Go on, great chief, in Anna's cause proceed;
Nor fheath the terrors of thy fword,

Till Europe thou haft freed,

And univerfal peace reftor'd.

This mighty work when thou shalt end,

Equal rewards attend,

Of value far above

Thy trophies and thy spoils;

Rewards ev'n worthy of thy toils,

Thy Queen's just favour, and thy Country's love.

To the Right Honourable the

EARL OF GODOLPHIN,

Lord HIGH-TREASURER of GREAT BRITAIN.

PINDARI CODE.

66 -Quemvis mediâ erue turbâ :

"Aut ob avaritiam, aut miferâ ambitione laborat. "Hunc capit argenti fplendor

"Hic mutat merces furgente à fole, ad eum quo "Vefpertina tepet regio: quin per mala præceps

"Fertur

"Omnes hi metuunt verfus, odere poetas."

HOR. L. I. Sat. iv.

I.

TO hazardous attempts and hardy toils,

Ambition fome excites;

And fome, defire of martial spoils
To bloody fields invites ;

Others, infatiate thirst of gain

Provokes to tempt the dangerous main,
To pafs the burning line, and bear

Th' inclemency of winds, and feas, and air;
Preffing the doubtful voyage till India's fhore
Her fpicy bofom bares, and fpreads her shining ore.

II. Nor

II.

Nor widows tears, nor tender orphans cries,
Can ftop th' invader's force;

Nor fwelling feas, nor threatening skies,
Prevent the pirate's course :

Their lives to selfish ends decreed,
Through blood or rapine they proceed;
No anxious thoughts of ill repute
Sufpend th' impetuous and unjust purfuit:

But power

and wealth obtain'd, guilty and great, Their fellow-creatures fears they raise, or urge their hate.

III.

But not for these his ivory lyre

Will tuneful Phoebus ftring,

Nor Polyhymnia crown'd amid the choir,
Th' immortal epode fing.

Thy fprings, Caftalia, turn their streams afide
From rapine, avarice, and pride;
Nor do thy greens, fhady Aonia, grow,
To bind with wreaths a tyrant's brow.

I.

How juft, moft mighty Jove, yet how fevere
Is thy fupreme decree,

That impious men shall joyless hear

The Mufes' harmony!

Their facred fongs, (the recompence
Of virtue and of innocence)

Which pious minds to rapture raife,

And worthy deeds at once excite and praise,

To guilty hearts afford no kind relief;

But add inflaming rage, and more afflicting grief.
II.

Monftrous Typhoeus, thus, new terrors fill,
He,, who affail'd the fkies,

And now, beneath the burning hill

Of dreadful Ætna lies.
Hearing the lyre's celeftial found,
He bellows in th' abys profound;
Sicilia trembles at his roar,

Tremble the feas, and far Campania's fhore;
While all his hundred mouths, at once refpire
Volumes of curling smoke, and floods of liquid fire.

III.

From heaven alone all good proceeds;

To heavenly minds belong

All power and love, Godolphin, of good deeds,
And fenfe of facred fong!

And thus moft pleafing are the Mufe's lays
To them who merit most her praise;
Wherefore, for thee, her ivory lyre she strings,
And foars with rapture while fhe fings.

I.

Whether affairs of moft important weight
Require thy aiding hand,

And Anna's caufe and Europa's fate
Thy ferious thoughts demand;
Whether thy days and nights are spent
In cares, on public good intent;

Or

Or whether leifure hours invite To manly fports, or to refin'd delight;

In courts refiding, or to plains retir'd,

Where generous ftecd's conteft, with emulation fir'd!

II.

Thee ftill fhe feeks, and tuneful fings thy name,
As once the Theron fung,

While with the deathlefs worthy's fame
Olympian Pisa rung :

Nor lefs fublime is now her choice,
Nor lefs infpir'd by thee her voice.

And now the loves aloft to found

The man for more than mortal deeds renown'd;
Varying anon her theme, fhe takes delight

The fwift-heel'd horfe to praife, and fing his rapid flight.

III.

And fee! the air-born racers ftart,

Impatient of the rein;

Fafter they run than flies the Scithian dart,

Nor, paffing, print the plain !

The winds themselves, who with their fwiftnefs vie,

In vain their airy pinions ply;
So far in matchlefs fpecd thy courfers, pafs
Th' ætlierial authors of their race.

And now a while the well-ftrain'd courfers breathe; And now, my Mufe, prepare

Of olive leaves a twifted wreath

To bind the victor's hair.