Nor yet for this decline the gen'rous ftrife, These ills, brave man, fhall quit thee with thy life; Alive though ftain'd by every abject slave, Secure of fame, and justice in the grave. Ah! no-when once the mortal yields to fate, The blaft of Fame's fweet trumpet founds too late, Too late to stay the fpirit on its flight, Or footh the new inhabitant of light; Who hears regardlefs, while fond man, diftrefs'd, Farewel then fame, ill fought thro' fields of blood, Farewel unfaithful promifer of good: Thou mufic, warbling to the deafen'd ear! Thou incenfe, wasted on the fun❜ral bier! Through life pursu'd in vain, by death obtain❜d, When ask'd, deny'd us, and when given, difdain'd. AN T By the Same. I. HOU dome, where Edward first enroll'd His red-cross knights and barons bold, II. Once II. Once more a fon of SPENCER waits, A name familiar to thy gates, Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd The dread of Gauls in Creffi's field. For four long centuries hath blaz❜d. III. These feats our fires, a hardy kind, Threw horse and horfeman to the ground. In after-times, as courts refin'd, Our patriots in the list were join'd, Nor only Warwick ftain'd with blood, Or Marlb❜rough near the Danube's flood, Have in their crimson croffes glow'd; These emblems Cecil did invest, And gleam'd on wife Godolphin's breast. V. So Greece, ere arts began to rife, And stern Alcides, fam'd in wars, In the blue heavens the * Lyre she ftrung, VI. Then, SPENCER, mount amid the band, Yet who more dauntless to oppose In doubtful days our home-bred foes? Who rais'd his country's wealth fo high, Names of Conftellations. VOL. I. D VII. The VII. The fage, who large of foul furveys 1 Why praise we, prodigal of fame, KEN |