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Nor dare repine, though early Friendship bleed,
From love, the world, and all its cares he's freed.
But know, Adversity's the child of God;
Whom Heaven approves of moft, most feel her rod.
When smooth old Ocean and each storm's asleep,
Then Ignorance may plough the watery deep;
But when the dæmons of the tempest rave,
Skill muft conduct the veffel through the wave.
Sidney, what good man envies not thy blow?
Who would not wifh " Anytus for a foe?
Intrepid Virtue triumphs over Fate,
The good can never be unfortunate.
And be this maxim graven in thy mind,
The height of virtue is to ferve mankind.

But when old age has filver'd o'er thy head,
When memory fails, and all thy vigour's fled,
Then may'st thou seek the ftillness of retreat,
Then hear aloof the human tempest beat,
Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave,
Allay the
pangs of age, and smooth thy grave.

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STEPHEN PO Y N T Z, Efq; &c. &c.

By the Honourable

Sir CHARLES HAN. WILLIAMS, Kt. of the Bath.

Senfere quid mens rite, quid indoles
Nutrita fauftis fub penetralibus
Poffet

Dottrina fed vim promovet infitam,

Relique cultus pectora roborant.

I.

HOR. Lib. IV. Od. 4

'HILST William's deeds and William's praise Each English breaft with transport raise,

Each English tongue employ ;

Say, Poyntz, if thy elated heart

Affumes not a fuperior part,

A larger share of joy?

II.

But that thy country's high affairs

Employ thy time, demand thy cares,

You should renew your flight;

You

You only should this theme pursue-
Who can for William feel like you?
Or who like you can write?
III.

Then to rehearse the Hero's praise,
To paint this funshine of his days,
The pleafing task be mine --

To think on all thy cares o'erpaid,
To view the Hero you have made,
That pleafing part be thine.
IV.

Who first should watch, and who call forth

This youthful Prince's various worth,

You had the public voice;

Wifely his royal Sire confign'd

To you,

the culture of his mind,

And England bleft the choice.

V.

You taught him to be early known

By martial deeds of courage fhewn:

From this, near Mona's flood,

By his victorious Father led,

He flesh'd his maiden fword, he fhed,

And prov'd th' illuftrious blood.

VI.

Of Virtue's various charms you taught,

With happiness and glory fraught,

How her unshaken pow'r

Is independent of fuccefs;

That no defeat can make it less,

No conqueft make it more.

VII.

This, after Tournay's fatal day,

'Midft forrow, cares, and dire dismay,

Brought calm, and fure relief;

He fcrutiniz'd his noble heart,

Found Virtue had perform'd her part,

And peaceful slept the Chief.

VIII.

From thee he early learnt to feel

The Patriot's warmth for England's weal;

(True Valour's nobleft spring)

To vindicate her Church diftreft;

To fight for Liberty oppreft;

To perish for his King.

IX.

Yet fay, if in thy fondest scope

Of thought, you ever dar'd to hope

That bounteous heaven fo foon

Would

Would pay thy toils, reward thy care,
Confenting bend to every pray'r,

And all thy wishes crown?

X.

We faw a wretch, with trait'rous aid,

Our King's and Church's rights invade:
And thine, fair Liberty!

We faw thy Hero fly to war,

Beat down Rebellion, break her spear,

And set the nation free.

XI.

Culloden's field, my glorious theme,
My rapture, vision, and my dream,
Gilds the young Hero's days:

Yet can there be one English heart

That does not give thee, Poyntz, thy part,

And own thy share of praise?

XII.

Nor is thy fame to thee decreed

For life's fhort date: when William's head,

For victories to come,

The frequent laurel shall receive:

Chaplets for thee our fons shall weave,

And hang 'em on thy tomb.

ODE

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