ODE IIII. Vpon the insolency of the Tumults.
TO thee I fly thou sole defence
Of my invaded innocence:
Who onely canst the stubborn Main,
And people more enrag'd restrain.
The floods, the floods, or'e-swell their bounds,
Danger my threatned soul surrounds.
Mine and my Realms iniquity,
(The tumults of our souls gainst thee)
These popular inundations cause,
That bear down Loyalty and Lawes.
But thou to Seas didst fix a shore,
And from the Deluge, Earth restore,
O quell these salvage Beasts, and me
From their tumultuous Rapines free.
In all our Councells once again,
Let peace and equall freedome raign:
That Reason, and Religion may
Our Hearts, as Men and Christians, sway.
And we thy sacred name shall blesse,
Who canst, what men design, represse.
Instruct their Leaders to repent,
Be Shame, not Death, their punishment:
Errours with Truth, Passion with Reason,
Schisms with Love, with Laws bound Treason:
That like thy City, We in one
May meet. This grant for thy dear Son.