The youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd, <br />Finding his royal enemy betray'd <br />And in his chariot by vile hands opprest, <br />With noble pity and just rage posses't, <br />Wept at the fall of so sublime a state <br />And with the traitor's death reveng'd the fate <br />Of monarchy profane; so acted too <br />The generous Caesar when the Roman knew <br />A coward king had treacherously slain <br />One he scarce foil'd on the Pharsalian plain. <br />The doom of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd <br />And the base author of the crime dethron'd. <br />So virtuous was the actions of the great, <br />Far from the guilty acts of desperate hate: <br />They knew no foe, but in the open field, <br />And to their cause and to their gods appeal'd. <br /> <br />So William acts, and if his rivals dare <br />Dispute his right by arms, he'll meet them there <br />Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale <br />And lets the good, the just, the brave prevail.<br /><br />Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-king-william-s-happy-deliverance-from-the-int-2/
