* <br /> <br /> <br /> 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 /> <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 /> 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 /> <br /> <br /> <br />*<br /><br />Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-king-william-s-happy-deliverance-from-the-int/
