XXI.

Fierce in the battle make it known,

Where death with all his darts is feen,
That he can touch thy heart with none,
But that which ftruck the beauteous queen.
XXII.

Belgia indulg'd her open grief,

While yet her master was not near;
With fullen pride refus'd relief,
And fat obdurate in despair.
XXIII.

As waters from her fluices, flow'd
Unbounded forrow from her eyes t
To earth her bended front fhe bow'd,
And fent her wailings to the skies.
XXIV.

But when her anxious lord return'd;
Rais'd is her head; her eyes are dry'd :
She smiles, as William ne'er had mourn'd
She looks, as Mary ne'er had dy'd.
XXV.

That freedom which all forrows claim,

She does for thy content refign:

Her piety itself would blame;

If her regrets fhould waken thine.
XXVI.

To cure thy woe, fhe fhews thy fame;
Left the great mourner should forget,
That all the race, whence Orange came,
Made Virtue triumph over Fate.

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XXVII. William

XXVII.

William his country's caufe could fight,
And with his blood her freedom feal:
Maurice and Henry guard that right,
For which their pious parents fell.
XXVIII.

tell:

How heroes rife, how patriots fet,
Thy father's bloom and death may
Excelling others these were great:
Thou, greater still, must these excell.
XXIX.

The last fair inftance thou must give,
Whence Naffau's virtue can be try'd ;
And fhew.the world, that thou can't live,
Intrepid, as thy confort dy'd.

XXX.

Thy virtue, whofe refiftlefs force
No dire event could every stay,
Muft carry on it's deftin'd course;

Though Death and Envy ftop the way.
XXXI.

For Britain's fake, for Belgia's, live:

Pierc'd by their grief forget thy own: New toils endure; new conquest give;

And bring them eafe, though thou haft none. XXXII.

Vanquish again; though fhe be gone,

Whofe garland crown'd the victor's hair: And reign; though fhe has left the throne, Who made thy glory worth thy care.

XXXIII. Fair

XXXIII.

Fair Britain never yet before

Breath'd to her king a useless pray'r:

Fond Belgia never did implore,

While William turn'd averse his ear.
XXXIV.

But should the weeping hero now
Relentless to their wishes prove;
Should he recall, with pleafing woe,
The object of his grief and love;
XXXV.

Her face with thousand beauties bleft,
Her mind with thousand virtues ftor'd,
Her pow'r with boundless joy confeft,
Her perfon only not ador'd :

XXXVI.

Yet ought his forrow to be checkt;

Yet ought his paffions to abate:
If the great mourner would reflect,
Her glory in her death compleat.
XXXVII.

She was inftru&ted to command,
Great king, by long obeying thee':
Her fcepter, guided by thy hand,
Preferv'd the ifles, and rul'd the fea.
XXXVIII.

But oh! 'twas little, that her life

O'er earth and water bears thy fame: In death, 'twas worthy William's wife, Amidst the stars to fix his name.

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XXXIX.

Beyond where matter moves, or place
Receives it's forms, thy virtues rowl:
From Mary's glory, angels trace
The beauty of her part'ner's foul.
XL.

Wife Fate, which does it's Heav'n decree
To heroes, when they yield their breath,
Haftens thy triumph. Half of thee
Is deify'd before thy death.

XLI.

Alone to thy renown 'tis giv'n,

Unbounded through all worlds to go: While fhe, great faint, rejoices Heav'n ; And thou fuftain'st the orb below.

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A N A CREO N.

LET 'em cenfure: what care I?
The herd of criticks I defy.
Let the wretches know, I write
Regardless of their grace, or fpight.
No, no the fair, the

gay, the young
Govern the numbers of my Song.
All that they approve is sweet:
And all is fenfe, that they repeat.

Bid the warbling Nine retire:
Venus, ftring thy servant's lyre :
Love shall be my endless theme:
Pleasure shall triumph over fame :
And when these maxims I decline,
Apollo, may thy fate be mine:
May I grafp at empty praise;

And lose the nymph, to gain the bays.