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<HEAD>ON THE DEATH OF HIS GRACE The Duke of ALBEMARLE.</HEAD>
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<L>WHO wou'd on Greatne&s;s, or on Worth rely,</L>
<L>When Hero's thus like common men mu&s;t die?</L>
<L>Cou'd Virtue, Merit, or cou'd Valour &s;ave</L>
<L>De&s;erving Men, from the Impartial Grave;</L>
<L>None &s;urely cou'd with &s;o much Ju&s;tice be</L>
<L>Secur'd from Fate, Great <HI>Albemarle,</HI> as Thee;</L>
<L>Who&s;e mighty Actions to the World has &s;hown,</L>
<L>'Tis more to merit, than u&s;urp a Crown;</L>
<L>When gen'rou&s;ly You did refu&s;e and &s;corn</L>
<L>That u&s;urp'd Titles &s;hou'd Your Name adorn,</L>
<L>E&s;teeming it a far more glorious thing</L>
<L>For to Re&s;tore, than be Your Self a King.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Baits of Pow'r which Empire did impart,</L>
<L>Prov'd far too weak to tempt Your Loyal Heart.</L>
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<L>When Civil Broils (for our Offences hurl'd</L>
<L>By Angry Heaven on our Sep'rate World,)</L>
<L>Who&s;e Rage almo&s;t Three Kingdoms had de&s;troy'd,</L>
<L>And wrought a Ruine none cou'd &s;carce avoid,</L>
<L>Relenting Fate through pity then ordain'd</L>
<L>You &s;hou'd tho&s;e ills redre&s;s, our State &s;u&s;tain'd;</L>
<L>And by an Act, as gen'rous as unknown,</L>
<L>Re&s;tore Our Soveraign to his Native Throne:</L>
<L>Nothing cou'd too, Your Prudence more declare</L>
<L>Than the Wi&s;e Conduct of this great Affair.</L>
<L>Through Tracts of Blood you did not Conque&s;t trace;</L>
<L>A <HI>Halcyon</HI> calm did all Your Triumphs grace.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Pow'rs which oft had Royal Arms with&s;tood,</L>
<L>You &s;oon di&s;pers'd without one drop of Blood.</L>
<L>Secure You wrought what Rebels &s;carcely fear'd;</L>
<L>As Lightning kills before the Thunder's heard.</L>
<L>Thus, through Your Noble Conduct we were ble&s;t</L>
<L>From all the Toils of horrid War, with Re&s;t.</L>
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<L>When not Content with what we did Enjoy,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s <HI>Batavia's</HI> Traffick we de&s;troy;</L>
<L>A War's begun, which nothing did advance</L>
<L>To either Nation, but make Potent <HI>France.</HI></L>
<L>Whil'&s;t on the Sea, others for Empire fight,</L>
<L>In Court-Enjoyments You took &s;mall delight;</L>
<L>Nor yet Content with former Glories gain'd,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s You now, Your Countries Cau&s;e maintain'd.</L>
<L>Victorious <HI>York</HI> did Fir&s;t the <HI>Dutch</HI> &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>Their Second Conque&s;t Fate re&s;erv'd for You;</L>
<L>Who &s;o improv'd, what was before begun,</L>
<L>As <HI>Belgick</HI> Fleets did from our Canon run;</L>
<L>And whil&s;t You Gen'ral on the Ocean Ride,</L>
<L>No Ho&s;tile Fleet did on our Seas abide.</L>
<L>The&s;e Glorious Actions prov'd that You cou'd be,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Albion's</HI> Patron both at Land and Sea;</L>
<L>And with more Ju&s;tice may that Title Clame,</L>
<L>Than he who <HI>England</HI> does for Patron Name.</L>
<L>He only help'd a poor di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Maid,</L>
<L>You vanqui&s;h'd tho&s;e, who did our Rights Invade.</L>
<L>Rights, our<NOTE N="(*)" PLACE="marg">Selden.</NOTE> great Antiquary prov'd to be</L>
<L>As Ancient Ours, as is the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI>-Sea.</L>
<L>Fore-knowing Fate only ordain'd that He,</L>
<L>Shou'd prove an Emblem, and a Type of Thee.</L>
<L>His Fab'lous Stories &s;carcely known, but You</L>
<L>A Mon&s;ter wor&s;e than that great Hero &s;lew:</L>
<L>A Mon&s;ter us'd to Act &s;uch horrid things,</L>
<L>As it dur&s;t &s;hed the Sacred Blood of Kings.</L>
<L>For which brave deed, Thy Name &s;hall ever be</L>
<L>Ador'd and Reverenc'd by Po&s;terity.</L>
<L>And may Au&s;picious Fate &s;till grant that You,</L>
<L>May as their Wonder, prove their Pattern too.</L>
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<L>But now at length Death claims, Great Sir, from You</L>
<L>A Debt, as Mortal, was to Nature due.</L>
<L>Nor can tho&s;e Lawrels Conquering bows adorn,</L>
<L>Protect tho&s;e Hero's that are Mortal born.</L>
<L>Too well, alas, Th' Imperious Tyrant knew,</L>
<L>He only You, cou'd through Your Self &s;ubdue.</L>
<L>In other Parts he vainly &s;trove to wound</L>
<L>Your too much Heart he only Mortal found.</L>
<L>Thus to &s;ome Grove the aged Phenix flies,</L>
<L>Builds its own Ne&s;t, and through its own means dies.</L>
<L>In Bloody Fields his Malice You defi'd,</L>
<L>And like a Gen'ral in Your Chair You di'd.</L>
<L>An <HI>Exit</HI> Your great Courage did befit,</L>
<L>Which &s;eem'd to Conquer, when it did &s;ubmit.</L>
<L>Natures great Debt You willing were to pay,</L>
<L>Yet &s;corn'd to do it an ignoble way.</L>
<L>And though Y' are Dead, to future Ages fame</L>
<L>With &s;uch Advantage &s;hall, tran&s;mit Your Name,</L>
<L>As no Oblivion &s;hall thy Deeds ob&s;cure,</L>
<L>As long as Time, or Hi&s;tory indure.</L>
<L>And be among&s;t our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Monarchs laid,</L>
<L>With all the Pomp a grateful Prince can give,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t in his Thoughts You &s;hall for ever live.</L>
<L>No <HI>Mau&s;olaeum</HI> can &s;ecure Thy re&s;t,</L>
<L>Like &s;uch a Lodging in His Royal bre&s;t.</L>
<L>Protected thus within that Sacred Place,</L>
<L>Envy, nor Time, Your Merits &s;hall Deface.</L>
<L>Who wou'd not then prove that Great Monarch's Friend,</L>
<L>Who does His Kindne&s;s beyond Life extend;</L>
<L>And to Your Mem'ry nobly &s;trives to pay</L>
<L>Pa&s;t Obligations in a gen'rous way.</L>
<L>Yet who like You, when Fate &s;eem'd mo&s;t to frown,</L>
<L>Sav'd an U&s;urp'd, Secur'd an Envied Crown,</L>
<L>And Three Great Kingdoms did from Ruine free,</L>
<L>De&s;erves tho&s;e Honors which are pay'd to Thee.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed in the Year M.DC.LXX.</P>
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