TO THE KING.
Tho’ train’d in arms, and learn’d in martial arts,
Thou chuſeſt not to conquer men, but hearts;
Expecting nations for thy triumphs wait,
But thou preferr’ſt the name of Juſt to Great.
So Jove ſuſpends his ſubject-world to doom,5
Which would he pleaſe to thunder he ’d conſume.
O! could the ghoſts of mighty heroes dead
Return on earth, and quit th’ Elyſian ſhade,
Brutus to James would truſt the people’s cauſe;
Thy juſtice is a ſtronger guard than laws:10
Marius and Sylla would reſign to thee,
Nor Cæſar and great Pompey rivals be,
Or rivals only who ſhould beſt obey,
And Cato give his voice for regal sway.14
TO THE KING.
Heroes of old, by rapine and by ſpoil,
In ſearch of fame did all the world embroil.
Thus to their gods each then ally’d his name,
This ſprang from Jove, and that from Titan came.
With equal valour, and the ſame ſucceſs,5
Dread King! might’ſt thou the univerſe oppreſs;
But Chriſtian laws conſtrain thy martial pride;
Peace is thy choice, and piety thy guide:
By thy example kings are taught to ſway,
Heroes to fight, and ſaints may learn to pray.10
