Page:Three Poems upon the death of the late Usurper Oliver Cromwell (1682).djvu/16

 Yet blest that fate which did his Arms dispose, Her Land to Civilize as to subdue. Nor was he like those Stars which only shine, When to pale Mariners they storms portend, He had his calmer influence; and his Mine Did Love and Majesty together blend. 'Tis true his Count'nance did imprint an awe, And naturally all Souls to his did bow; As Wands of Divination downward draw, And point to Beds where Sov'raign Gold doth grow. When past all offerings to Feretrian Jove He Mars despos'd, and Arms to Gowns made yield, Successful Councels did him soon approve As fit for close Intrigues, as open field. To suppliant Holland he vouchsaf'd a Peace, Our once bold Rival in the British Main, Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease, And buy our Friendship with her Idol gain. Fame of th' asserted Sea through Europe blown Made France and Spain ambitious of his Love; Each knew that side must conquer he would own, And for him fiercely as for Empire strove. No sooner was the French-mans cansecause [sic] embrac'd Than the light Mounsire the grave Don outweigh'd, His fortune turn'd the Scale where it was cast, Though Indian Mines were in the other laid. Rh