This happy day peace to our island sent, As now he gives it to the Continent. 10 A prince more fit for such a glorious task, Than England's king, from Heaven we cannot ask; He, great and good! proportion'd to the work, Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk. Such kings, like stars with influence unconfined, Shine with aspect propitious to mankind; Favour the innocent, repress the bold, And, while they flourish, make an age of gold. Bred in the camp, famed for his valour, young; At sea successful, vigorous, and strong; 20 His fleet, his array, and his mighty mind, Esteem and rev'rence through the world do find. A prince with such advantages as these, Where he persuades not, may command a peace. Britain declaring for the juster side, The most ambitious will forget their pride; They that complain will their endeavours cease, Advised by him, inclined to present peace, Join to the Turk's destruction, and then bring All their pretences to so just a king. 30 If the successful troublers of mankind, With laurel crown'd, so great applause do find, Shall the vex'd world less honour yield to those That stop their progress, and their rage oppose? Next to that power which does the ocean awe, Is to set bounds, and give ambition law. The British monarch shall the glory have, That famous Greece remains no longer slave; That source of art and cultivated thought! Which they to Rome, and Romans hither brought. 40 The banish'd Muses shall no longer mourn, But may with liberty to Greece return; Though slaves (like birds that sing not in a cage), They lost their genius, and poetic rage; Homers again, and Pindars, may be found, And his great actions with their numbers crown'd. The Turk's vast empire does united stand; Christians, divided under the command Of jarring princes, would be soon undone, Did not this hero make their int'rest one; 50 Peace to embrace, ruin the common foe, Exalt the Cross, and lay the Crescent low. Thus may the Gospel to the rising sun Be spread, and flourish where it first began; And this great day, (so justly honour'd here!) Known to the East, and celebrated there. Hæc ego longævus cecini tibi, maxime regum! Ausus et ipse manu juvenum tentare laborem.--VIRG. EPISTLES. TO THE KING, ON HIS NAVY.