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On the Earl of PETERBOROUGH's happy Nego.
tiation of the Marriage between his Royal Highness and the Princess MARY D’Este of Modena.
IS Juno barren, in unfruitful joys
Our British Jove his nuptial hours employs.
By the same with aspiring queens are led,
Nor can the fair conceal as high concern
Brave York, attending to the general voice, At length resolves to make the with’d-for choice; To roble Peterborough, wise and just, Of his great heart he gives the sacred trust : “ Thy eyes, said he, shall well direct that heart, “ Where thou, my best belov’d, hast such a part ; “ In council oft', and' oft'in battle try'd, “ Betwixt thy master, and the world decide.” The chosen Mercury prepares t obey
' This high command. Gently, ye winds, convey, And with auspicious gales his fafety wait, On whom depend Great Britain's hopes and fate. So Jafon, with his Argonauts, from Greece To Calchos fail'd, to fetch the golden fleece.
As when the goddesses came down of old On Ida's hill, fo
many ages told, With gifts their young Dardanian judge they try'd, And each bad high to win him to her side; So tempt they him, and emulously vie To bribe a voice that empires would not buy : With balls and banquets his pleas’d sense they bait, And queens and kings upon his pleasures wait.
Th'impartial judge furveys, with vast delight, All that the fun surrounds of fair and bright: Then, strictly just, he, with adoring eyes, To radiant Efte gives the famous prize. Of antique stock, her high descent she brings, Born to renew the race of Britain's kings :
Who could deserve, like her, in whom we see
Welcome, bright princess, to Great Britain's shore,
The British dame, fam’d for resistless grace,
This bleft alliance, Peterborough, may