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and not of neceffity. Therefore, fir, I fhall-only call it an humble petition, that your majefty will pleafe to pardon this new amour to my old mistress, and my difobedience to his commands, to whofe memory I look up with great reverence and devotion: and making a ferious reflection upon that wife advice, it carries much greater weight with it now, than when it was given; for when age and experience has fo ripened man's difcretion as to make it fit for use, either in private or public affairs, nothing blafts and corrupts the fruit of it fo much as the empty, airy reputation of being Nimis Poëta; and therefore I shall take my leave of the Mufes, as two of my predeceffors did, faying,

"Splendidis longum valedico nugis.
"Hic verfus & cætera ludicra pono."

Your majefty's most faithful

and loyal fubject, and most

dutiful and devoted fervant,



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SURE there are poets, which did' never dream

Upon Parnaffus, nor did tafte the stream

Of Helicon; we therefore may fuppofe

Those made not poets, but the poets those.

And as courts make not kings, but kings the court,
So where the Mufes and their train refort,
Parnaffus ftands; if I can be to thee
A poet, thou Parnaffus art to me.
Nør wonder, if (advantag'd in my flight,
By taking wing from thy aufpicious height)
Through untrac'd ways and airy paths I fly,
More boundlefs in my fancy than my eye:
My eye, which fwift as thought contracts the fpace
That lies between, and firft falutes the place
Crown'd with that facred pile, fo vast, so high,
That, whether 'tis a part of earth' or sky,

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Uncertain feems, and may be thought a proud
Afpiring mountain, or defcending cloud,

Paul's, the late theme of fuch a* Mufe whose flight
Has bravely reach'd and foar'd above thy height :
Now fhalt thou stand, though fword, or time, or fire,
Or zeal more fierce than they, thy fall confpire,
Secure, whilft thee the beft of poets fings,
Preferv'd from ruin by the best of kings.
Under his proud furvey the city lies,

And like a mist beneath a hill doth rife;

Whose state and wealth, the business and the crowd
Seems at this diftance but a darker cloud :
And is, to him who rightly things esteems,
No other in effect than what it seems :

Where, with like hafte, though several ways, they run
Some to undo, and some to be undone ;
While luxury, and wealth, like war and peace,

Are each the other's ruin, and increase;

As rivers loft in feas, fome fecret vein
Thence reconveys, there to be loft again.
Oh happiness of sweet retir'd content!
To be at once fecure, and innocent.

Windfor the next (where Mars with Venus dwells,
Beauty with ftrength) above the valley fwells
Into my eye, and doth itself present

With fuch an easy and unforc'd ascent,
That no ftupendous precipice denies
Accefs, no horror turns away our eyes

* Mr. Waller.


But fuch a rife as doth at once invite
A pleasure, and a reverence from the fight.
Thy mighty master's emblem, in whofe face
Sate meeknefs, heighten'd with majestic grace;
Such feems thy gentle height, made only proud
To be the basis of that pompous load,

Than which, a nobler weight no mountain bears,
But Atlas only which supports the spheres.
When Nature's hand this ground did thus advance,
'Twas guided by a wifer power than Chance ;
Mark'd-out for fuch an ufe, as if 'twere meant
T'invite the builder, and his choice prevent.
Nor can we call it choice, when what we chuse,
Folly or blindness only could refuse.

A crown of fuch majestic towers doth grace
The gods great mother, when her heavenly race
Do homage to her, yet fhe cannot boast
Among that numerous, and celestial host,
More heroes than can Windfor, nor doth Fame's
Immortal book record more noble names.
Not to look back fo far, to whom this isle
Owes the first glory of fo brave a pile,
Whether to Cæfar, Albanact, or Brute,
The British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute,
(Though this of old no less contest did move,
Than when for Homer's birth seven cities ftrove)
(Like him in birth, thou should'st be like in fame,
As thine his fate, if mine had been his flame)
But whofoe'er it was, Nature design'd

First a brave place, and then as brave a mind.


Not to recount thofe feveral kings, to whom
It gave a cradle, or to whom a tomb;


But thee, great Edward, and thy greater Son,
(The lilies which his father wore, he won)
And thy + Bellona, who the confort came
Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame,
She to thy triumph led one captive ‡ king,

And brought that fon, which did the fecond ‡ bring.
Then didft thou found that order (whether love

Or victory thy royal thoughts did move)
Each was a noble caufe, and nothing less
Than the defign, has been the great fuccefs:-
Which foreign kings and emperors esteem
The fecond honour to their diadem.
Had thy great destiny but given thee skill

To know, as well as power to act her will,
That from thofe kings, who then thy captives were,
In after-times fhould fpring a royal pair,
Who fhould poffefs all that thy mighty power,
Or thy defires more mighty, did devour :
To whom their better fate referves whate'er
The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear ;
That blood, which thou and thy great grandfire shed,
And all that fince thefe fifter nations bled,

Had been unfpilt, and happy Edward known
That all the blood he fpilt, had been his own.

* Edward III. and the Black Prince. + Queen Philippa.

The kings of France and Scotland.


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