And fprinkled in the captain's face The marks of her peculiar grace To close this point, we need not roam For inftances fo far from home. What parts gay France from fober Spain? 505 Of men born fouth or north o'th' hill, Those seldom move, thefe ne'er ftand ftill. Dick, you love maps, and may perceive 510 He's the first prince in Christendom. Choose then, good Pope, at home to stay, Thy way unhappy fhould't thou take 515 From Tyber's bank to Leman lake, Thou art an aged priest no more, Here, with an artful smile, quoth Dick, Your proofs come mighty full and thick 530 The bard, on this extenfive chapter 535 Into thofe common places look, Which from great authors I have took, 540 To have my writings well protected. 545 C AN TO III. RICHARD, who now was half asleep, Rous'd, nor would longer filence keep; And fenfe like this, in vocal breath, If 'tis not fenfe, at least 'tis Greek. 5 As Seeing aright, we see our woes: Then what avails it to have eyes? We wearied fhould lie down in death, AD VIRUM DOCTISSIMUM DOMINUM SAMUELEM SHAW, CUM THESES DE ICTERO PRO GRADU DOCTORIS PHO DEFENDERET, 4 JUNII, 1692. HEBE potens fævis morbis vel lædere gentes, Afpice tu decus hoc noftrum, placidufque fatere Mitte dehinc iras, et nato carmina dona; O TRANSLATION. BY MR. COOK E. ! PHOEBUS, deity, whose powerful hand VOL. XXXII. No No more the world thy direful threats fhall fear, ON THE TAKING THE O F NAMU R. HE town which Louis bought, Nassau re-claims, And brings instead of bribes avenging flames. Now, Louis, take thy titles from above, Boileau fhall fing, and we'll believe thee Jove: Jove gain'd his mistress with alluring gold, But Jove like thee was impotent and old! Active and young did he like William stand, He 'ad ftunn'd the dame, his thunder in his hand. IN IMITATION OF HORACE, 3. OD. II. WRITTEN I. I N 1692. HOW long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie In the lethargic fleep, the fad repofe, The The spoils they brought thee back, the crowns they won: William (fo fate requires) again is arm'd Thy father to the field is gone: Again Maria weeps her abfent lord, For thy repofe content to rule alone. Are thy enervate sons not yet alarm'd? When William fights, dare they look tamely on, As nor to melt at Beauty's tears, nor follow Valour's fword? II. See the repenting ifle awakes, Her vicious chains the generous goddess breaks : Abroad fhe looks, and fees arm'd Belgia ftand Prepar'd to meet their common Lord's command; Her lions roaring by her fide, her arrows in her hand; And, blushing to have been fo long with-held, Weeps off her crime, and hastens to the field. Henceforth her youth shall be inur'd to bear Hazardous toil and active war; To march beneath the dog-star's raging heat, All day to mount the trench, to ftorm the breach; Where William and his virtue lead. |