his wrong;
When straight the people, by no force compell’d,
Nor longer from their inclination held,
Break forth at once, like powder set on fire,
And, with a noble rage, their king require. 
So th’injured sea, which from her wonted course,
To gain some acres, avarice did force,
If the new banks, neglected once, decay,
No longer will from her old channel stay; 70
Raging, the late got land she overflows,
And all that’s built upon’t to ruin goes.

Offenders now, the chiefest, do begin
To strive for grace, and expiate their sin. 
All winds blow fair, that did the world embroil;
Your vipers treacle yield, and scorpions oil.

If then such praise the Macedonian[1] got,
For having rudely cut the Gordian knot,
What glory’s due to him that could divide
Such ravell’d interests; has the knot untied, 80
And without stroke so smooth a passage made,
Where craft and malice such impeachments laid?

But while we praise you, you ascribe it all
To His high hand, which threw the untouch’d wall
Of self-demolish’d Jericho so low;
His angel ’twas that did before you go,
Tamed savage hearts, and made affections yield,
Like ears of corn when wind salutes the field.

Thus, patience-crown’d, like Job’s, your trouble ends,
Having your foes to pardon, and your friends; 90
For, though your courage were so firm a rock,
What private virtue could endure the shock? 
Like your Great Master, you the storm withstood,
And pitied those who love with frailty show’d.

Rude Indians, tort’ring all the royal race,
Him with the throne and dear-bought sceptre grace
That suffers best.  What region could be found, 97
Where your heroic head had not been crown’d?

The next experience of your mighty mind
Is, how you combat Fortune, now she’s kind. 
And this way, too, you are victorious found;
She flatters with the same success she frown’d. 
While to yourself severe, to others kind,
With pow’r unbounded, and a will confined,
Of this vast empire you possess the care,
The softer parts fall to the people’s share. 
Safety, and equal government, are things
Which subjects make as happy as their kings.

Faith, Law, and Piety, (that banished train!)
Justice and Truth, with you return again. 110
The city’s trade, and country’s easy life,
Once more shall flourish without fraud or strife. 
Your reign no less assures the ploughman’s peace,
Than the warm sun advances his increase;
And does the shepherds as securely keep
From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep.

But, above all, the Muse-inspired train
Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again! 
Kind Heaven at once has, in your person, sent
Their sacred judge, their guard, and argument. 120