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Now he himself for pity prays,

Fallor? au ex lævâ Convexi parte sereni His love in timorous sighs he breathes,

Diva vocata venit? While all his spoils, and glorious wreaths Ecce! citis magnum (pendens in verbere prona) Of laurel, at her feet the vanquish'd warrior lays.

Tranat inane rotis. Great prince! by that submission you'll gain Fronde .comas, auroque premit pulcherrima, more

Qualis adire solet.

[Martem Than e'er your haughty courage won before ; Gaudia, Blanditias, hilari vultuque renidens Here on your knees a greater trophy gain,

Spargit ubique Jocos.
Than that you brought from Lunsden's famous Lascivus pictas jaetantior explicat alas
plain;

Idaliusque puer.
Where, when your brother, fired with success, Adventu dispersa Deæ sunt nubila, venti
Too daringly upon the foe did press,

Nec fremuêre minis.
And was a captive made, then you alone

Dum Nymphas una ante alias formosior omnes, Did with your single arm support the throne:

Dignaque cura Deæ, Your gen'rous breast, with fury bojling o'er,

Sic

pæana canit, cælum et modulamine complet Like lightning through their scatter'd troops you

Vox sociata lyræ: flew,

[umph bore. And from th' amazed foe the royal prize in tri

“ Egregiam laudem, Venus, et spolia ampla re

fertis You have your ancestors in this one act out-done, Tuque, puerque tuus; si virgo Britannica victa Though their successful arms did this whole isle | Agnoscat numen (mentem jam saucia) vestrum. o'er-run.

Si votis, si sæva ullis insueta moveri, They, to revenge a ravish'd lady, came, Aut precibus præbere suas tractabilis aures,

You, to enjoy one spotless as your fame : Illum jam sentit, quem non miserata furorem est. Before them, as they march'd, the country Aled, “ Fervidus et Daniæ princeps, cui prælia curæ, And back behind them threw

(Detestata tibi) pictis et splendor in armis, Their curses as they flew;

Qui nec militiam vestram, nec castra, Cupido, On the bleak shore, expecting you, they stand, Novit, sed flammas et inania spicula risit, And with glad shouts conduct to land :

Dum trepidos Suecos ardens agit æquore campi, Through gaping crowds you're forc'd to press Jam Veverem accipiens invicto pectore totam, your way,

[ones pray:

Extendit palmas ad numina læsa rebelles.
While virgins sigh, the young men shout, and old
And with this beauteous lady you may gain,

“Jam non bella placent, et lituo lyram (This lady, that alone

Præfert, atque caput Itali casside ferrea Of greater value is than any throne)

Urgeri solitum, divitis Itali Without that rapine, guilt, and hate,

Unguentum redolens, suæ By a calm and even fate, (maintain.

“ Reclinat gremio conjugis; immemor That empire, which they did so short a while

Somni, dumque vagis luminibus Dean
Perlustrat, roseis oscula quæ labris

Libavit sitiens bibit,
ODE

“ Deponitque gravi militiâ latus
ON THE SAME OCCASION'.

Defessum in thalamo lætus amabili:

Hâc mercede juvant vulnera, sic caput
Hinc, hinc, Camænæ, cedite inutiles,

Objecisse periculis.
Nam cor potenti numine gaudium
Afflavit, exultansque pectus

“ Plaudit, Dione, læta Britannia,
Corripuit meliore flammâ.

Olim cruentum nec meminit mare, Talesque cantus fundere gestio,

Fusosve cives indecorè, aut
Ismene, quales auribus hauseras

Regna Dano populata forti;
Utrisque, quandò Dithyrambis
Pindarus incaluit solutis.

“ Hæc dum renidens vindicat omnia Dum nescit æquo flumine gaudium

Pulchris ocellis Anna, Georgium Prolabi, et arctis limitibus, vagè

Ducensque captivum catenis, Nunc huc redundans, nunc retrorsum,

Per thalamum graditur triumphans. Vorticibus furit inquietis.

Tuisque surgit laudibus Haffnia, Adsis, triumphos dum canimus tuos,

Volvendo retrò secula præcinens, Adsis, Cupido, illabere pectori:

Cum Cimber Anglo junctus omni
Dam personamus te, decoris

Det trepido sura jura mundo.
Carminibus, bona Cypris, adsis.
Cypron beatam sperne volatilis,

« lö Dione! Suecia jam canit, Huc, huc amorum septa cohortibus,

Pulsos colonos dum neque fulgidis
Molire gressus, ad Britannos

Deterret armis, nec tremendo
Carulcos age, Diva, currus.

Georgius indomitus tumultu,

“ Vos, par beatum, ter, ter et ampliùs, ' From the Hymenæus Catabrigiensis. Canta

Vos obligatam ferte Deæ dapem, brigiæ, 1683,-See the preceding poem by Mr.

Semperque amantes hanc benignam Montagu, in English, on the same occasion.

Perpetuo celebrate plausul”. This Latin Ode (or rather Medley) is much better than his English piece. KYNASTON.

CAROLUS MONTAGU, Generosus, et A. M. Trin. Coll YOL. IX.

2

THE MAN OF HONOUR.

When Danger calls and Honour leads the way,

With joy they follow, and with pride obey : OCCASIONED BY

When the rebellious foe came rolling on, A POSTSCRIPT OF PENN'S LETTER. And shook with gathering multitudes the throne,

Where were the minions then? What arm, what Not all the threats or favour of a crown,

force, A prince's whisper, or a tyrant's frown,

Could they oppose to stop the torrent's course? Can awe the spirit, or allure the mind,

“ Then Pembroke, then the nobles firmly stood, Of him, who to strict honour is inclin'd.

Free of their lives, and lavish of their blood; Though all the pomp and pleasure that does wait But, when your orders to mean ends decline, On public places, and affairs of state,

With the same constancy they all resign." Should fondly court him to be base and great; Thus spake the youth, who open'd first the With even passions, and with settled face,

way, He would remove the harlot's false embrace. And was the Phosph'rus to the dawning day;

Though allthe storms and tempests shouldarise, Follow'd by a more glorious splendid host, That church-magicians in their cells advise, Than any age, or any realm can boast: And from their settled basis nations tear,

So great their fame, so numerous their train, He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear;

To name were endless, and to praise in vain: Secure in innocence contemn them all,

But Herbert and great Oxford merit more; And decently array'd in honours fall.

Bold is their flight, and more sublime they soar; For this, brave Shrewsbury and Lumley's name So high their virtue as yet wants a name, Shall stand the foremost in the list of Fame; Exceeding wonder, and surpassing fame; Who first with steady minds the current broke, Rise, glorious church, erect thy radiant head; And to the suppliant monarch boldly spoke: The storm is past, th’impending tempest filed;

“ Great sir, renown'd for constancy, how just Had Fate decreed thy ruin or disgrace, Have we obey'd the crown, and servd our trust, It had not given such sons so brave a race; Espous'd your cause and interest in distress, When for destruction Heaven a realm designs, Yourself must witness, and our foes confess! The symptoms first appear in slavish minds. Permit us then ill Fortune to accuse,

These men would prop a sinking nation's weight, That you at last unhappy councils use,

Stop falling vengeance, and reverse ev'n fate. And ask the only thing we must refuse.

Let other nations boast their fruitful soil, Our lives and fortunes freely we'll expose, Their fragrant spices, their rich wine and oil; Honour alone we cannot, must not lose;

In breathing colours, and in living paint, Honour, that spark of the celestial fire,

Let them excel; their mastery we grant. That above Nature makes mankind aspire; But to instruct the mind, to arm the soul Ennobles the rude passions of our frame

With virtue which no dangers can control; With thirst of glory and desire of fame;

Exalt the thought, a speedy courage lend, The richest treasure of a generous breast,

That horrour canyot shake, or pleasure bend; That gives the stamp and standard to the rest. These are the English arts, these we profess, Wit, strength, and courage, are wild dangerous To be the same in misery and success; force,

To teach oppressors law, assist the good, Unless this softens and directs their course; Relieve the wretched, and subdue the proud. And would you rob us of the noblest part? Such are our souls: but what doth worth avail Accept a sacrifice without a heart?

When kings commit to hungry priests the scale! "Tis much beneath the greatness of a throne, All merit's light when they dispose the weight, To take the casket when the jewel's gone; Who either would embroil or rule the state, Debauch our principles, corrupt our race,

Defame those heroes who their yoke refuse, And teach the nobles to be false and base; And blast that honesty they cannot use; What confidence can you in them repose,

The strength and safety of the crown destroy, Who, ere they serve you, all their value lose? And the king's power against himself employ; Who once enslave their conscience to their lust, Affront his friends, deprive him of the brave; . Have lost their reins, and can no more be just. Bereft of these, he must become their slave.

“ Of honour, men at first like women nice, Men, like our money, come the most in play, Raise maiden scruples at unpractis'd vice; For being base, and of a coarse allay. Their modest nature curbs the struggling flame, The richest medals, and the purest gold, And stifles what they wish to act with shame: Of native value and exactest mould, But once this fence thrown down, when they per- By worth conceald, in private closets shine, ceive

For vulgar use too precious and too fine; That they may taste forbidden fruit and live; Whilst tin and copper with new stamping bright, They stop not here their course, but, safely in, Coin of base metal, counterfeit and light, Grow strong, luxuriant, and bold in sin;

Do all the business of the nation's turn, True to no principles, press forward still,

Rais'd in contempt, us'd and employ'd in scord; And only bound by appetite their will:

So shining virtues are for courts too bright, Now fawn and flatter, while this tide prevails, Whose guilty actions fy the searching light: But shift with every veering blast their sails. Rich in themselves, disdaining to aspire, Mark those that meanly truckle to your power, Great without pomp, they willingly retire; They once deserted, and chang'd sides before, Give place to fools, whose rash misjudging senst And would to morrow Mahonnet adore.

Increases the weak measures of their prince; On higher springs true men of honour move, They blindly and implicitly run on, Free is their service, and unbought their lore: Nor see those dangers which the others shun:

TO

bore :

Who, slow to act, each business duly weigh, The proudest honours have a narrow date,
Advise with freedom, and with care obey;

Unless they vindicate their names from Fate With wisdom fatal to their interest, strive

But who is equal to sustain the part?
To make their monarch lov'd, and nation thrive. Dryden has numbers, but he wants a heart;
Such bave no place where priests and women Injoin'd a penance, which is too severe
Who love fierce drivers, and a looser rein. [reign, For playing once the fool, to persevere.

Others, who knew the trade, have laid it down;
And, looking round, I find you stand alone.

How sir, can you, or any English Muse,
AN EPISTLE

Our country's fame, our monarch's arms, refuse?

'Tis not my want of gratitude, but skill,
Makes me decline what I can ne'er fulfil.

I cannot sing of conquest as I ought,
CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,

And my breath fails to swell a lofty note.

I know my compass, and my Muse's size,
OCCASIONED BY

She loves to sport and play, but dares not rise: HIS MAJESTY'S VICTORY IN IRELAND, 1690. Idly affects, in this familiar way,

In easy numbers loosely to convey, What! shall the king the nation's genius raise, What mutual friendship would at distance say. And make us rival our great Edward's days; Poets assume another tone and voice, Yet not one Muse, worthy a conqueror's name, When victory'stheir theme, and arms their choice. Attend his triumphs, and record his fame?

To follow heroes in the chase of fame, Oh, Dorset! you alone this fault can mend, Asks force and heat, and fancy wing'd with fame. The Muses' darling, confident, and friend; What words can paint the royal warrior's face? The poets are your charge, and, if unfit,

What colours can the figure boldly raise, You should be find to furnish abler wit;

When cover'd o'er with comely dust and smoke, Oblig'd to quit your ease, and draw again, He pierc'd the foe, and thickest squadrons broke? To paint the greatest bero, the best pen.

His bleeding arm, still painful with the sore, A hero, who thus early doth out-shine

Which, in his people's cause, the pious father The ancient honours of his glorious line;

(way, And, soaring more sublimely to renown,

Whom, cleaving through the troops a glorious The memory of their pious triumphs drown; Not the united force of France and Hellcould stay. Whose actions are deliver'd o'er to Fame,

Oh, Dorset! I am rais'd! I'm all on fire! As types and figures of his greater name.

And, if my strength could answer my desire, When Fate some mighty genius has design'd, In speaking paint this figure should be seen, For the relief and wonder of mankind,

Like Jove his grandeur, and like Mars his mien; Nature takes time to answer the intent,

And gods descending should adorn the scene. And climbs, by slow degrees, the steep ascent: See, see! upon the banks of Boyne he stands, She toils and labours with the growing weight, By his own view adjusting his commands: And watches carefully the steps of Fate;

Calm and serene the armed coast surveys, Till all the seeds of Providence unite,

And, in cool thoughts, the different chances weighs: To set the hero in a happy light;

Then, fir'd with fame, and eager of renown, Then, in a lucky and propitious hour,

Resolves to end the war, and fix the throne. Exerts her force, and calls forth all her power. From wing to wing the squadrons bending stand,

lo Nassau's race she made this long essay : And close their ranks to meet their king's comHeroes and patriots prepard the way,

mand; And promis'd, in their dawn, this brighter day; The drums and trumpets sleep, the sprightly noise A public spirit distinguish'd all the line,

Of neighing steeds, and cannons' louder voice, Successive virtues in each branch did shine, [sign. Suspended in attention, banish far Till this last glory rose, and crownd the great de All hostile sounds, and hush the din of war: Blest be bis name! and peaceful lie his grave, The silent troops stretch forth an eager look, Who durst his native soil, lost Holland, save! Listening with joy, while thus their general spoke: But William's genius takes a wider scope,

“ Come, fellow-soldiers, follow me once more, And gives the injurd, in all kingdoms, hope; And fix the fate of Europe on that shore; Born to subdue insulting tyrants' rage,

Your courage only waits from me the word, The ornament and terrour of the age;

But England's happiness commands my sword : The refuge where afflicted nations find

In her defence I every part will bear, Relief from those oppressors of mankind, The soldier's danger, and the prince's care, Whom laws restrain not, and no oaths can bind. And envy any arm an equal share. Him, their deliverer Europe does confess, Set all that's dear to men before your sight; All tongues extol, and all religions bless; For laws, religion, liberty, we fight; [flame, The Po, the Danube, Bætis, and the Rhine, To save your wives from rape, your towns from United in his praise, their wonder join;

Redeem your country sold, and vindicate her While, in the public cause, he takes the field, And shelter'd nations fight behind his shield. At whose request and timely call I rose, His foes themselves dare not applause refuse : To tempt my fate, and all my hopes expose; And shall such actions want a faithful Muse? Struggled with adverse storms and winter seas, Poets have this to boast: without their aid, That in my labonrs you might find your ease. The freshest lqurels nipp'd by malice, fade, Let other monarchs dictate from afar, And rütue to oblivion is betray'd:

And write the empty triumphs of the war:

name

In lazy palaces supinely rust;

The wounded arm would furnish all their rooins, My sword shall justify my people's trust,

And bleed for ever scarlet in the looms : For which--but I your victory delay;

Boileau with this would plume his artful pen: Come on; I and my genius lead the way." And can your Muse be silent? Think again.

He said, new life and joy ran through the host, Spare yonr advice; and since you have begun, And sense of danger in their wonder lost;

Finish your own design; the work is done. Precipitate they plunge into the flood,

Done! nothing's done! nor the dead colours In vain, the waves, the banks, the men, withstood: laid, The king leads on, the king does all infame, And the most glorious scenes stand undisplay'd; The king-and carries millions in the name. A thousand generous actions close the rear;

As when the swelling ocean bursts his bounds, A thousand virtues, still behind, stand crowding And, foaming, overwhelms the neighbouring

to appear. grounds,

The queen herself, the charming queen should The roaring deluge, rushing headlong on,

grace Sweeps cities in its course, and bears whole forests The noble piece, and in an artful place So on the foe the firm battalions prest, (down; Soften war's horrour with her lovely face. And he, like the tenth wave, drove on the rest; Who can omit the queen's auspicious smile, Fierce, gallant, young, he shot through every The pride of the fair sex, the goddess of our place,

isle? Urging their flight, and hurrying on the chase; Who can forget, what all admir'd of late, He bung upon their rear, or lighten’d in their face. Her fears for him, her prudence for the state? Stop! stop! brave prince! allay that generous Disguising cares, she smooth'd her looks with flame,

grace, Enough is given to England and to fame.

Doubts in her heart, and pleasure in her face. Remember, sir, you in the centre stand,

As danger did approach, her spirits rose, Europe's divided interests you command, And, putting on the king, dismay'd his foes. All their designs uniting in your hand:

Now, all in joy, she gilds the cheerful court; Down from your throne descends the golden chain, in every glance descending angels sport. Which does the fabric of our world sustain; As on the hills of Cynthus, or the meads That once dissolv'd by any fatal stroke,

Of cool Eurotas, when Diana leads The scheme of all our happiness is broke. The chorus of her nymphs, who there advance

Stop! Stop! brave prince! fleets may repair A thousand shining maids, and form the dance; And routed armies rally on the plain; (again, | The stately goddess with a graceful pride, But ages are requir'd to raise so great a man! Sweet and majestic, does the figure guide, Hear how the waves of French ambition roar, Treading in just and easy measures round; Disdaining bounds, and breaking on the shore, The silver arrows on her shoulder sound; Which you, ordain'd to curb their wild destructive She walks above them all. Such is the scene power,

Of the bright circle, and the brighter queen. That strength remov'd; again, again, they flow, These subjects do, my lord, your skill comi. Lay Europe waste, nor law, nor limits know.

mand, Stop! Stop! brave prince !-what, does your These none may touch with an unhallow'd hand: Muse, sir, faint ?

Tender the strokes must be, and nicely writ, Proceed, pursue his conquests—faith, I can't: Disguis'd encomiums must be hid in wit, My spirits sink, and will no longer bear;

Which modesty, like theirs, will e'er admit, Rapture and fury carry'd me thus far

Who made no other steps to such a throne Transported and amaz'd

But to deserve, and to receive, the crown.
That rage once spent, I can no more sustain
Your flights, your energies, and tragic strain,
But fall back to my natural pace again;
In humble verse provoking you to rhyme;
I wish there were more Dorsets at this time.
Oh! if in France this hero had been born,

WRITTEN AT ALTHROP,
What glittering tinsel would his acts adorn!
There 'tis iminortal fame and high renown,

IN A BLANK LEAF OF WALLER'S POEMS,
To steal a country, and to buy a town:
There triumphs are o'er kings and kingdoms sold, lpon seeing Vandyke's picture of the old lady
And captire Virtue led in chains of gold.

Sunderland. If courage could, like courts, be kept in pay, What suins would Lewis give, that France might VANDYKE had colours, softness, fire, and art, say

When the fair Sunderland inflam'd his heart. That victory follow'd where he led the way? Waller had numbers, fancy, wit, and fire, He all his conquests would for this refund, And Sucharissa was his fond desire. And take th' equivalent, a glorious wound. Why then at Althrop seem her charms to faint, Then, what advice, to spread his real fame, In these sweet numbers and that glowing paint? Would pass between Versailles and Nôtredame? This happy seat a fairer mistress warms; Their plays, their songs, would dwell upon his This shining offspring has eclips'd her charms: wound,

The different beauties in one face we find; And operas repeat no other sound;

Soft Amoret with brightest Sacharissa join'd. Boyne would, for ages, be the painter's theme, As high as Nature reach'd, their art could soar; The Gobelins' labour, and the poets dream: But she ne'er made a finish'd piece before.

VERSES,

Which she, accepting with a nice disdain,

Owns them her subjects, and begins to reign: WRITTEN' FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE Fair queen of Popland is her royal style; KIT-CAT CLUB, 1703.

Fopland! the greatest part of this great isle!

Nature did ne'er so equaliy divide
Dutchess of St. ALBANS.

A female heart, 'twixt piety and pride:
The line of Vere, so long renown'd in arms, Her waiting-maids prevent the peep of day,
Concludes with lustre in St. Albans charms. And, all in order, on her toilet lay (paint;
Her conquering eyes have made their race com Prayer-books, patch-boxes, sermon notes, and
They rose in valour, and in beauty set. [plete; At once t'improve the sinner and the saint.

Farewel, friend Moll: expect no more from me; Dutchess of BEAUFORT.

But if you would a full description see, Offspring of a tuneful sire,

You'll find her somewhere in the Litany,
Blest with more than mortal fire;

With Pride, Vain-glory, and Hypocrisy.
Likeness of a mother's face,
Blest with more than mortal grace;
You with double charms surprise,
With his wit, and with her eyes.

VERSES BY LORD HALIFAX.
Lady MARY CHURCHILL.

FROM DR. Z. GREY'S MSS.
Fairest and latest of the beauteous race, [face;
Blest with your parents wit, and her first blooming

ALL the matcrials are the same
Born with our liberties in William's reign,

Of beauty and desire,
Your eyes alone that liberty restrain.

In a fair woman's goodly frame
Dutchess of RICHMOND.

No brightness is without a tlame,

No flame without a fire.
Of two fair Richmonds different ages boast,

Then tell me what those creatures are,
Theirs was the first, and ours the brightest toast;
Th'adorers' offerings prove who's most divine,

That would be thought both chaste and fair? They sacrific'd in water, we in wine.

Go ask but thy philosophy

What gives her lips the balm,
Lady SUNDERLAND.

What makes her breasts to heave so high,
All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear,

What spirit gives motion to her eye,
Bright as her eyes, and as her reason clear : Or moisture to her palm?
Yet still their force, to men not safely known, Then tell me, &c.
Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.

Ah Cælia, then, be not so nice,
Mademoiselle SPANHEIME.

For that betrays thy thoughts and thee;
Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,

There's not a feature or a grace
Your charms to brighter glory here advance; Bedecks thy body or thy face,
The stubborn Britons own your beauty's claim, But pimps within for me.
And with their native toasts enrol your name. Then tell me, &c.

ON THE

ON

COUNTESS DOWAGER OF

ORPILEUS

AND

COURAGE, dear Moll, and drive away despair.
Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair,
In spite 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 goose, all feather'd like a jay,
So gravely vain, and so demurely gay,
Last night, t adorn the court, did overload
Her bald buff forehead with a high commode:
Her steps were manag'd with such tender art,
As if each board had been a lover's heart.
In all her air, in every glance, was seen
A mixture strange, 'twixt fifty and fifteen.
Admiring fops about her crowding press;
Hambden himself delivers their address,

SIGNORA FRANCISCA MARGARITA. Hail, tuneful pair! say, by what wondrous charms,

{arms? One 'scap'd from Hell, and one from Greber's When the soft Thracian touch'd the trembling strings,

[wings:
The winds were hush'd, and curld their airy
And when the tawny Tuscan rais'd her strain,
Rook furls his sails, and dozes on the main.
Treaties unfinish'd in the office seep,
And Shovel yawns for orders on the deep.
Thus equal charms and equal conquests claim;
To him high woods and bending timber came,
To her shrub Hedges, and tall Nottingham. -

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