205 But fee, at length, the British fhips appear! Our Naffau comes! and, as his fleet draws near, The rifing mafts advance, the fails grow white, And all his pompous navy floats in fight. Come, mighty Prince! defir'd of Britain! come; May Heav'n's propitious gales attend thee home! 210 Come, and let longing crowds behold that look Which fuch confufion and amazement ftrook Thro' Gallick hosts; but, oh! let us defcry Mirth in thy brow, and pleasure in the eye; Let nothing dreadful in thy face be found, But for awhile forget the trumpet's found; Well pleas'd, thy people's loyalty approve, Accept their duty, and enjoy their love; For as, when lately mov'd with fierce delight, You plung'd amidst the tumult of the fight, Whole heaps of death encompass'd you around, And steeds o'erturn'd lay foaming on the ground; So, crown'd with laurels now, where'er you go, Around you blooming joys and peaceful bleffings flow. TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER, ON HIS PICTURE OF THE KING. KNELLER! with filence and furprise 215 220 224 A godlike form, by thee difplay'd The magick of thy art calls forth Has daily, fince his course begun, 5 10 46 ΤΟ 25 30 Rejoic'd the metal to refine, And ripen'd the Peruvian mine. Thou, Kneller! long with noble pride, The kings of half an age display'd. Here (warchy Charles appears, and there (Tho' Heav'n fhould with my with agree, Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair, Her twisted threads; the web she strung, Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen, Match'd with a mortal, next was feen 70 Reclining on a fun'ral urn, Her fhortliv'd darling fon to mourn: The laft was he whofe thunder flew In impious leagues their king defy'd. For who would hope new fame to raise, 4 75 80 82 To her Royal Highnefa THE PRINCESS OF WALES, WITH THE TRAGEDY OF CATO. NOV. 1714. Tus Mufe that oft', with facred raptures fir'd, 10 No longer fhall the widow'd land bemoan A broken lineage and a doubtful throne, But boaft her royal progeny's increase, And count the pledges of her future peace. O born to ftrengthen and to grace our ifle! While you, fair Princefs! in your offspring fmile, Supplying charms to the fucceeding age, Each heav'nly daughter's triumph we prefage, Already fee th` illuftrious youths complain, And pity monarchs doom'd to figh in vain. Thou, too, the darling of our fond defires, Whom Albion, op'ning wide her arms, requires, 20 With manly valour and attractive air Shalt quell the fierce and captivate the fair. |