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From hence he does that * antique Pile behold,
Where royal heads receive the facred gold:

It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep;
There made like Gods, like mortals there they fleep:
Making the circle of their reign complete,
Those funs of empire! where they rife, they fet.
When others fell, this ftanding did prefage
The crown should triumph over popular rage:
Hard by that + House where all our ills were fhap'd,
Th' aufpicious temple stood, and yet escap'd.
So, fnow on ÆT NA does unmelted lye,

Whence rowling flames, and scatter'd cinders, fly;
The diftant country in the ruin fhares,

What falls from heav'n the burning mountain fpares.
Next, that capacious Hall he fees, the room
Where the whole nation does for justice come:
Under whose large roof flourishes the gown,
And judges grave, on high tribunals, frown.
Here, like the people's paftor he does go,
His flock fubjected to his view below:
On which reflecting in his mighty mind,
No private paffion does indulgence find:
The pleasures of his youth fufpended are,
And made a facrifice to public care.
Here, free from Court-compliances, he walks:
And with himself, his best adviser, talks:
How peaceful olive may his temples shade,
For mending laws, and for restoring trade :
Or, how his brows may be with laurel charg'd,
For nations conquer'd, and our bounds inlarg'd.

*Westminster Abbey. + Westminster Hall.

+ Houfe of Commons.

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Of antient prudence here he ruminates,
Of rifing kingdoms, and of falling states:
What ruling arts gave great AUGUSTUS fame
And how ALCIDES purchas'd fuch a name.
His eyes, upon his native Palace bent
Close by, fuggeft a greater argument:
His thoughts rife higher, when he does reflect
On what the world may from that ftar expect,
Which at his birth appear'd; to let us fee,
Day, for his fake, could with the night agree:
A Prince, on whom such diff'rent lights did fmile,
Born the divided world to reconcile !

Whatever heav'n, or high extracted blood

Could promife, or foretel, he will make good:
Reform thefe nations, and improve them more,
Than this fair Park, from what it was before.

Of the Invafion and Defeat of the TURKS, In the Year 1683.

TH

HE modern NIMROD, with a fafe delight Perfuing beasts, that fave themselves by flight; Grown proud, and weary of his wonted game, Would Christians chase, and facrifice to fame. A Prince, with eunuchs, and the fofter fex, up fo long, would warlike nations vex: Provoke the GERMAN, and, neglecting heav'n, Forget the truce for which his oath was giv'n. His grand Vifier, prefuming to invest

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The chief imperial city of the west,

*St. James's.

+ Vienna.

With the first charge compell'd in hafte to rise,
His treasure, tents, and cannon, left a prize :
The standard loft, and Janizaries flain,

Render the hopes he gave his master vain.
The flying TUR K s, that bring the tidings home,
Renew the mem'ry of his father's doom:
And his guard murmurs that so often brings
Down from the throne their unsuccessful Kings.
The trembling SULTAN's forc'd to expiate
His own ill conduct by another's fate::
The Grand Vifier, a tyrant, tho' a flave,
A fair example to his master gave;

He BAS SAS' heads, to fave his own, made fly,
And now, the SULTAN to preferve, must dye.

The fatal bow-ftring was not in his thought,
When, breaking truce, he fo unjustly fought:
Made the world tremble with a num'rous hoft,
And of undoubted victory did boast.
Strangled he lies! yet feems to cry aloud,
To warn the mighty, and instruct the proud;
That of the great, neglecting to be just,
Heav'n in a moment makes an heap of duft.

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The TURKS fo low, why should the Chriftians lofe
Such an advantage of their barb'rous foes?
Neglect their prefent ruin to complete,
Before another SOLYMAN they get?

Too late they would with fhame, repenting, dread
That num'rous herd, by fuch a lion led.

He RHODES, and BU DA, from the Chriftians tore,
Which timely union might again restore.

But, fparing TURKS, as if with rage possest,
The Chriftians perish, by themselves oppreft:

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Cities, and provinces, fo dearly won,
That the victorious people are undone!

What Angel shall descend, to reconcile
The Chriftian-States, and end their guilty toil
A Prince more fit from heav'n we cannot ask,
Than BRITAIN's King, for fuch a glorious task:
His dreadful navy, and his lovely mind,

Gives him the fear, and favor, of mankind.
His warrant does the Christian faith defend;
On that relying, all their quarrels end.

The peace is fign'd, and BRITAIN does obtain,
What ROME had fought from her fierce sons in vain.
In battels won, Fortune a part doth claim,
And foldiers have their portion in the fame:
In this fuccessful union, we find

Only the triumph of a worthy mind.
'Tis all accomplish'd by his royal word,
Without unfheathing the deftructive sword:
Without a Tax upon his fubjects laid,

Their peace difturb'd, their plenty, or their trade.
And what can they to fuch a Prince deny,
With whofe defires the greatest Kings comply?

The arts of peace are not to him unknown,

This happy way he march'd into the throne:
And we owe more to heav'n, than to the fword,
The wish'd return of fo benign a Lord.

CHARLES, by oldGREECE with a new freedom grac'd,
Above her antique Heroes fhall be plac'd.
What THE SEUS did, or THE BAN HERCULES,
Holds no compare with this victorious peace:
Which on the TURKS fhall greater honor gain,
Than all their giants, and their monsters, flain.

Thofe

Those are bold tales, in fabulous ages told;
This glorious act the living do behold.

To the QUEEN, upon her MAJESTY'S Birth-Day, after her happy recovery from a dangerous fickness.

F

AREWEL the year! which threaten'd fo
The fairest light the world can fhow.

Welcome the new! whose ev'ry day,
Reftoring what was fnatch'd away
By pining fickness from the Fair,
That matchless beauty does repair;
So fast, that the approaching spring,
(Which does to flow'ry meadows bring,
What the rude winter from them tore)
Shall give her all she had before.

But, we recover not fo fast

The fenfe of fuch a danger paft;
We that esteem'd you fent from heav'n,
A pattern to this Ifland giv'n;

To fhew us what the Blefs'd do there;
And what alive they practis'd here;
When that, which we immortal thought,
We faw fo near deftruction brought,
Felt all which you did then indure;
And tremble yet, as not fecure.
So, tho' the fun victorious be,
And from a dark eclipse set free;
The influence, which we fondly fear,
Afflicts our thoughts the following year.

But,

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