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Spoken by the Author, being then but Twelve
Years of Age, to her Royal Highness the DUTCHESS of York, at Trinity College in Cambridge.
HEN join'd in one, the good, the fair, the great,
Descend to view the Muses' humble seat,
Though in mean lines they their vast joys declare,
Yet, for sincerity and truth, they dare
With your own Tasso's mighty self compare.
Then, bright and merciful as heaven, receive
From them such praises, as to heaven they give,
Their praises for that gentle influence,
Which those auspicious lighrs, your eyes, dispense.
Those radiant eyes, whose irretifiless faine
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 still you go,
Pleas'd and triumphant at the glorious thow,
Happy that prince, who has by you attain'd
A greater conquest than his arms e’er gain'd :
With all war's
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
Thinks well rewarded, bleft with such a wife, TO
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 sword, the safeguard of thy brother's throne,
Is now become the bulwark of thy own.
A w'd by thy fame, the trembling nations send
Through-out the world, to court fo brave a friend;
The guilty fenates that refus d thy fway
Repent their crime, and hasten to obey ;
Tribute they raise, and vows and offerings bring,
Confess their phrenzy, and confirm their king.
Who with their venom over-spread thy soil,
Those scorpions of the state, present 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 saw such 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.
HO'train'd in arms, and learn’d in martial arts,
Thou chufest not to conquer men, but hearts.
Expecting nations for thy triumphs wait,
But thou prefer'st the name of just to great.
So Jove suspends his subject world to doom,
Which would he please to thunder, he'd confume.
()! could the ghosts of mighty heroes dead
Return on earth, and quit th’ Elysian fhade,
Brutus to James would trust the people's cause,
Thy justice is a stronger guard than law's :
Marius and Sylla would resign to thee,
Nor Cesar, and great Pompey, rivals be,
Or rivals only who should best obey,
And Cato gives his voice for regal sway.
HEROES of old, by rapine and boy spoil,
In search of fame did all the world embroil.
Thus to their gods each then ally'd his name,
This sprang from Jove, and that from Titan came.
With equal valour, and the same fuccess,
Dread king, might'st thou the universe oppress.
But christian laws constrain thy martial pride,
Peace is thy choice, and picty thy guide;
By thy example kings are taught to sway,
Heroes to hght, and saints may learn to pray.
The Grecian leaders were but half divine;
Nestor in council, and Ulysses shine :
But in the day of combat, all would yield
To the fierce master of the seven-fold thicld.
Their very deities were grac'd no more,
Mars had the courage, Jove the thunder bore :
But all perfections meet in James alont,
And Britain's king is all the gods in one.
Mr. Waller to the Author, on his foregoing
Verses to the KING.
N early plant, which such a blossom bears,
And shows a genius so beyond his years,
A judgement that could make so fair a choice,
So high a subject to employ his voice,
Still as it grows, how sweetly will he fing,
The growing greatness of our matchless king!
WHEN into Libya the young Grecian came,
To talk with Hammon, and consult for fame,
When from the sacred tripod where he stood,
The priest inspir’d faluted him a god;
Scarce such a joy that haughty victor knew,
So own'd by hearen, as I thus pruisd by you:
Whoe'er their names can in thy numbers show,
Have more than empire, and immortal grow ;
Ages to come shall scorn the powers of old,
When in thy verse of greater gods they 're told;
Our beauteous queen, and martial monarch's naine,
For Jove and Juno shall be plac'd by Fame,
Thy Charles for Neptune shall the seas command,
And Sacharissa shall for Venus stand;
Greece shall no longer boast, nor haughty Rome,
But think from Britain all the gods did come.
IMMORTAL MEMORY OF MR. WALLER,
A Like partaking of celestial fire,
Poets and heroes to renown aspire ;
Till, crown'd with honour and immortal name,
By wit, or valour, lcd to equal fame,
They mingle with the gods, that breath'd the noble
Homer shall last like Alexander long,
As much recorded, and as often sung.
A tree of life is sacred
Sweet is thy fruit, and tempting to the eye.
Many there are who nibble without leave;
But none, who are not born to taste, survive.