On the Death of the Illustrious GEORGE Duke of ALBEMARLE.
SO stoops our great Alcides, MONCK, whose brow
Would ne'r learn what Submission meant till now:
Whose wisest Conduct, and whose watchful Care,
Still spake him Great in th' bold Intrigues of War:
Whose mighty Prowests Trophies could afford
For Victories still breathing from his Sword:
Whose fiercer Arm bred Terrour where it fought,
And every Limb he wore was Castriot.
Thrice greater yet, since GEORGE could overcome,
And fix a Peace from Civil Wars at home;
A nobler way, and less expensive too,
Then ere wise Homer made his Heroes do:
First Britains greatest Tyranny withstood,
Then taught the way to Conquest without Bloud;
Reviv'd a dying Scepter, sav'd a Crown,
Call'd back Great CHARLES, and fixt him in his own.
And when Heavens Agent's strangest work was done,
(By that Almighty Providence begun)
Sate down and kiss'd Reward with humble sense,
Showr'd on his head with Royal Influence;
Where his wise Counsel shew'd, his Head could fare
As well in Peace, as once his Arms in War.
At last, (with Worth still fraught) took leave, and so,
Dy'd Gracious with his King and Country too;
Where now he's grown Immortal, and with us
Greater, then ere St. George of Cappadoce.
Athens could never boast of things like these.
Though she too had her Great Themistocles.
Rome's Founder was with's Brothers bloud asperst,
VVhich made their Godds give out he was accurst,
Though the blinde common people now thought most
Their King was Godd, when Romulus was lost.
Their Good Camillus's Triumph was too high,
And Coriolanus dy'd unhandsomely.
'Twas onely GEORGE all Wonder could put on,
'Twas onely GEORGE could grasp Perfection.
Ungrateful then, if we no Tears allow
To him that gave us Peace and Freedom too:
Let all with Sable Colours in our Isle
Fall down, and spend a sigh at's Funeral-pile.
May his Great Story last, may GEORGE's Name
Live long, and flourish by the mouth of Fame.
M. D.
London, Printed for Sa: Heyrick at Grays-Inne-gate, Holborn.