Ye heroes, that have fought your country's caufe,
Redrefs'd her injuries, or form'd her laws,
To my adventurous fong juft witness bear,
Affift the pious Muse, and hear her swear;
That 'tis no Poet's thought, no flight of youth,
But folid ftory, and severest truth,
That William treasures up a greater name,
Than any country, any age, can boast:
And all that ancient stock of fame
He did from his fore-fathers take,
He has improv'd, and gives with interest back ;
And in his conftellation does unite
Their fcatter'd rays of fainter light :
Above or Envy's lash, or Fortune's wheel
That fettled glory fhall for ever dwell:
Above the rolling orbs, and common sky,
Where nothing comes that e'er fhall die.
XIII.
Where roves the Mufe? Where, thoughtless to return,
Is her fhort-liv'd veffel borne,
By potent winds too fubject to be tost,
And in the fea of William's praises lost?
Nor let her tempt that deep, nor make the shore,
Where our abandon'd youth she fees,
Shipwreck'd in luxury, and loft in ease;
Whom nor Britannia's danger can alarm,
Nor William's exemplary virtue warm:
Tell them, howe'er, the king can yet forgive
Their guilty floth, their homage yet receive,
And let their wounded honour live :
But fure and fudden be their just remorse ;
'Swift be their virtue's rife, and strong its course ;
For though for certain years and-destin'd times,
Merit has lain confus'd with crimes;
Though Jove feem'd negligent of human cares,
Nor fcqurg'd our follies, nor return'd our prayers,
His justice now demands the equal scales,
Sedition is fuppress'd, and truth prevails :
Fate its great ends by flow degrees attains,
And Europe is redeem'd, and William reigns.
HYMN to the SUN. Set by Dr. H. PURCELL. And intended to be fung before their MAJESTIES on New-year's day, 1693-4.
LIGHT of the world, and ruler of the
With happy speed begin thy great career ;
And, as thou doft thy radiant journies run,
Through every diftant climate own,
That in fair Albion thou haft feen
The greateft prince, the brighteft queen, That ever fav'd a land, or bleft a throne, Since first thy beams were spread, or genial power was known.
So may thy godhead be confeft,
So the returning year be blest,
As his infant months beftow
Springing wreaths for William's brow;
As his fummer's youth fhall fhed
Eternal fweets around Maria's head.
From the bleffings they beftow,
Our times are dated, and our æra's move s
They govern and enlighten all below,
As thou doft all above.
Let our hero in the war
Active and fierce, like thee, appear:
Like thee, great fon of Jove, like thee
When, clad in rifing majefty,
Thou marcheft down o'er Delos' hills confeft,
With all thy arrows arm'd, in all thy glory dreft.
Like thee, the hero does his arms employ,
The raging Python to destroy,
And give the injur'd nations peace and joy.
From faireft years, and time's more happy ftores,
Gather all the fmiling hours ;
Such as with friendly care have guarded
Patriots and kings in rightful wars ;
Such as with conquest have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares ;
Such as ftory has recorded
Sacred to Naffau's long renown,
For countries fav'd, and battles won.
March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day defign'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair fuccess ;
No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.
VI.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wifdom as in power;
Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours,
Choose out other fmiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When happy counfels were advifing;
Such as have lucky omens fhed
O'er forming laws, and empires rifing;
Such as many courses ran,
Hand in hand a goodly train,
To bless the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory flow,
What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.
As the folemn hours advance,
Mingled fend into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures,
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,
Man can afk, or Heaven diffufe:
That great Maria all those joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her fubjects flow..
VIII.
For thy own glory fing our fovereign's praise,
God of verfes and of days:
Let all thy tuneful fons adorn
Their lafting work with William's name;
Let chofen Mufes yet unborn
Take great Maria for their future theme:
Eternal ftructures let them raife,
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new fubject for the fong,
Nor fear they can exhauft the ftore,
Till nature's mufick lies unftrung;
Till thou, great god, fhalt lofe thy double power, And touch thy lyre, and fhoot thy beams no more.
The LADY'S LOOKING GLASS.
In Imitation of a Greek Idylliam.
CELIA and I the other day
Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea
The fetting fun adorn'd the coaft,
His beams intire, his fiercènefs loft:
And, on the furface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
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