Will you still tempt the great avenger's blow, To make you feek new Prestons and Dumblains ? Yet those of mercy fure-fhould longer laft. Your harden'd hearts to these repeated strokes ? To conquer monsters, and to grow divine. THE ON KING OF SPAIN. PALLAS, deftructive to the Trojan line, Raz'd their proud walls, though built by hands divine: But Love's bright goddess, with propitious grace, Thus the fam'd empire where the Iber flows, VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE KIT.CAT-CLUB. 1703. LADY CARLISLE. CARLISLE's a name can every Muse inspire; To Carlisle fill the glass, and tune the lyre. With his lov'd bays the God of Day shall crown A wit and luftre equal to his own. THE SAME. way, AT once the Sun and Carlisle took their To warm the frozen north, and kindle day; The flowers to both their glad creation ow'd, Their virtues he, their beauties fhe bestow'd. LADY ESSEX. THE braveft hero, and the brightest dame, THE SAME. To Effex fill the sprightly wine; LADY HYDE. THE God of Wine grows jealous of his art, He only fires the head, but Hyde the heart. The Queen of Love looks on, and smiles to fee A nymph more mighty than a deity. ON LADY HYDE IN CHILD-BED. HYDE, though in agonies, her graces keeps, But her bright offspring is the chearful morn. LADY WHARTON. WHEN Jove to Ida did the gods invite, And in immortal toafting pafs'd the night, With more than nectar he the banquet bless'd, For Wharton was the Venus of the feaft. PROLOGUE, DESIGNED FOR TAMER LA N E. TO-DAY a mighty hero comes, to warm His fword deftroys less than his mercy faves, Afk his protection, and yet grudge his power. Britons, for fhame! your factious feuds decline, He shows you your loft honour to retrieve; Our troops will fight, when once the senate give. One vote will then send Anjou back to France; Elfe to the Mantuan foil he may repair, Ev'n abdicated Gods were Latium's care, At worst, he'll find fome Cornish borough here. PROLOGUE } TO THE MUSICK-MEETING IN YORK-BUILDINGS. WHERE mufick and more powerful beauties reign, Here their foft magick those two Syrens try, Why should we then the wondrous tales admire, How mountains mov'd, and rapid ftreams ftood still! The wonder greater, and the fiction lefs. |