KINGDOM OF ARTHUR 1: THE ILL-WINDS OF CHANCE

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Save shipping costs You can pick up this lot from the seller: Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. Offer up for auction Selling at auction Photo tips Seller policy. My Catawiki Sign in Register for free. The splendid Phantome now advances nigh, And in his reach appears Divinity. Which straight he grasps at, and to hold the more, Empties his Hand of what it held before. But sooner might he grasp unbody'd Minds, And with clos'd Arms clasp in the raging Winds. Thus fell lost Man, straight troubled Nature moan'd, And shaking, with a strong Convulsion groan'd.

A dreadful Face of Things confounds his Eye, He cannot stay secure, nor can he fly. The trembling Branches make him tremble more, Now feebler, than the Fig-leaves, which he wore. Man's Soul, by this rude Shock from's Center driv'n, Stands so a-skaunt, and so remote from Heav'n, Tis scarcely warm'd by its weak, Oblique Ray, And has at best but a cold, darksome Day.

As when a Planet, once all fair and bright, Sickens, and shines with pale and faded Light; By some fierce Storm bred in its Bowels rent, As Clouds are by the Thunder in 'em pent. The hideous, burning Hull does floating lie, And with the wondrous Wreck affrights the Sky.

Sometimes it blazes with a dismal Light, And then grown dim, seems lost and drown'd in Night. Then sinking does the Starry Sky forsake, Contented some inferior Seat to take. Insuperably steep, and too sublime For the tir'd Wings of Cherubims to climb. Lightnings and Thunders isue from his Throne, Lightnings scarce heard of, Thunder seldom known. Then thus she spake: Shall the successful, sly Impostor boast, That by his Power the new Creation's lost? Justice well pleas'd, accpets the offer'd Price, And Heav'n's aton'd by its own Sacrifice.

That our expected Hope might be enjoy'd, Divinity appears with Man alloy'd. Here two Extreams of distance infinite, In one ineffable, mysterious Knot unite. He that in all th' expanded Skies wants room, Lies now encompass'd with a Virgins Womb. Then in an humble travelling Dress is seen Seeking, as unknown Strangers do, an Inn. But the directing Star that led their Way, Stands still, and points down with a streaming Ray, To a mean Stable, where the Stranger lay. Various Projections, deep Designs were laid, How best the dreaded Foe they might invade. She did so well perform her Hellish Part, Herod soon yielded to her subtle Art.

For while the Sages leave their Eastern home, And to admire the wondrous Infant come. Kingdoms opprest shall his strong Aids invoke, And thrust their Necks beneath his gentle Yoke. They may unrivall'd, and unenvy'd reign, And all their Pomp, and Regal State maintain. Egypt tho' for its Monsters famous grown, Is now by treach'rous Palestine out-done. For here they find a more secure Abode, Egypt , once Jacob sav'd, and now his God. Where he begins his Kingdom to assert, And his mirac'lous Virtue to exert.

The wondring Dead arise, and hasty come, Obsequious to his Call, from out their Tomb. With fresh-created Fish and Loaves he fed Th' admiring Crowd, that lay around him spread. Round him in Crowds the sick and feeble throng, The sick grow easie, and the feeble strong. Fresh healing Vertue he diffus'd around, And dying Men rose leaping from the ground. The Languishing reviv'd, th' Afflicted cheer'd, Took healthful Looks, and smil'd when he appear'd. Th' Almighty's faded Image to repair, That its bright Lines might shine distinct and fair.

He that Supplies on all in want bestow'd, Feasting with Miracles the hungry Crowd: Yet did unwelcom through their Regions stray, From those ungrateful Cities thrust away, Whence he had Devils and Diseases cast, Him, and his proffer'd Heav'n, they from them chas'd. What various Shapes of Cruelty are shewn, Under, and on his Cross he's made to groan.

And yet he bears a heavier Load within, The pressure of the World's united Sin. Though solid Rocks touch'd with Compassion rent, The more obdurate Jew does not relent. Ev'n Hell gap'd horribly, such was the fright, And thro' the Chasm let thro' prodigious Night. He then the Plan of his wise Kingdom laid, Who should submit, and who should be obey'd.

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And by wise Laws fixt all things that relate, To the Support of his new founded State. On a fair Hill that the wide Vale commands, The numberless, angelick Army stands. Drawn up in shining Lines, and Warlike Bands. The Trumpets all salute him passing by, And in the Air display'd the Banners fly. I drink them in with Joy, but thirst for more, And for this thankful, still more Aid implore.

Up rose the Princes, and were soon prepar'd To take their Way, attended with their Guard. In the same Chariot friendly they abide, And feeding grateful Conversation ride. The Briton then began. The Sky shines terrible with Lightning's Flame. Cross the red Air the flaming Torrents fly, Gushing from all the fiery Springs on high.

Scarce its high Mounds th' Empyreal Region saves. Heav'n's spacious Balls are on each other hurl'd, Ruin with Ruin crush'd, and World o'erturn'd with World. Imprison'd Thunder roars for wider room, Proclaiming loud the World's approaching Doom. The Globe distorted, burst, disjoynted, rent, Gives to the burning Exhalations Vent. Down their scorcht Sides metallick Torrents flow, And form a dismal, flaming Sea below.

Plung'd in the Seas it unextinguish'd lies, And o'er the Waves the glowing Wedges rise. His bright, sublime Tribunal here they place, On which he sits, with awful, God-like Grace. Their furious Arms devouring Tempests throw On all the guilty, trembling World below. Fires from above, combin'd with Fires below, O'er all the Earth in ruddy Torrents flow. The Heat dissolves the Fabrick of the World, The broken parts fall down, confusedly hurl'd: Chaos restor'd does in wild Triumph reign, And ruin'd Worlds his hideous Throne sustain.

Their Prince himself trembles, and dares not stay, But spreads his broad, dun Wings, and shoots away. They find the fatal Hour's arriv'd at last, That shall revenge their bold Rebellions past. When to their Torments they shall be Restrain'd, And lye beneath, on flaming Billows chain'd. How will they bear this dismal Scene of Wo, Where will they stay secure, or whither go? Besides, the Trumpet shakes the trembling ground, The startled Dead awakwn at the Sound. Whose scatter'd Parts God calls together, they To their appointed Meeting hast away.

The crowding Atoms re-unite apace, All without tumult, know, and take their place. The Eyes enliven'd with new Vital Light, Open, admiring whence they had their sight. Hard twisted Nerves new brace, and faster bind The close knit Joynts, no more to be disjoyn'd. Brisk Spirits take their upper Seats, and dart Thro' their known Channels thence, to every part. Now ripe Conceptions thro' the Earth abound, And new sprung Men stand thick on all the ground.

But how the Dead are chang'd, their Bodies more Unlike each other, than their Souls before! How monstrous foul the guilty Dead arise, Each struck with Horrour from his Neighbour flies!

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How much deform'd they look, all stain'd with Sin, Black and mis-shap'd without, but more within. So Serpents that entangled lay asleep, From out their Beds disturb'd, and waken'd creep. They hiss, and cast their fiery Eyes around, And with their loathsome Bellies mark the ground.

For flight their poisonous Volumes they display, And urg'd with Fear and Anguish, hast away. So this foul Brood are forc'd their Graves to leave, And to the Ground their grov'ling Bellies cleave. Back to their Graves, the ugly Monsters fly, And in those Coverts would for ever ly. They call aloud for Death, and wish they might Melt to thin Air, be drown'd, and lost in Night. Where they their long forsaken Bodies greet, Which, like old Friends, they with fresh Pleasure meet. Bodies, that seem, they are so Pure and Bright, All thicken'd Glory, close compacted Light; Purg'd and refin'd from all that's course and gross, As melted Gold throws off the baser Dross.

Yet these blest Sons of Light, that Angel-like, Would mortal Eyes, with deadly Lustre strike, Were those, that once their Excellence disguis'd, Liv'd here oppress'd, and like their Lord, despis'd. In all the way encouraging their Charge, Telling of all the Joys of Heav'n at large.

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With Swords of keenest Flame compelling some, And dragging others to the gen'ral Doom. Who now in perfect Bliss, their time employ Discoursing, to promote their mutual Joy, How first they left the pleasurable way, Where wanton Streams of soft Delights convey Charm'd Souls, that with the treach'rous Tyde must go, To the dead Lake of Pain and endless Wo. How Vertue's guidance they impolor'd and gain'd, And what blest Converse with her they maintain'd. How thro' dark Paths she did their Feet conduct, Correct the wanderers, and the rest instruct.

That they, with indefatigable Care, Fresh Heats fomented, and renew'd the War. For these black Crimes they're sentenc'd to the pains, Of fiercer Fire, and doom'd to heavier Chains. They led them to the flowry Banks, and show'd The flatt'ring Tide, where smiling Pleasures flow'd. Where the charm'd Voyagers did careless ride, Bewitching Syren 's singing on their side. Till the false Flood betray'd them thither, where It falls into the Gulph of black Despair.

The sly Adulterer, that till the late Approach of Night, and silent Shades did wait, For the Caresses of the Harlot's Fed, And at the early dawn of Twilight fled; Is here upbraided, for his careful flight Of Mens, whilst he contemn'd th' Almighty's sight. Anti-Platonic that could pleasure take In naked Vice, and sinn'd for sinning's sake; That could abstracted from Enjoyment, sport, With Guilt, and Vice ev'n in Idea court. That did himself, so much he lov'd the Fame, The secret Triumphs of his Lusts proclaim, Strives in the Crowd to hide his guilty Head, Whilst his high Charge, and black Indictment's read.

That there's a God, he gives a full Assent, On the most sure, but saddest Argument. Thus he at last believes, and trembles too, On the same grounds that tortur'd Spirits do. Will he his feeble Arguments produce, And make them here, renew their former Use? Will he assert his Innocence, and plead 'Twas only harmless Nature he obey'd?

They can't the deadly Stings within controul, Nor ease the Horrors of his tortur'd Soul. And now less hardy Pris'ners are Arraign'd, That had not this obdurate temper gain'd. To make up Peace, they would with neither part, But shar'd between them a divided Heart. But then, discourag'd at the steep Ascent, And the strait Gate, thro' which the Trav'llers went, Gave back, and did of their past Toil repent. But how they now abhor the Cowardize, That made them almost Conquerors, miss the Prize: Made them desert a prosperous Cause as lost, That could so many Spoils, and Triumphs boast.

Each hears his aggravated Crimes at large, Devils accuse, and Conscience backs the Charge. They can't excuse, or hide their Crimes, nor fly, Nor what's the Refuge of the wretched, dy. Let them solicite with their loudest Cries, Those Gods, they serv'd, to save their Votaries. For ever cursed Souls from me depart, As you did oft my Cause, I you desert.

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Go to those Mansions of Despair, and lie In never ceasing Torments, go, and die. Now the abstrusest Paths of Providence, That gave the wisest Men so great Offence, Are so unriddl'd, and made easie here; The Night dispell'd, they shine as Noon-day, clear. Justice that did till now her Graces shrowd, And walk'd on Earth, encircled with a Cloud; That did such by, and uncouth Ways frequent, Perplex'd with Windings, frightful for Ascent; See this bright Goddess to her Throne restor'd, Unveils her Majesty to be ador'd.

Rivals no longer, they are here combin'd, And in so strict a Bond of Friendship joyn'd; They seem distinguish'd only by their Name, Their Charms alike, their Votaries the fame, And both are Worship'd with an equal Flame. Justice to all in such due measures shown, The Judge returns to his Celestial Throne. Safe on the Shore with Pleasure they behold, How the thick Waves are on each other rowl'd. What Dangers of a strange amazing Shape, What fatal Rocks, they scarcely did escape. They hear the Winds grow loud and turbulent, See Clouds swoln big, with Thunder in 'em pent, With which the lowring Sky is over-cast, Hang down upon the Seas which they have past.

Viewing these Woes themselves did once endure, They stand surpriz'd, as if not yet secure. Amaz'd at all the Glory they possess, Wonder almost suspends their Happiness.

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They on so sweet, and rich a Climate thrown, Forget their Dangers, now for ever gone. So long they his substantial Brightness view, Till they all grow Divine, and God -like too. So quick they feel the mighty Influx come, The most Capacious, thirsty Souls want room. They widen and extend themselves, to hold Those Floods of Joys, that to their Breasts are roll'd; Till they a vast, unmeasur'd Bliss possess, And strive beneath th' unweildy Happiness. Here Innocence will all its Lustre show, The mournful Looks thrown off, it wore below. Sorrows for ever banish'd hence repair To the low, Guilty Regions of the Air.

There no black Clouds of Discontent appear, That spread themselves o'er these dark Vallies here. That no Decay, or Intermission know, Debas'd, when liken'd to the best below. Delights, those Beautiful Illustrious, play Around us, and, when grasp'd, they glide away. They shew themselves, but will not with us dwell, But, like hot Gleams, approaching Storms foretel.

But those above, see no unlovely Day, Their Joys no mixture know, nor fear Decay. Its Streams here disembogued for ever ly Lost in th' Abyss of Immortality. They no sad fears of future Sorrows know, Compleatly Happy, and for ever so. When Ages have their widest Circle run, Heav'n wears not, still its Joys are but begun.

Horror, and Night hand dismal o'er the place, And grizly Forms fill all the gloomy space. Darkness that blunts the sharpest pointed Ray, And unannoy'd, repels th' Invading Day. A fiery Sea burns fiercely all beneath, Blown up, and kindled by th' Almighty's Breath. These with the Shades contend, but can't dispel The Darkness that surrounds the burning Cell. Or if they do, they dart pale, dismal Light, Worse than the Horrors of the blackest Night. Hence the black Region is annoy'd with Fumes, Stench, Reeks, and Flame, that kills, but not consumes.

In mighty Floods, the wide Volcano's throw Their melted Treasures out, and overflow With glowing Torrents all the Neighbouring ground, That lies beneath a burning Deluge drown'd. It now no more can please awaken'd Eyes, Stript of stoll'n Beauties, and the fair Disguise Of promis'd Good, it does it's self disclose Its hideous Shape, and ghastly Visage shows. Th' affrighted sinner seeing, fain would fly Th' Embraces of such foul Deformity He would forget their past Endearments now, And from the Monster strives in hast to go.

Array'd with dazling Brightness, there they dwelt, Blest with their great Creator's sight, and felt The beaming Influx breaking from his Face, And shar'd the Pleasures of that Blissful Place. Headlong he casts them from the Seats above, No longer now, the Creatures of his Love. As when strong-rising Flames resistance find, Beat downwards, by a fierce, impetuous Wind: The liquid Pyramids, with labour bend Their tops, and sink still struggling to ascend.

Still working up, they sunk in Pain and Toil, For downwards thrown, their Natures still recoil. So difficult's an Angel 's Fall, and thus Sinking's to them, what rising is to us. He with a single Word, an angry Frown, Subdu'd this Host, and cast them headlong down. Confounded, and amaz'd they sink, and all Heav'n's Plagues, and Wrath, pursu'd them in their Fall.

Then rave aloud, to think what Joys they've lost, To think how dear their bold Rebellion cost. Nor is the Change of these two Dwellings such, So great, but they themselves, are chang'd as much.

See how deform'd they are, to what before, Stript of the Glory that in Heav'n they wore. How much they look too like their guilty State, How foul, and how unlike themselves of late. Such fatal Changes one bold Crime can make, Heav'n's lost, nay more left for a burning Lake. The Way's so wondrous smooth, so prone and broad, They rather fall, than travel down this Road.

In Darkness chain'd, on flaming Billows tost, Too late they find themselves for ever lost; Hopeless they rave, and curse the easie Way, That did their Feet to these sad Realms betray. Hither the damn'd , the final Sentence past, With Cherubs bright, revenging Swords are chas'd. Pursu'd with everlasting Wrath, they take Their woful Refuge, in the burning Lake. Transfixt on unextinguish'd Fire they ly, Burn without Wast, without expiring dy.

Those Agonies, those Terrors here they know; That from a self-revenging Conscience flow. Their vicious Appetites, not yet destroy'd Still crave the Pleasures, they on Earth enjoy'd: Though those are gone, the fierce, untam'd Desire Remains, and burns worse than their Lake of Fire. But what's the most afflicting Plague of Hell, With all these Woes, they must for ever dwell. Curst be the fatal Crimes, that we obey'd, That stole our Hearts, and have our Lives betray'd. He ended, Hoel highly pleas'd, exprest The grateful Sense, which fill'd his joyful Breast.

Now the day wears, the Sun-beams faintly bound, And taller Shadows stretch along the ground. Some rein their manag'd Steeds with manly grace, Some swift in running strain to win the Race. He leads him to a fair and spacious Room, Hung with rich Pieces, from the finest Loom. Pleas'd with the Skill, and Story, Arthur stands, And much of this, and much of that, demands.

Strong, brawny Servants sweat, and panting strode, O'erburden'd with the Meats unweildy Load. All things appear, which curious search can find, Or in the Finny , or the Feather'd Kind: That Hills , or ransack'd Forests can impart, Profusely heap'd, set off with costly Art. He the great Spirit sung, that all things fill'd, That the tumultuous Waves of Chaos still'd. Which he, to suit their Glory with their height, Adorn'd with Globes , that reel, as drunk with Light. He sung how some, chill'd in their Airy flight, Fall scatter'd down in pearly Dew by Night.

How some, whose parts a slight Contexture show, Sink hov'ring thro' the Air, in fleecy Snow. How others stampt to Stones , with rushing sound Fall from their Crystal Quarries , to the ground. While some conspire to form a gentle Breez, To fan the Air, and play among the Trees. How some enrag'd grow turbulent, and loud, Pent in the Bowels of a frowning Cloud; That cracks, as if the Axis of the World Was broke, and Heav'n's bright Towers were downwards hurl'd.

And how the Soul of Plants , in Prison held, And bound with sluggish Fetters lies conceal'd, Till with the Spring's warm Beams, almost releast From the dull weight, with which it lay opprest, Its Vigour spreads, and makes the teeming Earth Heave up, and labour with the sprouting Birth: The active Spirit freesom seeks in vain, It only works and twists a stronger Chain. Urging its Prison's sides to break away, It makes that wider, where 'tis forc'd to stay. Till having form'd its living House, it rears Its Head, and in a tender Plant appears. With what rare Art the wondrous Structure's wrought, From one crude Mass to such Perfection brought, That no part useless, none misplac'd we see, None are forgot, and more would Monstrous be.

Hoel not so, but with the Briton s fate, Asking of Albion 's past, and present State. Lucius began, the rest attentive wait. How sad a task do your Commands impose, That must renew unsufferable Woes? That must our Grief with fresh Affliction feed, And make your generous Heart with pity bleed. The cruel Foes in telling would relent, And with their Tears, the Spoils they caus'd, lament.

Their strong Foundations mouldring wear away, And sap'd by Time's devouring Teeth, decay. Sons, that she bore when vigorous Youth did crown Her Limbs with Beauty, and with Strength full grown. To break her Yoke the Provinces rebel, Those she invaded, now she can't repel. Earthquakes below, and Light'ning from above Rend not his Trunk, nor his fixt Root remove: But then his Strength, worn by destructive Age, He can no more his angry Foes engage.

He rocks with every Wind, while on the ground Dry Leaves, and broken Arms lye scatter'd round. So Rome decay'd Britannia 's warlike Youth on this pretence, Is call'd off from her own, to Rome 's defence. Till the exhausted, weak, deserted Isle, Tempted fierce Neighbours, to an easie Spoil. Britannia of her Valiant Son's berest, Expos'd to every Ravisher is left. So Wolves, the faithful Mastiffs gone, grow bold, And fiercely leap into th' unguarded Fold. Till they stand panting with th' uneasie load, O'ercloy'd with Carnage, and opprest with Blood. Britannia thus dishonour'd, spoil'd, distrest, And by her proud, insulting Foes opprest, Is forc'd of stronger Neighbours to implore That Aid and Help, she us'd to lend before.

Urg'd by her Fate, and hard Necessity, She dreads th' Expedient, that she's forc'd to try. Hard fate of Princes, that to prop their State Opprest and sinking, heap on greater weight! The Saxon Princes with his prayer comply'd, Britannia was too fair, to be deny'd. As Friends they landed on our naked Coasts, And still pour'd on their fresh, unnumber'd Hosts. They chas'd indeed the barb'rous Picts away, But seiz'd, themselves, the Kingdom as their Prey. What Briton s by their sad Deliverance won, Was by a stronger Foe, to be undone.

Th' insatiate Leeches do for ever crave, And for their Service, ask us, all we have. What we prepare, the ravenous Harpys eat, And from our frighted Children tear their Meat. To seek redress, and of our wrongs complain, Was but to add Derision to our Pain. Betray'd and ruin'd by a treacherous Friend, We saw the Error, that we could not mend. We curst our Folly, but we curst too late, And all that our mistake should imitate. But still they keep, what, by their Arms, is won, Great Monarchs conquer for themselves alone.

In vain we strove to break the servile Yoke, Our impotent Attempts new Wrongs provoke. Who thus began; you see what Tides of wo, What angry Seas o'er all your Country flow. Thro' all our Towns our Foes triumphant ride, Wearing their awful Title by their side. Humbly invok'd, Heav'n will perhaps relent, And of its fierce, accustom'd wrath repent.

Resolv'd to make the vanquish'd Saxons fly, Or in the just and brave Attempt to dy. The Briton s rave, resolving her defence, And vow her Rescue at their Blood's expence. In Albion this fair Emp'res still obey'd, An uncontested Scepter ever sway'd. Such love to Liberty the Briton s show, Such were her Charms, and may they still be so. Mean time the Cautious Saxon was alarm'd, And to dispel the gathering Tempest, arm'd. Hengist that did the first our Land invade, And brought to Albion his destructive Aid.

We with their hasty March alarm'd, prepare To guard our Camp, and wait th' approaching War. Our Parties now in rude Rencounters, try'd Their Courage, still th' advantage on our side. Encampt we lay on advantageous Ground, With strong Entrenchments, and high Works around. Octa here makes his warlike columns halt, Detaching Horsa to begin th' Assault. Fresh Bodies still pour'd on, their loss supply, But still Repuls'd, they from our Trenches fly. Enrag'd, about our Lines King Octa flew. To find where best he might th' Assault renew: To see what place lay most expos'd, and where Our Troops did on the Works but thin appear.

He licks his rabid Jaws, and seems possest Already of his Prey, and bloody Feast. He offers oft to enter, while the Lambs Affrighted, tremble round their bleating Dams. What Ruin , what slain Heaps deform the ground? Who still to Posts of greatest danger flew, And with unerring Arms their Squadrons slew. For where we saw his shining Arms appear, Our Men reviv'd, and straight forgot to fear; Observing his disorder'd Troops retir'd, His boiling Soul distracting Passion fir'd.

Then what vast Havock did the Sword employ? What Troops did Uter 's single Hand destroy? Yet wise and manly, far beyond his Age, His early Deeds the Hero did presage. He ne'er before had brac'd the Helmet on, Nor in the Field in polish'd Armour shone. No more his Thoughts his rural Sports pursue, Tyrants and savage Men he'll now subdue.

At last amidst the Foe advanc'd too far, Alone he long sustain'd th' unequal War. Here Vortipor advancing did attack Their plying Troops, and forc'd the Saxon back. But, oh, how soon was this serener Day By Clouds, and rising Tempests chas'd away? How short a space could we our Conquest boast, How soon were all our Hopes of Freedom lost? Unhappy Prince, that still his Foes believ'd, Only by Ruin to be undeceiv'd!

To Friends ingrate, his Foes he entertain'd, Thus lost the one, but not the other gain'd. Wisely undone, he knew his Friends too late, By his own Prudence manag'd to his Fate. His firm and loyal Friends, though hardly us'd, Look'd on enrag'd, to see their Prince abus'd. To him and us this Weakness fatal prov'd, That Men suspected were imploy'd and lov'd. Who labour'd after Octa 's late Retreat, To more than balance his, with our Defeat. So fair a Season offer'd, not delay'd, But straightway march'd our Army to invade. Carvil mean time his Creatures had prepar'd, To yield the Posts, their Duty was to guard.

They first the brave Dunwallo resting found, His Cuirass , Helm , and Javelin lying round, And with their Spears transfixt him on the ground.

His generous Soul flew upwards with Disdain, To be massacred, not in Battle slain. Morisso next with clattering Swords alarm'd Wak'd with the Noise, but naked and unarm'd His Side pierc'd thro' by Horsa 's Javelin, fell Enrag'd he should his Life, so cheaply sell. Who soon, awaken'd with the Clamour, rose, And form'd his Troops th' Invaders to oppose.

Long their unequal Force he did repel, Till, pierc'd by Cerdick 's fatal Spear, he fell. We prest him our remaining Hopes to spare, And not of Albion 's Fortune to despair. He does at last to our entreaties yield, And with Reluctant Steps forsakes the Field. Then taking leave, we straight direct our way Unto the Camp, where Odar's Forces lay. Tho' spoil'd by prosp'rous Robbers, still they find, The large Possessions of a peaceful Mind.

Content alone can all their wrongs redress, Content , that other name for Happiness. Free from Desire, they are as free from want, And from the Cares, that envied Greatness haunt. Pois'd on their own unshaken Base they view, All the Vicissitudes, that Time can shew. They, like tall Mountains, are advanc'd so high, That the low Clouds do all beneath them fly.

These Men that suit their Wishes to their State, And, pleas'd still with themselves, enjoy their Fate: They rather choose to tame their Thirst, than have All the Supplies their Feaverish Drought can crave. Desires for Freedom first make humble Suit, And modestly demand th' unlawful Fruit. But when set loose, they know not where to stay, But lawless thro' the World's Dominions stray. So subterranean Vapours , that contain'd In some close Cavern , are with Ease restrain'd, When once releas'd, ungovernable grow, And prove fierce Storms, which no Resistance know.

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