THO' train'd in arms, and learn'd in martial arts,
Thou chufeft not to conquer men, but hearts.
Expecting nations for thy triumphs wait,
But thou prefer'st the name of just to great.
So Jove fufpends his fubject world to doom,
Which would he please to thunder, he 'd confume.
O! could the ghosts of mighty heroes dead
Return on earth, and quit th' Elyfian fhade,
Brutus to James would trust the people's cause,
Thy juftice is a ftronger guard than laws :
Marius and Sylla would refign to thee,
Nor Cæfar, and great Pompey, rivals be,
Or rivals only who should best obey,
And Cato gives his voice for regal fway.
HEROES of old, by rapine and by spoil,
In fearch of fame did all the world embroil.
Thus to their gods each then ally'd his name,
This fprang from Jove, and that from Titan came.
With equal valour, and the fame fuccefs,
Dread king, might'st thou the universe opprefs.
But christian laws constrain thy martial pride,
Peace is thy choice, and piety thy guide;
By thy example kings are taught to fway,
Heroes to fight, and faints may learn to pray.
The Grecian leaders were but half divine;
Neftor in council, and Ulyffes fhine:
But in the day of combat, all would yield
To the fierce master of the feven-fold fhield.
Their very deities were grac'd no more,
Mars had the courage, Jove the thunder bore :
But all perfections meet in James alone,
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 fhows a genius fo beyond his years,
A judgement that could make so fair a choice,
So high a fubject to employ his voice,
Still as it grows, how fweetly will he fing,
The growing greatness of our matchless king!
ΤΟ M R. WALLE R.
WHEN into Libya the young Grecian came,
To talk with Hammon, and confult for fame,
When from. the facred tripod where he stood,
The priest infpir'd faluted him a god;
Scarce fuch a joy that haughty vićtor knew,
So own'd by heaven, as I thus prais'd by you:
Whoe'er their names can in thy numbers fhow,
Have more than empire, and immortal grow;
Ages to come fhall fcorn the powers of old,
When in thy verfe of greater gods they 're told;
Our beauteous queen, and martial monarch's name,
For Jove and Juno shall be plac'd by Fame,
Thy Charles for Neptune shall the feas command,
And Sachariffa fhall for Venus stand;
Greece fhall no longer boaft, 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 afpire;
Till, crown'd with honour and immortal name,
By wit, or valour, led to equal fame,
They mingle with the gods, that breath'd the noble
Homer fhall laft like Alexander long,
As much recorded, and as often fung.
A tree of life is facred poetry;
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.
Waller fhall never die, of life fecure,
As long as Fame or aged Time endure:
Waller, the Muse's darling, free to taste
Of all their stores, the mafter of the feaft ;
Not like old Adam ftinted in his choice,
But lord of all the spacious paradise.
Thofe foes to virtue, fortune, and mankind,
Favouring his fame, once to do justice join'd;
No carping critick interrupts his praise,
No rival ftrives, but for a fecond place:
No want conftrain'd, the writer's usual fate;
A poet, with a plentiful estate;
The first of mortals, who before the tomb
Struck the pernicious monster, Envy, dumb,
Malice and Pride, those savages, difarm'd;
Not Orpheus with fuch powerful magic charm'd.
Scarce in the grave can we allow him more
Than, living, we agreed to give before.
His noble Muse employ'd her generous rage
In crowning virtue, fcorning to engage
The vice and follies of an impious age :
No fatyr lurks within this hallow'd ground,
But nymphs and heroines, kings and gods abound,
Glory, and arms, and love, is all the found:
His Eden with no ferpent is defil'd,
But all is gay, delicious all, and mild.
Miftaken men his Muse of flattery blame,
Adorning twice an impious tyrant's name:
We raise our own, by giving fame to foes
The valour that he prais'd he did oppofe.
Nor were his thoughts to poetry confin'd,
The ftate and business shar'd his ample mind:
As all the fair were captives to his wit,
So fenates to his counfels would fubmit:
His voice fo foft, his cloquence fo ftrong.
Like Cato's was his fpeech, like Ovid's was his fong.
Our British kings are rais'd above the hearse,
Immortal made in his immortal verfe;
No more are Mars and Jove poetic themes,
But the celestial Charles's and just James :
Juno and Pallas, all the fhining race
Of heavenly beautics, to the queen give place;
Clear like her brow, and graceful was his fong,
Great like her mind, and like her virtue ftrong.
Parent of gods, who do'ft to gods remove,
Where art thou plac'd, and which thy feat above?
Waller the god of verfe we will proclaim,
Not Phoebus now, but Waller be his name;
Of joyful bards the fweet feraphic quire
Acknowledge thee their oracle and fire ;
The spheres do homage, and the Mufes fing
Walier the god of verfe, who was the king.
GIVEN IN EXCHANGE FOR ANOTHER.
F the rude Indians, artlefs and untaught,
So brighteft jewels are with trifles bought :
Deceiv'd Ixion's fate revers'd is fhow'd,
Imperial Juno given for a cloud.
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