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When Gods and God-like Kings he did rehearse,
And crown'd them with immortal Verfe,
Worth all their Statutes, by the skilful'ft Hand,
That only could for fhort-liv'd Ages stand.
But the Poffeffion of the Golden Lyre,
Where all the Charms of Harmony conspire,
The Mufe to Pindar did confine:

Pindar alone fhe does permit

In Wit's fublimeft Orb to fit,
And, like the Sun, without a Rival shine.'

Zeal therefore shall perform the Mufe's Part,
And Poetry's Deficiences fupply;
Zeal, that shall vie with Art,
And mount the Song as high.

Befides, my Theme, fo Charming, fo Divine!
Without a Muse, shall raise Poetick Fire;
A QUEEN, that can, beyond a Muse, inspire,
A QUEEN more facred than the NINE.

O best of Sov❜reigns! From your lofty Sphere,
Vouchsafe your trembling Bard to chear,
Vouchsafe your Votary to hear

Who in fincere, tho flender Lays, Attempts the Triumphs of your Praise, And to attempt is all

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For what rash Mortal will pretend

In Words to comprehend

Vertues, where Speech no Aid affords ;

Graces, beyond the narrow Bounds of Words; Or number Royal Gifts that Number's Pow'r tran

To You (her Sacred Guardian here)
Happy Britannia ever will address,
And, with repeated Vows confefs,
That, in her Sov❜reign Sphere,

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Your Equal never rose, nor fhall hereafter rife.
The best and greatest Prize

That Fate e'er gave, or ever fhall bestow;
And, yet for ought we Mortals know,
Another Golden Seafon may be feen,

A Second Golden Age, but never fuch a QUEEN:
A QUEEN! Whom all United Vertues crown,
That, fingly, gave her Ancestors Renown:
She does their precious Ore ingrofs,
Without the leaft Remains of Drofs,
So Sublimated, fo Refin'd,

That now Those Sons of Light,

So glorious in their Night,

Languish like Stars by the Sun's Beams out-fhin'd ̧

Amidst these Triumphs of her State,
Advanc'd to fuch a dang❜rous Height,

And jealous of her future Fate,

Pofterity is now BRITANNIA's Care;
For them the prays-What therefore is her Pray'r?
Not for Increase of Wealth, more Blenheim-Spoils;
More Trophies of her Hero's Toils,

To hear her Naval Thunder roar,
Alarming all th' Atlantick Shoar;

Great ANNA there new Garlands win;

New Conquests there begin,

Where Hercules gave o'er.

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Successfully for these she has addrest,
But fums her Wishes now in One Request,
And does for that with utmost Ardour call,
The mighty Bleffing that includes them All.
That fuch a Princess, fo belov'd

By Heaven, by Britain, and by All approv'd,
Whom every Nation wish their own,

To bless her People long may long poffefs her Throne:

Long may my Queen furvive to be By Juftice, Prudence, Conftancy, The True Vicegerent of the Deity; To cherish Peace, fupport Allies, And Haughty Tyrants to chaftife, The Griefs of Europe to redress; The Univerfal Patronefs.

Live ANNA! for the Publick Welfare Live; And live to share the Bleffings that you give; In your Protection fafe our Law remains, Sweet Liberty,with You,her antient Rights regains, With you Religion's crown'd, with you Religion (reigns.

Then, fince affur'd, whene'er You go,

Of everlasting Welcome there,

May your Return to Native Skies be flow;
This is the Gen'ral Pray'r.

While You remain, our World is bleft;
When You remove I leave the rest
To be in Sighs Expreft.

The Miseries of England, from the Growing Power of her Domeftick Enemies, 1701.

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LBION, disclose thy droufy Eyes, and fee
The Bondage that furrounds thy Liberty;
Put on thy mourning Weeds, prepare to groan
Beneath that Fate thy Foes are hurry'ng on:
Thou haft not only thofe Abroad to fear,
But worse at Home that Favour's Badges wear;
Who fond of Honours lurk beneath the Throne,
And facrifice thy Welfare to their own:
They envy Monarchy, thy Church they hate,
And are but flatt'ring Sycophants of State;
Who widen Discords, and Diffenfions breed,
Yet are, by Querks, from common Justice freed;
Upheld by Brethren partial to their Cause,
T'abuse the Kingdom, and defy the Laws;
Rais'd for fome fecret Services in State,
From narrow Fortunes to be vastly Great.
These for new Wars may well express their haft
Who throve so strangely in the fruitless last,
And Mercenary-like delight in Broils,

To fill their Coffers with the Kingdom's Spoils.
So those that live on Wrecks calm Weather hate,
Because they gain most when the Storm is great.
Nations in trouble, like to Ships distress'd,
Often by thofe that help them are opprefs'd.
Statefmen, like Salvages, the Publick fave,
And for fmall Service great Rewards will have.
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Those who with Hands unbrib'd, and Hearts 'Twixt Prince and People in a Medium fteer, Preferve that Ballance which fupports the State, And makes the People Safe, and Monarch Great. Such worthy Patriots merit our Efteem, ynd hine like Jems about the Diadem,

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Enjoying what they equally approve,

Their Prince's Favor, and their Country's Love.
But thofe afpiring Minions, who extend

Their Master's Pow'r, to ferve their own by-End,
Beyond those Fences which the Laws have made,
That neither Part fhould t'other's Rights invade;
Confound that Concord in the Soul of Pow'r,
That makes the Whole harmoniously fecure;
Filling each Subject's Heart with Difcontent,
Weakning the pow'rful Frame of Government,
By ftraining all its Springs beyond their due extent.
So th'active Man, too prodigal of Strength,
Exerts his ftrenuous Sinews, till at length,
Aiming to show fome wonderful Exploit,
Amazing to the fond Spectator's fight,
He breaks in the attempt fome Nerve within,
And lamely leaves unfinish'd his Defign;
Thus ftrains himself beyond juft Nature's Laws,
And gains Contempt inftead of vain Applause.
So fare ambitious Ministers of State,

Who stretch their Power to be unjustly Great.
Some from Obscurity start up on high,

And are made Great for none knows what, or why.
To ill Compliance brib'd with golden Baits,
Glean from the Publick Treasure large Eftates;
And for dark Stratagems perform'd by stealth,
Glut their bafe Av'rice with the Nation's Wealth.
These are referv'd to pacify the Rage
Of injur❜d People in a prying Age;
And muft, when fullen Times require, atone
For other's Ills as tamely as their own,

And with their Sanative Destruction heal
The painful Wounds the angry Publick feel.
Others born Great, more wary, and more wife,
Bulky in Wealth, and fubtle in Advice,
Run with the Crown for Honor and for Gold,
But yet for Safety with their Country hold: