And half her train of stars have lost their light.
Behold another Sylvester,[297] to bless
The sacred standard, and secure success;
Large of his treasures, of a soul so great,
As fills and crowds his universal seat.
Now view at home a second Constantine;[298]
(The former too was of the British line,)
Has not his healing balm your breaches closed,
Whose exile many sought, and few opposed?[299]
O, did not heaven, by its eternal doom,