But your full majesty at once breaks forth
In the meridian of your reign.  Your worth,
Your youth, and all the splendour of your state,
(Wrapp’d up, till now, in clouds of adverse fate!)
With such a flood of light invade our eyes,
And our spread hearts with so great joy surprise, 10
That if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, sir! too hastily forgive. 
Our guilt preserves us from th’excess of joy,
Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy. 
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land,
Like fainting Esther, does before you stand,
Watching your sceptre.  The revolted sea
Trembles to think she did your foes obey.

Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late,
In a wild rage, became the scorn and hate 20
Of her proud neighbours, who began to think
She, with the weight of her own force, would sink. 
But you are come, and all their hopes are vain;
This giant isle has got her eye again. 
Now she might spare the ocean, and oppose
Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes. 
Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
Dangers abroad; and now your thunder shall. 
Princes that saw you, diff’rent passions prove,
For now they dread the object of their love; 30
Nor without envy can behold his height,
Whose conversation was their late delight. 
So Semele, contented with the rape
Of Jove disguised in a mortal shape,
When she beheld his hands with lightning fill’d,
And his bright rays, was with amazement kill’d.

And though it be our sorrow, and our crime,
To have accepted life so long a time
Without you here, yet does this absence gain
No small advantage to your present reign; 40
For, having view’d the persons and the things,
The councils, state, and strength of Europe’s kings,
You know your work; ambition to restrain,
And set them bounds, as Heaven does to the main. 
We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught,
Not such as books, but such as practice, taught. 
So the lost sun, while least by us enjoy’d,
Is the whole night for our concern employ’d;
He ripens spices, fruits, and precious gums,
Which from remotest regions hither comes. 50

This seat of yours (from th’other world removed)
Had Archimedes known, he might have proved
His engine’s force, fix’d here; your power and skill
Make the world’s motion wait upon your will.

Much suffring monarch! the first English born
That has the crown of these three nations worn! 
How has your patience, with the barb’rous rage
Of your own soil, contended half an age? 
Till (your tried virtue, and your sacred word,
At last preventing your unwilling sword) 60
Armies and fleets which kept you out so long,
Own’d their great sov’reign, and redress’d