He that with thine shall weigh good David’s
Shall find his passion, nor his love, exceeds: 28
He cursed the mountains where his brave friend died,
But let false Ziba with his heir divide;
Where thy immortal love to thy bless’d friends,
Like that of Heaven, upon their seed descends.
Such huge extremes inhabit thy great mind,
Godlike, unmoved, and yet, like woman, kind!
Which of the ancient poets had not brought
Our Charles’s pedigree from Heaven, and taught
How some bright dame, compress’d by mighty Jove,
Produced this mix’d Divinity and Love?
 ‘Buckingham’s death’: Buckingham
was murdered by Felton at
Portsmouth, on the 23d of August 1628, while equipping a fleet for
the relief of Rochelle. Lord Lindsey succeeded him. The king was at
prayers when the news arrived, and had the resolution to disguise
his emotion till they were over.
 ‘Pattern’: Achilles.
 ‘Painter’: Timanthes in his picture of Iphigenia.
 ‘Fair boy’: Cyparissus.
Of Jason, Theseus, and such worthies old,
Light seem the tales antiquity has told;
Such beasts and monsters as their force oppress’d,
Some places only, and some times, infest.
Salle, that scorn’d all power and laws of men,
Goods with their owners hurrying to their den,
And future ages threat’ning with a rude
And savage race, successively renew’d;
Their king despising with rebellious pride,
And foes profess’d to all the world beside; 10
This pest of mankind gives our hero fame,
And through the obliged world dilates his name.
The prophet once to cruel Agag said,
’As thy fierce sword has mothers childless made,
So shall the sword make thine;’ and with that word
He hew’d the man in pieces with his sword.
Just Charles like measure has return’d to these
Whose Pagan hands had stain’d the troubled seas;
With ships they made the spoiled merchant mourn;
With ships their city and themselves are torn.
One squadron of our winged castles sent,
O’erthrew their fort, and all their navy rent;
For, not content the dangers to increase,
And act the part of tempests in the seas,
Like hungry wolves, those pirates from our shore
Whole flocks of sheep, and ravish’d cattle bore.
Safely they might on other nations prey—
Fools to provoke the sovereign of the sea!
Mad Cacus so, whom like ill fate persuades,
The herd of fair Alcmena’s seed invades, 30
Who for revenge, and mortals’ glad relief,
Sack’d the dark cave and crush’d that horrid thief.
Morocco’s monarch, wond’ring at this fact,
Save that his presence his affairs exact,
Had come in person to have seen and known
The injured world’s revenger and his own.
Hither he sends the chief among his peers,
Who in his bark proportion’d presents bears,
To the renown’d for piety and force,
Poor captives manumised, and matchless horse. 40