Peace guides her Steps, as  leads the Way,
And all her little Loves around him play:
When he arriv'd,  (the first time) confess'd
Her Court eclips'd by a politer Guest;
Unwilling own'd  has her Charms,
And is as strong in Eloquence, as Arms.
When  speaks, Who would refuse to hear?
smooths his Brow, and  drops her Spear.
A thousand Graces on his Lips are hung,
And  sips her Nectar from his Tongue.
When wild Suspicions cause distracting Hate,
And Party-Clamours sway in a Debate;
Such Eloquence the Tumult over-rules,
Like falling Drops it softens, and it cools;
It calms th'enrag'd, and draws the stubborn Minds,
And to th'unwilling Breast a Passage finds;
Nervous, yet smooth, the Heart it gently steals,
Like Wine it sparkles, but like Oil it heals.
He with his Country shares one common Fate,
All  love, but who  hate.