To horid Zembla's frozen realms repair, Unpeopled empire share, And rob thofe lands of legal right. Again Aftrea reigns! Anna her equal scale maintains, And Marlborough wields her fure deciding fword. I. Now, couldst thou foar, my Mufe, to fing the man Thou should'ft of Marlborough fing, whose hand Far as the feven-mouth'd Ifter's fecret head, II. Nor there thy fong should end; though all the Nine When bold Bavaria fled the field, And veteran Gauls unus'd to yield On Blenheim's Plain imploring mercy lay; And spoils and trophies won, perplex'd the victor's way, III. But could thy voice of Blenheim fing, And with fuccefs that fong purfue; To keep the victor still in view? For For as the fun ne'er stops his radiant flight, To climes remote, and near, His conquering arms by turns appear, And univerfal is his aid and force. I. Attempt not to proceed, unwary Muse, For O! what notes, what numbers could'ft thou chuse Though in all numbers fkill'd: To fing the hero's matchlefs deed, Which Belgia fav'd, and Brabant freed ; To fing Ramillia's day! to which must yield Canna's illuftrious fight, and fam'd Pharfalia's field. 11. In the fhort courfe of a diurnal fun, What verfe fuch worth can raise? Luftre and life, the Poet's art To middle virtue may impart; But deeds fublime, exalted high like these, Tranfcend his utmost fight; and mock his distant praise. Still would the willing Muse aspire, With transport still her strains prolong; And admiration ftops her fong. Go on, great chief, in Anna's cause proceed; Till Europe thou haft freed, And univerfal peace reftor'd. This mighty work when thou shalt end, Equal rewards attend, Of value far above Thy trophies and thy fpoils; Rewards ev'n worthy of thy toils, Thy Queen's just favour, and thy Country's love. To the Right Honourable the EARL OF GODOLPHIN, Lord HIGH-TREASURER of GREAT BRITAIN. PINDARICODE. Quemvis mediâ erue turbâ : "Aut ob avaritiam, aut miserâ ambitione laborat, "Hunc capit argenti splendor ་་ "Hic mutat merces furgente à fole, ad eum quo 'Vefpertina tepet regio: quin per mala præceps "Fertur "Omnes hi metuunt verfus, odere poetas. HOR. L. I. Sat. iv. I. To hazardous attempts and hardy toils, Ambition fome excites ; And fome, defire of martial spoils Others, infatiate thirst of gain Provokes to tempt the dangerous main, To pass the burning line, and bear Th' inclemency of winds, and feas, and air; Preffing the doubtful voyage till India's fhore Her fpicy bofom bares, and fpreads her fhining ore. II. Nor II. Nor widows tears, nor tender orphans cries, Nor fwelling feas, nor threatening skies, ⚫ Their lives to felfish ends decreed, But power and wealth obtain'd, guilty and great, Their fellow-creatures fears they raise, or urge their hate. III. But not for these his ivory lyre Will tuneful Phoebus ftring, Nor Polyhymnia crown'd amid the choir, Thy fprings, Castalia, turn their streams aside I. How juft, most mighty Jove, yet how fevere That impious men fhall joyless hear The Muses' harmony ! Their facred fongs, (the recompence Which pious minds to rapture raife, And worthy deeds at once excite and praise, |