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The Peoples Brave, the Politicians Tool;
Never was Patriot yet, but was a Fool.

Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws,
Should more be Abfalom's than David's Cause?
His old Inftructor, e'er he loft his Place,
Was never thought indu'd with so much Grace.
Good Heav'ns, how Faction can a Patriot paint!
My Rebel ever proves my People's Saint :
Wou'd They impose an Heir upon the Throne?
Let Sanhedrins be taught to give their own.
A King's at least a part of Government;
And mine as requifite as their Confent :
Without my leave a future King to Choose,
Infers a Right the Prefent to Depose:

True, they petition me t' approve their Choice:
But Efan's Hands fuit ill with Jacob's Voice."
My pious Subjects for my Safety pray,
Which to fecure, they take my Pow'r away.
From Plots and Treafons Heav'n preferve my Years,
But fave me moft from my Petitioners.
Unfatiate as the barren Womb or Grave;
God cannot grant fo much as they can crave.
What then is left, but with a jealous Eye
To guard the fmall Remains of Royalty?
The Law fhall ftill direct my peaceful Sway,
And the fame Law teach Rebels to obey:
Votes fhall no more Eftablish'd Pow'r control,
Such Votes as make a Part exceed the Whole:
No groundless Clamours fhall my Friends remove,
Nor Crouds have Pow'r to punish e'er they prove:
For Gods, and God-like Kings their Care exprefs,
Still to defend their Servants in diftrefs.
Oh, that my Pow'r to Saving were confin'd!
Why am I forc'd, like Heav'n, against my mind,
To make Examples of another Kind?

Muft I at length the Sword of Juftice draw?
Oh, curs'd Effects of neceffary Law!
How ill my Fear they by my Mercy fcan!
Beware the Fury of a Patient Man,

Law they require, let Law then shew her Face;
They could not be content to look on Grace
Her hinder Parts, but with a daring Eye

To tempt the Terror of her Front, and Dye.
By their own Arts, 'tis Righteously decreed,
Thofe dire Artificers of Death fhall bleed.
Against themselves their Witnesses will fwear,
Till, Viper-like, their Mother Plot they tear:
And fuck for Nutriment that bloody Gore
Which was their Principle of Life before.
Their Belial with their Beelzebub will fight;
Thus on my Foes, my Foes shall do me right:
Nor doubt th' Event: for Factions Crouds engage,
In their firft Onfet, all their Brutal Rage.
Then let 'em take an unrefifted Course:

Retire and Traverfe, and Delude their Force:
But when they stand all Breathlefs, urge the Fight,
And rife upon 'em with redoubled Might:
For lawful Pow'r is ftill Superiour found; (ground.
When long driv'n back, at length it ftands the
He faid. Th' Almighty nodding gave confent;
And Peals of Thunder fhook the Firmament.
Henceforth a Series of new Time began,
The mighty Years in long Proceffion ran:
Once more the God-like David was reftor'd,
And willing Nations knew their lawful Lord.

Part of VIRGIL'S

FOURTH GEORGICK. English'd by the Earl of Mulgrave.

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Is not for nothing when just Heav'n does
frown:
The wretched Orpheus brings these judgments down;
Whofe Wife, avoiding to become thy prey,

And all his Joys at once were fnatch'd away;
The poor Nymph doom'd that dangerous way to pass,
Spy'd not the Snake lye lurking in the grass:
A mournful noife the fpacious Vally fills,
With echoing cries from all the neighb'ring hills
The Dryades roar'd out in deep defpair,
And with united voice bewail'd the Fair.
For fuch a lofs he fought no vain relief,
But with his Lute indulg'd his tender grief;
All o'er the lonely fands did wildly tray,
And with fad Songs begin and end the day.
At last to Hell a frightful journey made,
Pafs'd the wide gaping Gulf and difmal Shade;
Vifits the Ghofts, and to that King repairs,
Whofe heart's inflexible to human pray'rs.
Hell feems aftonifh'd with so sweet a Song,
Light Souls, and airy Spirits flide along
In troops, like millions of the feather'd kind,
Driv'n home by night or fome tempeftuous wind;
Matrons and Men, raw Youths and unripe Maids,
And mighty Heroes more majestick Shades;
Sons burnt before their mournful Parents face,
Styx does all thefe in narrow bounds embrace
Nine times with loathfom mud, and noysome weeds,
And all the filth which Randing water breeds:

Amazement reacht e'en the deep Caves of death,.
The Sifters with blue fnaky curls took breath;
"Ixion's Wheel a while unmov'd remain'd, [ftrain'd.
And the great-Dog his three-mouth'd voice re-
Now fafe return'd, and all these dangers past,
His Spouse reftor'd to breathe fresh air at laft,
Following, for so Proferpina was pleas'd,
A fudden rage th' unwary Lover feiz'd;
He when the first bright glimps of day light-fhin'd
Unmindful, and impatient, look't behind,
A fault of Love, could Hell compassion find.
A dreadful noife thrice fhook the Stygian coast,
His hopes now fled, and all his labour loft.
Why haft thou thus undone thy felf and me?
What madness this? Again I'm fnatch'd from thee,
She faintly cry'd; Night, and the Powers of Hell
Surround my eyes, O Orpheus, O farewel:
My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before,
But all in vain, alas, I'm thine no more; -
No more allow'd to behold him or day;
Then from his fight like fmoak fhe flipt away.
Much he wou'd fain have fpoke, but Fate, alas,
Wou'd ne'er again confent to let him pafs.
Thus twice undone, what courfe now cou'd he take
To redeem her already pafs'd the Lake?
How bear his lofs? what tears procure him eafe?
Or with what Vows the angry Powers appease?
'Tis faid, he feven long months bewail'd his lofs
On bleak and barren Rocks, on whofe cold mofs
While languishing he fung his fatal flame,
He mov'd e'en Trees, and made fierce Tigers tame.
So the fad Nightingale, when Childless made.
By fome rough Swain who steals her young away,
Bewails her lofs under a Poplar fhade,

Weeps all the night, in murmurs waftes the day;
Her forrow does a mournful pleasure yield,
And melancholy mufick fills the Field.

Marriage,

Marriage, nor Love, could ever move his mind,
But all alone, beat by the Northern wind,
Shivering on Tanais fnowy Banks remain'd,
Still of the Gods and their vain grace complain'd.
Ciconian Dames, enrag'd to be defpis'd,

As they the feaft of Bacchus folemniz'd,

Kill'd the poor Youth, and ftrew'd about his limbs;
His Head torn off from the fair body fwims,
Down that swift current, where the Hebre flows,
And ftill his Tongue in doleful accents goes;
Ah, poor Eurydice, it dying cry'd,

Eurydice refounds from every fide.

The PARTING of

SIRENO and DIANA. English'd by Sir Car. Scrope.

The ARGUMENT.

Sireno and Diana having lov'd each other with a moft violent Paffion, Sireno is compell'd, upon the account of his Mafter's Service, to go for fome time into a Foreign Country. The Melancholy parting of the two Lovers is the Subject of the following Eclogue.

Ctore

Lofe by a ftream, whofe flowry bank might give Delight to Eyes that had no caufe to grieve, The fad Sireno fate, and fed his Sheep, Which now, alas! he had no Joy to keep; Since his hard Fate compell'd him to depart From her dear fight, who long had charm'd his heart. Fix'd were his thoughts upon the Fatal day That gave him firft what this must take away; VOL. I.

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