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Yet for his pains he soon did him remove,
His passage after her withstood. From all th’ oppression and the woe
What should she do ? through all the moving wood Of his frail body's native soil below,
Of lives endow'd with sense she took her flight: To his soul's true and peaceful country above : Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in sight. So godlike kings, for secret causes, known But as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood, Sometimes, but to themselves alone,
She leap'd at last into the winding streams of One of their ablest ministers elect,
blood ; And sent abroad to treaties, which they' intend Of man's meander all the purple reaches made, Shall never take effect;
Till at the heart she stay'd; But, though the treaty wants a happy end,
Where turning head, and at a bay, The happy agent wants not the reward,
Thus by well-purged ears was she o'erheard to For which he labour'd faithfully and hard;
say; His just and righteous master calls him home And gives him, near himself, some honourable room.
“ Here sure shall I be safe" (said she)
“ None will be able sure to see Noble and great endeavours did he bring
This my retreat, but only he
Who made both it and me,
A wall impervious between
Divides the very parts within, The beauteous half, his lovely wife,
And doth theheart of man er'n from itself conceal.” Did all his labours and his cares divide ;
She spoke: but, ere she was aware, Nor was a lame nor paralytic side :
Harvey was with her there; In all the turns of human state,
And held this slippery Proteus in a chain, And all th' unjust attacks of Fate,
Till all her mighty mysteries he descry'd; She bore her share and portion still,
Which from his wit th' attempt before to hide And would not suffer any to be ill.
Was the first thing that Nature did in vain,
He the young practice of new life did sce, Whom in the storms of bad success,
Whilst, to conceal its toilsome poverty, And all that errour calls unhappiness,
It for a living wrought, both hard and privately. His virtue and his virtuous wife did still accompany;
Before the liver understood
The noble scarlet dye of blood; With these companions 'twas not strange
Before one drop was by it made, That nothing could his temper change.
Or brought into it, to set up the trade; His own and country's union had not weight
Before the untaught heart began to beat Enough to crush his mighty mind:
The tuneful march to vital heat; He saw around the hurricanes of state,
From all the souls that living buildings rear, Fixt as an island 'gainst the waves and wind.
Whether employ'd for earth, or sea, or air ; Thus far the greedy sea may reach;
Whether it in womb or egg be wronght; All outward things are but the beach; A strict account to him is hourly brought A great man's soul it doth assault in vain !
How the great fabric does proceed, Their God himself the ocean doth restrain
What time, and what materials, it does nocd; With an imperceptible chain,
He so exactly does the work survey, And bid it to go back again.
As if he hir'd the workers by the day. His wisdom, justice, and his piety,
Thus Harvey sought for truth in Truth's own book, His courage both to suffer and to die,
The creatures which by God himself was writ: His virtues, and his lady too,
And wisely thought 'twas fit, Were things celestial. And we see,
Not to read comments only upon it, In spite of quarrelling Philosophy,
But on th’ original itself to look. How in this case 'tis certain found,
Methinks in Art's great circle others stand
Lock'd-up together, hand in hand;
The same bare path they tread,
And dance, like fairies, a fantastic round,
Had Harvey to this road confin'd his wit,
His noble circle of the blood had been untrodden
yet. A beauteous virgin still, enjoy'd by none,
Great Doctor! th' art of curing's cur'd by thee ; Nor seen unveil'd by any one) When Harvey's violent passion she did see,
We now thy patient, Physic, sec Began to tremble and to flee;
From all inveterate diseases free,
Purg'd of old errours by thy care,
It now will strong and healthful prove;
Itself before lethargic lay, and could not move ! Into the bark and root he after her did go ? These useful secrets to his pen we owe ! No smallest fibres of a plant.
And thousands more 'twas ready to bestow; For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness of which a barbarous war's unlearned rage Fant,
Hạs robb'd the ruin'd age:
UPON DR. HARVEY.
ACME AND SEPTIMIUS.
O cruel loss! as if the gulden fleece,
And to faithful Acme's mind With so much cost and labour bought, Septimius was all human-kind. And from afar by a great hero brought,
If the gods would please to be Had sunk ev'n in the ports of Greece.
But advis'd for once by me, O cursed War! who can forgive thee this?
I'd advise them, when they spy
Any illustrious piety,
To reward her, if it be she
To reward him, if it be heThat mighty task none but himself can do,
With such a husband, such a wife;
With Acme's and Septimius' life.
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S RESTORATION AND RETURN.
-Quod optanti divům promittere nemo
Now blessings on you all, ye peaceful stars, Whilst on Septimius' panting breast
Which meet at last so kindly, and dispense
Your universal gentle influence (Meaning nothing less than rest) Acme lean'd her loving head,
To calm the stormy world, and still the rage of wars! Thus the pleas'd Septimius said:
Nor, whilst around the continent
Plenipotentiary beams ye sent, “ My dearest Acme, if I be
Did your pacific lights disdain Once alive, and love not thee
In their large treaty to contain With a passion far above
The world apart, o'er which do reign All that e'er was called love;
Your seven fair brethren of great Charles his wain; In a Libyan desert may
No star amongst ye all did, I believe, I become some lion's prey;
Such vigorous assistance give, Let him, Acme, let bim tear
As that which, thirty years ago, My breast, when Acme is not there.''
At Charles's birth, did, in despite The god of love, who stood to hear him
Of the proud Sun's meridian light, (The god of love was always near hiin)
His future glories and this year foreshow. Pleas'd and tickled with the sound,
No less effects than these we may Sneez'd aloud; and all around
Be assurd of from that powerful ray, The little Loves, that waited by,
Which could out-face the Sun,and overcome the day, Bow'd, and blest the augury.
Auspicious star! again arise, Acme, enflam'd with what he said,
And take thy noon-tide station in the skies, Rear'd her gently-bending head;
Again all heaven prodigiously adorn; And, her purple mouth with joy
For lo! thy Charles again is born. Stretching to the delicious boy,
He then was born with and to pain; Twice (and twice could scarce suffice)
With and to joy he's born again. She kist his drunken rolling eyes.
And, wisely for this second birth, “ My little life, my all!” (said she)
By which thou certain were to bless So may we ever servants be
The land with full and flourishing happiness, To this best god, and ne'er retain
Thou mad'st of that fair month thy choice, Our hated liberty again!
In which heaven, air, and sea, and earth, So may thy passion last for me,
And all that's in them, all, does smile and does reAs I a passion have for thee,
joice. Greater and fiercer much than can
'Twas a right season; and the very ground Be conceiv'd by thee a man!
Ought with a face of Paradise to be found, Into my marrow is it gone,
Then, when we were to entertain Fixt and settled in the bone;
Felicity and Innocence again. It reigns not only in my heart,
Shall we again (good Heaven!) that blessed pair beBut runs, like life, through every part.”
hold, She spoke; the god of love aloud
Which the abused people fondly sold Sneez'd again; and all the crowd
For the bright fruit of the forbidden tree, Of little Loves, that waited by,
By seeking all like gods to be? Bow'd, and blest the augury.
Will Peace her halcyon nest venture to build This good omen thus from Heaven
Upon a shore with shipwrecks fillid, Like a happy signal given,
And trust that sea, where she can hardly say Their loves and lives (all four) embrace,
She has known these twenty years one calmy day? And hand in hand run all the race, To poor Septimius (who did nuw
3 The star that appeared at noon, the day of Nothing else but Acme grow)
the king's birth, just as the king his father was Acme's bosom was alone
riding to St. Paul's to give thanks to God for that The whole world's imperial throne;
Ah! mild and gall-less dove,
We fear'd, that the fanatic war,
Would from the Almighty enemy bring down
A sure destruction on our own. Will ever fair Religion appear
We read th' instructive histories which tell In these deform'd ruins will she clear
Of all those endless mischiefs that befel Th’Augean stables of her churches here? The sacred town which God had lov'd so well, Will Justice hazard to be seen
After that fatal curse had once been said, Where a high court of justice e'er has been? “ His blood be upon ours and on our children's Will not the tragic scene, And Bradshaw's bloody ghost, affright her there, We know, though there a greater blood was spilt, Her, who shall never fear?
'Twas scarcely done with greater guilt. Then may Whitehall for Charles's seat be fit, We know those miseries did befal If Justice shall endure at Westminster to sit. Whilst they rebell'd against that prince, whom all Of all, methinks, we least should see
The rest of mankind did the love and joy of manThe chearful looks again of Liberty.
kind call. That name of Cromwell, which does freshly still Already was the shaken nation The curses of so many sufferers fill,
Into a wild and deform'd chaos bronght, Is still enough to make her stay,
And it was hasting on (we thought) And jealous for a while remain,
Even to the last of ills-innibilation: Lest, as a tempest carried him away,
When, in the midst of this confitsed night, Some hurricane should bring him back again. Lo! the blest Spirit mov'd, "and there was light;". Or, she might justlier be afraid
For, in the glorious general's previous ray, Lest that great serpent, which was all a tail,
We saw a new created day: (And in his poisonous folds whole nations pri- We by it saw, though yet in mists it shone, soners made)
The beauteous work of Order moving on. Should a third time perhaps prevail Where are the men who bragg'd that God did bless, To join again, and with worse sting arise,
And with the marks of good success As it had done when cut in pieces twice.
Sign his allowance of their wickedness? Return, retarn, ye sacred Four !
Vain men! who thought the Divine Power to find
God came not till the storm was past's
May by the claws of the great fiend be done;
Here, here we see th’ Almighty's hand indeed, Along with you plenty and riches go,
Both by the beanty of the work we see't, and by With a full tide to every port they firw,
the speed. With a warm fruitful wind o'er all the country He who had seen the noble British heir, blow,
Eveu in that ill disadvantageolis light Honour does, as ye march, her trumpet sound, With which misfortunestrives t'abuse our sight The Arts encompass you around,
He who had seen him in his cloud so brightAnd, against all alarms of Fear,
He who had seen the double pair Safety itself brings up the rear.
Of brothers, heavenly good! and sisters, hea. And, in the head of this angelic band,
venly fair! Lo! how the goodly prince at last does stand
Might have perceiv'd, methinks, with ease, (O righteous God!) on his own happy land :
(But wicked men see only what they please) 'Tis happy now, which could with so much ease
That God had no intent t'extinguish quite
The pious king's eclipsed right.
He who had seen how by the Power Divine
All the young branches of this royal line In which one part of three frenzy possest, Did in their fire, without consuming, shineAnd lethargy the rest:
How throngh a rough Red-sea they had beenled, 'Tis happy, which no bleeding does endure,
By wonders guarded, and by wonders fed A sufeit of such blood to cure:
How many years of trouble and distress 'Tis happy, which beholds the flame
They 'ad wander'd in their fatal wilderness, In which by hostile hands it ought to burn, And yet did never murmur or repine;Or that which, if from Heaven it came,
Might, methinks, plainly understand, It did but well deserve, all into bonfire turn.
That, after all these conquer'd trials past,
Conduct them, with a stong unerring hand,
To their own promis'd land: Of famine, sword, and plague, should bere esta- For all the glories of the Earth blish'd see,
Ought to bentail'd by right of birth; (God's great triumvirate of desolation!)
And all Heaven's blessings to come down .. To scourge and to destroy the sinful nation. Upon his race, to whom alone was given. Justly might Heaven Protectors such as those, The double royalty of Earth and Heaven; And such committees, for their safety, impose Who crown'd the kingly with the martyr's C'pon a land which scarcely better chose.
The martyrs' blood was said, of old, to be
Besides, ev'n in this world below, The seed from whence the church did To those who never did ill-fortune know, grow.
The good does nauseous or insipid grow. The royal blood which dying Charles did sow Consider man's whole life, and you'll confess Becomes no less the seed of royalty :
The sharp ingredient of some bad success 'Twas in dishonour sown ;
Is that which gives the taste to all his happiness. We find it now in glory grown,
But the true method of felicity The grave could but the dross of it devour;
Is, when the worst “ 'Twas sown in weakness, and 'tis rais'd in Of human life is plac'd the first, power.”
And when the child's correction proves to be We now the question well decided see,
The cause of perfecting the man: Which eastern wits did once contest,
Let our weak days lead up the van; At the great monarch's feast,
Let the brave second and Triarian band u Of all on earth what things the strongest be?" Firm against all impression stand: And some for women, some for wine, did plead; The first we may defeated see; That is, for folly and for rage,
The virtue of the force of these are sure of vic. Two things which we have known indeed
Begin their glorious march with thee:
Long may their march to Heaven, and still No frantic commonwealths or tyrannies;
triumphant be! No cheats, and perjuries, and lies;
Now thou art gotten once before, No nets of human policies;
Ill-fortune never shall o'er-take thee more. No stores of arms or gold (though you could join | To see 't again, and pleasure in it find, Those of Peru to the great London mine);
Cast a disdainful look behind; No towns; no fleets by sea, or troops by land ; Things which offend when present, and affright, No deeply-entrench'd islands, can withstand, In memory well-painted move delight. Or any small resistance bring,
Enjoy then all thy afflictions nowAgainst the naked Truth and the unarmed king. Thy royal father's came at last; The foolish lights which travellers beguile
Thy martyrdom's already past:
And different crowns to both ye yue. End the same night when they begin ;
No gold did e'er the kingly temples bind, No art so far can upon Nature win
Than thine more try'd and more refin'd, As e'er to put out stars, or long keep meteors
As a choice medal for Heaven's treasury, in. Where's now that ignus fatuus, which ere-while God did stamp first upon one side of thee
The image of his suffering humanity: Misled our wandering isle?
On th' other side, turn'd now to sight, does shine Where's the impostor Cromwell gone?
The glorious image of his power divine !
In all their liveliest colours to set forth
A picture of heroic worth, Whicho'er our heads in such proud horrour stood, (The pious Trojan or the prudent Greek) Insatiate with our ruin and our blood ?
They chuse some comely prince of heavenly The fiery tail did to vast length extend;
birth, And twice for want of fuel did expire,
(No proud gigantic son of Earth, And twice renew'd the dismal fire :
Who strives t'usurp the gods' forbidden seat) Though long the tail, we saw at last its end. They feed him not with nectar, and the meat The names of one triumphant day.
That cannot without joy be ate; Which, like an anti-comet here,
But, in the cold of want, and storms of adverse Did fatally to that appear,
chance, For ever frighted it away:
They harden his young virtue by degrees : Then did th'allotted hour of dawning right The beauteous drop first into ice does freeze, First strike our ravish'd sight;
And into solid crystal next advance. Which Malice or which Art no more could stay, His murder'd friends and kindred he does see, Than witches' charins can a retardment bring And from his flaming country flee: To the resuscitation of the Day,
Much is he tost at sea, and much at land; Or resurrection of the Spring.
Poes long the force of angry gods withstand: We welcome both, and with improv'd delight He does long troubles and long wars sustain, Bless the preceding Winter, and the Night !
Ere he his fatal birth-right gain.
With no less time or labour can Man ought his future happiness to fear,
Destiny build up such a man,
Who's with sufficient virtue tillid
His ruin'd country to rebuild.
Nor without cause are arms from Heaven, The duty of a sacrifice,
To such a hero by the poets given He is, we doubt, reserv'd entire
No human metal is of force t'oppose As a whole victim for the fire,
So mary and so violent blows.
Such was the helmet, breast-plate, shield | The starry worlds, which shine to us, afar,
Which Charles in all attacks did wield : Take ours at this tiine for a star. And all the weapons Malice e'er could try, With wine all rooms, with wine the conduits, flow ; Of all the several makes of wicked Policy, And we, the priests of a poetic rage, Against th s armour struck, but at the stroke, Wonder that in this golden age Like swords of ice, in thousand pieces broke. The rivers too should not do so. To angels and their brethren spirits above, There is no Stoic, sure, who would not now No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove,
Ev'n some excess allow; As when they great misfortunes see And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly With courage borne, and decency.
Should end our twenty years of dismal melanSo were they borne when Worcester's dismal day choly, Did all the terr Jurs of black Fate display!
Where's now the royal mother, where, So were they borne when no disguises' cloud
To take her mighty share His inward royalty could shrowd ;
In this so ravishing sight, And one of th' angels whom just God did send
And, with the part she takes, to add to the de To guard him in his noble flight
light? (A troop of angels did him then attend !) Assur'd me, in a vision th' other night,
Ah! why art thou not here,
Thou always best, and now the happiest queen! That he (and who could better judge than he?)
To see our joy, and with new joy be seen;
God has a bright example made of thee,
To show that woman-kind may be
Above that sex which her superior seems, eye.
In wisely managing the wide extremes Him and his royal brothers when I saw Of great affliction, great Felicity.
New marks of honour and of glory How well those different virtues thce become,
From their affronts and sufferings draw, Daughter of triumphs, wife of martyrdom ! And look like heavenly saints e'en in their pur- Thy princely mind with so much courage bore gatory;
Afiction, that it dares return no more ; Methought I saw the three Judean youths With so much goodness us'd felicity, (Three unhurt martyrs for the noblest truths !) That it cannot refrain from coming back to thee; In the Chaldean furnace walk;
'Tis come, and seen to-day in all its bravery ! How cheerfully and unconcern’d they talk!
Who's that heroic person leads it on,
And gives it, like a glorious bride,
(Richly adorn'd with nuptial pride)
Into the hands now of thy son?
'Tis the good general, the man of praise.
Whom God at last, in gracious pity, (Whicb rather light we ought to name)
Did to th' enthralled nation raise,
Their great Zerubbabel to be;
To loose the bonds of long captivity,
And to rebuild their temple and their city!
For ever blest may he and his remain, And mutual joys inspire ?
Who, with a vast, though less appearing, gain,
Preferr'd the solid great above the vain, Sure they the beauteous sisters are,
And to the world this princely truth has shown Who, whilst they seek to bear their share, Will suffer no affliction to be there.
That more 'tis to restore, than to usurp a crown! Less favour to those three of old was shown :
Thou worthiest person of the British story! To solace with their company
(Though 'tis not small the British glory) The fiery trials of adversity!
Did I not know my humble verse must be Two angels join with these, the other had but But ill-proportion'd to the height of thee,
Thou and the world should see one.
How much my Muse, the foe of Nattery, Come forth, come forth, ye men of God belov'd! Does make true praise her labour and design; And let the power now of that flame,
An Iliad or an Æneid should be thine. Which against you so impotent became, And ill should we deserve this happy day, On all your enemies be prov'd.
If no acknowledgments we pay Come, mighty Charles ! desire of nations ! come; To you, great patriots of the two Come, you triumph exile, bome.
Most truly other houses now, He's come, he's safe at shore ; I hear the noise Who have redeem'd from hatred and from shame Of a whole land which does at once rejoice, A parliament's once venerable name; I hear th' united people's sacred voice.
And now the title of a house restore, The sea which circles us around,
To that which was but slaughter house before, Ne'er sent to land so loud a sound;
If my advice, ye worthies ! might be ta'en, The mighty shout sends to the sea a gale,
Within those reverend places, And swells up every sail :
Which now your living presence graces, The bells and guns are scarcely heard at all; Your marble statnes always should reinain, The artificial joy's drown'd by the natural. To keep alive your useful memory, All England but one bonfire seems to be, And to your successors th' example be One Etna shooting flames into the sea :
Of truth, religion, reason, loyalty :