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Cou'd swell the Soul to Rage, or kindle soft Desire.
At last Divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the Vocal Frame;
Enlarg'd the former narrow Bounds,
And added Length to folemn Sounds, With Nature's. Mother-Wit, and Arts unknown
(before, Let old Timot bewe yield the Prize,
Or both divide the Crown
She drew an Angel down.
Inventress of the Vocal Frame za
Enlarg’d the former narroto Bounds;
Andadded Length to solemn Sounds, With Nature's Mother-Wit, and Arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the Prize,
Or both divide the Crown;
She drew an Angel down.
The Cunning Man, or Conjarer,
And Sage Opinions of the Moon Sells i
When Geefe and Pullen are feduc'd,
Disguis'd in all the Mask of Night;
Weleft our * Champion on his Flights
And when the Hackney Sails most swift,
Presented to the KING, at his Arrival in
Holland, after the Discovery of the Conspiracy, in 1696. By Mr. Priør.
Serus in calum redeas ; diuque
Hor. ad Auguftuma YE E careful Angels, whom eternal Fate
Ordains, on Earth and human Acts to wait;
That Law with all her pompous Terror stands
Britain her Safety to your Guidance owns,
And Thou, great Minister, above the rest
Still, bleffed Angel, be thy Care the same;
We Angels Forins in pious Monarchs view;
Indulgent Fate our potent Pray’r receives; And still Britannia smiles, and William lives:
The Hero dear to Earth, by Heav'n belov'd, By Troubles must be vex'd, by Dangers provid; His Foes muft aid to make his Fame conipleat; And fix his Throne fecure on their Defeat.
So, tho' with fudden Rage the Tenipest conies; Tho' the Winds roar, and thoʻthe Water foams; Imperial Britain on the Sea looks down ; And smiling sees her Rebel Subjects frown:
Striking her Cliff, the Storm confirns her Pow'r; The Waves but whiten her Triumphant Shore: In vain they wou'd advance, in vain retreat; Broken they dash and perish at her Feet.
For William still new Wonders shall be shown; The Pow'rs that rescu'd shall preserve the Throne : Safe on his Darling Britain's joyful Sea, Behold, the Monarch plows his Liquid way: His Fleets in Thunder thro' the World declare, Whose Empire they obey, whose Arms they bear. Bless’d by aspiring Winds he finds the Strand Blackend with Crouds; he fees the Nations stand Blesling his Safety, proud of his Command. In various Tongues he hears the Captains dwell On their great Leader's Praise; by Turns they tell And listen (each with emulous Glory fir'd) How William conquer'd, and how France retir'd; How Belgia freed the Hero's Arm confess’d, But trembld for the Courage which she blest.
O Louis, from this great Example know, To be at once a Hero, and a Foe: By founding Trumpets, mark, and furly Drunis, When William to the open Vengeance comes Heading his Troops, and foremost in the Fight, Behold the Soldier plead the Monarch's Right.
Hence then, close Ambush, and perfidious War, Down to your Pristin Seats of Night repair. And thou, Bellona, weep thy cruel Pride Restrain'd, behind the Victor's Chariot tyd In brazen Knots, and Everlasting Chains. ( So Europe's Peace, fo William's Fate Ordains:) While on the Iv'ry Chair, in happy State He ficsfecure in Innocence, and great In regal Clemency; and views beneath Averted Darts of Rage; and pointless Arnis of Death