No eye thofe forrows does refufe
Thy pensive maids expiring give,
Scarce more delighted when thy Muse
Sufpends their fate and bids 'em live.
Strange that our cheeks fhou'd grieve the more
the falling tear restrain!
And to forbid us to deplore
Should only give us greater pain!
Thus trembling for her lover's fate
A while the virgin's forrows flow,
Owning to hear his fighs abate
Her joy more painful than her wo.
Oh! may each Mufe with forrows meet
Soft as thy own thy worth declare,
Since nothing but a voice fo fweet
Can ever fing a fame so fair.
A fecond life to thy great dead
Thy kind infpiring numbers gave;
Had we that pow'r the tears we shed
Had fell to wet fome other grave.
Thine like each fabled hero's age
Thyfelf with virtue didft inspire,
And acting well on life's frail ftage
Doft with the fame applause retire.
DUM Rofa purpureo fuffunditur ora rubore,
Spina gravis nitidi floris amore calet,
Protinus armorum ponit pacatior iras,
Et jam blanda fuæ porrigit ora Rosæ.
Ut videt alternis ambas concurrere votis,
Quæ regit hortorum maxima Flora, vices
Fælices jubet hinc coeant in fœdera, utrifque
Unus, & ex Uno stemmate surgat honos.
Tu decus æternum, dixit, mea, da, Rofa, Spinæ,
Et tu perpetuam protege, Spina, Rofam.
WHILE rich in brightest red the blushing Rofe
Her freshest op'ning beauties did difclofe,
Her the rough Thistle from a neighb'ring field
With fond defires and lovers' eyes beheld;
Straight the fierce plant lays by his pointed darts, 5
And wooes the gentle flow'r with fofter arts:
Kindly she heard, and did his flame approve,
And own'd the warriour worthy of her love.
Flora, whofe happy laws the seasons guide,
Who does in fields and painted meads prefide, 10
And crowns the gardens with their flow'ry pride,
With pleasure faw the wifhing pair combine
To favour what their goddefs did defign,
And bid them in eternal Union join.
"Henceforth," fhe faid "in each returning year 15 "One ftem the Thille and the Rofe fhall bear;
"The Thistle's lafting grace thou, Omy Rofe! fhalt be, "The warlike 'Thifle's arms a fure defence to thee."
Verfes occafioned by the Honours conferred on the Right Hon. the Earl of Halifax, 1714, being that Year inftalled Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter.
HOEBUS and Cæfar once confpir'd to grace
A noble knight of ancient Tuscan race.
The monarch, greatly confcious of his worth,
From books and his retirement call'd him forth,
Adorn'd the patriot with the civick crown,
The Conful's fafces and Patrician gown;
'The world's whole wealth he gave him to beflow,
And teach the ftreams of treasure where to flow;
To him he bad the fuppliant nations come,
And on his counfels fix'd the fate of Rome.
The god of Wit, who taught him first to fing
And tune high numbers to the vocal string,
With jealous eyes beheld the bounteous king.
"Forbear," he cry'd, " to rob me of my share, "Our common fav'rite is our common care; 15 "Honours and wealth thy grateful hand may give, "But Phœbus only bids the poet live.
"The fervice of his faithful heart is thine;
"There let thy Julian star an emblem shine;
"His mind and her imperial feat are mine.
"Then bind his brow, ye Thespian Maids!" he
The willing Muses the command obey'd, [faid;
And wove the deathlefs laurel for his head.
MADE TO A SIMILE OF POPE'S.
WHILE at our house the fervants brawl,
And raise an uproar in the hall,
When John the butler and our Mary
About the plate and linen vary,
Till the fanart dialogue grows rich
In Sneaking Dog! and Ugly Bitch!
Down comes my lady like the devil,
And makes them filent all and civil.
Thus cannon clears the cloudy air,
And scatters tempefts brewing there;
Thus bullies fometimes keep the peace,
And one fcold makes another ceafe.
ON NICOLINI AND VALENTINI'S
FIRSTCOMING TO THE HOUSE IN THE HAY-MARKET.
AMPHION ftrikes the vocal lyre,
And ready at his call
Harmonious brick and ftone confpire
To raise the Theban wall.
In emulation of his praife
Two Latian Signors come
A finking theatre to raise,
And prop Van's tott'ring dome.
But how this laft fhould come to pass
Muft ftill remain unknown,
Since thefe poor gentlemen, alas!
Bring neither brick nor ftone.
ON THE LATE GLORIOUS SUCCESSES, ETC.
THE LORD TREASURER GODOLPHIN.
WHILE kings and nations on thy counfels wait,
And Anna trufts to thee the British state,
While Fame to thee from ev'ry foreign coast
Flies with the news of empires won and loft,
Relates whate'er her bufy eyes beheld,
And tells the fortune of each bloody field,
While with officious duty crowds attend
To hail the labours of thy godlike friend,
Vouchfafe the Mufe's humbler joy to hear,
For facred numbers fhall be ftill thy care.
Tho' mean the verfe, tho' lowly be the strain,
Tho' leaft regarded be the Mufe of all the tuneful train,
Yet rife, neglected Nymph! avow thy flame,
Affert th' infpiring god, and greatly aim
To make thy numbers equal to thy theme:
From Heav'n derive thy verfe; to Heav'n belong
The counfels of the wife and battles of the ftrong;
To Heav'n the royal Anna owes alone
The virtues which adorn and guard her throne;
Thence is her juftice wretches to redress,
Thence is her mercy and her love of peace,
Thence is her pow'r, her fceptre, uncontroll'd
To bend the stubborn and reprefs the bold,
Her peaceful arts fierce factions to affuage,
To heal their breaches and to footh their rage;
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