Up to the walls enclos'd with flames you led, And overlook'd the works on mighty heaps of dead. In you the hero and the poet meet, Your sword is fatal, but your numbers sweet. When in Maria's praise your lyre was strung, You charm'd the heavenly nymph to whom you Oh honour! more than all thy bays, [sung. Than all the trophies fame and conquest raise, To 've charm'd Maria's breast, and gain'd Maria's praise. Indulge one grateful labour more, my Muse, A subject Friendship bids thee chuse : Let Codrington's lov'd name inspire thy thought, With such a warmth and vigour as he fought: In vain thou dost of arms and triumphs sing, Unless he crown thy verse, and tune thy sounding string, Victorious youth! your Charwell's greatest pride, The glorious palm, and deathless laurels thine : Like Phœbus' self your charming Muse hath sung, Like his your warlike bow and tuneful lyre is strung. But who fam'd William's valour dares express, No Muse can soar so high, nor fancy paint Each image will appear too faint: [verse. Too weak's the pencil's art, and all the pow'r of How calm he look'd, and how serene! Amidst the bloody labours of the field: Unmov'd he views the bullets round him fly, And dangers move with horrour by; Whilst judgment sway'd his nobler rage within, And his presaging brow with hopes of conquest smil'd, His chearful looks a gayer dress put on, His eyes with decent fury shone: Dangers but serv'd to heighten every grace, And add an awful terrour to the hero's face. Where'er in arms the great Nassau appears, Th' extreme of action 's there: Himself the thickest danger shares, Himself th' informing soul that animates the war. Heroes of old in wondrous armour fought, By some immortal artist wrought: A thousand deaths and ruins round him fied, For angels guard the prince's life and throne, As loud the British shore their voices ra'se, And thus united sing the godlike William's praise. What the fam'd Merlin's sacred verse of old And Nostradam's prophetic lines foretold; To thee, oh happy Albion 's shown, And in Nassau, the promise is out-done. Behold a prince indulgent Heaven has sent, Thy boundless wishes to content: A prophet great indeed, whose powerful hand Shall vanquish hosts of plagues, and heal the groaning land. The great Nassau now leads thy armies forth, And shows the world the British worth: Beneath his conduct they securely fight, Their cloud by day, their guardian flame by night. His bounty too shall every bard inspire, Reward their labours, and protect their lyre; For poets are to warlike princes dear, VICTORIOUS prince ! form'd for supreme command, FABLE I. THE RIVER AND THE FOUNTAINS. A RIVER, insolent with pride, And thus the rabble Waves began: "See how, by Nature's bounty strong, We whirl our legion waves along t In soft meanders winding play, And glitter in the face of day, "But thou, poor Fountain, silly soul! "Well, angry sirs, the Fountain cry'd, "And when to native mud you turn, THE MORAL. Unhappy Britain! I deplore thy fate, When juries pack'd, and brib'd, insult thy state: Like waves tumultuous, insolently wise, They tutor kings, and senators advise; Whilst old republicans direct the stream, Not France and Rome, but monarchy 's their aim: Fools rode by knaves! and paid as they deserve, ·Despis'd whilst us'd! then left to hang or starve. FABLE. II. THE LION'S TREATY OF PARTITION. A MIGHTY Lion heretofore, The Lynx and royal Panther came, Share and share like, whate'er they got, And so depart in peace. Was started for the game: Each for his share alone : Old Grey-beard then began to roar, "And thus I prove my title good; The bilk'd confederates they stare, THE MORAL. Tyrants can only be restrain'd by might, FABLE III. THE BLIND WOMAN AND HER DOCTORS. A WEALTHY matron, now grown old, Receipts she try'd, she doctors fee'd, Of men of skill, or quacks for need Salves they daub'd on, and plaisters both. Her house, though small, was furnish'd neat, All rich, and wondrous fine. Their hands found work enough! When they undamm'd their patient's eyes, I knew 't would set you right:" With naked house and walls quite scar'd, "Doctors, quoth she, your cure 's my pain, THE MORAL, See, injur'd Britain, thy unhappy case, When eighteen millions run on score: Let them clap mufflers on again, And physic thee of eighteen more. FABLE IV. THE SATYR'S ADDRESS. FIVE Satyrs of the woodland sort, Thought politicians then, Their ears prick'd up, their noses short, All beats and colds, his winds and rains; We manage for the best above, Though not so rightly understood; But since such profound squires are sent, We'll treat you like the cream of Kent." Then Jove brought out etherial fire In a gilt chafing-dish: The sparkling flame they all admire, Twas fine, they vow'd, as heart could wish: They gap'd, they grin'd, they jump'd about! Jove, give us that, the Sun put out!· The charming flames they all embrace, And soundly sing'd their paws; In corners then they sneak'd with terrour dumb, And o'er th' immortal pavements scud it home. I know thee watchful, just, and brave, Nor wolf dare show his face." But ne'er did wolves a fold infest, At regent Towser's rate: He din'd and supp'd upon the best, I know the base, the treacherous stains, I'll spare the famish'd wolf and fox, THE MORAL. When ministers their prince abuse, FABLE VI. Ill-manners never found a just pretence, And rude expressions shew a barren sense : But, when high birth descends to mean abuse, The crime runs foulest, and finds no excuse. FABLE VII. THE FOX AND WEAZLE. TO THE LATE HONOURABLE THE COMMISSIONERS OF THE PRIZE-OFFICE. A NEEDY Weazle heretofore, But what he either begg'd or stole ; But growing corpulent and round, Too small the widest chink was found: And now he squeez'd and thurst in vain, For liberty and home again. A Fox that chanc'd to stroll that way, For meditation's sake, or prey, Stood grinning at him for a while, With rogueish looks and sneering smile And though he shrewdly gave a guess, Yet ask'd him how and what's the case; And why his Weazleship would keep In durance vile, and play boh-peep. ; Quoth he, "Alack, sir, I was lean, Haggard and poor, when I came in: A skeleton, mere skin and bone! Though now so gross and bulky grown, That with good chear and dainties fed, My rump is bigger than my head. But if a helping paw you 'll lend, To force a board and serve a friend; So fain I would my bacon save, I'll kiss your foot and live your slave." Quoth Ren, "We doctors hold it best, After a long debauch, to fast: Then as for discipline, 'tis fit, You take a quantum sufficit. Slacken with abstinence your skin, And you'll return as you got in: For, till each collop you refund, You 're like to quarter in Lob's-pound." THE MORAL. Cæsar, no more in foreign camps expose Your sacred life, to Britain's generous foes> Thy dread tribunal now erect at home, And, arm'd with vengeance, to her rescue come. In power her basest enemies remain, Oppress thy subjects, and thy treasures drain : With sums immense they raise their fortunes high, Though armies starve, and fleets neglected lie. Bane of the war! curse of thy martial reign! You share the toil and dangers, they the gain : To justice then the known offenders bring, Avenge thy people, and assert the king. FABLE VIII. AN OWL AND THE SUN A SAUCY buffle-headed Owl But a more modern kind. The morn was fragrant, cool, and bright, Dispensing warmth to all: "D'ye hear, you prince of red-fac'd fools! Hot-headed puppy! foe to owls! Why this offensive blaze? And quench that flaming face. I wonder when the modest Moon Bright Phoebus smil'd at what was said, The Sun must take the blame. THE MORAL. Who libel senates, and traduce the great, Measure the public good by private hate : Interest 's their rule of love; fierce to oppose All whom superior virtue makes their foes. Thy merits, Rochester 1, thus give offence; The guilty faction hates discerning sense: [find, Thus Harley 2, Seymour 3, Howe, and Mackworth Great eye-sores to the loud rapacious kind; But, whilst in holes addressing Owls repine, Bright as the Sun their patriot names will shine. FABLE IX. THE SEA AND THE BANKE As out at sea a ruffling gale it blew, 1 Laurence Hyde, earl of Rochester, was then lord-lieutenant of Ireland. See an account of him in the Supplement to Swift. N. 2 Afterwards earl of Oxford. N 3 Charles Seymour, duke of Somerset. N 'John Howe, esq; of famous memory. N. This to the wanton billows was but sport, "Hey, slugs! d' ye hear, ye lazy hounds! The Cuckow's note was one unvary'd tone, Exceeding hoarse, yet pleas'd, she roar'd it on. Appeal was made; the judge this sentence gave, "You, sirrah, Nightingale ! Of music you some smatterings have, And may in time do well; But for substantial song, I needs must say, My friend, the Cuckow, bears the bell away." THE MORAL. Mackworth 1, who reads thy well-digested lines, Where eloquence with nervous reason shines, Down with your ramparts and obstructing mounds. Sees art and judgment flow through every page, The patriot's zeal free from indecent rage; Yet happier he that has the answer wrote, Where want of art and manners merit praise, He robs the Cuckow of her ancient bays. FABLE XL THE SUN AND THE WIND. THE Sun and Wind one day fell out With that the Wind began to rise, The non-con wrapp'd his cloak about, And see the tempest o'er. The storm being spent, with piercing rays, Which soon the zealot felt; More decently to melt. The Sun then ask'd his blustering friend, If farther yet he durst contend, And try some other way: But, conscious of so plain a truth, He put his finger in his mouth, Without a word to say. THE MORAL. Your Whigs disgrac'd, like bullies of the town, 1 Sir Humphry Mackworth, to whom Yalden addressed an excellent poetical epistle On the Mines late of Sir Carbery Price, p. 74.-SirHumphry wrote some political pamphlets about this time. N. |