Great eye of all, whose glorious ray Ye moon and planets, who dispense, By God's command, your influence; Refign to him, as your Creator due, That veneration which men pay to you, Faireft, as well as first, of things, Praise him ye loud harmonious spheres, Who did all forms from the rude chaos draw, Ye watery mountains of the sky, Ye dragons, whofe contagious breath Change your fierce hiffing into joyful song, And praife your Maker with your forked tongue. Praise him, ye monsters of the deep, That in the feas vaft bofoms fleep; At whofe command the foaming billows roar, Ye mifts and vapours, hail and fnow, And you who through the concave blow, Swift executors of his holy word, Whirlwinds and tempests, praise th' Almighty Lord. · Mountains, who to your Maker's view Seem lefs than mole-hills do to you, Remember how, when firft Jehovah spoke, All heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in smoke. Praife him, fweet offspring of the ground, With heavenly nectar yearly crown'd; And ye tall cedars, celebrate his praife, That in his temple facred altars raife. Idle musicians of the spring, Whose only care's to love and fing, Fly through the world, and let your trembling throat Praife your Creator with the sweetest note. Praife him each favage furious beaft, And you tame flaves of the laborious plow, Majestic monarchs, mortal gods, May all attempts against your crowns be vain! Let the wide world his praises fing, Where Tagus and Euphrates spring, And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those You that difpofe of all our lives, Praise him from whom your power derives ; Be true and just like him, and fear his word, As much as malefactors do your fword. Praise him, old monuments of time; Jehovah's name shall only last, When heaven, and earth, and all is past : Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee, But unconceivable eternity. Exalt, O Jacob's facred race, The God of gods, the God of grace ; Who will above the ftars your empire raise, And with his glory recompenfe your praise. A PRO. A PROLOGUE, SPOKEN ΤΟ His Royal Highness the DUKE of YORK, At Edinburgh. FOLLY and vice are easy to defcribe, The common fubjects of our fcribbling tribe; His name ftruck fear, his conduct won the day, Let Fame aloud to future ages tell, None e'er commanded, none obey'd so well; Proclaim that fuch a hero never springs, But from the uncorrupted blood of kings. On a young Lady who fung finely, and was afraid of a Cold. WINTER, thy cruelty extend, Till fatal tempefts fwell the fea. In vain let finking pilots pray ; you These we can bear; but, gentle Fate, And thou, bleft Genius of our ifle, VIRGIL'S H |