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Where he gives on, disposing of their fates, Thus cry the people ;-and, their land to keep,
Terrour, and death, on his loud cannon waits, Allow our title to command the deep :
With which he pleads his brother's cause so well, Blaming their States' ill conduct, to provoke
He shakes the throne to which he does appeal. Those arms, which freed them from the Spanish yoke.
The sea with spoils his angry bullets strow,

Painter ! excuse me, if I have awhile
Widows and orphans making as they go :

Forgot thy art, and us'd another style:
Before his ship, fragments of vessels torn,

For, though you draw arm'd heroes as they sit,
Flags, arms, and Belgian carcasses, are bome, The task in battle does the Muses fit:
And his despairing foes, to flight inclin'd,

They, in the dark confusion of a fight,
Spread all their canvass to invite the wind.

Discover all, instruct us how to write, So the rude Boreas, where he lists to blow,

And light and honour to brave actions yield,
Makes clouds above, and billows fly below,

Hid in the smoke and tumult of the field.
Beating the shore; and with a boisterous rage, Ages to come shall know that leader's toil,
Does Heaven at once, and Earth, and sea, engage. And his great name, on whom the Muses smile:

The Dutch, elsewhere, did through the wat’ry field Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace,
Perform enough to have made others yield; And this relation with thy colours grace.
But English courage, growing as they fight, Then draw the parliament, the nobles inet;
In danger, noise, and slaughter takes delight: And our great monarch 9 high above them set:
Their bloody task, unweary'd still, they ply, Like young Augustus let his image be,
Only restrain'd by death or victory.

Triumphing for that victory at sea,
Iron and lead, from Earth's dark entrails torn, Where Egypt's queen "o, and eastern kings, o'er-
Like showers of hail, from either side are borne: Made the possession of the world his own. (thrown,
So high the rage of wretched mortals goes,

Last draw the commons at his royal feet,
Hurling their mother's bowels at their foes ! Pouring out treasure to supply his fleet:
Ingenious to their ruin, every age

They vow with lives and fortune to maintain
Improves the arts and instruments of rage: Their king's eternal title to the main :
Death-hastening ills Nature enough has sent, And, with a present to the duke, approve
And yet men still a thousand more invent! His valour, conduct, and his country's love.

But Bacchus now, which led the Belgians on
So fierce at first, to favour us begun:
Brandy and wine (their wonted friends) at length

TO THE KING.
Render them useless, and betray their strength.
So corn in fields, and in the garden flow'rs,

Great sir! disdain not in this piece to stand
Revive, and raise themselves, with moderate showers; Supreme commander both of sea and land:
But, overcharg'd with never-ccasing rain,

Those which inhabit the celestial bower
Become too moist, and bend their heads again. Painters express with emblems of their power;
Their reeling ships on one another fall,

His club Alcides, Phæbus has his bow,
Without a foe, enough to ruin all.

Jove has his thunder, and your navy you. Of this disorder, and the favouring wind,

But your great providence no colours here The watchful English such advantage find,

Can represent, nor pencil draw that care, Ships fraught with fire among the heap they throw, Which keeps you waking to secure our peace, And up the so-intangled Belgians blow.

The nation's glory, and our trade's increase: The flame invades the powder-rooms; and then

You, for these ends, whole days in council sit; Their guns shoot bullets, and their vessels nien.

And the diversions of your youth forget. The scorch'd Batavians on the billows float;

Small were the worth of valour and of force, Sent from their own, to pass in Charon's, boat.

If your high wisdom govern'd not their course : And now our royal admiral success

You as the soul, as the first mover, you (With all the marks of victory) does bless:

Vigour and life on every part bestow : The burning ships, the taken, and the slain,

How to build ships, and dreadful ordnance cast, Proclaim his triumph o'er the conquer'd main.

Instruct the artists, and reward their haste. Nearer to Holland as their hasty flight

So Jove himself, when Typhon Heaven does brave, Carries the noise and tumult of the fight,,

Descends to visit Vulcan's smoky cave, His cannons' roar, forerunner of his fame,

Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame Makes their Hague tremble, and their Amsterdam: His thunder, mix'd with terrour, wrath, and flame. The British thunder does their houses rock,

Had the old Greeks discover'd your abode, And the duke seems at every door to knock.

Crete had not been the cradle of their god : His dreadful streamer (like a comet's hair,

On that small island they had look'd with scom; Threatening destruction) hastens their despair;

And in Great Britain thought the thunderer born. Makes them deplore their scatter'd fleet as lost, And fear our present landing on their coast.

The trembling Dutch th' approaching pripce beAs sheep a lion, leaping tow'rds their fold: (hold, RUIN OF THE TURKISH EMPIRE: Those piles, which serve them to repel the main, They think too weak his fury to restrain.

PRESENTED TO HIS MAJESTY KING JAMES II. ON HIS “What wonders may not English valour work, Led by th' example of victorious York ?

Since James the Second grac'd the British throne, Or what defence against him can they make, Truce, well-observ'd, has been infring'd by none : Who, at such distance, does their country shake? His fatal hand their bulwarks will o'erthrow;

9 King Charles II.

1* Cleopatra. And let in both the ocean and the foe."

King Charles II.

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A PRESACE OF THE

BIRTH-DAY

1

Own.

THESE VERSES WERE WRIT IN THE TASSO OF

Christians to him their present union owe, Wishing you may with as great pleasure view And late success against the common foe:

This, as we take in gazing upon you. While neighb'ring princes, loath to urge their fate, Thus we writ then : your brighter eyes inspire Court his assistance, and suspend their hate. A nobler flame, and raise our genius high’r. So angry bulls the combat do forbear,

While we your wit and early knowledge fcar, When from the wood a lion does appear.

To our productions we become severe: This happy day peace to our island sent, Your matchless beauty gives our fancy wing; As nos he gives it to the continent.

Your judgment makes us careful how we sing. A prince more fit for such a glorious task,

Lines not compos'd, as heretofore, in haste, Than England's king, from Heaven we cannot ask : Polish'd like marble, sball like marble last, He (great and good !) proportion'd to the work, And make you through as many ages shine, Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk. As Tasso has the heroes of your line.

Such kings, like stars with influence unconfin'd, Though other names our wary writers use, Shine with aspect propitious to mankind,

You are the subject of the British Muse : Favour the innocent, repress the bold,

Dilating mischief to yourself unknown, And, while they flourish, make an Age of Gold. Men write, and die of wounds they dare not

Bred in the camp, fam'd for his valour young; At sea snccessful, vigorous, and strong;

So the bright sun burns all our grass away,
His fleet, his army, and his mighty mind,

While it means nothing but to give us day.
Esteem and reverence through the world do find.
A prince, with such advantages as these,
Where he persuades not, may commaud a peace.
Britain declaring for the juster side,

HER ROYAL HIGIINESS.
The most ambitious will forget their pride :
They that complain will their endeavours cease,

Tasso knew how the fairer sex to grace;
Advis'd by him, inclin'd to present peace,

But in no one durst all perfection place: Joen to the Turk's destruction, and then bring

In her alone that owns this book, is seen All their pretences to so just a king.

Clorinda's spirit, and her lofty mien, If the successful troublers of mankind,

Sophronja's piety, Erminia's truth, With laurel crown'd, so great applause do find ; Armida's charms, her beauty, and her youth. Shall the vex'd world less honour yield to those Our princess here, as in a glass, does dress That stop their progress, and their rage oppose? Her well-taught mind, and every grace express. Next to that power which does the ocean awe,

More to our wonder than Rinaldo fought, k to set bounds, and give ambition law.

The hero's race excels the poet's thought.
The British monarch shall the glory have,
That famous Greece remains no longer slave:
That source of art, and cultivated thought!
Which they to Rome, and Romans hither, brought.

The bapish'd Muses shall no longer mour;
But may with liberty to Greece return:

MRS. HIGGONS. Though slaves (like birds that sing not in a cage)

INGENIO They lost their genius and poetic rage;

Nious Higgons never songht Homers again, and Pindars, may be found;

To hide the candour of her thought; And his great actions with their numbers crown'd. And now her clothes are lost, we find The Turk's vast empire does united stand :

The nymph as naked as her mind : Christians, divided under the command

Like Eve while yet she w untaught Of jarting princes, would be soon undone,

To hide herself or know a fault. Did not this hero make their interest one:

For a snatch'd ribbon she would frown, Peace to embrace, ruin the common foe,

But cares too little for her gown; Exalt the cross, and lay the crescent low.

It makes her laugh, and all her grief Thus may the gospel to the rising Sun

Is lest it should undo the thief. Be spread, and flourish where it first begun :

Already she begins to stretch And this great day (so justly honour'd here!)

Her wit, to save the guilty wretch, known to the East, and celebrated there!)

And says, she was of goods bereft

By her own bounty, not by theft. Hæc ego longævus cecini tibi, maxime regum!

She thought not fit to keep her clothes
Ausus et ipse manu juvenum tentare laborem.

Till they were eaten up with moths,
Virg.

But made a nobler use of store,

To cloth the naked and the poor.
TO THE DUTCHESS,

Should all that do approve the fair

Her loss contribute to repair, THEN HE PRESENTED THIS BOOK TO HER ROYAL

Of London she would have the fate,

And rise (undone) in greater state, Maday! I here present you with the rage, In points, and hoods, and Indian gown, And with the beauties of a former age,

As glorious as the new-built town.

ON

HIGHNESS.

OF

Sad fate of unbelievers, and yet just,
Among themselves to find so little trust!

Were Scripture silent, Nature would proclaim,
DIVINE LOVE.

Without a God, our falsehood and our shame.
A POEM IN SIX CANTOS.

To know our thoughts the object of his eyes,

Is the first step tow'rds being good or wise; Floriferis ut apes in saluibus omnia libant; For though with judgment we on things reflect, Sic nos Scripturæ depascimur aurea dicta;

Our will determines, not our intellect: Aurea ! perpetuâ semper dignissima vitâ ! ...... Slaves to their passion, reason men employ Nam Divinus Amor cùm cæpit vociferari, Only to compass what they would enjoy. Diffugiunt animi terrores......

His fear, to guard us from ourselves, we need ;

And Sacred Writ our reason does exceed.
Lucret. Lib. iii.

For though Heaven shows the glory of the Lord, Exul eram, requiesque mihi,non fama, petita est, Yet something shines more glorious in his word:

Mens intenta suis ne foret usque malis: His mercy this (which all his work excels!)
Namque ubi mota calent sacrâ mea pectora Musâ, His tender kindness and compassion tells :
Altior humano spiritus ille malo est.

While we, inform'd by that celestial book,
Ovid. de Trist. Lib. iv. El. 1. Into the bowels of our maker look.

Love there reveald (which never shall have end,

Nor had beginning) shall our song commend; THE ARGUMENTS.

Describe itself, and warm us with that flame, 1. Asserting the authority of the Scripture, in which Which first fronio Heaven, to make us happy, came. this love is revealed.

CANTO II. II. The preference and love of God to man in the The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, creation.

Savours too much of private interest. III. The same love more amply declared in our This mov'd not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, redemption.

Who for their friends abandon'd soul and all : IV. How necessary this love is to reform mankind, A greater yet from Heaven to Hell descends, and how excellent in itself.

To save, and make his enemies his friends. V. Showing how happy the world would be, if this What line of praise can fathom such a love, love were universally embraced.

Which reach'd the lowest bottom from above?

The royal prophet?, that extended grace VI. Of preserving this love in our memory; and From Heaven to Earth, measur'd but half that space. how useful the contemplation thereof is.

The Law was regnant, and confin'd his thought;
Hell was not conquer'd when that poet wrote:

Heaven was scarce heard of, until He came down
CANTO I.

To make the region where love triumphs known. The Grecian Muse has all their gods surviv'd, That early love of creatures yet unmade, Nor Jove at us, nor Phæbus, is arriv'd :

To frame the world th' Almighty did persuade; Frail deities ! which first the poets made,

For love it was that first created light, And then invok'd, to give their fancies aid.

Mov'd on the waters, chas'd away the night Yet, if they still divert us with their rage,

From the rude chaos, and bestow'd new grace What may be hop'd for in a better age,

On things dispos'd of to their proper place; When, not from Helicon's imagin'd spring, Some to rest here, and some tu shine above: But Sacred Writ, we borrow what we sing? Earth, sea, and Heaven, were all th' effects of love. This with the fabric of the world begun,

And love would be return'd. But there was none Elder than light, and shall out-last the sun. That to themselves or others yet were known: Before this oracle, like Dagon, all

The world a palace was, without a guest, The false pretenders, Delphos, Ammon, fall: Till one appears, that must excel the rest : Long since despis'd and silent, they afford

One! like the author, whose capacious mind Honour and triumph to th' Eternal Word.

Might, by the glorious work, the maker find; As late philosophy our globe has grac'd, Might measure Heaven, and give each star a name, And rolling Earth among the planets plac'd, With art and courage the rough ocean tame; So has this book entitled us to Heaven,

Over the globe with swelling sails might go, And rules, to guide us to that mansion, given: And that 'tis round by his experience know; Tells the conditions bow our peace was made, Make strongest beasts obedient to his will, And is our pledge for the great author's aid. And serve his use the fertile earth to till. His power in Nature's ample book we find; When, by his word, God had accomplish'd all, But the less volume does express his mind.

Man to create he did a council call: This light unknown, bold Epicurus taught, Employ'd his hand, to give the dust he took That his blest gods vouchsafe us not a thought, A graceful figure and majestic look: But unconcern'd let all below them slide,

With his own breath, convey'd into his breast As fortune does, or human wisdom, guide.

Life, and a soul fit to command the rest. Religion thus remov'd, the sacred yoke,

Worthy alone to celebrate his name And band of all society, is broke.

For such a gift, and tell from whence it came. What use of oaths, of promise, or of test,

Birds sing his praises in a wilder note; Where men regard no god but interest ?

But not with lasting numbers, and with thought, What endless war would jealous nations tear, If none above did witness what they swear!

2 David.

Blan's great prerogative! But above all

With love, of all created things the best; His grace abounds in his new fav’rite's fall. Without it, more pernicious than the rest. If he create, it is a world he makes;

For greedy wolves unguarded sheep devour If he be angry, the creation shakes :

But while their hunger lasts, and then give o'er: From his just wrath our guilty parents fled; Man's boundless avarice his want exceeds, He curst the Earth, but bruis'd the serpent's head. And on his neighbours round about him feeds. Amidst the storm, his bounty did exceed,

His pride and vain ambition are so vast, In the rich promise of the Virgin's seed :

That, deluge-like, they lay whole nations waste: Though justice death, as satisfaction, craves, Debauches and excess (though with less noise) Love finds a way to pluck us from our graves. As great a portion of mankind destroys.

The beasts and monsters Hercules opprest
CANTO III.

Might, in that age, some provinces infest:
Not willing terrour should his image move, These more destructive monsters are the bane
He gives a pattern of eternal love;

Of ev'ry age, and in all nations reign, His son descends, to treat a peace with those But soon would vanish, if the world were bless'd Which were, and must have ever been, his foes. With sacred love, by which they are repress'd. Poor be became, and left his glorious seat,

Impendent death, and guilt that threatens Hell, To make us humble, and to make us great : Are dreadful guests, which here with mortals dwell; His business here was happiness to give

And a vex'd conscience, mingling with their joy To those, whose malice could not let him live. Thoughts of despair, does their whole life annoy:

Legions of angels, which he might have us'd, But, love appearing, all those terrours fly; (For us resolv'd to perish) he refus'd :

We live contented, and contented die. While they stood ready to prevent his loss, They, in whose breast this sacred love has place, Love took him up, and nail'd him to the cross. Death, as a passage to their joy, embrace. Inmortal lose! which in his bowels reign'd, Clouds and thick vapours, which obscure the day, That we might be by such great love constrain'd The Sun's victorious beams may chase away; To make return of love: upon this pole

Those which our life corrupt and darken, Love Oor duty does, and our religion, roll.

(The nobler star!) must from the soul remove. To love is to believe, to hope, to know;

Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the year; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

This brighter Sun moves in a boundless sphere:
He to proud potentates would not be known; Of Heaven the joy, the glory, and the light;
Of those that lov'd him, he was hid from none. Shines among angels, and admits no night.
Till love appear, we live in anxious doubt;
But spoke will vanish when that flame breaks out;

CANTO V.
This is the fire that would consume our dross, This Iron Age (so fraudulent and bold !)
Refine, and make us richer by the loss.

Touch'd with this love, would be an Age of Gold: Could se forbear dispute, and practise love, Not, as they feign'd, that oaks should honey drop, We should agree, as angels do above.

Or land neglected bear an unsown crop: Where love presides, not vice alone does find Love would make all things easy, safe, and cheap; No entrance there, but virtues stay behind : None for himself would either sow or reap : Both faith and hope, and all the meaner train Our ready help and mutual love would yield Of moral virtues, at the door remain.

A nobler harvest than the richest field. Love only enters as a native there ;

Famine and death, confin'd to certain parts, For, born in Heaven, it does but sojourn here. Extended are by barrenness of hearts.

He that alone would wise and mighty be, Some pine for want, where others surfeit now; Commands that others love as well as he.

But then we should the use of plenty know. Lore as he lov'd!-How can we soar so high? Love would betwixt the rich and needy stand, He can add wings, when he commands to fly. And spread Heaven's bounty with an equal hand; Nor should we be with this command dismay'd; At once the givers and receivers bless, He that examples gives, will give his aid: Increase their joy, and make their suff'ring less. For he took flesh, that, where his precepts fail, Who for himself no miracle would make, His practice, as a pattern, may prevail.

Dispensod with sev'ral for the people's sake: His love at once, and dread instruct our thought; He that, long-fasting, would no wonder show, As man he suffer'd, and as God he taught. Made loaves and fishes, as they ate them, grow. Will for the deed he takes: we may with ease Of all his pow'r, which boundless was above, Obedient be, for if we love, we please.

Here he us'd none, but to express his love: Weak though we are, to love is no hard task, And such a love would make our joy exceed, And love for lore is all that Heaven does ask. Not when our own, but other mouths, we feed. Lore! that would all men just and temp'rate make, Laws would be useless, which rude nature awe; Kind to themselves and others for his sake. Love, changing nature, would prevent the law:

'Tis with our minds as with a fertile ground, Tigers and lions into dens we thrust, Wanting this love, they must with weeds abound, But milder creatures with their freedom trust. (Coruly passions) whose effects are worse

Devils are chain'd and tremble; but the Spouse Than thoms and thistles, springing from the curse. No force but love, nor bond but bounty, knows.

Men (whom we now so fierce and dangerous see) CANTO IV.

Would guardian-angels to each other be: To glory man, or misery, is born,

Such wonders can this mighty love perform, Of his proud foe the envy or the scorn:

Vultures to doves, wolves into lambs transform! Wretched he is, or happy, in extreme;

Love what Isaiah prophesy'd can do,
Ea e in himself, but great in Heaven's esteem: Exalt the vallies, lay the mountains low,

Humble the lofty, the rejected raise, (ways. Notes, whose strong charms the dullest ear might Smooth and make straight our rough and crooked

move, Love, strong as death, and like it, levels all; And melt the hardest heart in flames of love; With that possess'd, the great in title fall, Notes, whose seraphic raptures speak a mind Themselves esteem but equal to the least, From human thoughts and earthly dross refin'd ; Whom Heaven with that high character has blest. So just their harmony, so high their flight, This love, the centre of our union, can

With joy I read them, and with wonder write. Alone bestow complete repose on man,

Sure, happy saint, this noble song was given Tame his wild appetite, make inward peace, To fit thee for th' approaching joys of Heaven: And foreign strife among the nations cease. Love, wondrous love, whose conquest was thy theme, No martial trumpet should disturb our rest, Has taught thy soul the airy way to climb: Nor princes arm, though to subdue the East, Love snatch'd thee, like Elijah, to the sky, Where for the tomb so many heroes (taught

In flames that not consume, but purify: By those that guided their devotion) fought. There, with thy fellow-angels mix’d, and free Thrice happy we, could we like ardour have From the dull load of dim mortality, To gain his love, as they to win his grave! Thou feel'st new joys, and feed'st thy ravish'd sight, Love as he lov'd! A love so unconfin'd,

With unexhausted beams of love and light: With arms extended, would embrace mankind. And sure, bless'd spirit, to complete thy bliss, Self-love would cease, or be dilated, when

In Heaven thou sing'st this song, or one like this.
We should behold as many selfs as men,
All of one family, in blood ally'd,
His precious blood, that for our ransom dy'd!

OP THE FEAR OF GOD.
CANTO VI.

IN TWO CANTOS.
Though the creation (so divinely taught !)

CANTO 1.
Prints such a lively image on our thought,
That the first spark of new-created light,

The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace,
From chaos strook, affects our present sight, And makes all ills that vex us here to cease:
Yet the first Christians did esteem more blest Though the word fear some men may ill endure,
The day of rising, than the day of rest,

"Tis such a fear as only makes secure. That ev'ry week might new occasion give,

Ask of no angel to reveal thy fate;
To make his triumph in their mem'ry live. Look in thy heart, the mirror of thy state.
Then let our Muse compose a sacred charm, He that invites will not th' invited mock,
To keep his blood among us ever warm,

Op'ning to all that do in earnest knock.
And singing, as the blessed do above,

Our hopes are all well-grounded on this fear; With our last breath dilate this flame of love. All our assurance rolls upon that sphere. But, on so vast a subject, who can find

This fear, that drives all other fears away, Words that may reach th' ideas of his mind ? Shall be my song, the morning of our day! Our language fails : or, if it could supply, Where that fear is, there's nothing to be fear'd; What mortal thought can raise itself so high? It brings from Heaven an angel for a guard : Despairing here, we might abandon art,

Tranquillity and peace this fear does give;
And only hope to have it in our heart.

Hell gapes for those that do without it live.
But though we find this sacred task too hard, It is a beam, which he on man lets fall,
Yet the design, th'endeavour, brings reward: Of light, by which he made and governs all.
The contemplation does suspend our woe,

'Tis God alone should not offended be; And make a truce with all the ills we know. But we please others, as more great than he. As Saul's afflicted spirit, from the sound

For a good cause, the sufferings of man Of David's harp, a present solace found :

May well be borne: 'tis more than angels can. So on this theme while we our Muse engage,

Man, since his fall, in no mean station rests, No wounds are felt, of fortune or of age.

Above the angels, or below the beasts. On divine love to meditate is peace,

He with true joy their hearts does only fill, And makes all care of meaner things to cease. That thirst and hunger to perform his will.

Amaz'd at once, and comforted, to find Others, though rich, shall in this world be vext, A boundless power so infinitely kind;

And sadly live, in terrour of the next. [sue, The soul contending to that light to fly

The world's 3 great conqu’ror would his point purFrom her dark cell, we practise how to die: And wept because he could not find a new : Employing thus the poet's winged art,

Which had he done, yet still he would have cry'd, To reach this love, and grave it in our heart. To make him work, until a third he spy'd. Joy so complete, so solid, and severe,

Ambition, avarice, will nothing owe Would leave no place for meaner pleasures there: To Heaven itself, unless it make them grow. Pale they would look, as stars that must be gone, Though richly fed, man's care does still exceed: When from the east the rising Sun comes on. Has but one inouth, yet would a thousand feed.

In wealth and honour, by such men possest,

If it increase not, there is found no rest.
ELEGY BY MR. TALBOT,

All their delight is while their wish comes in; OCCASIONED BY READING AND TRANSCRIBING MR.WaLLER's 'Tis strange men should neglect their present store,

Sad when it stops, as there had nothing been.

And take no joy, but in pursuing more;
Such were the last, the sweetest, notes that hung
Upon our dying swan's melodious tongue;

Alexander.

POEM OF DIVINE LOVE AFTER HIS DEATH.

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