We wearied fhould lie down in death. : This cheat of life would take no more,
you thought fame but empty breath,
I, Phillis but a perjur'd whore.
Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW, cum Thefes de Ictero pro Gradu Doctoris defenderet, 4 Junii, 1692.
HOEBE potens fævis morbis vel lædere gentes, Læfas folerti vel relevare manu,
Afpice tu decus hoc noftrum, placidufque fatere Indomitus quantum profit in arte labor: Non icterum pofthac pestemve minaberis orbi, Fortius hic juvenis dum medicamen habet :
Mitte dehinc iras, et nato carmina dona; Neglectum telum dejice, fume lyram.
Tranflation. By Mr. COOKE.
! PHOEBUS, deity, whofe powerful hand Can fpread diseases through the joyful land, Alike all-powerful to relieve the pain, And bid the groaning nations fmile again; When this our pride you fee, confefs you
In him what art can do with labour join'd: No more the world thy direful threats fhall fear, While he, the youth, our remedy, is near: Supprefs thy rage; with verfe thy fon infpire, The dart neglected, to affume the lyre.
On the Taking of NAMUR.
THE town which Louis bought, Naffau re-claims, And brings instead of bribes avenging flames.
Now, Louis, take thy titles from above,
Boileau fhall fing, and we'll believe thee Jove : Jove gain'd his miftrefs with alluring gold,
But Jove like thee was impotent and old ! Active and young did he like William stand, He 'ad ftunn'd the dame, his thunder in his hand.
ODE; in Imitation of HORACE, 3 Od. ii. Written in 1692.
OW long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie In the lethargic fleep, the fad repofe,
By which thy close, thy conftant enemy, Has foftly lull'd thee to thy woes?
Or wake, degenerate ifle, or cease to own
What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done;
The fpoils they brought thee back, the crowns they
William (fo fate requires) again is arm'd;
Thy father to the field is gone:
Again Maria weeps her abfent lord, For thy repofe content to rule alone.
Are thy enervate fons not yet
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
See the repenting ifle awakes,
Her vicious chains the generous goddess breaks :- The fogs around her temples are difpell'd; Abroad the looks, and fees arm'd Belgia stand Prepar'd to meet their common Lord's command; Her lions roaring by her fide, her arrows in her hand And, blushing to have been fo long with-held, Weeps off her crime, and haftens to the field: Henceforth her youth fhall be inur'd to bear Hazardous toil and active war :
To march beneath the dog-ftar's raging heat, Patient of fummer's drought, and martial fweat; And only grieve in winter's camps to find Its days too fhort for labours they defign'd:
All night beneath hard heavy arms to watch; All day to mount the trench, to form the breach; And all the rugged paths to tread,
Where William and his virtue lead..
Silence is the foul of war;
Deliberate counsel must prepare
The mighty work, which valour must compleat : Thus William refcued, thus preferves the state Thus teaches us to think and dare.
As whilft his cannon juft prepar'd to breathe Avenging anger and swift death,
In the tried metal the close dangers glow, And now, too late, the dying foe
Perceives the flame, yet cannot ward the blow;, So whilft in William's breast ripe counfels lie, Secret and fure as brooding Fate,
No more of his defign appears, Than what awakens Gallia's fears; And (though Guilt's eye can fharply penetrate) Diftracted Lewis can defery
Only a long unmeasur'd ruin nigh.
On Norman coafts and banks of frighted Seine Lo! the impending storms begin : Britannia fafely through her master's fea, Plows up her victorious way.
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 They run to fhipwreck to avoid our fire,
And the torn veffels that regain their coaft
Are but fad marks to fhew the reft are loft:
All this the mild, the beauteous, Queen has done, And William's fofter-half shakes Lewis' throne:
Maria does the fea command
Whilft Gallia flies her husband's arms by land.
So, the Sun abfent, with full fway the Moon Governs the isles, and rules the waves alone : So Juno thunders when her Jove is gone. Io Britannia! loofe thy ocean's chains,
Whilft Ruffel ftrikes the blow thy queen ordains; Thus rescued, thus rever'd, for ever stand, And bless the counsel, and reward the hand, Io Britannia! thy Maria reigns.
From Mary's conquefts, and the rescued main, Let France look forth to Sambre's armed fhore, And boast her joy for William's death no more. He lives; let France confefs, the victor lives: Her triumphs for his death were vain, And spoke her terror of his life too plain. The mighty years begin, the day draws nigh, In which that one of Lewis' many wives, Who, by the baleful force of guilty charms, Has long enthrall'd him in her wither'd arms, Shall o'er the plains, from diftant towers on high, Caft around her mournful eye,
And with prophetic forrow cry:
"Why does my ruin'd lord retard his flight? Why does despair provoke his age to fight? As well the wolf may venture to engage
The ravenous vulture, and the bird of night, As fafely tempt the stooping eagle's flight; As Lewis to unequal arms defy
Yon' hero, crown'd with blooming victory,
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