On the Lord General Fairfax at the Siege of Colchester

Fairfax , whose name in armes through Europe rings,
Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Thir Hydra heads, and the fals North displaies
Her brok'n league, to imp her serpent wings,
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand;
For what can Warrs but endless warr still breed,
Till Truth, and Right from Violence be freed,
And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand
Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed
While Avarice, and Rapine share the land.
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