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To his ROYAL HIGHNES
The DUKE, upon his Arrival.
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WHen you, Great Sir, began to disappear,
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All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear,
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Hope, only in Scotch Rebels liv'd, who knew,
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Our Courage and our Conduct fled in you.
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Pirates and Rebels joyntly did Command,
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Turks prey'd on all by Sea, and Scots by Land.
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The Turks! who ne're so insolent were grown
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T'approach our Brittish-Coasts, till you were gone.
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Though what the Algerines first tempted forth,
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Was that which mov'd their Brethren in the North.
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Both saw we were forsaken by that Hand,
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Which had with equal Glory once maintain'd
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Our Flag at Sea, our Scepter on the Land.
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Brave Causes both, worthy the Sword alone
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Of CHARLES his Brother, and the MARTYRS Son.
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What Force is able with that Arme to fight
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Which pleads a Martyrs Vows, a Sov'raigns Right?
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Now had you left your Brothers Rule, the Land
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And past those Seas which once You did Command;
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Beyond our English Bounds, those Bounds that were
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To our poor Isle, none to your Arms appear;
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Where once your Sword was drawn, your Course you bend,
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Your Sword must still beyond Our Rule extend.
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Flanders at once does Peace and You receive,
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While Foes our Peace disturb, and Traffick grieve.
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Yet these alass! like some ill Omens were,
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But Harbingers of our approaching Fear.
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For He, in whom we all an Intrest crave.
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A Brothers You, we those of Subjects have;
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Whose mighty Soul could not be well contain'd
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Within his own Dominions on the Land
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Descends, the Ocean and his Ships to view,
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Which oft engage him in deep Thoughts of You.
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On your Employment musing, and your Charge,
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Wishes in vain, a Subjects Soul so Large.
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Fit for the Steerage of so fast a Fleet,
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Or near him at the Helme on Land to sit;
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Who next the Throne might shine in silent Peace,
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Or in loud Wars, might Thunder on the Seas.
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But finding none, He feels the loss though late
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Of such a Limb new sever'd from the State.
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The first Prince of the Bloud now from him gone,
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Unguarded on the Right-hand left the Throne.
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For none in Deeds so Great, or Birth so High
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His Place in Arms or Councils may supply:
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None may of Right ascend, they may invade,
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For Princes of the Bloud are Born, not Made.
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T'enjoy their Titles and possess their Lot
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None ever are Elected, but Begot.
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Wanting his sole Support in all his Care,
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His Stay in Peace, and his chief Strength in War.
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On whom, the King still in the first place lean'd,
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And next the King, on whom we all depend.
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Unsafe in Rule, uneasie in his Mind,
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Tost like the Sea, which labours with the wind.
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His Hopes at length, He to Despair resigns,
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Decays in Vigour, and in Health declines.
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Soon as the fatal News once reach'd your Ear,
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Urg[']d with a Brothers Zeal, and Subjects Care,
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You fly with such like hast as Angels move
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On all the wings of Duty, and of Love.
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Angels and You alike Employment have
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To succour Kings, and distres'd Nations save.
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The Forreign Shore, which when you did arrive
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Met you in Shew, your Vessel to Receive.
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Removing now, lest by its guilty Stay,
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It might be thought your Voyage to delay:
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Does in Appearance awfully Recede
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And seems in Duty from your Vessel fled;
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Which proud to bear him for her single Load,
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Who still whole Fleets and Armies led abroad.
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All Opposition does, like You, despise;
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And labour'd by the Waves, still higher rise,
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No danger can be great enough for Fear
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Where Caesars Brother, and his Fortune are.
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His high extraction, and his happy Fate
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The proud Sails swell, and Vessel elevate.
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While to the winds her Canvas wings ere Spread,
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The lazy winds you chide, for want of speed;
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And with impatience their Delays controul,
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For winds, compar'd to wing'd Desires, are dull.
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Your Thoughts alas! preventing them, before
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Your Voyage had dispatch't and reacht the Shore.
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Nor Landed on the Shore, do you proceed
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With more Solemnity, or with less speed;
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With such Dispatch arriving at the Court
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You ev'n Fame prevent, and outfly Report
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As swift, yet not less silent then, the light,
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Of which we hear no News, till 'tis in sight.
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Me thinks I see the Royal Brothers meet,
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Their Souls and Bodies in Embraces knit.
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While in the Union of their Arms is seen,
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The closer Union of their Hearts within
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How they embrac, and in th' embraces melt,
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Cannot reported be, it must be felt.
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While Joys too mighty for their Tongues arise,
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And flow out in th' expressions of their Eyes.
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Such pow'rful Transports for which words we want
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Which when we imitate, we best shall pa[i]nt.
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Can we who see this, stand unmov[']d? Can we
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Who see th' embraces of the Brothers, be,
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If their Example, or our Duty bind,
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To the unfaithful, or ourselves unkind?
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Ah no! let us in Love our strife employ,
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And never weep henceforth, but Tears of Joy.
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