IV. The hoary fool, who many days Has struggled with continued forrow, To-morrow comes: 'tis noon, 'tis night; VI. Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight. VII. Our anxious pains we, all the day, In fearch of what we like, employ : Scorning at night the worthlefs prey, We find the labour gave the joy. VIII. At diftance through an artful glafs To the mind's eye things will appear: If we fee right, we see our woes: 5 X. We X. We wearied should lie down in death: I, Phillis but a perjur'd whore, Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW, cum Theses de Ictero pro Gradu Doctoris defenderet, 4 Junii, 1692. PHOEBE potens fævis morbis vel lædere gentes, Læfas folerti vel relevare manu, Afpice tu decus hoc noftrum, placidufque fatere' O' Tranflation. By Mr. COOKE. PHOEBUS, deity, whofe powerful hand And bid the groaning nations fmile again; On TH On the Taking of NAMUR. HE town which Louis bought, Naffäu re-claims, And brings inftead of bribes avenging flames. Now, Louis, take thy titles from above, Boileau fhall fing, and we'll believe thee Jove : ODE in Imitation of HORACE, 3 Od. i Written in 1692. I. HOW long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie By which thy close, thy conftant enemy, Or wake, degenerate ifle, or cease to own won: William (fo fate requires) again is arm'd; Thy father to the field is gone : Again Maria weeps her abfent lord, VOL. I. Are thy enervate fons not yet alarm'd? When William fights, dare they look tamely on, So flow to get their ancient fame restor❜d, As nor to melt at Beauty's tears, nor follow Valour's fword? II. See the repenting isle awakes, Her vicious chains the generous goddess breaks.: To march beneath the dog-star's raging heat, Where William and his virtue lead. III. Silence is the foul of war; Deliberate counsel must prepare The mighty work, which valour must compleat: As As whilst his cannon just prepar'd to breathe In the tried metal the clofe dangers glow, Perceives the flame, yet cannot ward the blow; No more of his defign appears, Than what awakens Gallia's fears; And (though Guilt's eye can fharply penetrate). Diftracted Lewis can defcry Only a long unmeasur'd ruin nigh. IV. On Norman coafts and banks of frighted Seine Britannia fafely through her master's sea, The French Salmoneus throws his bolts in vain, Whilft the true Thunderer afferts the main : 'Tis done! to fhelves and rocks his fleets retire, Swift victory in vengeful flames Burns down the pride of their prefumptuous names And the torn veffels that regain their coaft All this the mild, the beauteous, Queen has done, Maria does the fea command Whilft Gallia flies her husband's arms by land. |