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If evil were thy deeds, repenting mourn,
And let thy soul with strong remorse be torn.
If good, the good with peace of mind repay,
And to thy secret self with pleasure say,
Rejoice, my heart, for all went well to-day,
These thoughts, and chiefly these thy mind should

Employ thy ftudy, and engage thy love.
These are the rules which will to Virtue lead,
And teach thy feet her heavenly paths to tread.
This by his name I swear, whose facred lore
First to mankind explain'd the mystic Four,
Source of eternal nature and almighty power.

In ail thou dost first let thy prayers ascend,
And to thy gods thy labours first commend :
From them implore success, and hope a prosperous ende
So shall thy abler mind be taught to foar,
And wisdom in her secret ways explore;
To range through heaven above and earth below,
Immortal gods and mortal men to know.
So shalt thou learn what power does all control, 140
What bounds the parts, and what unites the whole:
And rightly judge, in all this wondrous frame,
How universal Nature is the same ;
So shalt thou ne'er thy vain affections place
On hopes of what shall never come to pass. 145

Man, wretched inan, thou shalt be taught to know,
Who bears within himself the inborn cause of woe.
Unhappy race! that never yet could tell,
How near their good and happiness they dwell.


Depriv'd of sense, they neither hear nor fee;
Fetter'd in vice, they seek not to be free,
But stupid, to their own sad fate

agree :
Like ponderous rolling-stones, oppress'd with ill,
The weight that loads them makes thein roll on still,
Bereft of choice and freedom of the will;
For native strife in every bosom reigns,
And secretly an impious war inaintains :
Provoke not this, but let the combat cease,
And every yielding passion fue for peace.

Would'st thou, great Jove, thou father of mankind, Reveal the Dämon for that task assign'd, The wretched race an end of woes would find. And yet be bold, O man, divine thou art, And of the gods celestial essence part. Nor sacred nature is from thee conceald,

165 But to thy race her mystic rules reveald. These if to know thou happily attain, Soon shalt thon perfect be in all that I ordain. Thy wounded soul to health thou shalt restore, And free from every pain she felt before.

Abftain, I warn, from meats unclean and foul,
So keep thy body pure, so free thy soul;
So rightly judge; thy reason so maintain ;
Reason which heaven did for thy guide ordain,
Let that belt reason ever hold the rein.

Then if this mortal body thou forsake,
And thy glad flight to the pure æther takes
Among the gods exalted shalt thou shine,
Immortal, incorruptible, divine :
The tyrant death securely shalt thou brave,
And scorn the dark dominion of the grave,



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HILE kings and nations on thy counsels wait,

And Anna trusts to thee the British state ; While fame, to thee, from every foreign coast, Flies with the news of empires won and lost, Relates whate'er her busy eyes beheld,

5 And tells the fortune of each bloody field; While, with officious duty, crowds attend, To hail the labours of thy god-like friend, Vouchsafe the Muse's humbler joy to hear ; For facred numbers shall be still thy care; Though mean the verse, though lowly be the strain, Though least regarded be the Muse, of all the tuneful

train, Yet rise, neglected nymph, avow thy flame, Affert th' inspiring god, and greatly aim To make thy numbers equal to thy theme. From heaven derive thy verse; to heaven belong The counsels of the wise, and battles of the strong. To heaven the royal Anna owes, alone, The virtues which adorn and guard her throne; Thence is her justice wretches to redress, Thence is her mercy and her love of peace ; 5




Thence is her power, her fceptre uncontrol'd,
To bend the stubborn, and repress the bold;
Her peaceful arts fierce factions to afswage,
To heal their breaches, and to sooth their rage ;

Thence is that happy prudence, which presides
In each design, and every action guides ;
Thence is she taught her shining court to grace,
And fix the worthiest in the worthiest place,
To trust at home Godolphin's watchful care,
And send victorious Churchill forth to war.

Arise, ye nations rescued by her sword, Freed from the bondage of a foreign lord, Arise, and join the heroine to bless, Behold the sends to save you from distress ; 35 Rich is the royal bounty she bestows, 'Tis plenty, peace, and safety from your

foes. And thou, Iberia! rous’d at length, disdain To wear inflav'd the Gallic tyrant's chain. For fee! the British genius comes, to chear 40 Thy fainting fons, and kindle them to war. With her own glorious fires their souls the warms, And bids them burn for liberty and arms. Unhappy land! the foremost once in fame, Once lifting to the stars thy noble name,

45 In arts excelling, and in arms severe, The weitern kingdoms' envy, and their fear : Where is thy pride, thy conscious honour, flown, Thy ancient valour, and thy first renown? How art thou funk among the nations now ! How halt thou taught thy laughty neck to bow, And drop the warrior's wreath inglorious from thy


Not thus of old her valiant fathers bore The bondage of the unbelieving Moor, But, oft, alternate, made the victors yield, 55 And prov't their might in many a well-fought field; Bold in defence of liberty they stood, And doubly dy'd their cross in Moorish blood : Then in heroic arms their knights excellid, The tyrant then and giant then they quell’d. bo Then every nobler thought their minds did move, And those who fought for freedom, figh'd for love. Like one, those sacred flames united live, At once they languish, and once revive ; Alike they shun the coward and the flave,

65 But bless the free, the virtuous, and the brave. Nor frown, ve fair, nor think my verse untrue; Though we disdain that man should man subdue, Yet all the free-born race are slaves alike to you. Yet, once again that glory to restore,

70 The Britons seek the Celtiberian More. With echoing peals, at Anna's high command, Their naval thunder wakes the drowsy land; High at their head, Iberia's promis'd lord, Young Charles of Austria, waves his shining sword; His youthful veins with hopes of empire glow, Swell his bold heart, and urge him on the foe: With joy he reads, in every warrior's face, Some happy omen of a sure success; Then leaps exulting on the hostile strand, And thinks the destin'd sceptre in his hand.

Nor fate denies, what first his wishes name, Proud Barcelona owns his juster claim,


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