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True virtue to her kindred stars aspires,
And mingling with etherial fires,
No useless ornament requires From speaking colours, or from breathing brass.
II. Greatest of princes ! where the wand'ring sun Does o'er earth's habitable regions roll, From th' eastern barriers to the western goal,
And fees thy race of glory run
With swiftness equal to his own :
The English voice unus'd to hear,
Like an apoftate angel fell :
And had till now unrivall'd shone,
But Lucifer's bold steps he trod,
And for contented realms of blissful light,
Gain'd the sad privilege to be
The first in folid misery,
Corruption of the best is always worst ;
In the black groves of Styx alone,
The fwain without amaze, had till’d
The Dyle, the Danube, and the Scheld.
To rouze the brave, and banish floth;
By sweat and blood, and worthy scars.
And vices serve to make it keen ;
To praise the man whom all admire ;
Come from thy learn’d Caftalian springs,
Strike the loud Pindarick ftrings,
And as you fail the liquid skies,
For weep they surely must,
To think how the neglected duft,
Which with contempt is basely trod,
With slaught'ring arms, the gun and sword,
And fell as martyrs on record,
Th'heroick man inspir'dly brave,
Mowing across, bestrews the plain,
· The Menapii were the ancient inhabitants of Flanders,
His mind unshaken at the frightful scene,
His looks as chearfully serene,
As once adorn’d the Paphian queen,
The gath’ring troops he kens from far, And with a bridegroom's passion and delight,
Courting the war, and glowing for the fight,
Ah, cursed pride! infernal dream!
That dust a deity should seem ;
A man immortal, or a god :
With rattling brass, and trampling horse,
Of divine thunder : horrid crime !
And their eternal flames disgrace,
* VICEM GERIT ILLA TONANTIS.
For her lov'd Diomede,
With what uncommon speed
And pushes on thro' midmoft fires,
As when the Pleiades arise,
The southern wind afflicts the skies, Then, mutt'ring o'er the deep, buffets th’ unruly brine,
'Till clouds and water seem to join.
• Homer, in his fifth Iliad, because his hero is to do zvonders beyond the power of man, premises, in the beginning, That Pallas had peculiarly fitted bim for that day's exploits.
Indomitas prope qualis undas