But fure and fudden be their just remorse;
'Swift be their virtue's rise, and strong its course ;
For though for certain years and deftin'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 juftice now demands the equal scales,
Sedition is fupprefs'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.

I.

LIGHT of the world, and ruler of the year,
With happy fpeed begin thy great career ;

And, as thou doft thy radiant journies run,
Through every distant 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.

II.

So may thy godhead be confeft,
So the returning year be blest,

As

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 : They govern and enlighten all below,

As thou doft all above.

III.

Let our hero in the war

Active and fierce, like thee, appear:

Like thee, great fon of Jove, like thee

When, clad in rising majesty,

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’ď nations

IV.

peace

and joy.

From faireft years, and time's more happy ftores,

Gather all the smiling hours ;

Such as with friendly care have guarded
Patriots and kings in rightful wars ;
Such as with conqueft have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares ;

Such as ftory has recorded
Sacred to Naffau's long renown,
For countries fav'd, and battles won.

V. March

V.

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 fuccefs;

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 smiling 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 blefs the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show,

What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.

VII.

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 pleafures,
Man can afk, or Heaven diffufe:

That

That great Maria all those joys may know,

Which, from her cares, upon her subjects 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 structures let them raife,
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new fubject for the song,

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 Idyllium.

CELIA and I the other day

Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea :

The fetting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams intire, his fiercènefs loft:
And, on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the fcene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.

With fecret joy I heard her fay,

That she would never mifs one day

A walk fo fine, a fight fo-gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the sky ;-
The lightning flies, the thunder roars ;
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight:
And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the fhore, or view the main.

Once more at least look back, faid I.
Thyfelf in that large glafs defcry:
When thou art in good-humour dreft;
When gentle reason rules thy breast;
The fun upon the calmest sea
Appears not half so bright as thee :
"Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love :
I blefs my chain; I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on fhore.

But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bofom tear;
When the big lip and watery eye
Tell me, the rifing storm is nigh;
'Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours lefs than I.

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