On the Countess of Dr Mistress to King J II. 1680.
By the Earl of D
ELL me Dormida, why fo gay,
Why fuch Embroidery, Fringe, and Lace?
Can any Dreffes find a way
To ftop th' Approaches of Decay,
And mend a ruin'd Face?
Wilt thou ftill fparkle in the Box,
And ogle in the Ring?
Canft thou forget the Age and Pox?
Can all that fhines on Shells and Rocks.
Make thee a fine young thing?
So have I feen in Larder dark
Of Veal a lucid Loin,
'Repleat with many a hellish Spark,
As wife Philofophers remark,
At once both ftink and fhine,
The GOLDEN AGE Reftor'd. A Poem in Imitation of the fourth Paftoral of Virgil; Suppos'd to have been taken from a Sibylline Prophecy.
Icilian Mufe, begin a loftier Flight,
Not all in Trees and lowly Shrubs delight:
Or if your Rural Shades you still pursue,
Make your Shades fit for able Statesmens View.
The time is come, by antient Bards foretold, Reftoring the Saturnian Age of Gold: The Vile, Degenerate, Whiggish Off-spring ends, A High-Church Progeny from Heaven defcends.
O learned Oxford, fpare no facred Pains [reigns. To nurse the glorious Breed, now thy own B---ley And thou Great S----, darling of this Land, Do'st foremost in that fam'd Commiffion ftand; Whofe deep Remarks the lift'ning World admires, By whofe aufpicious Care old Ra----gh expires. Your mighty Genius no ftrict Rules can bind; You punish Men for Crimes, which you want time to Senates fhall now like Holy Synods be,
And Holy Synods Senate-like agree.
M-th and M-----n here inftruct the Youth,
There B--ks and Kim--ly maintain the facred Truth.
P---is and H--lin here with equal Claim,
Thro' wide West-Saxon Realms extend their Fame;
There B---ch and H--per Right Divine convey,
Nor treat their Bishops in a human Way.
Now all our Factions, all our Fears shall ceafe,
And Tories rule the promis'd Land in Peace.
Malice fhall die, and noxious Poifons fail, [rail:
Hy hall cease to trick, and S-----ur cease to
The Lambs fhall with the Lions walk unhurt,
And H----x with H--- meet civilly at Court.
Viceroys, like Providence, with diftant Care,
Shall govern Kingdoms where they ne'er appear,
Pacifick Admirals, to fave the Fleet,
Shall fly from Conqueft, and fhall Conqueft meet:
Commanders fhall be prais'd at William's Coft,
And Honour be retriev'd before 'tis loft.
Br---ton and Bur--by the Court fhall grace,
And H- fhall not difdain to fhare a Place.
Forgotten Molineux and Mafon now
Revive and fhine again in F--- and H---.
But as they stronger grow and mend their Strain, By choice Examples of King Charles's Reign';
Bold Bel---fis and Patriot Da--nant then,
One shall employ the Sword, and one the Pen:
Troops fhall be led to plunder, not to fight,
The Tool of Faction fhall to Peace invite, [unite.
And Foes to Union be imploy'd the Kingdoms to
Yet ftill fome Whigs among the Peers are found,
Like Brambles flourishing in barren Ground.
Som--rs maliciously imploys his Care
To make the Lords the Legislature share.
Bu---t declares how French Dragooning rose,
And Bishops Perfecuting Bills oppose:
Till Ro-r's cool Temper fhall be fir'd, [mir'd..
And N--th's and Not---m's ftrong Reas'nings be ad-
But when due Time their Counfels fhall mature,
And fresh Removes have made the Game fecure
When Som----et and Dev---ire give Place
To Windham's B----d, and to R-----d's Grace,
Both Converts great; when Juftice is refin'd,
And Corporations garbled to their Mind,
Then Paffive Doctrines fhall with Glory rise,
Before them hated Moderation flies,
And Antichriftian Toleration dies.
Gr---ile fhall feize the long expected Chair,
Go-in to fome Country-Seat repair;
P-ke from all Employments be debar'd, [Reward.
And Mar-gh for antient Crimes receive his just
France, that this happy Change fo wifely has begun,
Shall bless the great Defign, and bid it smoothly run.
Come on, young 7---'s Friends, this is the Time,
Receive juft Honours, and furround the Throne.
Boldly your Loyal Principles maintain,
H---s now rules the State, and R---- the Main.
Gres is at hand the Members to reward,
And Troops are trufted to your own Gr----rd.
The faithful Clubs affemble at the Vine,
And French Intrigues are broach'd o'er English Wine.
Freely the S---te the Defign proclaims,
Affronting W---m, and applauding Jes
Good antient Members with a folemn Face,
Propofe that Safety give to Order place;
And what they dare not openly diffuade,
Is by Expedients ineffectual made.
E'en F---ch and Mu---ve, whom the Court carefs,
Exalt its Praises, but its Power deprefs;
And that Impartial Juftice may be seen,
Confirm to Friends what they refus'd the Queen.
Bishops who most advanc'd Good 7's Caufe
In Church and State, now reap deferv'd Applause
While those who rather made the Tow'r their Choice,
Are ftil'd Unchriftian by the Nation's Voice.
Avow'dly now St. David's Cause thy own,
Andes's Votes for Simony atone.
Archbishop K--n fhall from Longleat be drawn, While firm Nonjurors from behind ftand crowding for the Lawn.
And thou, great W-----th, to reward thy Charge, Shalt fail to Lambeth in his Grace's Barge.
See by base Rebels 7----es the Juft betray'd, See his Three Realms by vile U----rs fway'd; Then fee with Joy his lawful H--- restor❜d, And erring Nations own their injur❜d L----.
O would kind Heaven fo long my Life maintain, Infpiring Raptures worthy fuch a Reign!
Not Thracian St. 7----ns fhould with me contend,
Nor my sweet Lays harmonious Ha---nd mend:
Not tho' young Davenant St. J---ns should protect,
Or the fhrewd Doctor Ha---nd's Lines correct.
Nay should Tr---am in St. Maws compare his Songs
to mine;
[refign.
Tr----am, tho' St. Maws were Judge, his Laurel fhould
Prepare, Aufpicious Youth, thy Friends to meet ;
Sir G---- already has prepar'd the Fleet.
Should Rival Neptune (who with envious Mind
In times of Danger ftill this Chief confin'd)
Now fend the Gout, the Hero to disgrace,
Honeft G--- Ch- may supply his Place.
A SONG by Sir George Ethridge.
Ease, anxious World, your fruitless Pain,
To grafp forbidden Store;
Your ftudy'd Labours fhall prove vain,
Your Alchymy unbleft;
Whilft Seeds of far more precious Ore
Are ripen'd in my Breast:
My Breaft, the Forge of happier Love,
Where my Lucinda lives;
And the rich Stock does fo improve,
As fhe her Art employs;
That ev'ry Smile and Touch fhe gives,
Turns all to Golden Joys.
Since then we can fuch Treasures raise,
Let's no Expence refufe
In Love let's lay out all our Days;
How can we e'er be Poor,
When ev'ry Bleffing that we use
Begets a thousand more?
A SONG by Sir George Ethridge.
N fome kind Dream upon her, Slumber, steal,
And to Lucinda, all 1 beg, reveal;
Breath gentleft Words into her Ears,
Words full of Love, but full of Fears;
Such Words as may prevail, like Pray'rs
From a Poor dying Martyr's Tongue,
By the fweet Voice of Pity fung.
Touch with the Voice the more inchanting Lute,
To make the Charms ftrike all Repulfes mute:
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