On the Earl of PETERBOROUGH's happy Negotiation of the Marriage between his Royal Highnefs and the Princess MARY D'ESTE of Modena.

HIS Juno barren, in unfruitful joys

Our British Jove his nuptial hours employs.
So fate ordains, that all our hopes may be,
And all our fafety, gallant York, in thee.

By the fame with afpiring queens are led,
Each languishing to mount his royal bed;
His youth, his wisdom, and his carly fame,
Create in every breaft a rival flame:
Remoteft kings fit trembling on their thrones,
As if no diftance could fecure their crowns;
Fearing his valour, wifely they contend
To bribe with beauty fo renown'd a friend :
Beauty the price, there need no other arts,
Love is the fureft bait for heroes hearts:

Nor

Nor can the fair conceal as high concern

To fee the prince, for whom, unfeen, they burn.
Brave York, attending to the general voice,
At length refolves to make the wish'd-for choice;
To noble Peterborough, wise and just,

Of his great heart he gives the facred truft:
"Thy eyes, faid he, fhall well direct that heart,
"Where thou, my best beľov'd, hast such a part;
"In council oft', and oft' in battle try'd,
"Betwixt thy master, and the world decide."
The chofen Mercury prepares t' obey

This high command. Gently, ye winds, convey,
And with aufpicious 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 goddeffes 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 fide;

So tempt they him, and emulously vie

To bribe a voice that empires would not buy:

With balls and banquets his pleas'd fenfe they bait,

And queens and kings upon his pleafures wait.
Th' impartial judge furveys, with vaft delight,
All that the fun furrounds of fair and bright:
Then, ftrictly juft, he, with adoring eyes,
To radiant Efte gives the famous prize.
Of antique ftock, her high descent she brings,
Born to renew the race of Britain's kings:

Who could deferve, like her, in whom we fee
United, all that Paris found in three?

O equal fair! when both were fet above
All other merit, but each other's love.

Welcome, bright princefs, to Great Britain's fhore, As Berecynthia to high heaven, who bore

That shining race of goddesses and gods,

Who rul'd the world, and fill'd the bleft abodes:
From thee, my Muse expects as noble themes,
Another Mars and Jove, another James;
Our future hopes all from thy womb arise,
Our prefent joy and safety from your eyes;
Those charming eyes that shine, to reconcile,
To harmony and peace, our stubborn Isle :
On brazen Memnon, Phœbus cafts a ray,
And the tough metal so falutes the day.

The British dame, fam'd for refistless grace,
Contends not now, but for the second place;
Our love fufpended, we neglect the fair
For whom we burn'd, to gaze adoring here :
So fang the Syrens, with enchanting found,
Enticing all to liften and be drown'd,
Till Orpheus ravish'd in a nobler strain,
They ceas'd to fing, or finging charm'd in vain.
This bleft alliance, Peterborough, may

Th' indebted nation bounteously repay ;
Thy ftatues, for the Genius of our land,

With palin adorn'd, on every threshold stand.

Spoken

Spoken by the AUTHOR, being then but Twelve Years of Age, to her Royal Highness the DUTCHESS of YORK, at Trinity-College in Cambridge.

WHEN join'd in one, the good, the fair, the great,

Defcend to view the Mufes' humble feat,
Though in mean lines they their vast joys declare,
Yet, for fincerity and truth, they dare

With your own Taffo's mighty felf compare.
Then, bright and merciful as heaven, receive
From them fuch praifes, as to heaven they give,
Their praises for that gentle influence,

Which thofe aufpicious lights, your eyes, difpenfe.
Thofe radiant eyes, whofe irretitlefs flame
Strikes Envy dumb, and keeps Sedition tame
They can to gazing multitudes give law,
Convert the factious, and the rebel awe:

They conquer for the duke; where-e'er you tread,
Millions of profelytes behind are led,

Through crouds of new-made converts ftill you go,
Pleas'd and triumphant at the glorious show,
Happy that prince, who has by you attain'd
A greater conqueft than his arms e'er gain'd
With all war's rage he may abroad o'ercome,
But love's a gentler victory at home.
Securely here he on that face relies,

Lays-by his arms, and conquers with your eyes;

And all the glorious actions of his life

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Thinks well rewarded, blest with such a wife. ΤΟ

TO THE KING,

IN THE FIRST YEAR OF HIS MAJESTY'S REIGN.

MAY all thy years, like this, propitious be,

And bring thee crowns, and peace, and victory! Scarce hadft thou time t' unsheath thy conquering blade; It did but glitter, and the rebels fled :

Thy fword, the fafeguard of thy brother's throne,
Is now become the bulwark of thy own.

Aw'd by thy fame, the trembling nations fend
Through-out the world, to court fo brave a friend;
The guilty fenates that refus'd thy fway

Repent their crime, and haften to obey ;

Tribute they raife, and vows and offerings bring,
Confefs their phrenzy, and confirm their king.
Who with their venom over-fpread thy foil,
Thofe fcorpions of the state, prefent their oil.
So the world's Saviour, like a mortal drest,
Although by daily miracles confeft,
Accus'd of evil doctrine by the Jews,
Their rightful lord they impiously refuse;
But when they faw fuch terror in the skies,
The temple rent, their king in glory rise,
Dread and amazement feiz'd the trembling crowd,
Who, conscious of their crime, adoring bow'd.