W AN D By Mr. Coв Ba. I. E. HAT can the British fenate give, To make the name of ANNA live, By future people to be fung, The labour of each grateful tongue? To th' unborn children of fucceeding time? a Samuel Cobb, affiftant mafter of the grammar fchool of Christ's Hospital; where he was himself educated, and from whence he was elected to Trinity College, Cambridge, at which place he took the degree of master of arts. He died at London in 1713, and was interred in the cloyster of Christ's hospital. Dr. Watts efteemed this ode as the trueft, and beft pindaric he had ever read. It is reprinted in the Gentleman's Magazine 1753, with fome alterations by that author. Can Can painters' oil, or ftatuaries' art, No! titled ftatues are but empty things, The facrifice of flattery To lawless Neros, or Bourbonian kings. No useless ornament requires From speaking colours, or from breathing brass. II. Greatest of princes! where the wand'ring fun From th' eastern barriers to the western goal, With fwiftness equal to his own : Thee on the banks of Flandrian Scaldis fings The jocund fwain, releas'd from Gallic fear; The English voice unus'd to hear, Thee the repeating banks, thee every valley rings. III. The fword of heav'n how pious ANNA wields, And heav'nly vengeance on the guilty deals, Let the twice fugitive Bavarian tell; Who, from his airy hope of better state, By luft of sway irregularly great, Like an apoftate angel fell: Who, by imperial favour rais'd, Who durft affault the throne of God; The firft in folid mifery, Monarch of hell, and woes, and everlasting night. And foul ambition, like an evil wind, And if a feraph fall, he's doubly curft. IV. Had guile, and pride, and envy grown Nor ever had on earth the baleful crop been fown j The Flandrian glebe, a guiltless field: But evils are of neceffary growth, To rouze the brave, and banish sloth; Heroic virtue is by action feen, And vices ferve to make it keen ; And as gigantic tyrants rife; NASSAUS and CHURCHILLS leave the skies, The earth-born monsters to chastife. V. If, heav'nly Mufe, you burn with a defire And as you fail the liquid fkies, b Caft on Menapian fields your weeping eyes: To fee the bloody annual facrifice; To think how the neglected duft; Was once the limbs of captains, brave and juft, And fell as martyrs on record, Öf tyranny aveng'd, and liberty reftor❜d. The Menapii were the ancient inhabitants of Flanders. VOL. I. F VI. See, VI. See, where at Audenard, with heaps of flain, And with new tenants crowds the wealthy grave. His looks as cheerfully ferene, The routed battle to pursue, As once adorn'd the Paphian queen, Which drove him to this wild extreme, Be thought, as through the wondering ftreets he rode, With rattling brafs, and trampling horse, Of divine thunder: horrid crime! Too fatal, brandish'd by the real Jove, с Or Pallas, who affumes, and fills his aweful place : VICEM GERIT ILLA TONANTIS, VII. The |