A poem Humbly Addrest to the Right Honourable the Earl of Portland &c. On his Lordships Return from his Embassy in France. By Mr Oldmixon |
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What man but you, who know the secret Springs
Of Princes Councels, and the hearts of Kings,
So soon could tame so turbulent a Mind,
And calm a Soul as Boistrous as the Wind?
Make Lewis, spite of his Ambition, yield,
And boasting Victory, forsake the Field,
To court the Prince his Envy once abus'd,
And sue for Peace, which he before refus'd.
You stopt his Glory in its full Career,
And made him dread the Prospect of the War.
Your Masters Conduct, and his Might declar'd,
Which France with Terror and Amazement heard.
She thought no more of Universal Sway,
Of making Empires yield, and Kings obey;
But trembling for the Countries she possest,
She gladly gave up part, to save the rest.
This who Expected, that had heard her boast,
How much their freedom should their Champions Cost?
Of Princes Councels, and the hearts of Kings,
So soon could tame so turbulent a Mind,
And calm a Soul as Boistrous as the Wind?
Make Lewis, spite of his Ambition, yield,
And boasting Victory, forsake the Field,
To court the Prince his Envy once abus'd,
And sue for Peace, which he before refus'd.
You stopt his Glory in its full Career,
And made him dread the Prospect of the War.
Your Masters Conduct, and his Might declar'd,
Which France with Terror and Amazement heard.
She thought no more of Universal Sway,
Of making Empires yield, and Kings obey;
But trembling for the Countries she possest,
She gladly gave up part, to save the rest.
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How much their freedom should their Champions Cost?
| A poem Humbly Addrest to the Right Honourable the Earl of Portland | |