Page:Three Poems upon the death of the late Usurper Oliver Cromwell (1682).djvu/17

 When absent, yet we conquer'd in his right; For though some meaner Artist's Skill were shown, In mingling colours, or in placing light, Yet still the fair designment was his own. For from all tempers he could service draw; The worth of each with its allay he knew; And as the Confident of Nature, saw How she Complexions did divide and brew. Or he their single vertues did survay By intuition in his own large Breast, Where all the rich Ideas of them lay, That were the Rule and measure to the rest. When such Heroique Vertue Heaven sets out, The Stars like Commons sullenly obey; Because it drains them when it comes about, And therefore is a Tax they seldom pay. From this high-spring our foraign Conquests flow, Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend. Since their Commencement to his Arms they owe, If Springs as high as Fountains may ascend. He made us Freemen of the Continent Whom Nature did like Captives treat before, To nobler prey's the English Lyon sent, And taught him first in Belgian walks to rore. That old unquestioned Pirate of the Land, Proud Rome, with dread, the fate of Dunkirk har'd; Rh