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From all the futile cares of bugness free;
So safe on shore the pension'd failor lies;
S o'er Asteria's fields I rove,
and , Ten thousand beauties round me rise, And mingle pleasure with surprize.
By nature bleft in every part,
Your coolaess now no more invites;
How long shall false fantastic Honour draw
The vengeful sword, with fury fell,
And ranc'rous Malice dark as hell,
Too many gallant youths have bled ;
Too much of Britilh blood been ihed
Youths that might else have nobly dar'd ;
More glorious wounds and dangers far'd
So when the fierce Cadmean youth
Sprung from the dragon's venom'd tooth,
With rage inspir'd, the furious band
Soon found a ready foe at hand,
Has Britain then no other foes,
That thus her sons their lives expose
Does Spain insult her flag no more?
Does Lewis yet his thoughts give o'er
'Tis Britons' to support the law;
'Tis theirs ambitious kings to awe, And equal rights of empire to maintain.
For this our fathers, brave and stout,
At Agincourt and Creffy fought
How will the Gallic monarch (mile,
To see the sons of Albion's ille
Themselves avenge the glorious day
When Marlb'rough swept whole hosts away,
O fay, O fay, in this inglorious ftrife
Thy arm had robb'd thy friend of life, What pangs, what anguish had thy basom proy'd?
How hadít thou curs'd the cruel deed,
That caus'd the gallant youth to bleed, Piered by thy guilty sword, and flain by him he lov'd ?
How did the fair Maria blame
Thy high-bred spirit's eager flame,
Far other wreaths for thee the twin'd;
Far other cares for thee design'd;
If not for her's, for Britain's sake,
Forbear thy precious life to ftake;
One day thy country may require
Thy gallant arm and martial fire: Then may'd thou bravely conquer, or as bravely bleed.
HE busy cares of day are done ;
In yonder wefiern cloud the sun
And glad with light the nether fies.
Yon azure cloud, enrobd with white,
At length the glim'ring objects fade:
No more the ivy-crowned oak
Mute is each bush, and ev'ry spray: