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6 Happy that Prince, who has by you attain'd A greater Conquest than his Arms e'er gain'd: With all War’s Rage he may abroad o'ercome, But Love’s a gentler Victory at home. Securely here, he on that Face relies, Lays by his Arms, and conquers with your Eyes; And all the glorious Actions of his Life Thinks well rewarded, blest with such a Wife.

AY all thy Years, like this, propitious be, And bring thee Crowns, and Peace, and Victory: Scarce hadst thou Time t' unsheath thy conqu'ring Blade, It did but glitter, and the Rebels fled: Thy Sword, the Safeguard of thy Brother’s Throne, Is now become the Bulwark of thy own.


 * Aw'd by the Fame, the trembling Nations send

Thro’-out the World, to court so brave a Friend; The guilty Senates that refus'd thy Sway Repent their Crime, and hasten to obey; Tribute they raise, and Vows and Off'rings bring, Confess their Phrenzy, and confirm their King. Who