True virtue to her kindred stars aspires, No useless ornament requires From fpeaking colours, or from breathing brafs. II. Greatest of princes! where the wand'ring fun From th' eastern barriers to the western goal, With fwiftnefs equal to his own: Thee on the banks of Flandrian Scaldis fing The English voice unus'd to hear, Thee the repeating banks, thee ev'ry valley rings, The fword of heav'n how pious ANNA wields, Who, from his airy hope of better state, By luft of fway irregular great, More than a king contented with his own ; Who dar'd affault the throne of God; And And for contented realms of blissful light, The firft in folid mifery, Monarch of hell, and woes, and everlasting night. And foul ambition like an evil wind, And if a feraph fall, he's doubly curst. IV. Had guile, and pride, and envy grown Nor ever had on earth the baleful crop been fown; The Flandrian glebe, a guiltlefs field: To rouze the brave, and banish floth; Heroick virtue is by action feen, And vices ferve to make it keen; And as gigantick tyrants rife, NASSAUS and CHURCHILLS leave the skies, The earth-born monsters to chaftife, √. If, heav'nly Mufe, you burn with, a defire a Caft on Menapian fields your weeping eyes ; For weep they furely muft, To fee the bloody annual facrifice; To think how the neglected duft, Was once the limbs of captains, brave and juft, And fell as martyrs on record, Of tyranny aveng'd, and liberty reftor'd. VI. See, where at Audenard, with heaps of flain, Mowing across, beftrews the plain, And with new tenants crowds the wealthy grave. The Menapii were the ancient inhabitants of Flanders. His His mind unshaken at the frightful scene, As once adorn'd the Paphian queen, Which drove him to this wild extream, Be thought, as through the streets he rode, With rattling brass, and trampling horse, Of divine thunder: horrid crime! But vengeance is the child of time, On his profane devoted head, Too fatal, brandifh'd by the real Jove, Or a Pallas, who affumes and fills his awful place: VICEM GERIT ILLA TONANTIS. VII. The VII. b The British Pallas! who, as Homer's did For her lov'd Diomede, Her hero's mind with wisdom fills, With what uncommon fpeed And pushes on thro' midmoft fires, Where France's fortune, with her fons, retires! The fouthern wind afflicts the fkies, Then, mutt'ring o'er the deep, buffets th' unruly brine, 'Till clouds and water feem to join. Homer, in his fifth Iliad, because his hero is to do wonaers beyond the power of man, premifes, in the beginning, that Pallas had peculiarly fitted him for that day's exploits. Indomitas prope qualis undas Or |