But evils are of neceffary growth,

To rouze the brave, and banish sloth;
And fome are born to win the stars,

By fweat and blood, and worthy scars.
Heroic virtue is by action feen,

And vices ferve to make it keen;

And as gigantic tyrants rise,

NASSAUS and CHURCHILLS leave the skies,
The earth-born monsters to chastise.

V.

If, heav'nly Mufe, you burn with a defire
To praise the man whom all admire;
Come from thy learn'd Caftalian fprings,
And ftretch aloft thy Pegafean wings :
Strike the loud Pindaric ftrings,
Like the lark who foars and fings;

And as you fail the liquid fkies,

2

Caft on Menapian fields your weeping eyes:

For weep they furely muft,

To fee the bloody annual facrifice;

To think how the neglected duft,

Which with contempt is bafely trod,

Was once the limbs of captains, brave and juft,
The mortal part of fome great demi-god;

a The Menapii were the ancient inhabitants of Flanders.

Who for thrice fifty years of ftubborn war,
With flaught'ring arms, the gun and fword,
Have dug the mighty fepulchre,

And fell as martyrs on record,

Of tyranny aveng'd, and liberty restor❜d.

VI.

See, where at Audenard, with heaps of flain,
Th' heroic man, infpir'dly brave,

Mowing across, beftrews the plain,

And with new tenants crowds the wealthy grave.
His mind unfhaken at the frightful scene,
His looks as chearfully ferene,

The routed battle to pursue,

As once adorn'd the Paphian queen,
When to her Thracian paramour fhe flew.
The gath'ring troops he kens from far,
And with a bridegroom's paffion and delight,
Courting the war, and glowing for the fight,
The new Salmoneus meets the Celtic thunderer.
Ah, curfed pride! infernal dream!

Which drove him to this wild extream,

That duft a deity should seem;

Be thought, as through the wondering ftreets he rode,

A man immortal, or a god:

With rattling brass, and trampling horse,

Should counterfeit th' inimitable force

Of divine thunder: horrid crime!

But vengeance is the child of time,
And will too furely be repaid
On his profane devoted head,
Who durft affront the powers above,
And their eternal flames difgrace,

Too fatal, brandish'd by the real Jove,

Or Pallas, who affumes, and fills his aweful place:

VII.

C

The British Pallas! who, as Homer's did

For her lov'd Diomede,

Her hero's mind with wifdom fills,

And heav'nly courage in his heart instils.

Hence through the thickest squadrons does he ride, With ANNA's angels by his fide.

With what uncommon speed

He fpurs his foaming fiery steed,

And pushes on through midmoft fires,

Where France's fortune, with her fons, retires!

b VICEM GERIT ILLA TONANTIS.

Homer, in his fifth Iliad, because his hero is to do wonders beyond the power of man, premifes, in the beginning, that Pallas had peculiarly fitted him for that day's exploits.

Now

Now here, now there, the sweeping ruin flies;

As when the Pleiades arise,

The fouthern wind afflicts the skies,

Then, mutt'ring o'er the deep, buffets th' unruly brine,

'Till clouds and water feem to join.

Or as a dyke cut by malicious hands,

O'erflows the fertile Netherlands;

Through the wide yawn, th' impetuous fea,

Lavish of his new liberty,

Bestrides the vale, and, with tumultuous noise,

Bellows along the delug'd plain

Pernicious to the rip'ning grain;

Far as th' horizon he destroys :

[reign.

The weeping shepherd from an hill bewails the wat❜ry

VIII.

So rapid flows the unimprison'd stream!

So ftrong the force of MINDELHEIM !

Indomitas prope qualis undas
Exercit aufter, pleiadum choro
Scindente nubes, impiger hoftium
Vexare turmas, & frementem
Mittere equum medios per ignes.
Sic tauriformis volvitur Aufidus,
Qui regna Dauni præfluit Appuli,
Cum fævit, horrendam quo
cultis
Diluviem meditatur agris.

In

In vain the woods of Audenard

Would fhield the Gaul, a fenceless guard. As foon may whirl-winds be with-held, As MARLB'ROUGH's footsteps o'er the foaming Scheld. In vain the torrent would oppose,

In vain arm'd banks, and hosts of foes:

The foes with coward-hafte retire,

Fly fafter than the river flows,

And fwifter than our fire.

Vendofme from far upbraids their fhame,
And pleads his royal master's fame.

By Conde's mighty ghoft," he cries,

"By Turenne, Luxemburgh, and all "Thofe noble fouls, who fell a facrifice

"At Lens, at Fleurus, and at Landen fight,

Stop, I conjure, your ignominious flight.".

But Fear is deaf to Honour's call.

Each frowning threat and foothing pray'r

Is loft in the regardless air:

As well he may

The billows of the ocean stay;

* Near this place the prince of Condè gave the Spaniards a

very great overthrow, 1648.