You ev'ry Night may figh for Her in vain;
And rife cach Morning to fome fresh Disdain:
While CELIA's fofteft Look may ceafe to Charm;
And Her Embraces want the Pow'r to warm:
While these fond Arms, thus circling You, may prove
More heavy Chains, than Those of hopeless Love.

Just Gods! All other Things their Like produce:
The Vine arises from her Mother's Juice:
When feeble Plants, or tender Flow'rs decay;
They to their Seed their Images convey:
Where the old Myrtle her good Influence fheds;
Sprigs of like Leaf erect their Filial Heads:
And when the Parent Rofe decays, and dies;
With a resembling Face the Daughter-Buds arise.
That Product only which our Paffions bear,
Eludes the Planter's miferable Care:

While blooming Love affures us Golden Fruit;
Some inborn Poifon taints the fecret Root:

Soon fall the Flow'rs of Joy; foon Seeds of Hatred fhoot.

Say, Shepherd, fay, Are thefe Reflections true?
Or was it but the Woman's Fear, that drew
This cruel Scene, unjust to Love and You?
Will You be only, and for ever Mine?
Shall neither Time, nor Age our Souls disjoin?
From this dear Bofom fhall I ne'er be torn?
Or You grow Cold, Refpectful, and Forsworn?
And can you not for Her You love do more,
Than any Youth for any Nymph before?

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Prefented to the KING, on his MAJESTY'S Arrival in HOLLAND,

AT MARY'S Tomb, (fad, facred Place!)

The Virtues fhall their Vigils keepty I blonde't And every Mufe, and every Gracework endov s !W In folemn State fhall ever weep.mmonii Lobi si bal

The future, pious, mournful Fair,

Oft as the rolling Years return, Tel With fragrant Wreaths, and flowing Hair, Shall visit Her diftinguish'd Urn.:

·III.

For Her the Wife and Great shall mourn;
When late Records her Deeds repeat:

Ages to come, and Men unborn

Shall blefs her Name, and figh her Fate.

IV.

Fair ALBION fhall, with faithful Truft,
Her holy Queen's fad Reliques guard ;
'Till Heav'n awakes the precious Duft,
And gives the Saint her full Reward.

V.

But let the King dismiss his Woes,
Reflecting on his fair Renown;

And take the Cypress from his Brows,

To put his wonted Lawrels on.

VI.

If preft by Grief our Monarch stoops; ond mph ring)

In vain the BRITISH Lions roar:

If He, whofe Hand fuftain'd them, droops;

The BELGIC Darts will wound no more.
Parts will wound no m

VII.

Embattel'd Princes wait the Chief, tamni

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Whose Voice should rule, whofe Arm fhould lead;^ And, in kind Murmurs, chide That Grief, slo? ni Which hinders EUROPE being freed.

jhVIIIanom quoiq „owa? elT The great Example They demand, ynille-odi en d Who still to Conqueft led the Way) orgni dal Wishing Him present to Command,Dib sold sitty (112 As They stand ready to Obey.

torn FundIX, Las slïw.odt 1H 20'l They seek That Joy, which us'd to glow,

Expanded on the Hero's Face;
When the thick Squadrons preft the Foe,

And WILLIAM led the glorious Chace.

X.

To give the mourning Nations Joy,

Restore Them Thy aufpicious Light, Great Sun: with radiant Beams destroy

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Those Clouds, which keep Thee from our Sight.
XI.

Let Thy fublime Meridian Course J
For MARY'S: fetting Rays attone:
Our Luftre, with redoubl'd Force,
Must now proceed from Thee alone..

XII.

See, Pious King, with diff'rent Strife

Thy struggling ALBION's Bofom torn:
So much She fears for WILLIAM's Life,
That MARY'S Fate She dare hot mourn.
XIII.

Her Beauty, in thy fofter Half :
Bury'd and loft, She ought to grieve:
But let her Strength in Thee be safe:
And let Her weep; but let Her live.
XIV.

Thou, Guardian Angel, fave the Land
From thy own Grief, her fierceft Foe;
Left BRITAIN, refcu'd by Thy Hand,
Should bend and fink beneath Thy Woe.

XV.

Her former Triumphs all are vain,

Unless new Trophies ftill be fought;

And hoary Majesty sustain

The Battels, which Thy Youth has fought.

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XVI.

Where now is all That fearful Love,imman da ovije T Which made Her hate the War's Alarms?orul of That foft Excefs, with which She ftrovew: nul men) To keep her Hero in her Arms? iw pund) dcdf

XVII.

While still She chid the coming Spring,ril låt vil TNI Which call'd Him o'er his fubject Seas:

While, for the Safety of the King,

She wifh'd the Victor's Glary lefs. Domen ; won diui

XVIII.

'Tis chang'd; 'tis gone: fad BRITAIN NOW Haftens her Lord to Foreign Wars:

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Happy, if Toils may break his Woe; and in? do.
Or Danger may divert his Cares.dll dyn Mall.
XIX.

In Martial Din She drowns her Sighs,
Left He the rising Grief fhould hear:
She pulls her Helmet o'er her Eyes, riding
Left He should fee the falling Tear.

XXX

Go, mighty Prince, let FRANCE be taught, di
How constant Minds by Grief are try'd w

How great the Land, that wept and fought,
When WILLIAM led, and MARY dy'd.

XXI

Fierce in the Battel 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