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The HERO.
1678.
To his Grace, the Duke of Monmouth, &c.
When
Wars were rumour'd, or great dangers near,
Mars then was sought, his Temples crouded were.
From, You, great Sir, & from your flaming blade,
Our Eden boasts her glory, and her aid.
Not Eden only with your beams you gild;
But, like the Sun, shine upon ev'ry Field.
'Tis duty then our Lawrels we should bring,
As Off'rings to the Pow'r that makes 'em spring.
They 'mplore, great Sir, your Influence and your Aid;
Lawrels themselves! of Thunder not afraid!
Mars then was sought, his Temples crouded were.
From, You, great Sir, & from your flaming blade,
Our Eden boasts her glory, and her aid.
Not Eden only with your beams you gild;
But, like the Sun, shine upon ev'ry Field.
'Tis duty then our Lawrels we should bring,
As Off'rings to the Pow'r that makes 'em spring.
They 'mplore, great Sir, your Influence and your Aid;
Lawrels themselves! of Thunder not afraid!
What Gen'ral e're began with more renown,
At once to guard the Miter and the Crown?
Charls is our Jove, in's Conduct blest we are;
And Monmouth is his Thunder-bolt of War.
Witness the French at Mastricht, who, with shame,
Kindled their Valours at his gen'rous Flame.
You were the ruling Genius of the Field;
Their empty Veins your Spirits only fill'd.
You taught 'em how to conquer, rais'd their Name;
'Twas you advanc'd their Trophies, lent 'em Fame.
Which on a brave design you did bestow;
That is, to make them fit to be your Foe.
At once to guard the Miter and the Crown?
Charls is our Jove, in's Conduct blest we are;
And Monmouth is his Thunder-bolt of War.
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Kindled their Valours at his gen'rous Flame.
You were the ruling Genius of the Field;
Their empty Veins your Spirits only fill'd.
You taught 'em how to conquer, rais'd their Name;
'Twas you advanc'd their Trophies, lent 'em Fame.
Which on a brave design you did bestow;
That is, to make them fit to be your Foe.
Rais'd by your Acts, at higher things they aim;
To follow Monmouth is the Road to Fame.
Europe, at their successful Arms amaz'd,
Look'd pale, and all its trembling Princes gaz'd.
On Britain's mighty Monarch fixt their Eyes,
Whose greater Puissance did more surprize.
For English Conquests swiftly'r might advance,
Since England, more than once, had conquer'd France.
But then remembring Charles, as just, as great,
His help, as their last Refuge, they intreat.
To follow Monmouth is the Road to Fame.
Europe, at their successful Arms amaz'd,
Look'd pale, and all its trembling Princes gaz'd.
On Britain's mighty Monarch fixt their Eyes,
Whose greater Puissance did more surprize.
For English Conquests swiftly'r might advance,
Since England, more than once, had conquer'd France.
But then remembring Charles, as just, as great,
His help, as their last Refuge, they intreat.
Mons is besieg'd, and ready to be ta'n;
Monmouth being absent, other hopes were vain.
At your Approach the Gallic Flame expires:
Thus does the Sun put out the weaker Fires.
Your very Name did weary'd Mons release,
Made the French fly, and truckle to a Peace.
Swift as the Lightning, and as piercing too!
Jove thus on's Eagle at the Giants flew.
The ancient Romans did some fear betray,
To pinnion Victory, and force her stay.
She, like their conqu'ring Eagle, courts your hand,
And will kill surer, by your Valour mann'd.
What e're she flies at must your Quarry be;
Who can resist Monmouth and Victory?
Monmouth being absent, other hopes were vain.
At your Approach the Gallic Flame expires:
Thus does the Sun put out the weaker Fires.
Your very Name did weary'd Mons release,
Made the French fly, and truckle to a Peace.
Swift as the Lightning, and as piercing too!
Jove thus on's Eagle at the Giants flew.
The ancient Romans did some fear betray,
To pinnion Victory, and force her stay.
She, like their conqu'ring Eagle, courts your hand,
And will kill surer, by your Valour mann'd.
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Who can resist Monmouth and Victory?
The fi'ry Mars is pow'rful in his Sphear;
Yet loses Virtue when concern'd elsewhere:
Our Mars a general influence can afford;
There is his Sphear where e're he draws his Sword.
In such Exploits Cæsar was never skill'd,
First to make France to conquer, then to yield.
Thus Æolus with his impetuous Bands,
Charging the Lybian Desarts, drives the Sands
Into a Mountain, which his Trophy stands.
'Till changing sides, he rallies in the Air
His Troops, and then commands to sound to War:
The lofty Pageant tumbles to the Ground,
And's Trophy now is in its Ruines found.
Yet loses Virtue when concern'd elsewhere:
Our Mars a general influence can afford;
There is his Sphear where e're he draws his Sword.
In such Exploits Cæsar was never skill'd,
First to make France to conquer, then to yield.
Thus Æolus with his impetuous Bands,
Charging the Lybian Desarts, drives the Sands
Into a Mountain, which his Trophy stands.
'Till changing sides, he rallies in the Air
His Troops, and then commands to sound to War:
The lofty Pageant tumbles to the Ground,
And's Trophy now is in its Ruines found.
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