His Wit, his Art, and copious Eloquence, Nor lefs in Council did his Weight appear, Thou mighty Prince, who from perfidious Power Say, if thy chofen Minifters, who fate With thee to guide the great Machine of State, A more confummate Character could boast, Oh! had kind Heav'n (if Prayers were not too late) Another Luftrum added to his Date, How would his Head, his Heart, his Hand confpire, How How would his Bosome beat with Joy to see, Wealth from all Lands, and Homage from all Courts. But Sov'reign Heav'n, whofe Ways are ever wife, Thus the great Leader of the Hebrew Bands, Through op'ning Billows, and o'er burning Sands, From Egypt's Yoak, and haughty Pharaoh's Chains, To Canaan's fruitful Hills, and flow'ry Plains, From Pifgha's Height the promis'd Land defcry'd; More was forbid; he faw, Rejoyc'd, and dy’d. SONG. SONG. By a Gentleman on a LADY's finging an Anfwer of her own Compofing, to a Copy of Verfes be had formerly made in her Praife. I, AH, Clie! Had thy diftant Lays Attack'd my weaker fide, And thou had'ft only writ to raise An empty Poet's Pride; With merry Glee then all Day long, Thy Wit, thy Verfe had been my Song. II. But to the Lines which thou haft writ, It was a cruel Choice To add new Force, and Grace thy Wit Wit only Points, but Lip and Eye With, &c. III. Thy III. Thy Dawning Muse thou should't have fent Forerunner to thy Sun, And not have fpread the Firmament At once with Height of Noon; To banish Darkness it was kind, But Cruel thus to ftrike me Blind. With, &c. When kindled Skies their Light'nings broach, At diftance they appear, To warn us of their first approach, And for the Storm prepare; But But Flashes unexpected fright, They melt the Soul, and pierce the Sight. VI. But you, Fair Nymph, no Time allow, And whilst your Beauty makes us Glow, But when the Mufe affumes the part, VII. The Delphick God by Female Tongues From horrid Looks thro' untun'd Lungs But the whole God in thee does meet, VIII. Had Sappho thus to Phaon writ, She had escap'd the Wave, The |