I Paint the Prince, the World would surely crave,
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Could they the Sum of all their Wishes have;
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Pattern of Goodness, Him on Earth we see,
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Who knows, He bears the Stamp of Diety;
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Is made by Nature fit for Sword, or Gown,
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And with undoubted Right enjoyes his Crown;
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As Gold, by Fire, He's try'd by suffering,
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Preserv'd by Miracles to be a King;
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Troubles were Foiles, to make his Glories shine,
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Through all conducted by a Hand Divine;
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Malice long strove his Fortunes to Defeat,
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Now Earth, and Heav'n conspire to make him Great;
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He of all Temp'ral Blessings stands Possest,
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But in a Royal Consort doubly Blest.
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His mind, as Head, with Princely Virtues Crown'd,
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True Courage, Wisdom, Justice there are found;
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His ev'ry Action has peculiar Grace,
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And Majesty appears, in Meen, and Face;
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In Subjects Hearts, as on his Throne he Raigns;
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Himself, the Weight of all his Realms sustains;
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Of ablest States-men ever seekes Advice,
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And of best Councels knowes to make his Choice?
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Is taught by long Obedience to Command,
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His own best Gen'ral He, for Sea and Land;
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Loves Peace, whilst thus for War and Action fit,
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And Armes, and Hate layes down, when Foes submit;
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Not of too Lib'ral, nor too Frugal mind:
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In all things to the Golden Mean inclin'd;
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Seemes for Himself not born, but People rather,
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And showes by's Care, that He's their Common Father.
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Lewdness expels, both from his Camp, and Court;
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No Flattrers please, nor Fools can make him Sport;
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Grave in Discoursing, in his Habit plain,
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And all Excess Endeavours to restrain;
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As Fates Decree, so stands his Royal Word,
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O're all his Passions, Governs as their Lord;
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Nicely does He inspect each Fair Pretence,
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Justice alike to Friend, and Foe dispence;
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He's the Retreat to which Opprest do fly,
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Extending Help to those in Misery;
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Gracious to Good, to Wicked men Severe,
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Supports the Humble, makes the Haughty fear;
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To true Deserts, in Mercy unconfin'd;
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His Laws do more Himself, then others bind;
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At Sea, his Naval Power He stretches far,
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In Europe, holds the Scales of Peace and War;
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His Actions lasting Monuments shall Frame,
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None leave to future Age so sweet a Name.
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Add ten times more, the Royal Image must
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Fall short of JAMES the Great, the Good, the Just.
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