"We find already what those omens mean, Earth ne'er more glad nor Heaven more serene. Cease now our griefs, calm peace succeeds a war, Rainbows to storms, Richard to Oliver." The lines best worth remembering in the poem are the following:-- "I saw him dead: a leaden slumber lies, And mortal sleep over those wakeful eyes; Those gentle rays under the lids were fled, Which through his looks that piercing sweetness shed; That port, which so majestic was and strong, Loose, and deprived of vigour, stretched along; All withered, all discoloured, pale and wan, How much another thing, no more that man! O, human glory vain! O, Death! O, wings! O, worthless world! O, transitory things! Yet dwelt that greatness in his shape decayed, That still though dead, greater than Death he laid, And in his altered face you something feign That threatens Death, he yet will live again." FOOTNOTES: [49:1] In 1659 Clarendon, then Sir Edward Hyde, and in Brussels, writing to Sir Richard Fanshaw, says, "You are the secretary of the Latin tongue and I will mend the warrant you sent, and have it despatched as soon as I hear again from you, but I must tell you the place in itself, if it be not dignified by the person who hath some other qualification, is not to be valued. There is no signet belongs to it, which can be only kept by a Secretary of State, from whom the Latin Secretary always receives orders and prepares no despatches without his direction, and hath only a fee of a hundred pound a year. And therefore, except it hath been in the hands of a person who hath had some other employment, it hath fallen to the fortune of inconsiderable men as Weckerlin was the last" (_Hist. MSS. Com._, _Heathcote Papers_, 1899, p. 9). [51:1] _The Rehearsal Transprosed_.--Grosart, iii. 126. [55:1] Even Mr. Firth can tell me nothing about this Ward of Cromwell's. [56:1] For reprints of these tracts, see _Social England Illustrated_, Constable and Co., 1903. [57:1] "England's Way to Win Wealth." See _Social England Illustrated_, p. 253. [57:2] _Ibid._ p. 265. [58:1] Dr. Dee's "Petty Navy Royal." _Social England Illustrated_, p. 46. [58:2] "England's Way to Win Wealth." _Social England Illustrated_, p. 268. [59:1] Ranke's _History of England during the Seventeenth Century_, vol. iii. p. 68. [61:1] See Leigh Hunt's _Wit and Humour_ (1846), pp. 38, 237. [62:1] Butler's lines, _A Description of Holland_, are very like Marvell's:-- "A Country that draws fifty foot of water In which men live as in a hold of nature. ... ... They dwell in ships, like swarms of rats, and prey Upon the goods all nations' fleets convey; ... ... That feed like cannibals on other fishes, And serve their cousin-germans up in dishes: A land that rides at anchor and is moor'd, In which they do not live but go aboard."