create , Lasting Rebellion purchas 't and Prophane Dire Civil War at a much dearer rate : 25. Now Peace it self with the first Blood was stain'd , ( O dreadful Omen of ensuing Fate ! ) A purple Fountain op'ning she prophan'd , And in the Senate with the Furies sate . 26. A great man falls by th' Envy of the Great , A just by th' unjust hatred of the Croud , Noise do's the wise and Eloquent defeat : Rivers of Blood ( Strafford ) thy sacred Blood Must expiate , which Miseries will bring Both to the guilty People and the guiltless King : 27. Worcester condemn'd for the first seat of War , A mournful Victor her good fate deplores , Her Severn's Tears and Murmurings declare Her Grief ; she rages , foams , and beats the shores ; 28. But she that now with so much grief and care The op'ning of the War do's apprehend , ( Who can believe it ? ) of this fatal War With much more sorrow shall behold the End ; 29. Methinks I 'me mounted high on Kinton Hills , The Vale beneath with a red Sea of Blood Is overflow'd , and dire Bellona fills With heaps of slaughter'd Men , the sanguine Flood . 30. What a prodigious Harvest through the Field Is reap't by Fiery Rupert's conquering Sword ? What heaps are by the Pious Monarch kill'd ? A mourning Conqu'rour : If the Fates afford 31. Still a propitious Course , but this one Day To all that kind of Ills will put an End , Th' o're hasty Conquest stumbling in the Way Fell e're it had the Neighbouring Goal attain'd . 32. Then Mars through all the British Empire rag'd ; From the Lands-End to Orkney by the Sun Coldly oblig'd , no place is disengag'd ; Posses 't with Fury all the Ruine run . 33. What cruel Serpent of the Furies Brood , Unhappy England , did thy Health confound ? All thy sick Members flow with poison'd Blood That thy whole Body seems but as one Wound . 34. Thrice were thy Fields , unlucky Newberry , With Slaughter and Destruction cover'd o're ; And thy sad Fame in horrour do's out-vie Philippi's Fields twice-dy'd in humane Gore : 35. Long was the Ballance even held by Fate , Who did of Both the nodding Ruin poise VVith mutual Slaughter , and alternate Weight Of damage ; Equal were their Griefs and Joys . 36. First Yorkshire's cruel Fight severely shakes And turns the Scales of VVar , and Naseby's Field At last a VVound profound and mortal makes Never by Art or Fortune to be heal'd . 37. The rest ( ye Gods ) permir me not to write ; But Lo ! a wondrous and deformed Heap Of Miseries at once invade my sight ; What Spoiles of War the Impious Victors reap . 38. The King in a Poor rustic Habit dress't ( 'T was the first time he ever us'd Deceit ; Though greatness still his sacred Looks express't , ) Flying the Foe , flies to a Foe as Great . 39. What place will to the Conquer'd help afford ? A King , a Guest , a Suppliant in vain Of his own-Country-Subjects aid implor'd : Ungrateful men , perfidious and prophane ! 40. So do's the self-wrack't Pilot freely leap Into the threatning Waves he fear'd before , From out the fierce Flames of his burning Ship , Whom cruel Waves again to Flames restore . 41. With Prayer's and Threats the Conquerours demand The King as a just Spoil of War , detain'd By fraud ; such Seeming proofs of Love they give You 'd think without their King they could not live . 42. No less the Scots their zealous Love declare , They to restore their Royal Guest deny , And stifly urge and claim their right and share He 's not so vile , but England yet must buy , 43. Or not possesse him . O unheard of Shame , Which will in vain to Future Times be told ! The Potent Lord , of Sea , and Land , became A Slave ; the Master 's to the Servant sold. 44. Far be it that this great and horrid Crime On your whole Nation ( Scotland ) should be thrown ; Your Virtue did the Sin of part redeem ; And with much Blood for Crimes of Few attone . 45. Scarce did the Arms hung up in houses rest But a long Course of Civil war return'd ; VVho by base Tyrants saw the King oppress 't , And made a Prisoner , but with Anger burn'd ? 46. Scotland , though late it did thy Anger move , And the just Rage of Generous Kent inflame VVhich above life it self do's Freedom love ; And Wales which still maintains the Britains Fame . 47. VVhy should I mention the unhappy Fights , The trembling Ribla stain'd with humane Blood , Or routed Scots who in their hasty Flights Did stop the very Current of the Flood ? 48. VVhy should I Medway swell'd with Slaughter name Or Colchester's long cruel Seige relate , VVhose Courage greatest Mis'ries ne're could tame And who deserv'd a more propitious Fate ? 49. VVhy should I recollect the Glorious Fate Of Lords who bravely fighting dy'd in Field ? Or their sad ignominious Death relate VVho to the cruel Victors Mercy yield ? 50. After such Ruins , and such Miseries , So many VVounds by advers Fortune given , So much the Pious King did Life despise , That he thought Death the greatest gift of Heaven . 51. But Oh! the impious and tremendous Deed Can n're be curs't enough by after-times ; It Hells most sharp Invention do's exceed To find a Torment equal to their Crimes . 52. I' th' Peoples sight , the King from Prison led , On a High Scaffold , just before the Gate Of his cheif Palace , bows his Sacred Head To the Hangmans hands — 53. Wounded on all sides now poor Britan dyes Drown'd in the Blood which from her self did flow , A Headless , nameless , deform'd Carkass lyes , A Monstrous , Lifeless , Trunck which none could know . 54. Who would not hope ( tho there was nothing less ) In Death soft Quiet , and eternal Rest ! Lo ! numerous vile Souls in Tumults press , And ( ' stead of One to rule ) the Limbs infest . 55. Vile Sons of Earth by base Corruption bred , Worms , pois'nous Insects , and black Serpents croud , And Cromwell , greatest of the Serpents fed Upon the very Marrow and the Blood. 56. A noisom Odor's through the World diffus'd . Sin and Injustice Justice then became , No Rains Impiety now Reigning us'd To Fury , having pass't the Bounds of Shame . 57. 'T was counted Sport to see the Scaffolds fix't In every Street bedew'd with noble Blood ; To see in Pairs hangmen and Worthies mix't O Gods ! as Shows presented to the Croud . 58. The good man's standing Mansion was the Gaol , Th' Access to which with Crouds was early press't ; But weary'd Cruelty at length did fail , And was compell'd a while to breath and rest ; 59. Insatiate Avarice no Cessation makes ; No Limits to it's violent Rage appear ; The Warriour often willingly forsakes , But the Proscriber hardly quits the Spear . 60. All that preceding glorious Kings had heap't With a Magnificent and Sparing hand , The noble Spoils in bloody Battel reap't , And all the Riches by long Peace attain'd ; 61. What our Forefathers generous Piety , And rich Religion in a splendid Dress Did to the Sacred Altar's Use apply ; All the Estates the Nobles did possess ; 62. And those whoe're of Loyalty and Lands Were Guilty found , O wretched Avarice ! Not all these Riches could the Harpy-hands Of the Tyrannic Sons of Earth suffice . 63. Nor is 't enough alone to take the Spoils Of Gods , and the Kings Houses ; these unjust And impious Men destroy the stately Piles . Of very Ruin there 's a wicked Lust. 64. In every place the groaning Carts are fill'd With Beams and Stones , so busie and so loud Are the proud Victors , as they meant to Build , But they to Ruin and Destruction croud : 65. Timber , which had been bury'd many Years Under high Royal Towers , they invade . 'T is sure that Hand the Living never spares Which is so wicked to disturb the Dead . 66. Then all the Woods the barbarous Victors seize , ( The noble Nursery of the Fleet and Town , The hopes of War and Ornaments of Peace ) Which once Religion did as Sacred own . 67. Now Publick Use and great Convenience claims The Woods from private Hands inviolate ; Which greedy men to less devouring Flames Do for sweet Lucre , freely dedicate . 68. No Age they spare , the tender Elm and Beach Infants of thirty Years they overthrow , Nor could old Age it self their Pity reach , No Reverence to hoary Barks they know . 69. Th' unhappy Birds , an ever-singing Quire , Are driven from their antient shady Seats , And a new Grief do's Philomel inspire With mournful Notes , which she all night repeats 70. Let them the Woods and Forrests burn and wast , There will be Trees to hang the Slaves at last ; And God , who such Infernal men disclaims , Will root 'em out and throw 'em 〈…〉 es . 71. Mean while expell'd his cruel Country's Shores The great Carolides through foreign Lands Wanders , and Aid , alas ! in vain implores ; Still cruel Fate his Happiness withstands . 72. How did he suffer both by Sea and Land , That Pious Son of an immortal Saint ! Chearful he bears the troubles Fates command Till they grew weary , though he ne're did faint : 73. The Reverend Young Man made Fortune yield , And in due Course of time by Fate design'd His Scepter which so fast a Tyrant held At last was gently to his Hands resign'd . 74. But before Fate the happy Signal makes , Fierce and impatient unto Arms he flyes , Despising Life , and courting Fame , he breaks Through Seas block't up with hostile Ships and Ice . 75. To a late hostile , still suspected Land He goes ; The Oliverian Powers of Hell And Furies trembling and confounded stand , To see great Charles to his own Kingdoms sail : 74. Impetuous Waves and raging Storms they raise , In vain to sink the Sacred Ship they strive , Their Thunder cannot violate his Bays , In vain they stop the Ship which Fate do's drive : 77. Vain is their Fear , since Caesar it Conveys Safely conducted by the Almighties Hand , But yet not Caesars Fortune ; which to raise Do's other Arm 's ( and yet scarce Arms ) demand . 78. In vain the Scots ( now chang'd ) invite the King , Though They some Honour for that Action bore , And thence a Man ( by happy Stars ) did spring , Who did in Arms with Peace the King restore . 79. In the mean time Great Fergus greater Heir ( Who 's Right is from a hundred Kings deriv'd , ) Did to the Reverend Church of Scone repair , And there the Antient Scottish Crown receiv'd , 80. With an unlucky Sign , though great Applause , The Crown not being in due manner plac't ; The Insulting conquering Foe did rage , and cause Disturbance , and the Solemn Rights infest . 81. But now his Royal Father's Murder fires Charles with Revenge , Iust Indignation stings His Breast , Virtue incens't a Soul inspires Worthy the Off-spring of a hundred Kings . 82. He scorns to be by an inglorious Siege In the utmost Limits of his Kingdom shut Nor shall the coming Winters Aids oblige Him , whose great Faith is not in Mountains put . 83. Wholly resolv'd for War , He gives the Rains ▪ To Fortune and his Courage , distant Tay As his Confinement nobly He disdains , But ev'n with Death to Thames designs his way . 84. The amazed Enemy is left behind , Who of the Horror of this Action speak With Trembling and Confusion of mind ; But Valour is without good Fortune weak : 85. At length arrives the long , long wish't for Day For which with Pray'rs and Tears the Britains sue'd ▪ The King through thousand Dangers of the Way On Severn's Banks with a good Army stood ; 86. Thus far a Victor , better had it prov'd If He Advances to the Thames had made ; The King himself this sounder Counsel mov'd , But powerful Votes , with Counsels mixt , disswade . 87. Now , Warlike England , now 's the time ; To Arm 's , Defend the Son , revenge the Father kill'd , ( If Piety has yet prevailing Charms ) And your poor ruin'd Country now rebuild . 88. England's ill Genius now alarm'd with Fears , Who on the Ruin of Good men did dwell , More vigilant than Cromwells self , prepares A Cruel Poison by the Arts of Hell ; 89. One of the sleepy , cold , and fearful Snakes , Sloaths Opium , which binds the Nerves with Cold , Poison of griping Avarice he takes , Which close ( Torpedo-like ) the Hand do's hold : 90. He Drops of Lethe mixes , every Breast With these he sprinkles , strait moist Poison came Upon them , and deep Lethargy posses 't England forgetting her own Health and Fame . 91. Yet here true Courage did not Charles forsake , Whom Fortune and his People now desert ; Innumerous Foes surrounding could not make Him yield , or Conquer his Heroic Heart ; 92. Witness , Ye Hills , not since call'd Red in vain , And Severn's Waters stain'd with humane Blood , And fatal Worcester which did first sustain The War , and to it's Course a Limit stood . 93. The last unwillingly he quits the Field After a cruel Slaughter and the Flight Of th' Army , last the Captive Town do's yeild ; And from near Hills looks back with Rage and Spight ▪ 94. In haste he recollects his scatter'd Men ( But few so great a Shipwrack scap't ) to try His extream Fortune , and at last regain The Day he lost , or in it Nobly dye : 95. The Valiant Derby , faithful Wilmot fam'd For Armes , who both the King and Charles did love , And Buckingham with Honour always nam'd Prepar'd for both , this Generous Vote approve . 96. Buckingham Valiant , Beautiful and Young , A benign Star at home , and in the Field Like violent Lightning , an Achates strong Worthy to bear his great Aeneas Shield . 97. Ther 's no Delay , with Fury they return ; Nor is it Hope so much their Minds alarms , But a brave generous Despair do's burn Their Hearts , and drives them to unfortunate Arm 98. Thus do's the King with a Few more , who know ( By Glory taught ) that Death can never prove Or to the Wretched or the Brave a Foe : The rest such Noble Knowledge could not move ; 99. Trembling their King and Leader they forsake , Who in vain the Deaf do's court and animate , In hasty Flight they all disperse , and take , Inglorious Life before a Glorious Fate : 100. Now , brave young Man , alas ! in vain so brave , Who can preserve Thee every where beset ? What God himself can extricate and save Thee ( Sacred Charles ) from Fortunes Cruel Net ? 101. Yes , this great Miracle to Charles the Saint The Eternal God who is Omnipotent As a Reward for Martyrdom will grant , And ev'n his Pray'rs for Mortal Charles prevent . 102. There stands in th' utmost limits of the East Of rich Salopia , a Wood fair by Name ; Now ( though 't was once obscure and humbly blest ) No place is Brighter with the Beams of Fame : 103. Hard by , a sacred and auspicious Pile , White Ladies call'd , did the poor King invite To Bread and Refuge ( mighty gifts ! ) a while , And here his growing Fate became more Bright . 104. But not before he had put off the King ; Here weeping he dismiss't his weeping Friends , No Tears do from his own Misfortunes spring , Upon their Dangers all his Grief depends . 105. The Gems and Gold which did so much adorn , The Garter , and all Objects of Delight He leaves , nor is St. George's Image worn , The Dragon vanquishing the Sacred Knight . 106. His long , black , graceful Curls by Scissars fall , Nor is 't enough his Crown fell from his Head. A poor Cloath Suit he wears , nor is that all , He acted Poverty , and was poor indeed . 107. Alas ! too strictly the great Monarch bears Th' old Slav'ry of this House ; for he forsakes All worldly Pomp , poor sordid Cloaths he wears , He cuts his Hair , of Friends sad leave he takes . 108. Now he 's a Monk ; soon after cruel Fate Not ev'n a House to cover him allows ; Then he 's a Hermite ; in a wretched State , Alone , he hides among the shady Boughs ; 109. Yet even this curs't Fortune too denies ; From him the very Earth the Tyrant takes , Scarce to the Fugitive a Tree supplies A Seat , and in the Air safe Harbour makes . 110. Under a cruel Sky in Wind and Rain , With sordid Hair and a more sordid Dress He sits ; great signs of Grief , but more of Pain And extream Labour his sad Looks express ; 111. His Face a little too with Smutch is dy'd , Yet in his Looks do's Sacred Brightness dwell , Nor can his Majesty disguises hide , Whose Beams all Darkness and vain Clouds dispell . 112. Some body comes , ye Gods , preserve the King ; O all is well ! the Gods to men are just , No Traytor , but a Royalist they bring , The valiant Carlos , faithful in his Trust ; 113. He happily with Want and Danger press't Is on this Coast by the same Shipwrack cast . O happy ! O much more than Cromwell bles't , On whom ill Fortune so much Honour plac't ! 114. He informs the King , that all the Country 's fill'd With the Enemies Troops , in every House and Grove His Sacred Head at a set Value held They seek , and near , now very near they move ; 115. What should they do ? They from the Danger ta Rash , hasty Counsel , yet from Heav'n inspir'd . A spatious Oak he did his Palace make , And safely in its hollow Womb retir'd . 116. The Loyal Tree it 's willing Boughs inclin'd . Well to receive the climbing Royal Guest , ( In Trees more Piety than Men we find ) And it 's thick Leaves into an Arbour press't . 117. A rugged Seat of Wood became his Throne , The bending Boughs his Canopy of State ; With bowing Tops the Trees their King did own , And silently ador'd Him as He sate : 118. Hail , Heaven's Care , and greatest now of Kings , A horrid Croud of saddest Miseries From Thee no undecent Tears or Sorrow brings , Or makes thy Reason Captive by Surprise . 119. He 's truly Great , who could at such a time Neither fear Death , nor yet of Life despair . This is a Work so Noble and Sublime , It cheifly do's a Royal Soul declare . 120. If Fortune did your Kingdom basely seize , You Fortunes Kingdom from her Nobly gain . A Iust Revenger : she will now have Peace With him who conquer'd Triumphs do's obtain . 121. The Gods are pleas'd so great a Pair to Joyn But you will be discharg'd the happy Birth Of that fair Year is nigh ; from Heaven t' will shine Lighting with happy Stars the peaceful Earth . 122. That glorious Star the shining Pomp do's lead Than all the starry Host more gay and bright , Which thirty Years before did Wonder breed , And signaliz'd your Birth with sacred Light. 123. Daring at Noon to exert the Lamp of Night Boldly i th' open Face of Day it rose , New Light portending by unusual Light Did at Mid-day Phoebus himself oppose . 124. Now once again with wondrous Light adorn The Heavens , rise at noon , Auspicious Star , Behold ! your Royal Charles again is born To vital Life , and to a pleasant Air. 125. Behold ! how gently Monck's strong artful Hand The labouring Prince delivers , and removes All Stops , he best this Art do's understand , And to deliver troubled Monarchs loves . 126. Great generous Prince , return to life again , The beauteous golden May do's now arrive And your Birth-day , so long desir'd in vain ; Live , Generous Prince ; again , Great Monarch , Live. 127. O Joyful , Charming , and Propitious Day ! Triumph of conquering Peace ! when you most blest Of Kings , through London made your glorious Way , Mids't of three great Heroic Brothers plac't , 128. Attended by a Noble splendid Train ; So many came this Triumph to behold You 'd think the whole World London did contain ; Numberless Leaves in Woods as soon are told . 129. First all cry out , He comes ; with one Consent ▪ Long live , King Charles , then the vast Tumult cries ; Methinks their Joys ( which with such noise they vent ) In Whirlwinds drove , should Forreign Lands surprize . 130. Joys make us mad ; Stoics , permit our Cares Now to be drown'd , and let short chearful Folly At length impose an end to twenty Years Of wretched Rage , and dismal Melancholy , 131. Nor will the Island , which all o're do's burn With festival bright Flames , now suffer Night Succeed this Great Day in it's usual Turn ; All the Island burns , the Seas a round are light . 132. I omit the Peoples Banquets , Songs and Sports Their boundless Laughter and their Tears to write , For extreme Joy , which not it self supports , VVith Pleasure gently sheds Tears sweet and white . 133. The Wines which from the Conduits freely run Why should I name ? Rivers themselves should pour ( Since the true golden Age is now begun ) God Wine , far richer than Iove's golden Show'r . 134. Now golden Months , and a bright Chain of Years Advance . Behold ! from part of Heav'n serene Peace scattering the Clouds at length appears ; Long Peace which had so long an exile been , 135. Clapping her white Wings Albion she imbrac't , With her return'd Shame , Plenty , and Good Fame , And Piety in decent Habit dress't , And Iustice , which did Britain long disclaim , 136. Wit , and Good Arts , and charming Liberty Which best do's flourish under Pious Kings . To these the Royal Mother do's apply As great a Blessing ; for Her Self She brings . 137. Great Mary comes after a Banishment In her own Country long and sad , 't is strange ; Love to her Husband was the Crime they mean't , Now Heav'n do's Her reward , and Him revenge . 138. Hail , Queen ! your Sexes Ornament and Pride , And Shame of ours , you both in prosperous Fate And adverse decently your Passions guide ; Your pious Tears Envy in Gods create , 139. Your Husband Charles alone they envy , Heav'n Thinks him to highly with those Offerings bless't ; You ( while the Worlds Wheel is a round you driven ) Remain unmov'd , in Virtu's Center plac't . 140. Now the most just of Kings applies his Mind To Government , the gaping Wounds of Wars With a sure gentle Hand to close and bind , And by degrees to hide the very Scars . 141. To restore Laws their Force and Majesty , To polish rusty Manners , and redeem The antient Faith , and sincere Honesty , And the old Glory of the English Name : 142. Such is the lately return'd Masters Care Of his neglected Garden , which he finds O're-run with Ruin , he do's gently pare Luxuriant Plants , the Loose and Wandring binds : 143. He the Dejected raises and sustains , Much sets , and much extirpates , all 's redress't , Vast is the Work , but sweet ; for all his Pains By growing Beauties are repaid and blest . 144. Great King , your Gardens , Towns and Cities are , To these you good and artful Culture give , All in fair Order you dispose with Care , And ev'n the Woods your Favour too receive : 145. You raise their Kingdoms wasted and oppress 't Young Plants the places of the Old supply , Posterity beneath thy Shadows bles't ( Thou best Protector ) will securely lye . 146. To you with chearful Gratitude they 'l owe Their Winter Fires , their summer Shades and Ease ; Their fixed Houses too , and those which flow In water , th' Oceans wooden Palaces . 147. You now perhaps for Future Ages lay Of Towns and Fleets Foundations strong and deep , Living great Triumphs you will reap , and may Sow Triumphs which Posterity shall reap . 148. You forcing first your Way to Honour's name Up the steep Hill where Glory do's proceed To the bright Temples of exalted Fame Your Britains , then from night exempt , shall lead . 149. You shall the Watry World command , the Mild And Quiet loose , and bind the raging Sea , By the whole World the Ocean's Neptune stil'd , And your three Kingdoms shall your Trident be . 150. What Madness is it , Holland , to contend With England for the Watry VVorld's Command ? That Scepter nature did to her commend , In vain you strive to wrest it from her Hand . 151. VVith VVaves by nature Soveraign Britain's crown'd , And Amphitrite , which another place Only salutes in part , do's flow around , And her beloved Albion embrace . 152. Can you to th' Empire of the Sea pretend VVho scarce with artificial Banks resist Th' insulting Ocean's Fury , and defend Your Towns , with his continual Siege oppress 't ? 153. The High and Mighty Lords of Bogs and Fenns ( See how Ambitions foolish Hopes aspire ! ) Would on the Sea impose , but this Pretence The brave Carolides with Rage do's fire . 154. Lo ! a Dutch Fleet cutting the empty Main Triumphs o're the absent as a vanquish't Foe : He 'l soon be there , ( fierce Dutch ) and then in vain That you rejoyc't , you to your Grief will know . 155. No sooner did swift Fame the rumour raise But Valiant Iames to Sea the Navy led , ( Profuse of Life , and only fond of Praise ) With as much Hast as after Fight they fled . 156. When first the English at a distance spy'd The Belgic Fleet , they rais'd a mighty Shout , As when they long in furthest parts reside , At their return their Country they salute . 157. The foremost squadron with a prosperous gale Brave Rupert led , ( his Valour long had won Renown by Sea and Land ) who did prevail And break the Naval Horns o' th' Belgic Moon . 158. Strait Iames opposes to his trembling Foes The middle Squadron , standing high in Sight I' th' Royal Charles , a round his Head he throws His naked Sword , and Opdam calls to Fight ; 159. Nor do's brave Opdam the dire Honour shun Here fiercely the Dutch Admiral , and there The English Admiral the Fight begun , And horrid Shows for both the Fleets prepare . 160. VVhy do you , Opdam , to your Ruin run ? This frantic Valour Heav'n do's not allow , Is it Ambitious Pride that spurs you on To 'a glorious Death by such a noble Foe ? 161. You by a greater Hand shall suffer Death , Heav'n a Reward for all your Crimes will send , And will it self revenge your broken Faith , Heaven which always do's it's Charles defend . 162. The great Ship which of Guns a Hundred bore Of men Six Hundred , free from hostile Harms , Blown up into the Clouds , did loudly roar , Scattering Flames , burn't Fragments , Legs and Arms. 163. Perhaps Just Heav'n with true Thunder strook The perjur'd Wretches , with revenging Hand ; Amboyna's Crimes , and Peace so often broke No gentler Expiations did demand ; 164. Or else some accidental Fire did move The Powder with resistless Fury driven ; But Chance it self directed from Above Must be accounted as the Act of Heav'n . 165. A Burning Shipwrack in the Sea do's float , Terrible even to a pious Foe , And to be pity'd ; but they can denote But little time to tender Pity now ; 166. Now in both Navies nothing do's appear But horrid Tumult , all Confusion seems ; They Board ; and the Orange nothing mov'd with Fear By Opdam's Fate , encounters Conquering Iames. 167. Bold above all , and worthy Opdam's Fate Did not the English Bravery require The Action of it's own Revenge and Hate ; Down , down it sinks hissing with human Fire . 168. Three Ships the Fame , much by the Goddess Fame To be renown'd , and three the Dolphin burns With a fierce Show'r of Sulphur and of Flame , Which in a moment Ships to Beacons turns ; 169. There seems a Captive Town in Flames by night , So many Fires from several Places broke At once , such Pyramids of horrid Light Pierc't through the Clouds and Darkness of the Smoke 170. Who would imagine Fire so great a Sway Should in the Empire of the Water bear ? Justly for Shame conceal'd the Waters lay , They hid with Heaps of scatter'd Ruin are . 171. With Sail-yards , Masts , Planks , broken Beaks , and Sails Ropes , Flags , and Arms , and Carkasses of men , And men half dead , a Purple Dye prevails ( Where the Sea 's open ) and conceals the Green. 172. It were an endless Labour to relate All the Ships sunk and taken in the Fight , To tell the many kinds of various Fate Which were in that one Day expos'd to Sight ; 173. In various ways Address , and Wit appear , Almost Poetical Variety Of ways , by which Chance uses Mercy here To some , and there to many Cruelty : 174. Three young men Noble both in Parts and Blood A brave Example to the World did give , Who at once fell as they together stood , And by one Bullet did their Death receive ; 175. All three almost but the same Carkass were , Three Brothers lying in Death's fertile Womb Together ; Now who would not Fate declare Cruel , and Barbarous , in this monstrous Doom ? 176. But she is kind withal ; for next 'em stood ( Joys so near Danger trembling I declare ) The Royal Admiral sprinkled with their Blood , As free from Wounds , as he was free from Fear ? 137. With greater Vigour he the Foe pursues Burning with Grief and new-excited Rage , At length the Dutch though truly brave , refuse The English , with just Fury fir'd , to ' engage . 138. The broken Remnants of the cruel Fight Fly scatt'ring through the Sea , whom Rhene admits At length , and seeing ours pursue their Flight , Trembles with Horror , and his Horns submits : FINIS . An Erratum . PAge the 23d . For Sloaths Opium , read Opium of Sloath.