II. Nor widows tears, nor tender orphans cries, Nor fwelling feas, nor threatening skies, Their lives to selfish ends decreed, But not for thefe his ivory lyre Nor Polyhymnia crown'd amid the choir, Thy fprings, Caftalia, turn their streams afide I. How juft, moft mighty Jove, yet how fevere That impious men fhall joylefs hear The Mufes' harmony! Their facred fongs, (the recompence Which pious minds to rapture raife, And worthy deeds at once excite and praise, To guilty hearts afford no kind relief; But add inflaming rage, and more afflicting grief. II. Monftrous Typhoeus, thus, new terrors fill, And now, beneath the burning hill Tremble the feas, and far Campania's fhore; III. From heaven alone all good proceeds; To heavenly minds belong All power and love, Godolphin, of good deeds, And thus most pleasing are the Mufe's lays I. Whether affairs of moft important weight And Anna's caufe and Europa's fate Or 1 Or whether leifure hours invite To manly fports, or to refin'd delight; Where generous fteeds conteft, with emulation fir'd! 11. Thee ftill fhe feeks, and tuneful fings thy name, While with the deathlefs worthy's fame Nor lefs fublime is now her choice, Nor lefs infpir'd by thee her voice. And now fhe loves aloft to found The man for more than mortal deeds renown'd; Varying anon her theme, fhe takes delight The fwift-heel'd horfe to praife, and fing his rapid flight. III. And fee! the air-born racers start, Impatient of the rein; Fafter they run than flies the Scithian dart, The winds themselves, who with their swiftness vie, In vain their airy pinions ply; So far in matchlefs speed thy courfers pafs Th' ætherial authors of their race. I. And now a while the well-ftrain'd courfers breathe; And now, my Mufe, prepare Of olive leaves a twifted wreath To bind the victor's hair. Pallas, in care of human-kind, The fruitful olive first design'd; Deep in the glebe her fpear fhe lanc'd, When all at once the laden boughs advanc'd : The Gods with wonder view'd the teeming earth, And all, with one confent, approv'd the beauteous birth. II. This done, earth-fhaking Neptune next essay'd, To emulate the blue-ey'd maid; Against the founding beach; the ftroke The central earth, whence, fwift as light, III. Thus gods contended (noble strife, Worthy the heavenly mind!) Who moft fhould do to foften anxious life, And moft endear mankind. Thus, thou, Godolphin, doft with Marlborough ftrive, From whofe joint toils we reft derive: Triumph in wars abroad his arm affures, Sweet Peace at home thy care fecures. AN From La Fontaine; an author, Dick, To which thy heart seems most inclin'd: A goblin of the merry kind, More black of hue, than curft of mind, Contriv'd a charm with fuch fuccefs, The |