If Chaucer by the best Idea wrought,
And Poets can divine each others Thought,
The fairest Nymph before his Eyes he fet ;
And then the fairest was Plantagenet;
Who three contending Princes made her Prize,
And rul'd the Rival-Nations with her Eyes:
Who left Immortal Trophies of her Fame,
And to the Nobleft Order gave the Name.
Like Her, of equal Kindred to the Throne,
You keep her Conquefts, and extend your own:
As when the Stars, in their Etherial Race,
At length have roll'd around the Liquid Space,
At certain Periods they refume their Place,
From the fame Point of Heav'n their Cour fe advance,
And move in Measures of their former Dance;
Thus, after length of Ages, fhe returns,
Reftor'd in You, and the fame Place adorns ;
Or You perform her Office in the Sphere,
Born of her Blood, and make a new Platonick Tear.
O true Plantagenet, O Race Divine,

(For Beauty fill is fatal to the Line,)
Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel-Face to view,

Sure he had drawn his Emily from You:

Or had You liv'd, to judge the doubtful Right,
Your Noble Palamon had been the Knight:
And Conquring Thefeus from his Side had fent
Your gen'rous Lord,to guide the Theban Government.
Time shall accomplish that; and I shall fee
A Palamon in Him, in Tou an Emily.

Already have the Fates your Path prepar'd,
And fure Prefage your future Sway declar'd:
When Weftward, like the Sun, You took your Way,
And from benighted Britain bore the Day,
Blue Triton gave the Signal from the Shore,
The ready Nereids heard, and fwam before
To smooth the Seas; a foft Etefian Gale
But juft infpir'd, and gently fwell'd the Sail;
Portunus took his Turn, whose ample Hand

Heav'dup the lighten'd Keel, and funk the Sand,
And fteer'd the facred Vessel fafe to Land.
The Land, if not reftrain'd, had met Your Way,
Projected out a Neck, and jutted to the Sea.
Hibernia, proftrate at Tour Feet, ador'd,
In Tou, the Pledge of her expected Lord;
Due to her Ifle; a venerable Name;

His Father and his Grandfire known to Fame:

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Aw'd by that House, accustom'd to command,
The sturdy Kerns in due Subjection stand;
Nor bear the Reigns in any Foreign Hand.

At Your Approach, they crowded to the Port;
And fcarcely Landed, you create a Court:
As Ormond's Harbinger, to You they run ;
For Venus is the Promise of the Sun.

The Waste of Civil Wars, their Towns destroy'd,
Pales unhonour'd, Ceres unemploy'd,
Were all forgot; and one Triumphant Day
Wip'd all the Tears of three Campaigns acvay.
Blood, Rapines, Masacres, were cheaply bought,
So mighty Recompence Tour Beauty brought.

As when the Dove returning, bore the Mark
Of Earth restor'd to the long-lab'ring Ark,
The Relicks of Mankind, secure of Reft,
Op'd ev'ry Window to receive the Guesi,
And the fair Bearer of the Message bless'd;
So, when you came, with loud repeated Cries,
The Nation took an Omen from your Eyes,
And God advanc'd his Rainbow in the Skies,
To sign inviolable Peace restor'd;

[accord. The Saints with folemn Shouts proclaim'd the new),

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When at Your second Coming You appear, (For I fortell that Millenary Tear) The sharpen'd Share shall vex the Soil no more, But Earth unbidden Mall produce her Store: The Land Mall laugh, the circling Ocean smile, And Heav'ns Indulgence bless the Holy Isle.

Heav'n from all Ages has reservod for You That happy Clyme, which Venom never knew ; Or if it had been there, Your Eyes alone Have Power to chase all Poyfon, but their own.

Now in this Interval, which Fate has cast Betwixt Tour Future Glories, and Your Past, This Pause of Pow'r, 'tis Ireland's Hour to mourn; While England celebrates Tour safe Return, By which You seem the Seasons to command, And bring our Summers back to their forsaken Land.

The Vanquishd Isle our Leisure must attend, Till the Fair Blessing we vouchsafe to send; Norcan we spareTon long, thoughoften we maylend. The Dove was twice employ'd abroad, before The World was dry’d; and she return'd no more,

Nor dare we trust so soft a Mesenger, New from her Sickness, to that Northern Air ;

Reft here a while, Your Luftre to reftore,
That they may fee You as You foone before;
For yet, th' Eclipfe not wholly past, You wade
Thro' fome Remains, and Dimness of a Shade.

A Subject in his Prince may claim a Right, Nor fuffer him with Strength impair'd to fight; Till Force returns, his Ardour we reftrain, And curb bis Warlike Wish to cross the Main. Now past the Danger, let the Learn'd begin Th' Enquiry, where Difeafe could enter in; How those malignant Atoms forc'd their Way, Prey? What in the faut lefs Frame they found to make their Where ev'ry Element was weigh'd fo well, That Heav'n alone, who mix'd the Mafs, could tell Which of the Four Ingredients could rebel; And where, imprifon'd in fo fweet a Cage, A Soul might well be pleas'd to pass an Age. And yet the fine Materials made it weak; Porcelain, by being Pure, is apt to break: Ev'n to Your Breaft the Sickness durft afpire; And forc'd from that fair Temple to retire, Profanely fet the Holy Place on Fire.

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