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Receive th' applause your merits justly claim,
And yield to none in virtue or in fame.
In that first page let Patshull's syren shine,
Her air prevailing, and her voice divine;
Her dulcet lays and warbling notes proclaim
Her blitheft Philomel of Weston's plain.
May Fairy pow'rs these pleasing strains requite,
Strew fragrant flow'rs, and tend your flocks by night;
Shed o'er your virgin hours content and rest,
And chace each aching forrow from your breast.

The masque was ended and the busy crew, Eager of praise, to fair Eliza flew. With grace benign, to each she just decrees That with the wish they gain’d the pow'r to please ;That each to Mab one acorn-cup should bear, To

prove their merit bore an equal share : O'er the pale green they trip, and bounding stray, No sportive fawo so innocent and gay; To the arch'd bow'r their acorn goblets bear, And wake their Queen, new conquests to deelare. Jocund the springs, with joy their tribute views, Fills them with æther and ambrofial dews ; Then leads the festive dance by Cynthia's light, And by approving does their toils requite : Quick o'er their eye-lids sheds their languid juice, Distillid. from cowships for lov’d Oberon's use ;. To balmy sleep they drop, by Mab inspir’d, by all regretted, and by all admir'd.

PROLOGUE

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TO ALL FOR LOVE, ACTED AT BLENHEIM-HOUSE,

IN THE SUMMER 1718. WRITTEN BY BISHOP .HOADLEY, AND SPOKEN

BY LADY BATEMAN, WHO ACTED CLEOPATRA.

WE

HILE ancient dames and heroes in us live; And scenes of Love and War we here revive ; Greater in each, in each more fortunate, Than all that ever ages past call'd great ; O Marlbro'! think not wrong that I thee name, And first do homage to thy brighter fame, Beauty and Virtue with each other strove To move and recompence thy early love ; Beauty with Egypt's Queen could never boast, And Virtue fhe ne'er knew, or quickly loft : A foul so form’d and cloath'd Heav'n must design, For such a soul, and such a form as thine,

But call'd from soft repose, and Beauty's charms, Thy louder fame is spoke in feats of arms. The fabled stories of great Philip's son, By thy great deeds the world has seen outdone ; The Cæfars that Rome boasted yield their bays,, And own, in justice, thy superior praise :

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They fought the empire of the world to gain,
But thou to break the haughty tyrant's chain ;
They fought tenslave mankind, but thou to free
Whole nations from detefted flavery:
" Their guilty paths to grandeur taught to hate

By Virtue, nor blush for being great."

This heap of stones which Blenheim's palace frame, Rose in this form, a monument to thy name ; This heap of stones must crumble into fand, Brut thy great name fhall thro' all

ages

stand, In Fate's dark book I see thy fong-liv'd name, And thus the certain prophecy proclaim : " One shall arise who fhall thy deeds rehearse, “ Not in arch'd roofs, or in suspected verse, +6 But in plain annals of each glorious year, " With pomp of Truth the story shall appear : “ Long after Blenheim's walls ihall moulder'd lie, “ Or, blown by winds, to diftant countries fly, “By him shall thy great actions all survive, “ And by thy name fhall his be taught to live."

Oh! cherish the remains of life ; survey
Those years of glory which can ne'er decay;
Enjoy the best reward below allow'd,
'The mem'ry of past actions great and good.

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WRITTEN ON SEEING LADY EAST PERFORM THE

CHARACTER OF ALMERIA, IN THE MOURNING
BRIDE, AT SIR WILLIAM EAST'S THEATRE,
AT HULL-PLACE, IN BERKS.

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polith'd East's fair frame behold
All that the Poets feign'd of old ;
Her form as elegant and true
As ever Grecian artist drew;
Her treffes Nature's colour wear,
Which shew her iv'ry neck more fair.
Music and energy unite
To make her accents breathe delight:
We feel her fyinpathetic pow'rs,
And all Aimeria's woes are ours.

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ON THE QUEEN'S PRESENTING

MRS. THOMAS, THE BISHOP OF WINCHESTER'S LADY, WITH А HORSE AND CABRIOLE CHAIR,

FOR

HER AIRINGS IN EARN HAM-PARK,

ANNO 1778.
THO’Snip the best of Queens forsakes,

To starve he's in no danger:
At Court may be the highest racks,

But here's as deep a manger,

The

The Bishop, good and kind to all,

Will keep him fat and thriving ;
Already he has got a stall,

And will have a good living.

INSCRIPTION FOR A

BENCH BENEATH A FAVOU

RITE TREE.

AVAUNT! ye noisy, fons of wine, Nor round your brows my roses twine: 'Twas not for you that Flora here Bestow'd those beauties of the year.

But ye, who social converse love,
Or ye whom fofter paffions move,
Come pass with me the careless day,
Or in my groves in freedom stray.

For you this verdant turf is spread,
For you this beach here rears its head,
For g'ou has Flora scatter'd here
The varied beauties of the year.

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