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TO KING JAMES II.
Upon his Accesfion to the Throne, 1684-5.
in greater trophies which the triumphs gain ;
May then no flight of a blafpheming Muse,
Confusedly crowd on the fophs and the doctors,
AN EPIST LE
AFTERWARDS EARL OF HALIFAX.
On his Majesly's Voyage to Holland,
The URL of Mox MOU TH'S PICTURE, 1685 SA
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,
I'll contradict the humour of the times,
And, to obey the man I love, in spite
Of the world's genius and my own, I'll write.
But think not that I vainly do aspire
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 ;
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,
'Tis to think treason sure, to thew no zeal,
Would fing the picus King's divided care ;
How eagerly he few, when Europe's fare
Thus joining their stocks for a bonfire toge: her, How joyful Belgia gratefully prepar'd
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.
But as by Nature's faw the Phænix dies,
That from its urn a nobler bird may rise,
So fate ordaind the parent foon should set,
To make the glories of his heir complext.
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
The lion he, who held their arrows clofe.
Others sung Perseus, and the injur'd maid,
Redeem'd by the wing'd warrior's timely aid;
How Saturn, Auih'd with arbitrary power,
But Jove, referv'd for better fate, with tood
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
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
Wounded the man, distinguishing the King.
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,
Lost in thy waves, as ihose are in the sea.
+ Maurice and Henry, Bore an auspicious omen of his reign ;
Ś James II.
Of majesty profan'd--so acted too
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.
E's gone! and was it then by your decree,
Ye envious powers, that we thould only see
If God, as Plato taught, example takes
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
As when the God on Hæmus quits his arms,
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;
And, when imperial Jove appear'd in view,
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.
* Lucius Quintius.
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.
For seep, like death its image, cquals all.
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,
Enamour'd with her smart concetti.
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 ;