In honourable Pleasure I poffefs

The Spoils of 'Conqueft, and the Charms of Peace.
As the great Lamp by which the Globe is blefs'd,
Conftant in Toil, and ignorant of Reft,

Through diff'rent Regions does his Courfe purfue,
And leaves one World but to revive a new;
While, by a pleafing Change, the Queen of Night
Relieves his Luftre with a milder Light:

So when your Beams do diftant Nations chear,
The Partner of your Crown fhall mount the Sphere,
Able alone my Empire to fuftain,

And carry on the Glories of thy Reign-
But why has Fate maliciously decreed,
That greatest Bleffings muft by Turns fucceed?
Here the relented, and would urge his stay
By all that Fondness and that Grief could say ;
But foon did her prefaging Thoughts employ
On Scenes of Triumphs and returning Joy.
Thus, like the Tide, while her unconftant Breaft
Was fwell'd with Rapture, by Despair depress'd,
Fate call'd; the Hero muft his way pursue,
And her Cries leffen'd as the Shore withdrew.
The Winds were filent, and the gentle Main
Bore an aufpicious Omen of his Reign;
When Neptune, owning whom those Seas obey,
Nodded, and bade the cheerful Tritons play.
Each chofe a diff'rent Subject for their Lays,
But Orange was the burden of their Praise :
Some in their Strains up to the Fountain run,
From whence this Stream of Virtue first begun;
Others chofe Heroes of a later Date,

And fung the Founder of the neighb'ring State;
How daringly he Tyranny withftood,

And feal'd his Country's Freedom with his Blood;
Then to the two illuftrious Brethren came,
The glorious Rivals of their Father's Fame;

I William,

2 Maurice and Henry.

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And to the Youth, whofe pregnant Hopes out-ran
The Steps of Time, and early fhew'd the Man;
For whole Alliance Monarchs did contend,
And gave a Daughter to fecure a Friend.
But as by Nature's Law the Phenix dies,
That from its Urn a nobler Bird may rife,
So Fate ordain'd the + Parent foon fhould fet,
To make the Glories of his Heir compleat..
At William's Name each fill'd his vocal Shell,
And on the happy Sound rejoic'd to dwell:
Some fung his Birth, and how difcerning Fate
Sav'd infant Virtue against powerful Hate;
Of pois'nous Snakes by young Alcides quell'd,
And Palms that (pread the more, the more withheld.
Some fung Seneffe, and early Wonders done
By the bold Youth, himfelf a War alone
And how his firmer Courage did oppofe:
His Country's foreign and inteftine Foes;
The Lion he, who held their Arrows close..
Others fung Perfeus, and the injur'd Maid,
Redeem'd by the wing Warrior's timely Aid;
Or in mysterious Numbers did unfold
Sad, modern Truths wrapt up in Tales of old;
How Saturn, flufh'd with arbitrary Power,
Defign'd his lawful Iflue to devour;

But Jove, referv'd for better Fate, withstood
The black Contrivance of the doating God;
With Arms he came, his guilty Father fled,
'Twas Italy fecur'd his frighted Head,
And by his Flight refign'd his empty Throne,
And triple Empire to his worthier Son.

Then in one e Note t their artful Force they join,
Eager to reach the Victor and the Boyne
How on the wondring Bank the Hero flood,
Lavishly bold and defperately good;

Till Fate, defigning to convince the Brave

That they can dare no more than Heav'n can fave,

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4. His late Majefty.

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Let Death approach, and yet withheld the Sting,
Wounded the Man, diftinguishing the King.

They had enlarg'd, but found the Strain too ftrong,
And in foft Notes allay'd the bolder Song:
Flow, gentle Boyne, they cry'd, and round thy Bed
For ever may victorious Wreaths be spread;
No more may Travellers defire to know
Where Simois and Granicus did flow;
Nor Rubicon, a poor forgotten Stream,
Be or the Soldier's Rant, or Poet's Theme:
All Waters fhall unite their Fame in thee,
Loft in thy Waves as thofe are in the Sea.

They breath'd afresh, unwilling to give o'er,
And begg'd thick Mifts long to conceal the Shore:
Smooth was the liquid Plain; the fleeping Wind,
More to the Sea, than to its Mafter kind,
Detain'd a Treafure, which we value more
Than all the Deep e'er hid, or Waters bore.

But he, with a fuperior Genius born,

Treats Chance with Infolence, and Death with Scorn:
Darkness and Ice in vain obstruct his Way,

Holland is near, and Nature muft obey;

Charg'd with our Hopes the Boat fecurely rode,
For Cafar and his Fortune were the Load.
With eager Transport Belgia met her Son,
Yet trembling for the Danger he had run ;
Till certain of her Joy, the bow'd her Head,
Confefs'd her Lord, blefs'd his Return, and faid :
If Paffion by long Abfence does improve,
And makes that Rapture, which before was Love ;
Think on my old, my intermitted Blifs,
And by my former Pleasure measure this:
Nor by these feeble Pillars which I raife,
Unequal to fuftain the Hero's Praise ;
Too faint the Colours, and too mean the Art,
To represent your Glories, or my Heart:
Thefe humble Emblems are defign'd to fhow,
Not how we wou'd reward, but what we owe.

Here

!

Here from your Childhood take a fhort review,
How Holland's Happiness advanc'd with you;
How her ftout Veffel did in Triumph ride,

And mock'd her Storms, while Orange was her Guide,
What fince has been our FateI need not fay,
Ill fuiting with the Bleffings of the Day,
Our better' Fortune with our Prince was gone,
Conqueft was only there where he led on.
Like the Palladium, wherefoe'er you go,
You turn all Death and Danger on the Foe.
In you we but too fadly understood-

How Angels have their Spheres of doing Good;
Elfe the fame Soul which did our Troops poffefs,
And crown'd their daring Courage with Success,
Had taught our Fleet to triumph o'er the Main,
And Fleurus had been ftill a guiltlefs Plain.
What pity 'tis, ye Gods! an Arm and Mind
Like yours, fhou'd be to Time and Place confin'd?
But thy Return fhall fix our kinder Fate,
For thee our Councils, thee our Armies wait;
Difcording Princes fhall with thee combine,
And center all their Interefts in thine;
Proud of thy Friendfhip, fhalt forego their Sway
As Rome her great Dictator did obey;

And all united make a Gordian Knot,

Which neither Craft fhall loofe, nor Force fhall cut.

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On the late horrid Conspiracy.

HE's Youth whofe Fortune the vaft Globe obey'd,
Finding his royal Enemy betray'd,

And in his Chariot by 7 vile Hands oppress'd,
With noble Pity, and juft Rage poffefs'd,
Wept at his Fall from fo fublime a State,
And by the Traitor's Death reveng'd the Fate
Of Majefty profan'd fo acted too

The gen'rous Cæfar, when the Roman knew

5 Alexander,

6 Darius.

7 Boffus.

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A coward King had treacheroufly flain,
9 Whom scarce he foil'd on the Pharfalian Plain:
The Doom of his fam'd Rival he bemoan'd,
And the bafe Author of the Crime dethron'd.
Such were the virtuous Maxims of the Great,
Free from the fervile Arts of barb'rous Hate:
They knew no Foe, but in the open Field,
And to their Cause, and to the Gods appeal'd.
So WILLIAM acts-and if his Rivals dare
Difpute his Reign by Arms, he'll meet 'em there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the Scale,
And lets the Good, the Juft, and Brave prevail.

To the Earl of CARLISLE, upon the Death of his Son before Luxemburgh.

HE's gone! and was it then by your Decree,

Ye envious Pow'rs, that we should only fee

This Copy of your own Divinity?

Or thought ye it furpaffing human State,
To have a Bleffing lafting as 'twas great?
Your cruel Skill you better ne'er had fhown,
Since you fo foon defign'd him all your own.
Such foft'ring Favours to the Damn'd are giv'n,
When, to increase their Hell, you show 'em Heav'n.
Was it too godlike, he fhou'd long inherit
At once his Father's, and his Uncle's Spirit?
Yet as much Beauty, and as calm a Breast

As the mild Dame, whofe teeming Womb he bleft.
H' had all the Favours Providence cou'd give,
Except its own Prerogative to live;

Referv'd in Pleasures, and in Dangers bold,
Youthful in Action, and in Prudence old;
His humble Greatness, and fubm ffive State,
Made his Life full of Wonder, as his Fate;
9 Pompey.

8 Ptolemy.

One,