For as the fun ne'er ftops his radiant flight,
Nor fets but with impartial ray
To all who want his light
Alternately transfers the day :
So in the glorious round of fame,
Great Marlborough, ftill the fame,
Inceffant runs his courfe:

To climes remote, and near,

His conquering arms by turns appear, And univerfal is his aid and force.

I.

Attempt not to proceed, unwary Mufe,

For O! what notes, what numbers could'ft thou chufe Though in all numbers skill'd-:

To fing the hero's matchlefs deed,

Which Belgia fav'd, and Brabant freed;

To fing Ramillia's day! to which muft yield Cannæ's illuftrious fight, and fam'd Pharfalia's field.

II.

In the fhort course of a diurnal fun,
Behold the work of many ages done!

What verfe fuch worth can raife?

Luftre and life, the Poet's art

To middle virtue may impart;

But deeds fublime, exalted high like thefe, Transcend his utmost fight; and mock his distant praise.

Still would the willing Mufe afpire,

With transport ftill her ftrains prolong;
But fear unftrings the trembling lyre,

And admiration ftops her fong.

Go

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 juft favour, and thy Country's love.

To the Right Honourable the

EARL OF GODOLPHIN,

Lord HIGH-TREASURER of GREAT BRITAIN.

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PINDA RIC O D E.

Quemvis mediâ.erue turbâ :

"Aut ob avaritiam, aut miserâ 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.

סי

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 pass 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

11.

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 felfish ends decreed, Through blood or rapine they proceed; No anxious thoughts of ill repute Sufpend th' impetuous and unjust pursuit: 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 fhall joyless hear

The Mufes' harmony!

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

Which pious minds to rapture raise,

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 skies,

And now,

beneath the burning hill

Of dreadful Etna lies.

Hearing the lyre's celeftial found,
He bellows in th' abyss profound;
Sicilia trembles at his roar,

Tremble the feas, and far Campania's shore;
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 most pleasing 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 the fings.

I.

Whether affairs of most 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