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Whatever then was his defire, ⚫His cannons did command in fire: Now he himself for pity prays,

His love in timorous fighs he breathes,
While all his spoils, and glorious wreaths
Of laurel, at her feet the vanquish'd warrior lays.
Great prince! by that fubmiffion you'll gain more
Than e'er your haughty courage won before;
Here on your knees a greater trophy gain,
Than that you brought from Lunfden's famous
plain;

Where, when your brother, fired with fuccefs,
Too daringly upon the foe did press,
And was a captive made, then you alone
Did with your fingle arm fupport the throne:
Your generous breaft, with fury boiling o'er,
Like lightning through their scatter'd troops you
flew,
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And from th' amazed foe the royal prize in triumph

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HINC, hine, Camœnæ, cedite inutiles,
Nam cor potenti numine gaudium
Afflavit, exultanfque pectus
Corripuit meliore flammâ.
Talefque cantus fundere gestio,
Ifmene, quales auribus hauferas

Utrifque, quandò Dithyrambis
Pindarus incaluit folutis.
Dum nefcit æquo flumine gaudium
Prolabi, et arctis limitibus, vagè
Nunc huc redundans, nunc retrorfum,
Vorticibus furit inquietis.
Adfis, triumphos dum canimus tuos,
Adfis, Cupido, illabere pectori :
Dum perfonamus te, decoris

Carminibus, bona Cypris, adfis.
Cypron beatam fperne volatilis,
Huc, huc Amorum fepta cohortibus,
Molire greffus, ad Britannos

Carulcos age, Diva, currus.

Fallor? an ex lævâ Convexi parte fereni
Diva vocata venit?

Ecce! citis magnum (pendens in verbere prona)
Tranat inane rotis.

Fronde comas, auroque premit pulcherrima, Mar-
Qualis adire folet.
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Gaudia, Blanditias, hilari vultuque renidens
Spargit ubique Jocos.

Lafcivus pictas jactantior explicat alas
Idaliufque puer.

Adventu difperfa Deæ funt nubila, venti
Nec fremuêre minis.

Dum Nymphas una ante alias formofior omnes,
Dignaque cura Deæ,

Sic pæana canit, cœlum et modulamine complet Vox fociata lyræ :

"Egregiam laudem, Venus, et spolia ampla refertis

Tuque, Puerque tuus; fi Virgo Britannica victa
Agnofcat numen (mentem jam faucia) veflrum,
Si votis, fi fæva ullis infucta moveri,
Aut precibus præbere fuas tractabilis aures,
Illum jam fentit, quem non miferata furorem eft,
Fervidus et Danie Princeps, cui prælia cure,
(Deteftata Tibi) pictis et fplendor in armis,
Qui nec militiam veftram, nec caftra, Cupido,
Novit, fed flammas et inania fpicula rifit,
Dum trepidos Suecos ardens agit æquore campi,
Jam venerem accipiens invicto pectore totam,
Extendit palmas ad numina læfa rebelles.

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Reclinat gremio conjugis; inmemor
Somni, dumque vagis luminibus deam
Perluftrat, rofeis ofcula quæ labris
Libavit fitiens bibit,

Deponitque gravi militiâ latus
Defellum in thalamo lætus amabili :
Hâc mercede juvant vulnera, fic caput
Objeciffe periculis.

Plaudit, Dione, læta Britannia,
Olim cruentum nec meminit mare,
Fufofve cives indecorè, aut

Regna Dano populata forti;

Hæc dum renidens vindicat omnia
Pulchris ocellis Anna, Georgium
Ducenfque captivum catenis,

Per thalamum graditur triumphans.
Tuifque furgit laudibus Haffnia,
Volvendo retrò fecula præcinens,
Cum Cimber Anglo junctus omni
Det trepido fua jura mundo.

Jo Dione! Suecia jam canit,
Pulfos colonos dum neque fulgidis
Deterret armis, nec tremendo

Georgius indomitus tumultu.

Vos, par beatum, ter, ter et ampliùs,
Vos obligatam ferte deæ dapem,

Semperque amantes hanc benignam
Perpetuo celebrate plaufu!

CAROLUS MONTAGU, Generofus, et A. M. Trin. Coll.

THE MAN OF HONOUR.

OCCASIONED BY A POSTSCRIPT OF PENN'S LETTER,

Nor all the threats or favour of a crown, A prince's whisper, or a tyrant's frown, Gan awe the fpirit, or allure the mind, Of him, who to ftrict honour is inclin'd. Though all the pomp and pleasure that does wait On public places, and affairs of state, Should fondly court him to be base and great; With even paffions, and with fettled face, He would remove the harlot's falfe embrace.

Thou all the ftorms and tempefts fhould arife, That church-magicians in their cells advife, And from their fettled bafis nations tear, He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear; Secure in innocence contenin them all, And decently array'd in honours fall.

For this, brave Shrewsbury and Lumley's name Shall ftand the foremost in the lift of fame; Who firft with fteady minds the current broke, And to the fuppliant monarch boldly fpoke;

Great Sir, renown'd for conftancy, how juft Have we obey'd the crown, and ferv'd our truft,

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Efpous'd your cause and interest in distress, "Yourself muft witnefs, and our foes confefs! "Permit us then ill fortune to accufe, "That you at last unhappy councils use, "And ask the only thing we must refuse. "Our lives and fortunes freely we'll expose, "Honour alone we cannot, must not lofe; "Honour, that spark of the celeftial fire, "That above nature makes mankind afpire; "Ennobles the rude paffions of our frame "With thirst of glory, and defire of fame; "The richest treasure of a generous breast, "That gives the stamp and standard to the reft. Wit, strength, and courage, are wild dangerous " force,

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"Unless this foftens and directs their courfe; "And would you rob us of the nobleft part? "Accept a facrifice without a heart? "'Tis much beneath the greatness of a throne, "To take the casket when the jewel's gone; "Debauch our principles, corrupt our race, "And teach the nobles to be falfe and base; "What confidence can you in them repofe, "Who, ere they ferve you, all their value lofe? "Who once enflave their confcience to their

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"Have loft their reins, and can no more be jut. "Of honour, men at first like women nice, "Raise maiden fcruples at unpractis'd vice; "Their modeft nature curbs the struggling flame, "And ftifles what they wish to act, with fhame; "But once this fence thrown down, when they " perceive

"That they may taste forbidden fruit and live; "They flop not here their course, but safely in, "Grow ftrong, luxuriant, and bold in fin; "True to no principles, prefs forward ftill, "And only bound by appetite their will: "Now fawn and flatter, while this tide prevails, "But fhift with every veering blast their fails. "Mark thofe that meanly truckle to your power,

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They once deserted, and chang'd fides before, "And would to morrow Mahomet adore. "On higher fprings true men of honour move, "Free is their fervice, and unbought their love: "When danger calls, and honour leads the way, "With joy they follow, and with pride obey:

When the rebellious foe canie rolling on, "And fhook with gathering multitudes the throne, "Where were the minions then? What arm, what "force,

"Could they oppofe to stop the torrent's courfe?

"Then Pembroke, then the nobles firmly food, "Free of their lives, and lavish of their blood; "But, when your orders to mean ends decline, "With the fame conftancy they all refign."

Thus fpake the youth, who open'd first the

way,

And was the phofph'rus to the dawning day;
Follow'd by a more glorious fplendid hoft,
Than any age, or any realm can boaft:
So great their fame, fo numerous their train,
To name were endless, and to praise in vain;
But Herbert and great Oxford merit more;
B.ld is their fight, and more fublime they fear;

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So high their virtue as yet wants a name,
Exceeding wonder, and furpaffing fame :
Rife, glorious church, erect thy radiant head;
The ftorm is paft, th' impending tempest fled;
Had fase decreed thy ruin or disgrace,

It had not given fuch fons fo brave a race;
When for deftruction heaven a realm designs,
The fymptoms first appear in flavish minds.
Thefe men would prop a finking nation's weight,
Stop falling vengeance, and reverse ev'n fate.
Let other nations boaft their fruitful foil,
Their fragrant fpices, their rich wine and oil;
In breathing colours, and in living paint,
Let them excel; their maftery we grant.
But to inftru&t the mind, to arm the foul
With virtue which no dangers can control;
Exalt the thought, a fpeedy courage lend,
That horror cannot fhake, or pleasure bend;
These are the English arts, thefe we profefs,
To be the fame in mifery and fuccefs;
To teach oppreffers law, affift the good,
Relieve the wretched, and fubdue the proud.
Such are our fouls: but what doth worth avail
When kings commit to hungry priests the scale?
All merit's light when they difpofe the weight,
Who either would embroil or rule the state,
Defame thofe heroes who their yoke refufe,
And blast that honefly they cannot use;
The ftrength and safety of the crown destroy,
And the king's power against himself employ;
Affront his friends, deprive him of the brave;
Bereft of thefe, he must become their flave.
Men, like our money, come the most in play,
For being bafe, and of a course allay.
The richest medals, and the pureft gold,
Of native value, and exacteft mould,
By worth conceal'd, in private clofets fhine,
For vulgar ufe too precious and too fine;
Whilft tin and copper with new ftamping bright,
Coin of base metal, counterfeit and light,
Do all the bufinefs of the nation's turn,
Rais'd in contempt, us'd and employ'd in fcorn;
So fhining virtues are for courts too bright,
Whofe guilty actions fly the fearching light:
Rich in themselves, dildaining to aspire,
Great without pomp, they willingly retire;
Give place to fools, whofe rafh misjudging fenfe
Increases the weak measures of their prince;
They blindly and implicitly run on,

Nor fee thofe dangers which the others fhun;
Who, flow to act, each bufinefs duly weigh,
Advise with freedom, and with care obey;
With wifdom fatal to their interest, strive

To make their monarch lov'd, and nation thrive.
Such have no place where priefts and women reign,
Who love fierce drivers, and a loofer rein.

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Yet not one mufe, worthy a conqueror's name,
Attend his triumphs, and record his fame?
Oh, Dorfet! you alone this fault can mend,
The mufes' darling, confident, and friend;
The poets are your charge, and, if unfit,
You should be fin'd to furnifh abler wit;
Óblig'd to quit your eafe, and draw again,
To paint the greatest hero, the best peu.

A hero, who thus early doth out-fhine
The ancient honours of his glorious line;
And, foaring more fublimely to renown,
The memory of their pious triumphs drown;
Whofe actions are deliver'd o'er to fame,
As types and figures of his greater name.

When fate fome mighty genius has defign'd,
For the relief and wonder of mankind,
Nature takes time to answer the intent,
And climbs, by flow degrees, the fteep afcent :
She toils and labours with the growing weight,
And watches carefully the fteps of fate;
Till all the feeds of providence unite,
To fet the hero in a happy light;
Then, in a lucky and propitious hour,
Exerts her force, and calls forth all her power.
In Naffau's race the made this long effay:
Heroes and patriots prepar'd the way,
And promis'd, in their dawn, this brighter day:
A public fpirit distinguish'd all the line,
Succeffive virtues in each branch did shine,
Till this laft glory rofe, and crown'd the great
defign.

Bleft be his name and peaceful lie his grave,
Who durft his native foil, loft Holland, fave!
But William's genius takes a wider scope,
And gives the injur'd, in all kingdoms, hope;
Born to fubdue infulting tyrants' rage,
The ornament and terror of the age;
The refuge where afflicted nations find
Relief from thofe oppreffors of mankind,
Whom laws reftrain not, and no oaths can bind.S
Him, their deliverer Europe does confels,
All tongues extol, and religions blets;
The Po, the Danube, Bætis, and the Rhine,
United in his praife, their wonder join;
While, in the public caufe, he takes the field,
And shelter'd nations fight behind his fhield.
His foes themfelves dare not applaufe refufe:
And fhall fuch actions want a faithful mufe?
Poets have this to boat: without their aid,
The fresheft laurels nipp'd by malice, fade,
And virtue to oblivion is betray'd:
The proudest honours have a narrow date,
Unless they vindicate their names from fate.

But who is equal to fuftain the part?
Dryden has numbers, but he wants a heart;
Injoin'd a penance, which is too fevere
For playing once the fool to perfevere.
Others, who knew the trade, have laid it down:
And, looking round, I find you fiand alone.
How, Sir, can you, or any English Mufe,
Our country's fame, our monarch's arms, refufe?
'Tis not my want of gratitude, but skill,
Makes me decline what I can ne'er fulfil.
I cannot fing of conquefts as I ought,
And my breath fails to fwell a lofty note.

I know my compafs, and my mufe's fize,
She loves to fport and play, but dares not rife;
Idly affects, in this familiar way,
In eafy numbers loofely to convey,

What mutual friendship would at distance say.
Poets affume another tone and voice,

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The king leads on, the king does all inflame,
The king-and carries millions in the name.
As when the fwelling ocean bursts his bounds,
And foaming overwhelms the neighbouring
grounds,

The roaring deluge, rufhing headlong on,

When victory's their theme, and arms their choice. Sweeps cities in its courfe, and bears whole forests
To follow heroes in the chace of fame,

Afks force and heat, and fancy wing'd with flame.
What words can paint the royal warrior's face?
What colours can the figure bo'dly raise,
When, cover'd o'er with comely duft and smoke,
He pierc'd the foe, and thickeft fquadrons broke?
His bleeding arm, ftill painful with the fore,
Which, in his people's caufe, the pious father bore:
Whom, cleaving through the troops a glorious
way,

Not the united force of France and hell could stay.
Oh, Dorfet! I am rais'd! I'm all on fire!
And, if my strength could answer my defire,
In fpeaking paint this figure fhould be feen,
Like Jove his grandeur, and like Mars his mien;
And gods defcending fhould adorn the fcene.

See, fee upon the banks of Boyne he stands,
By his own view adjufting his commands:
Calm and ferene the armed coast surveys,
And, in cool thoughts, the different chances
weighs

Then, fir'd with fame, and eager of renown,
Refolves to end the war, and fix the throne.
From wing to wing the fquadrons bending ftand,
And close their ranks to meet their king's com.
mand;

The drums and trumpets flecp, the fprightly noise
Of neighing steeds, and cannons louder voice,
Sufpended in attention, banish far

All hottie founds, and hufh the din of war:
The filent troops ftretch forth an eager look,
Liftening with joy, while thus their general foke:
"Come, fellow-foldiers, follow me once more,
"And fix the fate of Europe on that shore;
"Your courage only wai's from me the word,
"But England's happinef commands my fword:
"In her defence I every part will bear,
"The foldier's danger, and the prince's care,
"And envy any arm an equal fhare.
"Set all that's dear to men before your fight:
"For laws, religion, liberty, we fight;

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"At whole request and timely call I rofe,

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To tempt my fate, and all my hopes expofe; "Struggled with adverfe ftornis and winter feas, "That in my labours you might find your ease. "Let other monarchs diclace from afar,

And write the empty triumphs of the war; "In lazy palaces i pincly ruft; "My word fhall justify my people's truft, "For which-But I your victory delay; "Come on; I and my genius lead the way." He faid, new life and joy ran through the hoft, And lenfe of danger in their wonder loft; Precipitate they plunge it to the ficu,

In vain the waves, the banks, the men, withstood.

down;

So on the foe the firm battalions prest,

And he, like the tenth wave, drove on the reft; Fierce, gallant, young, he shot through every) place,

Urging their flight, and hurrying on the chace; He hung upon their rear, or lighten'd in their face.

Stop flop brave prince! allay that generous

flame,

Enough is given to England, and to fame.
Remember, Sir, you in the centre stand,
Europe's divided interefts you command,
All their defigns uniting in your hand:
Down from your throne defcends the golden chain,
Which does the fabric of our world fuftain;
That once diffolv'd by any fatal ftroke,
The fcheme of all our happiness is broke.
Stop! ftop brave prince! fleets may repair
again,

And routed armies rally on the plain;
But ages are requir'd to raise fo great a man!
Hear, how the waves of French ambition rear,"
Difdaining bounds, and breaking on the there,
Which you, ordain'd to curb their wild deftruc-

tive power,

That ftrength remov'd; again, again, they flow,
Lay Europe wafte, nor law nor limits know.

Stop top: brave prince-what, does your
Mufe, Sir, faint?

Proceed, purfue his conquests-faith, I can't:
My fpirits fink, and will no longer bear;
Rapture and fury carry'd me thus far
Tranfported and amaz'd-

That rage once spent, I can no more fustain
Your flights, your energies, and tragic ftrain,
Bu fall back to my natural pace again;
In humble verfe provoking you to rhyme;
I wish there were more Dorfet's at this time.
Oh if in France this hero had been born,
What glittering tinfel would his acts adorn!
There 'tis immortal fame, and high renown,
To fheal a country, and to buy a town:
There triumphs are o'er kings and kingdoms fold,
And captive virtue led in chains of gold.
If courage could, like courts, be kept in pay,
What fums would Louis give, that France

might fay

That victory follow'd where he led the way?
He all his conquefts would for this refued,
And take th' equivalent, a glorious wound.
Then, what advice, to spread his real fame,
Would pais between Verfailles and Notredame?
Their plays, their fongs, would dwell upon his

wound,

And operas repeat no other found:

Boyne would, for ages, be the painter's theme,
The Gobelins labour, aud the poets dream :

The wounded arm would furnish all their rooms,
And bleed for ever fcarlet in the looms:
Boileau with this would plume his artful pen :
And can your mufe be filent? Think again.

Spare your advice; and fince you have begun,
Finish your own defign; the work is done.
Done! nothing's done! nor the dead colours
laid,

And the most glorious fcenes ftand undisplay'd: A thousand generous actions close the rear;

A thousand virtues, ftill behind, ftand crowding to appear.

The queen herself, the charming queen fhould grace

The noble piece, and in an artful place
Soften war's horror with her lovely face.
Who can omit the queen's aufpicious fmile,
The pride of the fair fex, the goddess of our ifle?
Who can forget, what all admir'd of late,
Her fears for him, her prudence for the state?
Difguifing cares, fhe fmooth'd her looks with

grace,

Doubts in her heart, and pleasure in her face,
As danger did approach, her fpirits role,
And, putting on the king, diimay'd his foes.
Now, all in joy, fhe gilds the cheerful court;
in every glance defcending angels fport.
As on the hills of Cynthus, or the meads
Of cool Eurotas, when Diana leads

The chorus of her nymphs, who there advance
A thousand fhining maids, and form the dance;
The ftately goddess with a graceful pride,
Sweet and majeftic, does the figure guide,
Treading in juft and eafy measures round;
The filver arrows on her fhoulder found;
She walks above them all. Such is the fcene
Of the bright circle, and the brighter queen.

Thefe fubjects do, my lord, your fkill command,
Thefe none may touch with an unhallow'd hand:
Tender the ftrokes muft be, and nicely writ,
Difguis'd encomiums must be hid in wit,
Which modefty, like theirs, will e'er admit.
Who made no other steps to fuch a throne,
But to deferve, and to receive, the crown.

WRITTEN AT ALTHROP,
In a blank Leaf of Waller's Poems,
UPON SEEING VANDYKE'S PICTURE OF THE
OLD LADY SUNDERLAND.

VANDYKE had colours, foftnefs, fire, and art,
When the fair Sunderland inflam'd his heart.
Waller had numbers, fancy, wit, and fire;
And Sachariffa was his fond defire.

Why then at Althrop feem her charms to faint,
In these sweet numbers and that glowing paint?
This happy feat a fairer miftrefs warms;
This fhining offspring has eclips'd her charms:
The different beauties in one face we find;
Soft Amoret with brightest Sacharissa join'd.
As high as Nature reach'd, their art could foar;
But the ne'er made a finish'd piece before.
VOL. VI.

VERSES,

WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES or THE KIT-CAT CLUB, 1703.

Duchefs of St. Alban's,

THE line of Vere, fo long renown'd in arms,
Concludes with luftre in St. Alban's charms.
Her conquering eyes have made their race com-
plete;

They rofe in valour, and in beauty fet.

Duchefs of Beaufort.

Offspring of a tuneful fire,
Bleft with more than mortal fire;
Likeness of a mother's face,
Bleft with more than mortal grace;
You with double charms furprise,
With his wit, and with her exes.

Lady Mary Churchill.

Fairest and lateft of the beauteous race,
Bleft with your parents wit, and her firft bloom-
ing face;

Born with our liberties in William's reign,
Your eyes alone that liberty reftrain.

Duchefs of Richmond.

Of two fair Richmonds different ages boast, Theirs was the first, and ours the brightest toaft; Th' adorers offerings prove who's most divine, They facrific'd in water, we in wine.

Lady Sunderland.

All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear, Bright as her eyes, and as her reafon clear: Yet ftill their force, to men not fafely known, Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.

Mademoifelle Spanheime..

Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,
Your charms to brighter glory here advance;
The stubborn Britons own your beauty's claim,
And with their native toafts enrol your name.

ON THE

COUNTESS DOWAGER OF ****. COURAGE, dear Moll, and drive away despair, Mopfa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In fpite of age, experience, and decays, Sets up for charming, in her fading days; Snuffs her dim eyes to give one parting blow Have at the heart of every ogling beau ! This goodly goofe, all feather'd like a jay, So gravely vain, and fo demurely gay, Laft night, t' adorn the court, did overload Her bald buff forehead with a high commode :

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