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Placing the Saint an emblem by his side,
The Hero bows obedient, and retires :
Me, the begins, the fairest child of Jove,
Dare then, thou much belov’d by smiling Fate, For Anna's sake, and in her
His high commission is through Britain known,
Belgia receives him welcome to her shores ;
Secret and swift behold the Chief advance ;
troops recede : Triumphs the Goddess, from her promise freed.
The eagle, by the British lion's might Unchain'd and free, directs her upward flight : Nor did the e'er with stronger pinions soar From Tyber's bank, than now from Danube's shore.
Fir'd with the thoughts which these ideas raise, And great
ambition of my country's praise ; The English Mufe should like the Mantuan rise, Scornful of earth and clouds, should reach the skies, With wonder (though with envy still) pursued by
But we must change the style - just now I said, I ne'er was master of the tuneful trade ; Or the small genius which my youth could boast, In prose and business lies extinct and loft: Bless'd, if I may fome younger Muse excité ; Point out the game, and animate the flight; That; from Marseilles to Calais, France may know, As we have conquerors, we have poets too; And either laurel does in Britain
grow; That, though among ourselves, with too much heat, We sometimes wrangle, when we should debate; (A consequential ill which freedom draws; A bad effect, but from a noble cause ;) We can with universal zeal advance, To curb the faithless arrogance of France; Nor ever shall Britannia's fons refuse To answer to thy Master or thy Muse; Nor want just subject for victorious strains, While Marlborough's arm eternal laurels gains ; And where old Spenser sung, a new Elisa reigns.
Upon this Passage in the SCALIGERIANA. " Les Allemans ne ce foucient pas quel Vin ils boivent
pourveu que ce soit Vin, ni quel Latin ils parlent pourveu que ce soit Latin."
HEN you with High-Dutch Heeren dine,
Expect false Latin, and stumm'd wine :
To a CHILD of QUALITY,
Five Years old, 1704 ;
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Left those bright eyes that cannot read
Forbid'me yet my flame to tell,
With all the tender things I swear;
For, though the strictest prudes should know it;
The lines some younger rival sends ;
And we shall still continue friends.
For, as our different ages move,
'Tis so ordain’d, (would Fate but mend it!) That I shall be past making love,
When she begins to comprehend it.
PART I AL
F A M E.
H E sturdy Man, if he in lave obtains,
In open pomp and triumph reigns :