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Of Smithfield lightened in its eyes anew.
To fpring. Strait from his country Europe fav'd,
+ The Prince of Orange in his paffage to England, though his fleet had been at first dispersed by a storm, was afterward's extremely favour'd by feveral changes of wind.
Rapin, in his history of England.The third of November the fleet entered the Channel, and lay by between Calais and Dover, to stay for the fhips that were behind. Here the Prince called a council of war. It is easy to imagine what a glorious fhow the fleet made. Five or fix hundred ships in fo narrow a channel, and both the English and French fhores coverIed with numberless fpectators, are no common fight. For my part, who was then on board the fleet, I own it struck me extremely.
* The Prince placed himself in the main body, carrying a flag with English colours, and their Highneffes' arms furrounded with this motto, THE PROTESTANT RELIGION AND THE LIBERTIES OF ENGLAND; and underneath the motto of the house of Nassau, Jɛ MAINTIENDRAI, I will maintain. RAPIN.'
Even adverse + navies blefs'd the binding gale,
Peftiferous Armies fwarin not at their call.
What tho they give not a relentless crew
+ The English fleet.
Of Civil Furies, proud Oppreffion's fangs!
Make a whole glorious people fing for joy, Bless human-kind, and thro' the downward depth Of future times to spread that better Sun Which lights up British Soul: for deeds like thefe, The dazzling fair career unbounded lyes; While (still fuperior blifs) the dark abrupt Is kindly barr'd: the precipice of ill. Oh luxury divine! Oh poor to this, Ye giddy glories of Defpotic thrones ! By this, by this indeed, is imag'd HEAVEN, By boundless Good, without the power of Ill. And now, behold! exalted as the cope That fwells immenfe o'er many-peopled earth, And like it free, My FABRIC ftands compleat, The PALACE OF THE LAWS. To the four heavens Four gates impartial thrown, unceasing crouds, 1181 With Kings themselves the hearty peasant mix'd, Pour urgent in. And tho' to different ranks Refponfive place belongs, yet equal spreads The sheltering roof o'er all; while Plenty flows, 1185 And glad Contentment echoes round the whole. Ye floods defcend! Ye winds confirming, blow! Nor outward tempeft, nor corrofive time, Nought but the felon undermining hand Of dark CORRUPTION, can its frame diffolve, 1190 And lay the toil of ages in the dust.