czer voke refute,

cannot uie;

the crown deftrov.

ewer at himmelf empier;

prive aim of the brave;

mut cecome their slave.

ty, ame the most in play, coarte allay.

is zu the pureft gold, zi exacter mould, spavate clofers fhine, - ceus and too fine; *meren new stamping bright, Sunterreit and light,

2. As he nation's turn,

asd and employ'd in fcorn;

courts too bright, the fearching light:

ening to afpire,

hey willingly retire;

as were raih misjudging fenfe vers aures of their prince;

mpacity run on,

gers witch the others fhun:

a en unners duly weigh,
em, and with care obey;

16 # feir interest, ftrive

monarca ov'd, and nation thrive. DE 37 LAT VAST prets and women reign, VE ME BIRCH, and a loofer rein.

AN

Defame those heroes who their yoke refuse,
And blast that honefty they cannot use ;
The ftrength and fafety of the crown destroy,
And the king's power against himself employ;
Affront his friends, deprive him of the brave;
Bereft of thefe, he must become their flave.
Men, like our money, come the most in play,
For being bafe, and of a coarse allay.
The richest medals, and the pureft gold,
Of native value, and exacteft mould,

By worth conceal'd, in private closets shine,
For vulgar ufe too precious and too fine;
Whilft tin and copper with new stamping bright,
Coin of bafe metal, counterfeit and light,
Do all the bufinefs of the nation's turn,

Rais'd in contempt, us'd and employ'd in scorn ;
So fhining virtues are for courts too bright,
Whofe guilty actions fly the fearching light:
Rich in themselves, difdaining to afpire,
Great without pomp, they willingly retire;
Give place to fools, whofe rash misjudging fenfe
Increases the weak measures of their prince;
They blindly and implicitly run on,

Nor fee those dangers which the others fhun :
Who, flow to act, each business duly weigh,
Advife with freedom, and with care obey ;
With wisdom fatal to their intereft, ftrive
To make their monarch lov'd, and nation thrive.
Such have no place where priests and women reign,
Who love fierce drivers, and a loofer rein.

ΑΝ

AN EPISTLE

TO

CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,

Occafioned by his Majesty's Victory in Ireland.

WHAT

THAT! fhall the king the nation's genius raise,
And make us rival our great Edward's days;
Yet not one Muse, worthy a conqueror's name,
Attend his triumphs, and record his fame ?
Oh, Dorset you alone this fault can mend,
The Mufes' darling, confident, and friend ;
The poets are your charge, and, if unfit,
You should be fin'd to furnish abler wit;
Oblig'd to quit your eafe, and draw again,
To paint the greatest hero, the best pen.

A hero, who thus early doth out-fhine
The ancient honours of his glorious line;
And, foaring more fublimely to renown,
The memory of their pious triumphs drown;
Whofe actions are deliver'd o'er to fame,
As types and figures of his greater name.
When fate fome mighty genius has defign'd,
For the relief and wonder of mankind,
Nature takes time to answer the intent,
And climbs, by flow degrees, the steep afcent:

She toils and labours with the growing weight,

And watches carefully the fteps of fate;
Till all the feeds of providence unite,
To set the hero in a happy light;

Then, in a lucky and propitious hour,
Exerts her force, and calls forth all her power.
In Nassau's race she made this long essay ;
Heroes and patriots prepar'd the way,

And promis'd, in their dawn, this brighter day;
A public fpirit diftinguish'd all the line,

Succeffive virtues in each branch did fhine,

Till this laft glory rofe, and crown'd the great defign.
Bleft be his name! and peaceful lie his grave,
Who durft his native foil, loft Holland, fave!
But William's genius takes a wider scope,
And gives the injur'd, in all kingdoms, hope;
Born to fubdue infulting tyrants' rage,

The ornament and terror of the age;
The refuge where afflicted nations find
Relief from thofe oppreffors of mankind,
Whom laws reftrain not, and no oaths can bind.
Him, their deliverer Europe does confefs,
All tongues extol, and all religions bless ;
The Po, the Danube, Boetis, and the Rhine,
United in his praise, their wonder join;
While, in the public caufe, he takes the field,
And shelter'd nations fight behind his fhield.
His foes themselves dare not applause refuse :
And fhall fuch actions want a faithful Muse?

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