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TO KING JAMES II.

Upon his Accesfion to the Throne, 1684-5.
S victors lose the trouble they sustain

in greater trophies which the triumphs gain ;
And martyrs, when the joyful <rown is given,
Forget the pain by which they purchas'd heaven :
So when the Phenix of our empire dy'd,
And with a greater heir the empty throne supply'd ;
Your glory dilipates our mournful dew,
And turns our grief for Charles to joy for you.
Mysterious fate, whole one decree could prove
The high extreme of cruelty and love !

May then no flight of a blafpheming Muse,
Those wise resolves of Providence accuse,
Which eas'd our Atlas of his glorious weight,
Since stronger Hercules supports the state.
England no more shall pensive thoughts employ
On him the 'as loit; but him the has, enjoy.
So Ariadne, when her lover fed,
And Bacchus honour'd the deserted bed,
Ceas'd with her tears to raise the swelling flood,
Forgot her Theseus, and embrac'd the god.

Confusedly crowd on the fophs and the doctors,
The hangman, the townsmen, their wives, and the

proctors.
While the troops from each part of the countries in ale
Come to quaff his confusion in bumpers of stale ;
But Rosalin, never unkind to a Duke,
Does by her absence their folly rebuke,
The tender creature could not see his fate,
With whom the 'ad danc'd a minuet o la e.
The heads, who never could hope for such frames,
Out of envy condemn'd fixfcore pounds to the flanes,
Then his air was too proud, and hi, fe viures amiss,
As if being a traitor had alrer'd his phiz :
So the rabble of Rome, whose favour ne'er settles,
Melt down their Sejanus to pots and brass kettles,

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TO CHARLES MONTAGUE, ESQ.

AFTERWARDS EARL OF HALIFAX.

On his Majesly's Voyage to Holland,

SIR,

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On the UNIVERSITY of CAMBRIDGE's burning

INCE you oft invite me to renew

An Art I've either loft, or never knew, who was formerly their Chancellor In Answer Pleas'd my past follies kindly to commend, to this Question,

And fondly lose the critick in the friend ;

Though my warm youth untimely be decay'd,
" Turba Remix fequitur fortunam, ut semper, & odit From grave to dull intensibly betray'd,
* Damnatus

I'll contradict the humour of the times,
Inclind to business, and averse to rhymes,

And, to obey the man I love, in spite
Both from your rabble and your doctors too,

Of the world's genius and my own, I'll write.
Viih what applause you once receiv'd his grace,
And begg'd a copy of his godlike face ;

But think not that I vainly do aspire
But when the fage Vice Chancellor was sure

To rival what I only would admire, The original in limbo lay secure,

The heat and beauty of your manly thought, As greaty as himself he sends a lictor

And force like that with which your hero fought; To vent his loyal malice on the picture.

Like Samson's riddle is that powerful song, The be adle's wife endeavours all the can

Sweet as the honey, as the lion strong ; To save the image of the tall young man,

The colours there fo artfully are laid, Which she so oft when pregnant did embrace,

They fear no lustre, and they want no shade ; That with strong thoughts,she might improve her race;

But shall of writing a just model give, But all in vain, since the wise house conspire

While Boyne shall flow, and Willian's glory live. To damn the canvas traitor to the fire,

Yet since his every act may well infuse Left it, like bones of Scanderbeg, incite

Some happy rapture in the humbles Mure, Scythe-men next harvest to renew the fight.

Though mine despairs to reach the wondrous height, Then in comes inayo: Eagle, and does gravely alledge, The King's the theme, and I've a subject's right.

She prunes her pinions, eager of the flight ;
He 'll subscribe, if he can, for a bundle ot' Sedge;
But the man of Clure-hall that proffer refuses,

When William's deeds, and rescued Europe's joys Snigs, he'll be beholden to none but the Muses;

Do every tongue and every pen employ,
And orders ten porters to bring the dull reums

'Tis to think treason sure, to thew no zeal,
On the death of good Charles, and crowning of James ; And not to write, is almost to rebel.
And swears he will borrow of the Provoft more stuff Let Albion then forgive her meanest son,
On the marriage of Annef that be n't enough. Who would continue what ter best begun;
The heads, let he get all ine profit chimicif, Who, leaving conquests and the pomp of war,
Too greedy of honour, too lavish of pelf,

Would fing the picus King's divided care ;
This motion deny, and vote that lite Tillct

How eagerly he few, when Europe's fare
Should gather from each noble Doctor a billet. Did for the feed of future actions wait;
The kindness was common, and so they'd return it, And how two nations did with transport boast,
The gift was to all, all therefore would burn it : Which was belov'd, and lov'd the victor mott:

Thus joining their stocks for a bonfire toge: her, How joyful Belgia gratefully prepar'd
As they club for a cheese in the parish of Chedder; Trophies and vows for her returning lond;
VOL. II.

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How the fair isle with rival paffion ftrove,

When Neptune, owning whom those feas bet How by her sorrow she express'd her love,

Nodded, and bade the chear fol Tritons play. When he withdrew from what his art had freed, Each chose a different subjea for their lays, And how the bless’d his way, yet figh’d, and said : But Orange was the burden of their praik : Is it decreed my hero ne'er shall rest,

Some in their strains up to the fountain ras,

From whence this stream of virtue forft begas : Ne'er be of me, and I of him poffefs'd ?

Others chofe beroes of a later date, Scarce had I met his virtue with my throne,

And sung the founder of the neighbouring ite; By right, by merit, and by arms his own,

How daringly he tyranny withstood, But Ireland's freedom, and the war's alarms,

And seald his country's freedom with his blood; Callid him from me and his Maria's charms.

Then to the two illustrious brethren came, O generous prince, too prodigally kind!

The glorious rivals of their father's fame; Can the diffufive goodness of your mind

And to the I youth, whose pregnant hopes oatBe in no bounds, but of the world confioid? Should finking mtions fummon you away,

The steps of time, and early thew'd the mas; Maria's love might justify your stay.

For whose alliance monarchs did contend,

And gave a daughter to secure a friend.
Imperfectly the many vows are paid,
Which for your safety to the Gods were made,

But as by Nature's faw the Phænix dies,

That from its urn a nobler bird may rise,
While on the Boyne they labour'd to out-do
Your zeal for Albion by their care for you ;

So fate ordaind the parent foon should set,

To make the glories of his heir complext.
When, too impatient of a glorious eafe,
You tempt new dangers on the winter seas.

At William's name each fill'd his rocal hell, The Belgic state has rested long secure

And on the happy found rejoic'd to dwell : Within the circle of thy guardian power ;

Some sung his birth, and how discerning fate Reard by thy care, that noble lion, grown

Sav'd infant virtue against powerful hate ; Mature in strength, can range the woods alone ; Of poisonous snakes by young Alcides quellid, When to my arms they did the Prince resign, And palms that spread the more, the more with bell. I bless'd the change, and thought him wholly mine; Some sung Seneffe, and early wonders done Conceiv'd long hopes I jointly should obey

By the bold youth, himself a war alone ; His stronger, and Maria's gentle sway;

And how his firmer courage did oppose
He fierce as thunder, she as lightning bright; His country's foreign and intestine foes ;
One my defence, and t?

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my delight :

The lion he, who held their arrows clofe.
Yet go-where honour calls the hero, go :

Others sung Perseus, and the injur'd maid,
Nor let your eyes behold how mine do flow;

Redeem'd by the wing'd warrior's timely aid;
Go meet your country's joy, your virtue's due ; Or in mysterious numbers did unfold
Receive their triumphs, and prepare for new; Sad modern truths wrapt up in tales of old ;
Enlarge my empire, and let France afford

How Saturn, Auih'd with arbitrary power,
The next large harvest to thy prosperous sword : Design'd his lawful issue to devour;
Again in Crecy let my arms be rear'd,

But Jove, referv'd for better fate, with tood
And o'er the continent Britannia fear'd :

The black contrivance of the doating god ; While under Mary's tutelary care,

With arms he came, his guilty father fied, Far from the danger, or the noise of war,

'Twas Italy secur'd his frighted head, In honourable pleasure I posless

And by his Aight resign'd his empty throne
The spoils of conquest, and the charms of peace. And triple empire to his worthier son.
As the great lamp by which the globe is bless’d,
Constant in toil, and ignorant of reít,

Then in one note their artful force they join, Through different regions does his course pursue,

Eager to reach the victor and the Boyne ; And leaves one world but to revive a new;

How on the wondering bank the hero ftood, While, by a pleasing change, the Queen of Night Lavishly bold and desperately good : Relieves his lustre with a milder light :

Till fate, designing to convince the brave
So when your beams do distant nations chear, That they can dare no more than Heaven can fare,
The partner of your crown shall mount the 1phere, Let death approach, and yet withheld the sting,
Able alone my empire to sustain,

Wounded the man, distinguishing the King.
And carry on the glories of thy reign-
But why has fate maliciously decreed,

They had enlarg’d, but found the train too fracz, That greatest bleflings must by tums succeed?

And in foft notes allay'd the bolder song :

Flow, gentle Boyne, they cry'd, and round thy bed Here the relented, and would urge his stay For ever may victorious wreaths be spread; By all that fondness and that grief could say ; No more may travellers defire to krow But foon did her presaging thoughts employ

Where Simois and Granicus did Aow; On scenes of triumphs and returning joy.

Nor Rubicon, a poor forgo" en ítream,
Thus, like the tide, while her unconstant breast Be or the foldier's rant, or poet's theme:
Was swell'd with rapture, by deipair depressid, All waters thall unite their farae in thee,
Fate call'd; the hero must his way pursue,

Lost in thy waves, as ihose are in the sea.
And her cries lefsen'd as the shore withdrew.
The winds were filent, and the gentle main

* William.

+ Maurice and Henry, Bore an auspicious omen of his reign ;

| William.

TLS

Ś James II.

Of majesty profan'd--so acted too
The generous Cæsar, when the Roman knew
A coward King had treacherously llain,
** Whom scarce he foil'd on the Pharsalian plain ;
The doom of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd,
And the base author of the crime dethron'd.
Such were the virtuous maxims of the great,
Free from the servile arts of barbarous hate :
They knew no foc but in the open field,
And to their cause and to the gods appeal'd.
So William acts and if his rivals dare
Difpute his reign by arms, he 'll meet them there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale,
And lets the good, che just, and brave, prevail.

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They breath'd afresh, unwilling to give o'er, ind begg'd thick mists long to conceal the shore : mooth was the liquid plain ; the deeping wind, Lore to the sea, than to it's master kind, Jetain'd a treasure, which we value more 'han all the deep e'er hid, or waters bore. ut he, with a superior genius born, 'reats chance with infolence, and death with scorn : Darkness and ice in vain obftruet his way, lolland is near, and nature must obey ; harg‘d with our hopes the boat securely rode, or Cæfar and his fortune were the load.

With eager transport Belgia met her son, 'et trembling for the danger he had run; ill, certain of her joy, the bow'd her head, onfeft her Lord, bless'd his return, and said :

If paffion by long absence does improve, ind makes that rapiure, which before was love ; "hink on my old, my intermitted bliss, und by my former pleasure measure this: for by these feeble piliars which I raise, Inequal to sustain the hero's praise ; Coo faint the colours, and too mean the art, o represent your glories, or my heart : Chefe humble emblems are design’d to show, ist how we would reward, but what we owe. lere from your childhood take a short review, low Holland's happiness advanc'd with you ; low her fout vessel did in triumph ride, 17d mock'd ber storms, while Orange was her guide. What fince has been our fate-I need not say, U fuiting with the blessings of the day, Dur better fortune with our Prince was gone, Conquest was only there where he led on. ike the Palladium, wherefoe'er you go, You turn all death and danger on the foe. -n you we but too sadly understood

How angels have their spheres of doing good ; else the same soul which did our troops poffess, And crown'd their daring courage with success, Had taught our fleet to triumph o'er the main, And Fleurus had been still a guiltless plain. Vhat pity 'tis, ye Gods ! an arm and mind Like yours frould be to time and place confind ! But thy return shall fix our kinder fate, For thee our councils, thce our armies wait; Discording Princes shall with thee combine, Red center all their interests in thine ; Proud of thy friendship, fall forego their sway, As Rome her great Di&tator did obey ; And all united make a Gordian knot, Which seither craft fhall loose, nor force thail cut.

TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE.' Upon the Death of his Son before Luxemburgk.

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Ye envious powers, that we thould only see
This copy of your own divinity?
Or thought ye it surpalling human ftate,
To have a blessing lasting as 'twas great!
Your cruel ikill you better ne'er had thown,
Since you fo foon defign'd him all your own.
Such fostering favours to the damn’d are given,
When, to increase their hell, you show them heaven.
Was it too godlike, he should long inherit
At once his father's and his uncle's fpirit ?
Yet as much beauty, and as calm a breaft,
As the mild dame whose teeming womb be bleit.
H' had all the favours Providence could give,
Except its own prerogative to live;
Reserv’d in pleasures, and in dangers bold,
Youthful in action, and in prudence old:
His humble greatness, and submissive state,
Made his life full of wonder, as his fate;
One, who, to all the heights of learning bred,
Read books and men, and practis'd what he read.
Round the wide globe scarce did the busy sun
With greater haste and greater lustre run.
True gulantry and grandeur he descry'd,
From the French fopperies, and German pride.
And like the industrious bee, where'er he few,
Gather'd the sweets which on sweet blossoms grew.
Babel's confused speeches on his tongue,
With a sweet harmony and concord hung.
More countries than for Homer did contest
Do strive who moft were by his presence blest.
Nor did his wisdom damp his martial fire,
Minerva both her portions did inspire,
Use of the warlike bow and peaceful lyre.
So Cæsar doubly triumph'd when he wrote,
Showing like wit, as valour when he fought.

If God, as Plato taught, example takes
From his own works, and souls by patterns makes,
Much of himself in him he did unfold,
And cast them in his darling Sydney's mold,
Of too refind a substance to be old.
Poth did alike disdain an hero's rage
Should come like an inheritance by age.

§ Ptolemy.

** Pompey.

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Ambitiously did both conspire to twist

It might debar the subject of access, Bays with the ivy, with their temples kist :

And make her mercies and our comforts lefs. Scoring to wait the now advance of time,

So Gods, of old, descending from their sphere Both fe!! like early blossoms in their prime,

To visit men, like mortals did appear: By blind events, and Providence's crime.

Left their too awful presence should affright Yet both, like Codrus, o'er their yielding foc, Those whom they meant to bless, and to delight. Obtain'd the conqueft, in their overthrow;

Thus to the noon of her high glory run, And longer life do purchase by their death,

From her bright orb, diffusive like the sun, In fame completing what they want in breath.

She did her healing influence display, Oh' had kind fr e stretch'd the contracted span,

And cherish'd all our nether world, that lay To the full glories of a perfect man;

Within the circle of her radiant day; Ani, as he grew, could every rolling year

Reliev'd not only those who bounty fonght, A new addition to our wonder bear,

But gave unask'd, and as she gave forgot ; H' bid paid to his illustrious line that stock

Found modest Want in her obscure retreat, Of ancient honor, which from thence he took.

And courted timorous virtue to be great. But oh!

The Church, which William (ay'd, was Mary's cza, So balty fruits, and too ambitious Powers,

Taught by her life, and guarded by her pray's; Scorning the midwifery of ripening showers,

What her devotions were, ye cherubs, tell, In spite of frosts, spring from th' unwilling earth,

Who ever round the seat of mercy dwell; But find a nip untimely as their birth:

For here she would not have her goodness knows, ? Abortive issues so delude the womb,

But you beheld how the addressid the throne, And scarce have being, cre they want a tomb. And wonder'd at a zeal fo like your own. Forgive, my Lord, the Muse that does aspire

Since she was form'd, and lov'd, and pray'd like you, With a new breath to fan your raging fire;

She should, alas! have been immortal too. Who each officious and unkilful found

A mind fo good, in beauteous strength array'd, Can with freih torture but enlarge the wound. Aflur'd our hopes she might be long obey'd, Could I, with David, curse the guilty plain, And we, with heighten'd reverence, might bzve les Where one more lov'd than Jonathan was Dain; The hoary grandeur of an aged Queen, Or could I Aights high as his merits raise,

Who might, with William, jointiy govern here, Clear as his virtue, deathless as his praise ;

As that bright pair which rules the heavenly sphet. None who, though laurels crown'd their aged head,

Grace and mild mercy best in her were bows, Admir'd him living, and ador'd him dead,

In him the mugher virtues of the throne; With more devotion should enroll his name

Of Justice the at home the balance beld; In the long-consecrated lift of fame.

Abroad, Oppression by his sword was quell'd; But, fince my artless and unhallow'd strain

The generous lion, and the pexeful dove, Will the high worth, it should commend, profane ; The God of battle, and the Queen of love, Since I despair my humble verse should prove Did in their happy nuptials well agree; Great as your loss, or tender as your love;

Like Mars, he led our armies out; and she My heart with lighings, and with tears mine eye, With smiles presided o'er her native sea. Shall the defect of written grief supply.

Such too their meetings, when our Monarch caza
With laurels loaden, and immortal fame:

As when the God on Hæmus quits his arms,
Α Ρ Ο Ε Μ,

Softening his toils in Cytherer's charms;

Then with what joy did the the victor mect, Dedica:ed to the Blessed Memory of her late Gracious And lay the reins of empire at his feet ! Majesty Queen Mary.

With the same temper as the * Latian hind

Was made Dictator, conquer'd, and refiga'd;
NCE more, my Muse,we must an altar raise; So Pallas from the dusty field withdrew,
May it prove lasting, as Maria's praise ;

And, when imperial Jove appear'd in view,
And, the song ended, be the swan's thy doom,

Resum'd het female arts, the spindle and the cie; Reft ever filent, as Maria's tomb.

Forgot the sceptre she so well had sway'd, But whence fall we begin? or whither steer? And, with that mildness she had rul'd, obey'd; Her virtues like a perfect round appear,

Pleas'd with the change, and unconcer'd as fore, Where judgment lies in admiration loft,

When in disguise he leaves his power above, Not knowing which it should diftinguish moft.

And drowns all other attributes in love. Some angel, from your own, describe her frame, Such, mighty Sir, if yet the sacred ea For sure your godlike beings are the same:

Of Majesty in grief vouchsafe to hear, All that was charming in the fairer kind,

Was the lov'd consort of thy crown and bed, With manly sense and resolution join'd;

Our joy while living, our despair now dead. A mien compos'd of mildness and of state,

Yet though with Mary one supporter fall, Not by constraint or affectation great;

Thy virtue can alone fuftain the ball. But forni'd by nature for supreme command,

Of Sibyl's books, that volume which remain'd, Like Eve just moulded by the Maker's hand;

The perfect value of the whole retain 1.
Yet such her meekness, as half-veil'd the throne,
Left, being in too great a lufre shown,

* Lucius Quintius.

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When in the fiery car Elijah filed,

The miser spies a thief, or a new hoard, His spirit doubled on his partner's head;

The cit 's a knight, the sycophant a lord. So will thy people's love, now Mary 's gone,

Thus fancy 's in the wild distraction loft, Unite both streams, and flow on thee alone,

With what we most abhor, or covet moft. The grateful fenate with one voice combine

But of all paffions that our dreams control, To breathe their forrows, and to comfort thine, Love prints the deepest image in the foul; By bringing to thy view how Europe's fate

For vigorous fancy and warm blood dispense Does on thy counsels and thy courage wait:

Pleasures so lively that they rival sense. But, when the vaftness of thy grief they see,

Such are the transports of a willing maid, They own 'tis juft, and melt in tears with thee. Not yet by time and place to act betray'd, Blush not, great soul, thus to reveal thy woe;

Whom spies or some faint virtue forc'd to fly Sighs will have vent, and eyes too full o'erflow;

That scene of joy, which yet the dies to try. Shed by degrees, they pass unfelt away;

Till fancy bawds, and, by mysterious charms, But raise a storm and deluge where they stay.

Brings the dear object to her longing arms;

Unguarded then she melts, acts fierce delight, The bravest heroes have the softest mind,

And curses the returns of envious light. Their nature's, like the Gods, to love inclin'd. In such blest dreams Byblis enjoys a flame, Homer, who human paffions nicely knew,

Which waking she detests, and dares not name. When his illustrious Grecian chief he drew,

Ixion gives a loose to his wild love, Left likewise in his soul one mortal part,

And in his airy visions cuckolds Jove.
Whence love and anguish too might reach his heart; Honors and state before this phantom fall;
For a loft mistress, in despair he sate,

For seep, like death its image, cquals all.
And let declining Troy still struggle with her fate :
But when the partner of his cares lay dead,
Like a rous'd lion from his tent he fled,
Whole hecatombs of trembling Trojans new,

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And mangled Hector at his chariot drew.

Imitated from the French of Mons. Maynard,' to. Still greater is thy loss, be such thy rage, As conquer'd Gallia only may asfw.ge.

Cardinal Ricblieu. She who on earth secur'd thee by her prayer,

I. Return'dto heaven, shall prove thy guardian angelthere,

money and my And, hovering round thee with her heavenly shield, Unseen protect thee in the doubtful field.

The sports and smiles did round her fly,
Go then, by different paths to glory go,

Enamour'd with her smart concetti.
The church's both estates with Mary show;
And while above the triumphs, fight below.-

II.
- Tis done-our Monarch to the camp returns,
The Gallic armies fly-their navy burns,

Now (who'd have thought it once?) with pain And earth and seas all bow at his command,

She ftrings her harp, whilst freezing age And Europe owns her peace from his victorious hand. But feebly runs through every vein,

And chills my brisk poetic rage,

W "My mure was reckond wondrous pretty ;

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