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BOOK SECOND
65 HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND

The forward youth that would appear,
Must now forsake his Muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing
His numbers languishing.

'Tis time to leave the books in dust,
And oil th' unused armour's rust,
Removing from the wall
The corslet of the hall.

So restless Cromwell could not cease
In the inglorious arts of peace,
But through adventurous war
Urged his active star:

And like the three-fork'd lightning, first
Breaking the clouds where it was nurst,
Did through his own side
His fiery way divide:

(For 'tis all one to courage high
The emulous, or enemy;
And with such, to enclose
Is more than to oppose;)

Then burning through the air he went
And palaces and temples rent;
And Caesar's head at last
Did through his laurels blast.

'Tis madness to resist or blame
The face of angry heaven's flame;
And if we would speak true,
Much to the man is due

Who, from his private gardens, where
He lived reserved and austere
(As if his highest plot
To plant the bergamot),

Could by industrious valour climb
To ruin the great work of Time,
And cast the Kingdoms old
Into another mould;

Though justice against Fate complain,
And plead the ancient Rights in vain
But those do hold or break
As men are strong or weak.

Nature, that hateth emptiness,
Allows of penetration less,
And therefore must make room
Where greater spirits come.

What field of all the Civil War
Where his were not the deepest scar?
And Hampton shows what part
He had of wiser art;

Where, twining subtle fears with hope,
He wove a net of such a scope
That Charles himself might chase
To Carisbrook's narrow case;

That thence the Royal actor borne
The tragic scaffold might adorn:
While round the armed bands
Did clap their bloody hands;

He nothing common did or mean
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe's edge did try;

Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite,
To vindicate his helpless right;
But bow'd his comely head
Down, as upon a bed.

-This was that memorable hour
Which first assured the forced power
So when they did design
The Capitol's first line,

A Bleeding Head, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run;
And yet in that the State
Foresaw its happy fate!

And now the Irish are ashamed
To see themselves in one year tamed:
So much one man can do
That does both act and know.

They can affirm his praises best,
And have, though overcome, confest
How good he is, how just
And fit for highest trust;

Nor yet grown stiffer with command,
But still in the Republic's hand
How fit he is to sway
That can so well obey!

He to the Commons' feet presents
A Kingdom for his first year's rents,
And (what he may) forbears
His fame, to make it theirs:

And has his sword and spoils ungirt
To lay them at the Public's skirt.
So when the falcon high
Falls heavy from the sky,

She, having kill'd, no more does search
But on the next green bough to perch,
Where, when he first does lure,
The falconer has her sure.

-What may not then our Isle presume
While victory his crest does plume?
What may not others fear
If thus he crowns each year?

As Caesar he, ere long, to Gaul,
To Italy an Hannibal,
And to all states not free
Shall climacteric be.

The Pict no shelter now shall find
Within his parti-colour'd mind,
But from this valour sad,
Shrink underneath the plaid

Happy, if in the tufted brake
The English hunter him mistake,
Nor lay his hounds in near
The Caledonian deer.

But thou, the War's and Fortune's son,
March indefatigably on;
And for the last effect
Still keep the sword erect:

Besides the force it has to fright
The spirits of the shady night,
The same arts that did gain
A power, must it maintain.
A. MARVELL.

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'Tis madness to resist or blame what is face of angry heaven's flame; And if we would speak true, Much to what is man is due Who, from his private gardens, where He lived reserved and austere (As if his highest plot To plant what is bergamot), Could by industrious valour climb To ruin what is great work of Time, And cast what is Kingdoms old Into another mould; Though justice against Fate complain, And plead what is ancient Rights in vain But those do hold or break As men are strong or weak. Nature, that hateth emptiness, Allows of penetration less, And therefore must make room Where greater spirits come. What field of all what is Civil War Where his were not what is deepest scar? And Hampton shows what part He had of wiser art; Where, twining subtle fears with hope, He wove a net of such a scope That Charles himself might chase To Carisbrook's narrow case; That thence what is Royal actor borne what is tragic scaffold might adorn: While round what is armed bands Did clap their bloody hands; He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye what is axe's edge did try; Nor call'd what is Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed. -This was that memorable hour Which first assured what is forced power So when they did design what is Capitol's first line, A Bleeding Head, where they begun, Did fright what is architects to run; And yet in that what is State Foresaw its happy fate! And now what is Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamed: So much one man can do That does both act and know. They can affirm his praises best, And have, though overcome, confest How good he is, how just And fit for highest trust; Nor yet grown stiffer with command, But still in what is Republic's hand How fit he is to sway That can so well obey! He to what is Commons' feet presents A Kingdom for his first year's rents, And (what he may) forbears His fame, to make it theirs: And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at what is Public's skirt. So when what is falcon high Falls heavy from what is sky, She, having stop 'd, no more does search But on what is next green bough to perch, Where, when he first does lure, what is falconer has her sure. -What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume? What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year? 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