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WRITTEN BY MRS. ELIZABETH HIGGONS.
Give ear, ambitious Princes, and be wise ;
Tremble, ye people, who your Kings ditress,
The rise and fall of empires from the Gods.
Sent to the Author in his Retirement.
THY, Granville, is thy life to shades confin'd, His neighbour's plenty, and his heaps of gold;
Thou whom the Gods design'd Nor covets other wealth, but what we find
In públic to do credit to mankind ? In the possessions of a virtuous mind.
Why Neeps the noble ardour of thy blood, Fearless he sees, who is with virtue crown'd, Which from thy ancestors so many ages past, The tempest rage, and hears the thunder sound; From Rollo down to Bevil Aow'd, Ever the same, let Fortune smile or frown,
And then appear'd again at laft? On the red scaffold, or the blazing throne ;
In thee, when thy victorious lance Serenely, as he lived, resigns his breath,
Bore the disputed prize from all the youth of France. Meets destiny half way, nor shrinks at death.
In the first trials which are niade for fame,
Those to whom Fate success denies, Whom lust controuls, and wild desires direct :
If taking counsel from their shame, The reins of empire but such hands disgrace,
They modestly retreat, are wife. Where Passion, a blind driver, guides the race.
But why should you who ftill succeed,
Whether with graceful art you lead What is this Fame, thus crowded round with Naves? The fiery barb, or with as graceful motion tread, The breath of fools, the bait of flattering knaves :
In shining balls, where all agree An honest heart, a conscience free from blame,
To give the highest praise to thee?
Such harmony in every mo ion's found,
As art could ne'er express by any found.
III. Or battering engines that destroy from far?
So lov'd and prais'd, whom all admire, The greatest king, and conqueror is he,
Why, why should you from courts and camps retire ? Who Lord of his own appetites can be ;
If Myra is unkind, if it can be, Bleft with a pow'r that nothing can destroy,
That any nymph can be unkind to thee ; And all have equal freedom to enjoy.
If pensive made by love, you thus retire, Whom worldly luxury, and pomps allure,
Awake your Muse, and string your lyre; They tread on ice, and find no footing sure ;
Your tender song, and your melodious strain, Place me, ye Powers ! in some obscure retreat,
Can never be addreft in vain ; O! keep me innocent, make others great :
She needs must love, and we shall have you
back again. In quiet shade, content with rural sports, Give me
life remote from guilty courts, Where free from hopes or fears, in humble ease,
OCCASIONED BY THE FOREGOING VERSES. Unheard of, I may live and die in peace.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1690.
NEASE, tempting Siren, cease thy flattering strain, But most unhappy he, who sits on high,
Sweet is thy charming long, but sung in vain : Expos’d to every tongue and every eye ;
When the winds blow, and loud the tempests roar, Whore follies blaz'd about, to all are known,
What fool would trust the waves, and quit the shore ? But are a secret to himself alone :
Early, and vain, into the world I came,
Big with false hopes, and eager after fame ;
And thank the Gods, who my retreat inspire,
When virtue was the only path to tread :
Give me, ye Gods ! but the same road to fame,
Chang'd is the scene, some baneful planet rules
Consider, and examine all wbo rise ;
WRITTEN IN THE
L From hobe fear, from joy to doubt ;
Weigh well their actions, and their treacherous ends, | In thought, or act, accountable to none,
O sweetness of content ! seraphic joy !
Where dwells this peace, this freedom of the mind ! Hug when you stab, and smile when you devour?
Where, but in shades remote from human kind; Be bloody, false, fatter, forswear, and lie,
In flowery vales, where nymphs and shepherds meet, Turn pander, pathick, parasite, or spy;
But never comes within the palace gate.
Welcome, ye groves, here let me ever dwell,
From cares, from business, and mankind remove, A mistress free, who bids alike to all ;
All but the muses, and inspiring Love : But on such terms as only suit the base,
How sweet the morn! How gentle is the night! Honour denies and shuns the foul embrace.
How calm the evening! And the day how bright! The honest man, who starves and is undone,
From hence, as from a hill, I view below
Where several wanderers travel day and night,
OVE is by Fancy led about
Whom we now an angel call,
Divinely grac'd in every feature, More lov’d, more prais'd, more envy'd in his doom,
Straight 's a deformid, a perjur'd creature ; Than Cæsar trampling on the rights of Rome.
Love and hate are Fancy all. The virtuous nothing fear, but life with shame,
'Tis but as Fancy shall present And death's a pleasant road that leads to fame.
Objects of grief, or of content,
That the lover's blest, or dies :
Visions of mighty pain, or pleasure, To bleakest colds, a kennel be my bed.
Imagin'd want, imagin'd treasure,
All in powerful Fancy lies.
BEAUTY AND L AW.
King Charles II. having made a grant of be reversion Those thoughts with which you dare not be alone?
of an office in the court of King's-bencb, to bis Son As men in misery, opprest with care,
ihe Duke of Grafron; the Lord Chief Juifice laying Seek in the rage of wine to drown despair.
claim to it, as a perquisite legally belonging to bis Let others fight, and eat their bread in blood,
office, the cause came to be beard before ibe Houje Regardless if the cause be bad or good;
of Lords, between the Duchess, Reliet of the said Or cringe in courts, depending on the nods
Duke, and the Chief Justice, Of frutting pigmies who would pass for Gods.
HE Princes sat; Beauty and Law contend ; For me, unpractis'd in the courtiers school, Who loathe a knive, and tremble at a fool ;
The Queen of Love will her own cause defend;
Secure she looks, as certain none can see
Such Beauty plead, and not her captive be.
What need of words with such commanding eyes? Rich in himself, in virtue that outshines All but the fime of his immortal lines,
Must I then speak? 0 Heavens! the charmer cries More than the weal: hiest lord, who helps to drain
O barbarous clime! where Beauty borrows aid
From eloquence, to charm, or to persuade ! The famith'd land, and rolls in impious gain :
Will discord never leave with envious care
To raife debate? But discord governs here.
To Juno, Pallas, wisdom, fame, and power,
Long lince preferr'd, what trial needs there more ? And every element exchange its kind,
Confess’d to light, three Goddesses descend
On Ida’s hill, and for a prize contend;
Nobly they bid, and lavishly pursue
A POLTICAL PLEADING.
Such precedents are numberless, we draw
What need I more? 'Tis treason to dispute : Our right from cuitom; cuítom is a law
The grant was royal; that decides the fuit. As high as heaven, as wide as feas or land;
“ Shall vulgar laws imperial power constrain ? As ancient as the world is our command.
“ Kings and the Gods, can never act in vain." Mars and Alcides would this plea allow :
She finish'd here, the Queen of every grace, Beauty was ever absolute till now.
Disdain vermilioning her heavenly face : It is enough that I pronounce it mine,
Our hearts take fire, and all in tumult rife, And, right or wrong, he should his claim resign:
And one with sparkles in a thousand eyes. Not bears nor tygers sure so savage are,
O! might some champion finish these debates!
My sword shall end, what now my pen relates.
Ulysses like, a gentle pruse he makes,
Then, raising by degrees his oice, he speaks. Let eyes to eyes oppos'd this strife decide;
In you, my Lords, who judge; and all who hear, Now, when I lighten, let her beams be try'd.
Methinks I read your wishes for the fair;
Unhappy! thus oblig'd to a defence,
That may dilplease such heavenly excellence. On brazen Aoor the royal actor tries
Might we the laws on any terms abuse, To ape the thunder rattling in the skies ;
So bright an influence were the beft excule ; A brandish'd torch, with emulating blaze,
Let * Niobe's just fate, the vile disgrace Affects the forky lightning's pointed rays :
Of the + Propetides' polluted race ; Thus borne aloft, triumphantly he rode
Let death, or Thame, or lunacy surprize, Through crowds of worshippers, and acts the God.
Who dare to match the luftre of those eyes ! The fire omnipotent prepares the brand,
Aloud the fairest of the Sex complain By Vulcan wrought,' an: arms his potent hand;
Of captives loft, and loves invok'd in vain ;
At her appearance all their glory ends,
Where Love prefides, ftill may the bear the prize ;
But rigid Law has neither ears nor eyes : Caliope, preferring with disdain,
Charms, to which Mars and Hercules would bow, Her daughter to the Nereids, they complain ;
Minos and I Rhadamanthus disavow. The daughter, for the mother's guilty scorn,
Justice, by nothing bias'd, or inclind, Is doomed to be devoured; the mother 's borne
Deaf to persuasion, to temptation blind, Above the clouds, where, by immortal light,
Determines without favour, and the laws Revers'd the ihines, exposed to human fight,
O’erlook the parties, to decide the cause. And to a shameful posture is confin'd,
What then avails it, that a beardless boy
Took a rash fancy for a female toy?
Pursue revenge, and seek the Dardan coast;
Though the Gods built, and though the Gods defend W svd let them be ; mere juftice thall obtain. Those lotty towers, the hoitile Greeks ascend; Who to a husband juftlier can succeed,
Nor leave they, till the town in afhes lies, Than the soft partner of his nuptial bed;
And all the rice of royal Priam dies : Or to a frher's right lay stronger claim,
The Queen of | Paphos, mixing in the fray, Thin the dear youth in whom survives his name? Rallies the troops, and urges on the day; Behold that youth, consider whence he springs, In person, in the foremost ranks the stands, Ard in his royal veins respect your kings :
Provokes the charge, directs, affits, commands ; Imortal Jove, upon a mortal the,
Stern Diomed, advancing high in air, Ecza his fire : Second from Jove is he.
His lofty javelin strikes the heavenly Fair ; Well did the father blindly fight your cause,
The vaulted skies with her loud shrieks resound, Following the cry-of Liberty and Laws,
And high Olympus trembles at the wound.
Niobe turned into a stone for presuming to com
pare herself with Diana. * A report spread of a beautiful young lady, niece † Propæ:ides, certain virgins, who, for affronting to the Lord Chief justice, who would appear at the Venus, were condemned to opea prostitution, and bar of the House of Lords, and eclipse the charms of afterwards turned into stone. the Duchess of Grafton ; No such lady was seen there, I Minos and Rhadamanthus, famous leginators, nor perhaps ever in any part of the world.
who for their strict administration of justice, were after † The Duke of Grafton, Nain at the fiere of Cork their deaths made chief judges in the infernal regions. in Ireland, about the beginning of the Revolution. || Venus.
Lady Hyde having the Small Pox, soon after the
Recovery of Mrs. Mohun. "CARCE could the general joy for Mohun appear,
But new attempts Thew other dangers near;
On things immortal, all attempts are vain ;
The twinkling stars drop numberless each night,
In causes juft, would all the Gods oppose,
How dear to Britain are her darling laws !
He spoke. The nobles differ, and divide, Some join with Law, and some with Beauty side. Mordaunt, though once her slave, insults the Fair, Whole fetters 'twas his pride, in youth, to wear : So Lucifer revolting, brav'd the power Whom he was wont to worship and implore. Like impious is their rage, who have in chace A new Omnipotence in Grafton's face. But Rochester, undaunted, just, and wise, Afferts the Goddess with the charming eyes ; And O! may Beauty never want reward For thee, her noble champion, and her guard. Beauty triumphs, and Law submitting lies, The tyrant tam'd, aloud for mercy cries ; Conquest can never fail in radiant Crafton's eyes.
The Duchess of - unfeasonably surprised in the
Embraces of her Lord.
Nor blush at joys that only you can give ;
LADY HYD E. * HEN fam'd Apelles sought to frame
Some image of th' Idalian dame, To furnish graces for the piece, He summon'd all the nymphs of Greece; So many mortals were combin'd, To thew how one immortal shin'd.
Had Hyde thus fat by proxy too,
Comparing then, while thus we view
TO FL A VI A.
Offtorms and blafts, the choiceft fruits do gros**
* Afterwards Countess of Charendon and Rochester.
IN HIS SICKNESS.
TO THE SAME.
LADY HYDE, Her Gardens having escaped a Flood obat had laid all Sitting at Sir Godfrey Kneller's for her Pikture. the Country round under Water.
HILE Kneller, with inimitable art,
Attempts that face whose print's on every
heart, So when the waters o'er the world were spread,
The Poet, with a pencil less confind, Covering each oak, and every mountain's head,
Shall paint her virtues, and describe her mind, The chosen Patriarch sail'd within his ark,
Unlock the shrine, and to the fight unfold Nor might the waves o'erwhelm the sacred bark.
The secret gems, and all the inward gold. The charming Flavia is no less, we find,
Two only patterns do the Muses name, The favourite of Heav'n, than of mankind;
Of perpect beauty, but of guilty fame ;
A Venus and an Helen have been seen,
Both perjur'd wives, the Goddess and the Queen :
In this the third, are reconcil'd at last
Thore jarring attributes of Fair and Chaste,
With graces that attract, but not ensnare,
With greatness, easy, affible, and good :
Of promis d kindness, practice on our hearts,
With expectation blow the paffion up; CACHAON sick, in every face we find, She fans the fire, without one gale of hope,
His danger is the danger of mankind; Like the chalte moon, the shines to all mankind, Whole art protecting, Nature could expire
But to Endymion is her love confin'd. But by a Deluge, or the general Fire.
What cruel destiny on Beauty waits, More lives he faves, than perish in our wars,
When on one face depend so many fates ! And faster than a plague destroys, repairs.
Oblig'd by honour to relieve but one,
Unhappy men by thousands are undone.
TO MRS. GRANVILLE,
OF WOTTON IN BUCKINGHAMSHIRE ; On whom, like Atlas, the whole world's reclin'd,
AFTERWARDS LADY CONWAY. And by restoring Garth, preserve mankind.
Now for some ages kept the world in pain ;
Beauty, by valt destructions got renown,
And i overs only by their rage were known :
But Granville, more auspicious to mankind, Ufon the Bombardment of the Town of Granville in Conqu’ring the heart, as much instructs the mind; Normandy, by the English Fleet.
Bleft in the fate of her victorious eyes,
Seeing, we love ; and hearing, we grow wise : HO' built by Gods, confum'd by hofile fame, So Rome for wisdom, as for conqueft famd,
Improv'd with arts, whom she by arms had tam do Ard so thall thine, though with these walls were lost Above the clouds is plac'd this glorious light, All the records our anceitors could boast.
Nothing lies hid from her enquiring right; For Latium conquer'd, and for Turnus ain,
Athens and Rome for arts restor'd rejoice, Æneas lives, though not one ftone remain
Their language takes new music from her voice ; Where he arose: Nor art thou less renown'd
Learning and Love, in the same seat we find, For thy loud triumphs on Hungarian ground.
So bright her eyes, and so adorn’d her mind. Thore † arms which for nine centuries had bravod Long had Minerva govern'd in the skies, The wrath of Time, on antique stone engravid, But now descends, confeft to human eyes ; Now torn by mortars, ftand yet undefaced
Behold in Granville, that inspiring Queen,
Whom learned Athens so ador'd anseen.
'LL tell her the next time, said I, + The Granville Arms still remaining at that time In vain' in vain! for when I try, on one of the gates of the town.
Upon my timorous tongue the trembling accents die. [ He was created a Count of the Empire, the Fa
Alas! a thousand thousand fears moy Arins to be borne for ever upon the breast of the My breath is spent in fighs, my eyes are drown'din texte,
Still overawe when the appears ! traperial spread Eagle.
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