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THESEUS.

THESEUS.

Am I poflest at last of my Ismena?

No other way to crown límena's love!
Of that celeftial maid, oh pitying gods!

Then must I ever mourn her cruel fate,
How shall I thank yoor bounties for my sufferings, And in the midst of my triumphant joy,
For all my pains, and all the pangs I've born? Ev’n in my hero's arms, confess some surrow.
Since 'twas to them lowe divine lsmena,
To them I owe the dear consent of Theeus.

O tender maid! forbear, with ill-tin'd grief, Yet there's a pain lies heavy on niy heart, To damp our blessings, and incense the gods : For the disastrous fate of hapless Phædra. But let's away, and pay kind Heav'n our thanks

For all the wonders in our favour wrought; Deep was her auguish; for the wrongs The did That Heaven, whose mercy rescued erring Theiss you

From execrable crimes, and endless woes. She chose to die, and in her death deplor'd Then learn from me, ye kings, that rule the world, Your fate, and not her own.

With equal poise let fteady justice (way,

And flagrant crimes, with certain vengeana
I've heard it all.

pay,
O! had not pafsion fully'd her renown,
None e'cr on earth had shone with equal luftre;
So glorious liv’d, or to lamented dy'd.

The righteous gods, that innocence require, Her faults were only faults of raging love, Protect the goodness which themselves inspire. Her virtues all her own.

Unguarded virtue human arts defies,

th' accus'd is happy, while th' accuser dies. Unhappy Phædra!

[Exturi sza Vas there no other way, ye picying powers,

HIPPOLITUS.

HIPPOLITUS.

ISMENA.

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THE INAUGURATION

BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES.

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Tam non vulgares, llis, molire triumphos,
Augustos Isis nunquam tacitura Scuartus.

KING WILLIAM AND QUEEN MARY".
Tu quoties crebris cumulâfti altaria donis
Multa rogans numen, cui vincta jugalia cura !

Mauritu ingentis celso de sanguine natum, Ac jam votivam Superis suspende tabellam;

Mauritioque parem, solenni disere versu junt rata vota tibi, fævique oblita doloris

Te, Gulielmi, juvat : nuncó! mihi pectora flamma Amplexa parvi gaudet Regina Jacobi,

Divinâ caleant, nunc me furor excitet idem, Languentes dudum priscus vigor afflat ocelos,

Qui Te, ingens heros, bello tot adise labores infans et caræ suspensus in oscula Matris

Instigat, mediosque ardentem impellit in hoftes. Numine jam spirat blando, visumque tenellum

Te tenero lacc ja&abat fama sub ævo : Miscet parva quidem, sed vivida Patris imago,

Cæpifti, quá finis erat; maturaque virtus O etiam patrio vivat celebratus honore,

Edidit ante diem fructus, tardeque sequentes Vivat canitie terris venerandus eâdem!

Annos præcurrit longè, et post terga reliquit. Omen habet certè fuperâ quod vescitur aura

Jam Te, jam videor fagrantes cernere vultus, Tum primum, lætos æstas cum pandat honores,

Dum primas ducis fervens in prælia curmas : Omnia cum vireant, cum formosissimus annus,

Jam cerno oppositas acies, quanto impete præceps Et Vos felicis optatâ prole Parentes!

Tela per et gladios raperis; quo fulmine belli

Adversum frangis cuncum, Quos nunc Parca piis respexit mota querelis :

et media agmina

misces. En! veftræ valuère preces; vidrisque Deorum

Num ferus in vadit Belgas Turennius heros,
Fata movet pietas, quamvis nolentia flecti :
Proles chara datur senio, inconcessa juvente.

Invictis femper clarus Turennius armis,
Si citiùs foboles nullo miranda daretur

Et, quacunque ruit, ferro bacchatur et igni? Prodigio, sanctis vix digna Parentibus esset :

'Tu primo vernans jucundæ flere juventie O quæ vita dabit, cui dat miracula parcus ?

Congrederis, ducente Deo, Deus ipfe Batavis. 1, Princeps, olim patrios imitare triumphos,

Congrederis; non Te Gallorum immania terreng Et semper magni vestigia Patris adora:

Agmina, non magni Tusrennius agminis instar. Hic primâ nondum indutus lanugine malas

Heu quas tum ferro ftrages, quæ funera latê Invictis orbem per totum inclaruit armis.

Edideris, quantosque viros demiseris orco! Illius ad tonitru Batavi tremuêre ; Jacobum

Sic cum congeltos struxêre ad fidera montes Agnovit dominum summiffis navita velis.

Terrigenæ fratres, superos detrudere cælo Te quoque Belga tremat, metuat rediviva Jacobi

Aggrelli, pofito tum plectro intonsus Apollo Fulmina, cujus adhuc miferè conservat hiantes

Armatà fumpfit fatalia fpicula dextrà : Ore cicatrices, vastæ et monumenta ruinæ.

Tunc audax ruit in bellum, et furit acer in armis, Subjectus famulas Nereus Tibi porrigat undas :

Et Martem, atque ipsas longè anteit fulminis alas. Jpfe tuo da jura mari.

Extremos ô quàm vellem memorare labores ! Cumque pater tandem divis miscebitur ipfe

Quàm vellem fævi fuperata pericula ponti! Divus (at ô ! tardè facra ducite stamina, Parcæ,) Tristesque illorum exequias, quos obruit æquor

Cui meritò nunc jura dalis : quam fetile fatum Aflere tu noftri jus immortale Monarchæ;, Tu rege subjectum patriis virtutibus orbem.

Immeritos, canere ; at jan jam lub pondere tanto

Deficio, heroemque sequor non paflibus æquis. • From the “ Strenae Natalitiae Academiae Oxonienfis + From the “ Vota Oxonienda pro serenisiimis Gulihel*s in celfiflimum Principein. Oxonii, e 'Thcatro Sheldonia. mo Rege et Maria Regina M. Britanniae, &c. nuncupata. ** 00, An. Don, 1688."

" uxonii, ellcatro Shicldoniaba. An. Din. 1659."

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Sed feflo memoranda dies, qui regna Britannûm Nec nisi Achilleâ funduntur Fergama destra Debita quá lacros sceptri rtgalis honores

Ergo, Boanda, tuis fplendet Gulielmus in arus Accipics, cingesque aureo diademate frontem. Magna Boanda, ipd famá haud ceffura Medz Anglos servasti; da jura volentibus Anglis. Ut major graditur bello, ut jam gaudia in igra Sic gravis Alcides humeris ingentibus olim Scintillant oculis, et toto pectore tervedi! Fulci vit patrium, quem mox posicdit, Olympum. Quantum olli jubar affulget, quæ gratia frcos

Purpurei metuenda, et non inamabilis hurtc.
Sic cum dimiffum fertur per nubila fulmen,
Et juvat, et nimiâ perftringit lumina famna.
Ut volat, ut longè primus rapidum inbiler alvez

Turbine quo præceps cunctantem tendit in hoe
THE RETURN

Dum vaftas stages et nulla cadavera palüm
Amnis purpurcu latè devolvit in alveo:

Dum pergenti obftat moles immensa suorum, KING WILLIAM FROM IRELAND.

Et torpet mifto concretum sanguine filmen.

Pergit atrox Heros; fruftra olli tempora in After the Battle of the Boyne *.

Spicula mille canunt, ludunique in vertice fimoz

Fruftra haftatæ acies obstant, firu zque phalange O INGINS Heros! O tot defuncte periclis! Fruftra acres Celtæ : furit ille, arque isp Ergo iterum viitor noftris allaberis cris?

hoftes Atque os belligerum, turvumque in prælia numen Exuis, et blanda componis regra quiete?

Et fugat, et fternit, totoque agit agmita czrek.

Versus retro hoftis trepidè fugit, inque parece Ergo iterum placida moderaris voce Senatum ?

Torpentesque lacus cæno, horrendo que reusa Oraque divinum spirant jam' mitia lunien ? Non lic cum trepidos ageres violentus Hibernos;

Dumorum; et Cæci prodest injuria cali. Cum bello exultans fremeres, ensemque roiares

Attamen ô, non fic faulto movet alite bela

Schombergus; non fic nobis favet alca Mats Immani gyro, rubris bacchatus in arvis

Occidit heu! Schombergus iniqui crimine cek; Invitus : (neque enim crudeles edere ftrages

Non illum verdads circum sua tempora laura Te juvat, aut animis Ditem satiare Tuorum.)

Confervat, non arcet inevitabile fuloien. Sic olim amplexus Semcles petiiffe Tonantem Fama eft, terribilem nigranti fuimine et igni:

At nunc ad cælum sugit, et pede fidera calcat, Maluit hic caris accumbere mitior ulnis,

Speciat et Heroes, iple et spectandus ab ills.

Hunc dicet veniens ztas, terique pepoies, Inque suam invitum trahit infcia Nympha ruinam.

Et quicunque Anglum audierint rugire Lerten. Tu tamen, 8 toties Wilhelmi aflueta triumphis

Cæpit enim rugire, et jamjam ad mæna vida Calliope, ô nunquam Heroum non grata labori,

Caletana fruniit trux, Dunkirkun que repolcat Wilhelmi immentos iterum enumerare triumphos

Creftas iterum lauros magnique tropza. Incipe, et in rotas iterum te atrollere laudes.

Henrici repetit : media Lodoicus in avli Ut requiem, fadæque ingloria ta dia pacis

Jamduduni trenuit, et Culiclmi ad nomina palk: Exosus, rursusque ardens in Martia caitra, Sanguinea que acies, fulgente que ære catervas, In bellum ruit, atque iterum te mifit in arma.

Gallus enim fævit, miserolque cruentus Hibernos Servitio premit, et viciâ dominatur lerne.

A POEM
Hinc Furcæ, Tornienta, Cruces, tradæque Catena
Horrendum ftrident: iterunque relurgere credas
Macquirum fquallentem, atque Anglo fanguine Mr. JOHN PHILIPS.

fædum,
Ixultapteni inimane, et vaftâ clade superbum.
Ogens lethifero nequicquam cxcmpta yeneno !
Fruftra Bufo tuis, ei Aranca cefle ab oris,.

EINCE our Ilis Glently deplores
Dum pecus Ignati invilum, sadique cuculli,

The Bard who spread her fane to difant theres: Ei Monachi lanciè proteoso abdomine' tardi

Since nobler pens their mournful bays fuspend, Vipeream infpirant aniniani, in ficiunique veneno.

My honeft zeal, if not my verse, conimead, Allurgit tandem Schon beigus, et emucat armis,

Forgive the poet, and approve the friend. Oui juga captivo cxcutiat Servilia collo :

Your care had long his flecting lite retrain'd,
Sed iruftra : securo hottis n.unimine valli
Aut laiet, aut èrrat vagus, cluditque fequentem,

One table fed you, and one bed contain'd;
For his dear fake long reftlefs nights you bare

, Augendis rihta: Cviieli. Celta triumphis; Vindiciis femper Gununi data refervant

Whilc rattling coughs his heaving velleks toe; Et vincia cripere,' et manibus divellere nodos,

Much was his pain, but your affidion soft.

Oh ! had no summons from the noily gok
Sic frultra Airides, iruftra 1 clamowius heros,
Au Trojam frutta pugnarunt miile carina,

Calld thee, unwilling, to the pauseous CT,
Thy love had o'er the dull discale prevan'd,

Thý mirth had cur'd where bafücd phyfic fail"d; From the "Academiae Oxonienfis Gratulatio pro

But since the will of Heaven his fate decreed, ext;tato lesenii miregis Cuica exhiberna Iecíru. usulat, c11cwiru Suichibo. Annu Lom1 yo." To thiy kind care my worthless liges fucceed;

TO THE MEMORY OF

TO A FRIEND.

Fruitless our hopes, though pious our essays, To him for case retires from toils of state,
Yours to preserve a friend, and mine to praise. Not half so proud to govern, as translate.

Oh! might I paint him in Miltonian verse, Our Spenser, first by Pisan poets taught,
With strains like those he fung on Glo'fter's herse; To us their tales, their style, and numbers
But with the meaner tribe I'm forc'd to chime,

brought.
. And, wanting strength to rise, descend to rhyme. To follow ours, now Tuscan bards defcend,

With other fire his glorious Blenheim shines, From Philips borrow, though to Spenser lend, And all the battle thunders in his lines :

Like Philips too the yoke of rhyme disdain ; His nervous verse great Boileau's strength tran. They first on Englith bards impos'd the chain, scends,

First by an English bard from rhyme their free-
And France to Philips, as to Churchill, bends.

dom gain.
Oh! various bard, you all our powers control, Tyrannic rhyme, that cramps to equal chimc
You now disturb, and now divert the soul : The gay, the soft, the florid, and fublime :
Milton and Butler in thy muse combine;

Some say this chain the doubtful sense decides,
Above the last thy manly beauties hine;

Confines the fancy, and the judgment guides :
For, as I've seen, when rival wits contend, I'm sure in needless bonds it poets ties,
One gaily charge, one gravely wise defend; Procruftes like, the ax or wheel applics,
This on quick turns and points in vain relies, To lop the mangled sense, or stretch it into size:)
T:.is with a look demure, and steady eyes, At best a crutch, that lifts the weak along,
With dry rebukes, or (neering praise, replies. Supports the feeble, but retards the firong;
So thy grave lines extort a juster smile,

And the chance thoughts, when govern’d by the
Reach Butler's fancy, but surpass his style ;

close,
He fpeaks Scarron's low phrase in humble trains, Oft rise to fustain, or descend to prose.
In thee the solemn air of great Cervantes reigns. Your judgment, Philips, ruld with steady fway,

What founding lines his abject themes express! You us'd nu curbing rhyme, the Muse to say,
What shining words the pompous shilling dress! To stop her fury, or dired her way.
There, there any cell, immortal made, outvies Thee on the wing thy uncheck'd vigor bore,
The frailer piles which o'er its ruins rise.

To wanton freely, or fecurely foar.
In her best light the Comic Muse appears,

So the stretch'd cord the shackle-dancer tries,
When she, with borrow'd pride, the buskin wears. As prone to fall, as impotent to rise :
So when nurse Nokcs, to act young Ammon When freed he moves, the sturdy cable bendo,
trics,

He mounts with pleasure, and secure descends;
With fhambling legs, long chin, and foolish eyes, Now dropping feems to strike the diftant ground,
With dangling hands he strokes th' imperial robe, Now high in air his quivering feet rebound.
And, with a cuckold's air, commands the globe; Rail on, ye uifters, who to Will's repair
The pomp and found the whole buffoon display'd, For new lampoons, fresh cant, or modish air;
And Ammon's son more mirth than Gomez made Rail on at Milton's son, who wisely bold

Forgive, dear fhade, the scene my folly draws ; Rejects new phrases, and resumes the old :
Thy strains divert the grief thy afhes cause : Thus Chaucer lives in younger Spenser's strains,
When Orpheus fings, the ghosts no more coni In Maro's page reviving Ennius reigns;
plain,

The ancient words the Majesty complete,
But, in his lulling music, lose their pain:

And make the poem venerably great:
So charm the fallies of thy Georgic Muse, So when the queen in royal habit's drest,
So calm our sorrows, and our joys infuse : Old mystic emblems grace th' imperial vest,
Here rural notes a gentle inirth inspire,

And in Eliza's robes all Anna stands confeft.
Hore lofty lines the kindling reader fire;

A haughty bard, to fame by volumes rais'd, Like that fair tree you praise, the poem charms, At Dick's, and Batson's, and through Smithfield, Cools like the fruit, or like the juice it warms.

prais'd, Bleft clime, which Vaga's fruitful Atreams im- Cries out aloud -Bold Oxford bard, forbear prove,

With rugged numbers to torment my ear;
Etruria's envy, and her Cosmo's love;

Yet not like thee the heavy critic soars,
Redstreak he quaffs beneath the Chiant vine, But paints in fuftian, or in turn deplores;
Gives Tuscan yearly for thy Scudmore's wine, With Bunyan's style profumes heroic songs,
And ev’n his Talso would exchange for thine. To the tenth page lean homilies prolongs;
Rift, rise, Roscommon, kee the Blenheim Muse For far-fetch'd shymes makes puzzled angels
The dull constraint of monkish rhyme refuse;

strain,
See, o'er the Alps his towering pinions soar, And in low prose dull Lucifer complain :
Where never English poet reach'd before : His envious Muse, by native dulness curst,
See mighty Cosmo's counsellor and friend, Damns the best poems, and contrives the work,
By turns on Cosmo and the Bard attend;

Beyond his praise or blame thy works prevail Rich in the coins and busts of ancient Rome, Complete where Dryden and thy Milton fail; lo him he brings a nobler treasure home; Great Milton's wing on lower themes sublides, In them he views her gods, and domes design'd; And Dryden oft in rhynie his weakness hides; la him the soul of Rome, and Virgil's mighty You ne'er with jingling words deceive the car, mind;

And yet, on humble subjccts, great appear.

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Thrice happy youth, whom noble Isis crowns ! | Candid to all, but to himself severe,
Whom Blackmore censures, and Godolphin owns: In humour pliant, as in life auftere.
So on the cuneful Margarita's tongue

A wile content his even foul secur'd,
The listening nymphs and ravish'd heroes hung : By want not fhaken, por by wealth allur'd:
But cits and fops the heaven-born music blame, To all sincere, though earnest to commend,
And bawl, and hils, and damn her into fame : Could praise a rival, or condemn a friend.
Like her sweet voice, is thy harmunious song, To him old Greece and Rome were fully know,
As high, as sweet, as easy, and as strong.

Their tongues, their spirits, and their iyles bis Oh! had relenting Heaven prolong'd his days, The towering bard had sung in nobler lays, Pleas'd the least steps of famous men to view, How the last trumpet wakes the lazy dead, Our authors' works, and lives, and souls, he key; How saints aloft the cross triumphant spread, Paid to the learn'd and great the same elteca, How opening Heavens their happy regions The one his pattern, and the one his theme: shew,

[glow, With equal judgment his capacious mind And yawning gulphs with flaming vengeance Warm Pindar's rage, and Euclid's reason jon I. And saints rejoicc above, and sinners howl be Judicious phyfic's noble art to gain low:

All drugs and plants explor'd, alas, in vain! Well might he sing the day he could not fear, The drugs and plants their drooping mat: And paint the glories he was sure to wear.

failid, Oh best of friends, will ne'er the filene urn Nor goodness now, nor learning aught avail'd; To our just vows the hapless youth return ? Yet to the bard his Chuschill's soul chey gave, Must he no more divert the tedious day?

And made him scorn the life they could ex Nor sparkling thoughts in antique words convey?

fave : No more to harmless irony descend,

Else could he bear unmov'd, the fatal guel, To noisy fools a grave attention lend,

The weight that all bis fainting limbs oppref, Nor merry tales with learn'd quotations blend ?. The coughs that ftruggled from his way No more in false pathetic phrase complain

breast ? Of Delia's wit, her charms, and her disdain ? Could he uomov'd approaching death fufizin? Who now shall godlike Anna's fame diffuse? Iis flow advances, and its racking pain? Must she, when most she merits, want a Muse? Could he ferene his weeping friends survey, Who now our Twysden's glorious fate shall tell; In his last hours his easy wit display, How lor'd he liv'd, and how deplor'd he fell? Like the rich fruit he fings, delicious in decay?) How, while the troubled elements around,

Once on thy friends look down, lanced Earth, water, air, the stunning din resound,

fhade, Through streams of smoke, and adverse fire, he And view the honours to thy afhes paid : rides,

Sone thy lov'd duft in Parian ttonts eu.lhrine, ) While every shot is levell’d at his sides?

Ochers immortal epitaphs delign, How, while the fainting Dutch remotely fire, With wit, and Atrength, that only yields to the: And the fani'd Eugene's iron troops retire, Ev'n', though flow to touch the painful tries, In the first front, amidst a slaughter'd pile,

Awake from slumber, and attempt to fing. High on the mound he dy'd neat great Argyll. Thee, Philips, thee delpairing Vaga mourns, Whom shall I find unbiass'd in dispute,

And gentle Isis soft complaints return; Eager to learn, unwilling to confute?

Dormer laments amidit the war's alarms, To whom the labours of my soul disclose,

And Cecil weeps in beauteous Tufton's arms: Reveal my pleasure, or discharge my woes? Thee, on the Po, kind Somerset deplores, Oh! in that heavenly youth for ever ends And ev’n that chauning scene his grief reitores: The best of fons, of brothers, and of friends. He to thy loss each mournful air applics, He sacred Frienuship’s stricteft laws obey'd, Mindful of thee on huge Taburnus lies, Yet more by Conscience than by Friendship But most at Virgil's tomb his swelling forror: Tway'd;

rile. Against himself his gratitude maintain'd,

But you, his darling friends, lament no mors; By favouts past, not future prospects gain’d; Display his fame, and not his fate deplore; Not nicely choosing, though by all desir’d, And let no tears from erring pity flow, Though learn'd, not vain, and humble, though For one that's blet above, immortaliz'd beien. admir'd;

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