XXXI.

By his command we boldly crossed the line.[26] And bravely fought where southern stars arise; We traced the far-fetched gold unto the mine, And that, which bribed our fathers, made our prize.

Such was our prince; yet owned a soul above The highest acts it could produce to show: Thus, poor mechanic arts in public move, Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go.

Nor died he when his ebbing fame went less, But when fresh laurels courted him to live: He seemed but to prevent some new success, As if above what triumphs earth could give.

His latest victories still thickest came, As near the centre motion doth increase; 'Till he, pressed down by his own weighty name, Did, like the vestal, under spoils decease.[27]

But first the ocean as a tribute sent The giant prince of all her watry herd; And the isle, when her protecting Genius went, Upon his obsequies loud sighs conferred.[28]

No civil broils have since his death arose, But faction now by habit does obey; And wars have that respect for his repose, As winds for halcyons when they breed at sea.