(3)
(11)
First sought t'inflame the Parties, then to poise;
The qnarrel lov'd, but did the cause abhor,
And did not strike to hurt but make a noise.
(12)
VVe inward bled whilst they prolong'd our pain:
He fought to end our fighting, and assaid
To stanch the Blood by breathing of the vein.
(13)
Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue;
And made to Battels such Heroick hast
As if on wings of Victory he flew
(14)
Till by new Maps the Island might be shown,
Of Conquests which he strew'd where e're he came,
Thick as the Galaxy with Stars is sown.
(15)
Still thriv'd; no Winter could his Laurels fade;
Heav'n in his Portraict shew'd a VVorkman's hand
And drew it perfect yet without a shade.
(16)
Which VVar had banifh't, and did now restore;
Bolognia's VVall thus mounted in the Air,
To Seat themselves more surely than before.
(17)
And Treacherous Scotland to no int'rest true,