Your ode is spoilt; Namur is freed;
For Dixmuyd fomething yet is due :
So good count Guifcard may proceed;
But Boufflers, Sir, one word with you.→
XVI.
'Tis done. In fight of these commanders,
Who neither fight, nor raise the fiege,
The foes of France march fafe through Flanders;
Divide to Bruxelles, or to Liege.
Send, Fame, this news to Trianon,
That Boufflers may new honours gain
He the fame play by land has fhewn,
As Tourville did upon the main.
Yet is the Marshal made a peer:
O William, may thy arms advance!
That he may lose Dinant next year,
And fo be constable of France,
HE merchant, to fecure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrow'd name :
Euphelia ferves to grace my measure ;
But Cloe is my real flame.
My fofteft verfe, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay;
When Cloe noted her defire,
That I should fing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raife,
But with my numbers mix my fighs ;
And, whilft I fing Euphelia's praife,
I fix my foul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd :
I fung, and gaz'd: I play'd, and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around
Remark'd, how ill we all diffembled.
Prefented to the KING, at his Arrival in HOLLAND, after the Discovery of the CONSPIRACY, 1696.
"Serus in cœlum redeas, diúque
"Lætus interfis populo Quirini :
"Néve te noftris vitiis iniquum
YE careful angels, whom eternal Fate
Ordains, on earth and human acts to wait;
Who turn with fecret power this restless ball,
And bid predeftin'd empires rife and fall :
Your facred aid religious monarchs own;
When first they merit, then afcend the throne:
But tyrants dread you, left your juft decree
Transfer the power, and fet the people free.
See refcued Britain at your altars bow;
And hear her hymns your happy care avow:
That fill her axes and her rods fupport
'The judge's frown, and grace the awful court;
That Law with all her pompous terror stands,
To wreft the dagger from the traitor's hands;
And rigid Juftice reads the fatal word,
Poises the balance first, then draws the fword.
Britain her fafety to your guidance owns,
That the can separate parricides from fons ;
That, impious rage difarm'd, fhe lives and reigns,
Her freedom kept by him, who broke her chains.
And thou, great minifter, above the rest
Of guardian spirits, be thou for ever blest;
Thou who of old waft fent to Ifrael's court,
With fecret aid great David's ftrong fupport,
To mock the frantic rage of cruel Saul,
And ftrike the useless javelin to the wall.
Thy later care o'er William's temples held,
On Boyne's propitious banks, the heavenly shield;
When power divine did fovereign right declare ;
And cannons mark'd whom they were bid to fpare.
Still, bleffed angel, be thy care the fame !
Be William's life untouch'd, as is his fame!
Let him own thine, as Britain owns his hand :
Save thou the King, as he has fav'd the land!
We angels' forms in pious monarchs view;
We reverence William; for he acts like you;
Like you, commiffion'd to chastife and bless,
He must avenge the world, and give it peace.
Indulgent Fate our potent prayer receives ;
And ftill Britannia fmiles, and William lives.
The hero dear to earth, by heaven belov'd,
By troubles must be vex'd, by dangers prov'd:
His foes muft aid, to make his fame compleat,
And fix his throne fecure on their defeat.
So, though with fudden rage the tempest comes; Though the winds roar; and though the water foams } Imperial Britain on the fea looks down,
And fmiling fees her rebel-fubjects frown.
Striking her cliff, the ftorm confirms her power;
The waves but whiten her triumphant fhore;
In vain they would advance, in vain retreat;
Broken they dash, and perish at her feet.
For William ftill new wonders fhall be shown:
The powers, that rescued, fhall preferve the throne,
Safe on his darling Britain's joyful sea,
Behold, the monarch plows his liquid way:
His fleets in thunder through the world declare,
Whofe empire they obey, whofe arms they bear.
Blefs'd by afpiring winds, he finds the strand
Blacken'd with crouds; he fees the nation ftand,
Bleffing his fafety, proud of his command.
In various tongues he hears the captains dwell
On their great leader's praife; by turns they tell,
And liften, each with emulous glory fir'd,
How William conquer'd, and how France retir'd;
How Belgia, freed, the hero's arm confefs'd,
But trembled for the courage which she blest.
O Louis, from this great example know,
To be at once a hero and a foe:
By founding trumpets, hear, and rattling drums,
When William to the open vengeance comes :
And fee the foldier plead the monarch's right,
Heading his troops, and foremost in the fight,
Hence then, close ambush and perfidious war,
Down to your native feats of night repair.
And thou, Bellona, weep thy cruel pride
Reftrain'd, behind the victor's cha iot tied
In brazen knots and everlasting chains
(So Europe's peace, fo William's fate ordains).
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