And light and honour to brave actions yield,
Hid in the fmoke and tumult of the field.
Ages to come fhall know that leader's toil,
And his great name on whom the Mufes fmile:
Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace,
And this relation with thy colours grace.
Then draw the Parliament, the nobles met,
And our Great Monarch * high above them set : 3c0
Like young Auguftus let his image be,
Triumphing for that victory at sea,`
Where Egypt's Queen†, and Eastern Kings o'er
Made the poffeffion of the world his own. [thrown,
Laft draw the Commons at his royal feet,
Pouring out treasure to supply his fleet:
They vow with lives and fortunes to maintain
Their King's eternal title to the main:
And with a prefent to the Duke, approve
His valour, conduct, and his country's love.
HIS MAJESTY KING JAMES II.
SINCE James the Second grac'd the British throne,
Truce, well obferv'd, has been infring'd by none:
Christians to him their present union owe,
And late fuccefs against the common foe;
While neighb'ring princes, loath to urge their fate, 5
Court his affistance, and suspend their hate.
So angry bulls the combat do forbear,
When from the wood a lion does appear.
This happy day peace to our island fent,
As now he gives it to the Continent.
A prince more fit for fuch a glorious task
Than England's King, from Heav'n we cannot ask : He (great and good!) proportion'd to the work, Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk Such kings, like stars with influence unconfin'd, 15 Shine with aspect propitious to mankind;
Favour the innocent, reprefs the bold,
And, while they flourish, make an Age of Gold.
Bred in the camp, fam'd for his valour young;
At fea fuccefsful, vigorous, and strong;
His fleet, his army, and his mighty mind,
Efteem and rev'rence thro' the world do find.
A prince with fuch advantages as thefe,
Where he perfuades not, may command a peace.
Britain declaring for the juster side,
The most ambitious will forget their pride:
They that complain will their endeavours cease,
Advis'd by him, inclin'd to prefent peace,
Join to the Turk's deftruction, and then bring
All their pretences to so just a king.
If the fuccefsful troublers of mankind,
With laurel crown'd, fo great applause do find,
Shall the vex'd world less honour yield to those
That stop their progrefs, and their rage oppose?
Next to that Pow'r which does the ocean awe,
Is to fet bounds, and give Ambition law.
The British Monarch shall the glory have,
That famous Greece remains no longer flave;
That fource of art and cultivated thought!
Which they to Rome, and Romans hither brought. The banish'd Mufes fhall no longer mourn,
But may with Liberty to Greece return :
Tho' flaves, (like birds that fing not in a cage)
They loft their genius and poetick rage;
Homers again, and Pindars, may be found,
And his great actions with their numbers crown'd.
HIS MAJESTY KING JAMES II.
SINCE James the Second grac'd the British throne,
Truce, well observ'd, has been infring'd by none:
Christians to him their present union owe,
And late fuccefs against the common foe;
While neighb'ring princes, loath to urge their fate, 5
Court his affistance, and suspend their hate.
So angry bulls the combat do forbear,
When from the wood a lion does appear.
This happy day peace to our island fent,
As now he gives it to the Continent.
A prince more fit for fuch a glorious task
Than England's King, from Heav'n we cannot ask :/
He (great and good!) proportion'd to the work,
Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk.
Such kings, like stars with influence unconfin'd, 15
Shine with aspect propitious to mankind;
Favour the innocent, reprefs the bold,
And, while they flourish, make an Age of Gold.
More to our wonder than Rinaldo fought,
The hero's race excels the poet's thought.
What fruits they have, and how Heav'n fmiles
Upon thofe late difcover'd ines!
me, Bellona! while the dreadful fight
Betwixt a nation and two whales I write.
Seas ftain'd with gore I fing, advent'rous toil!
And how thefe monsters did difarm an ifle.
Bermuda, wall'd with rocks, who does not know?
That happy ifland where huge lemons grow,
And orange trees, which golden fruit do bear,
Th' Hefperian garden boasts of none fo fair;
Where fhining pearl, and coral, many a pound,
On the rich shore, of ambergris is found.
The lofty cedar, which to heav'n aspires,
The prince of trees! is fuel for their fires:
The smoke by which their loaded fpits do turn,
For incenfe might on facred altars burn:
Their private roofs on od'rous timber borne, Is
Such as might palaces for kings adorn.
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