Which none more shuns, and none can better bear: Where could they find another formed so fit, To poise, with solid sense, a sprightly wit? Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found? Well born, and wealthy, wanting no support, You steer betwixt the country and the court; Nor gratify whate'er the great desire, Nor grudging give, what public needs require. Part must be left, a fund when foes invade, And part employed to roll the watery trade; Even Canaan's happy land, when worn with toil, Required a sabbath-year to mend the meagre soil. Good senators (and such as you) so give, That kings may be supplied, the people thrive: And he, when want requires, is truly wise, } Who slights not foreign aids, nor overbuys, } But on our native strength, in time of need, relies. } Munster was bought, we boast not the success; Who fights for gain, for greater makes his peace. Our foes, compelled by need, have peace embraced;[70] The peace both parties want, is like to last; Which if secure, securely we may trade; Or, not secure, should never have been made. Safe in ourselves, while on ourselves we stand, The sea is ours, and that defends the land. Be, then, the naval stores the nation's care, New ships to build, and battered to repair. Observe the war, in every annual course; What has been done, was done with British force: Namur subdued, is England's palm alone; The rest besieged, but we constrained the town:[71] We saw the event that followed our success; France, though pretending arms, pursued the peace, Obliged, by one sole treaty, to restore What twenty years of war had won before. Enough for Europe has our Albion fought; Let us enjoy the peace our blood has bought. When once the Persian king was put to flight, The weary Macedons refused to fight; Themselves their own mortality confessed, And left the son of Jove to quarrel for the rest. Even victors are by victories undone; } Thus Hannibal, with foreign laurels won, } To Carthage was recalled, too late to keep his own. } While sore of battle, while our wounds are green, Why should we tempt the doubtful dye again? In wars renewed, uncertain of success; Sure of a share, as umpires of the peace. A patriot both the king and country serves; Prerogative and privilege preserves: Of each our laws the certain limit show; One must not ebb, nor t'other overflow: Betwixt the prince and parliament we stand, } The barriers of the state on either hand; } May neither overflow, for then they drown the land. } When both are full, they feed our blessed abode; Like those that watered once the paradise of God. Some overpoise of sway, by turns, they share; In peace the people, and the prince in war: Consuls of moderate power in calms were made;