(4)
Yet blest that fate which did his Arms dispose,
Her Land to Civilize as to subdue.
(18)
When to pale Mariners they storms portend,
He had his calmer influence; and his Mine
Did Love and Majesty together blend.
(19)
And naturally all Souls to his did bow;
As Wands of Divination downward draw,
And point to Beds where Sov'raign Gold doth grow.
(20)
He Mars despos'd, and Arms to Gowns made yield,
Successful Councels did him soon approve
As fit for close Intrigues, as open field.
(21)
Our once bold Rival in the British Main,
Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease,
And buy our Friendship with her Idol gain.
(22)
Made France and Spain ambitious of his Love;
Each knew that side must conquer he would own,
And for him fiercely as for Empire strove.
(16)
Than the light Mounsire the grave Don outweigh'd,
His fortune turn'd the Scale where it was cast,
Though Indian Mines were in the other laid.