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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Panegyric</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[To my Lord Protector, of the Present Greatness, and Joint Interest, of His Highness, and this Nation.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While with a strong and yet a gentle hand, <br>You bridle faction, and our hearts command, <br>Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, <br>Make us unite, and make us conquer too; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let partial spirits still aloud complain, <br>Think themselves injured that they cannot reign, <br>And own no liberty but where they may <br>Without control upon their fellows prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the waves as Neptune showed his face, <br>To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race, <br>So has your Highness, raised above the rest, <br>Storms of ambition, tossing us, repressed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your drooping country, torn with civil hate, <br>Restored by you, is made a glorious state; <br>The seat of empire, where the Irish come, <br>And the unwilling Scotch, to fetch their doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea's our own; and now all nations greet, <br>With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet; <br>Your power extends as far as winds can blow, <br>Or swelling sails upon the globe may go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven, (that has placed this island to give law, <br>To balance Europe, and her states to awe) <br>In this conjunction does on Britain smile; <br>The greatest leader, and the greatest isle! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whether this portion of the world were rent, <br>By the rude ocean, from the continent; <br>Or thus created; it was sure designed <br>To be the sacred refuge of mankind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither the oppressed shall henceforth resort, <br>Justice to crave, and succour, at your court; <br>And then your Highness, not for ours alone, <br>But for the world's protector shall be known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies <br>Through every land that near the ocean lies, <br>Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news <br>To all that piracy and rapine use. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With such a chief the meanest nation blessed, <br>Might hope to lift her head above the rest; <br>What may be thought impossible to do <br>For us, embraced by the sea and you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we <br>Whole forests send to reign upon the sea, <br>And every coast may trouble, or relieve; <br>But none can visit us without your leave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angels and we have this prerogative, <br>That none can at our happy seat arrive; <br>While we descend at pleasure, to invade <br>The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our little world, the image of the great, <br>Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, <br>Of her own growth has all that Nature craves; <br>And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Egypt does not on the clouds rely, <br>But to her Nile owes more than to the sky; <br>So what our earth, and what our heaven, denies, <br>Our ever constant friend, the sea, supplies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know, <br>Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow; <br>Without the worm, in Persian silks we shine; <br>And, without planting, drink of every vine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs; <br>Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims; <br>Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow; <br>We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; <br>Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds; <br>Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown, <br>Could never make this island all her own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here the Third Edward, and the Black Prince, too, <br>France-conquering Henry flourished, and now you; <br>For whom we stayed, as did the Grecian state, <br>Till Alexander came to urge their fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When for more worlds the Macedonian cried, <br>He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide <br>Another yet; a world reserved for you, <br>To make more great than that he did subdue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He safely might old troops to battle lead, <br>Against the unwarlike-Persian, and the Mede, <br>Whose hasty flight did, from the bloodless field, <br>More spoil than honour to the victor yield. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A race unconquered, by their clime made bold, <br>The Caledonians, armed with want and cold, <br>Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, <br>Been from all ages kept for you to tame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom the old Roman wall so ill confined, <br>With a new chain of garrisons you bind; <br>Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; <br>Our English iron holds them fast at home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They, that henceforth must be content to know <br>No warmer region, than their hills of snow, <br>May blame the sun, but must extol your grace, <br>Which in our senate has allowed them place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Preferred by conquest, happily o'erthrown, <br>Falling they rise, to be with us made one; <br>So kind dictators made, when they came home, <br>Their vanquished foes free citizens of Rome. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like favour find the Irish, with like fate, <br>Advanced to be a portion of our state; <br>While by your valour and your courteous mind, <br>Nations, divided by the sea, are joined. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holland, to gain your friendship, is content <br>To be our outguard on the continent; <br>She from her fellow-provinces would go, <br>Rather than hazard to have you her foe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, <br>Preventing posts, the terror and the news, <br>Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar; <br>But our conjunction makes them tremble more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your never-failing sword made war to cease; <br>And now you heal us with the arts of peace; <br>Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, <br>Invite affection, and restrain our rage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won, <br>Than in restoring such as are undone; <br>Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, <br>But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To pardon willing, and to punish loath, <br>You strike with one hand, but you heal with both; <br>Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve <br>You cannot make the dead again to live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fate, or error. had our age misled, <br>And o'er these nations such confusion spread, <br>The only cure, which could from Heaven come down, <br>Was so much power and clemency in one! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! whose extraction from an ancient line <br>Gives hope again that well-born men may shine; <br>The meanest in your nature, mild and good, <br>The noble rest secured in your blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft have we wondered how you hid in peace <br>A mind proportioned to such things as these; <br>How such a ruling spirit you could restrain, <br>And practise first over yourself to reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your private life did a just pattern give, <br>How fathers, husbands, pious sons should live; <br>Born to command, your princely virtues slept, <br>Like humble David's, while the flock he kept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when your troubled country called you forth, <br>Your flaming courage, and your matchless worth, <br>Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, <br>To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still as you rise, the state, exalted too, <br>Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you; <br>Changed like the world's great scene! when, without noise, <br>The rising sun night's vulgar light destroys. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had you, some ages past, this race of glory <br>Run, with amazement we should read your story; <br>But living virtue, all achievements past, <br>Meets envy still, to grapple with at last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age, <br>With losing him fell back to blood and rage; <br>Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke, <br>But cut the bond of union with that stroke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars <br>Gave a dim light to violence, and wars, <br>To such a tempest as now threatens all, <br>Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, <br>Which of the conquered world had made them lord, <br>What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, <br>To rule victorious armies, but by you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You! that had taught them to subdue their foes, <br>Could order teach, and their high spirits compose; <br>To every duty could their minds engage, <br>Provoke their courage, and command their rage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, <br>And angry grows, if he that first took pain <br>To tame his youth approach the haughty beast, <br>He bends to him, but frights away the rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the vexed world, to find repose, at last <br>Itself into Augustus' arms did cast; <br>So England now does, with like toil oppressed, <br>Her weary head upon your bosom rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let the Muses, with such notes as these, <br>Instruct us what belongs unto our peace; <br>Your battles they hereafter shall indite, <br>And draw the image of our Mars in fight; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell of towns stormed, or armies overrun, <br>And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won; <br>How, while you thundered, clouds of dust did choke <br>Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, <br>And every conqueror creates a muse. <br>Here, in low strains, your milder deeds we sing; <br>But there, my lord; we'll bays and olive bring </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To crown your head; while you in triumph ride <br>O'er vanquished nations, and the sea beside; <br>While all your neighbour-princes unto you, <br>Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence, and bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Waller">Edmund Waller</a><div class=q>
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You bridle faction, and our hearts command, 
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, 
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