Like favour find the Irish, with like fate
  Advanc’d to be a portion of our state: 
  While by your valour, and your bounteous mind,
  Nations, divided by the sea, are join’d.

  Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
  To be our out-guard on the continent: 
  She from her fellow-provinces wou’d go,
  Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

  In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse
  (Preventing posts) the terror and the news;
  Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar: 
  But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

  Your never-failing sword made war to cease,
  And now you heal us with the acts of peace
  Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
  Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

  Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
  Than in restoring such as are undone: 
  Tygers have courage, and the rugged bear,
  But man alone can whom he conquers, spare.

  To pardon willing; and to punish, loath;
  You strike with one hand, but you heal with both. 
  Lifting up all that prostrate lye, you grieve
  You cannot make the dead again to live.

  When fate or error had our Age mis-led,
  And o’er this nation such confusion spread;
  The only cure which cou’d from heav’n come down,
  Was so much pow’r and piety in one.

  One whose extraction’s from an ancient line,
  Gives hope again that well-born men may shine: 
  The meanest in your nature mild and good,
  The noble rest secured in your blood.

  Oft have we wonder’d, how you hid in peace
  A mind proportion’d to such things as these;
  How such a ruling sp’rit you cou’d restrain,
  And practise first over your self to reign.

  Your private life did a just pattern give
  How fathers, husbands, pious sons shou’d live;
  Born to command, your princely virtues slept
  Like humble David’s while the flock he kept: 

  But when your troubled country call’d you forth,
  Your flaming courage, and your matchless worth
  Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend,
  To fierce contention gave a prosp’rous end.

  Still as you rise, the state, exalted too,
  Finds no distemper while ’tis chang’d by you;
  Chang’d like the world’s great scene, when without noise
  The rising sun night’s vulgar lights destroys.

  Had you, some ages past, this race of glory
  Run, with amazement we shou’d read your story;
  But living virtue, all atchievements past,
  Meets envy still to grapple with at last.

  This Caesar found, and that ungrateful age,
  With losing him, went back to blood and rage. 
  Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
  But cut the bond of union with that stroke.

  That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars
  Gave a dim light to violence and wars,
  To such a tempest as now threatens all,
  Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.