To the Right Hon. HENRY PELHAM, Efq; HE humble Petition of the worshipful company of Poets and News-writers, SHEWETH, THAT your honour's petitioners (dealers in rhymes, And writers of fcandal, for mending the times) By loffes in bus'nefs, and England's well-doing, Are funk in their credit, and verging on ruin. That these, their misfortunes, they humbly conceive, Arise not from dulnefs, as fome folks believe, But from rubs in their way, that your honour has laid, And want of materials to carry on trade. That they always had form'd high conceits of their use, To heed what they say, or to read what they write; Το To perplex 'em ftill more, and fure famine to bring (Now fatire has loft both its truth and its sting) If, in spite of their natures, they bungle at praise, YOUR Petitioners therefore most humbly entreat By which your petitioners, haply, might thrive, An An O DE Performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge July 1, 1749, At the Installation of his Grace THOMAS HOLLES Duke of NEWCASTLE, CHANCELLOR of the University. canit errantem Permeji ad flumina Gallum Aonas in Montes ut duxerit una fororum VIRGIL. By Mr. MASON, Fellow of Pembroke-Hall. Set to Mufic by Mr. Boyce, Composer to his Majefty. H I. ERE all thy active fires diffuse, Hither defcend from yonder orient sky, Cloth'd in thy heav'n-wove robe of harmony. Recitative. Come, Air I. Come, imperial queen of fong; Which speaks thee of celeftial line; Daughter of Jove and Liberty. Recitative. The elevated foul, who feels He with impartial justice deals The blooming chaplets of immortal lays : And nobly thron'd in Truth's meridian sphere, Thence, with a bold and heav'n-directed aim, Full on fair Virtue's fhrine he pours the rays of fame. III. Air II. Goddess! thy piercing eye explores The purple in the eastern dawn, Or all thofe tints, which rang'd in vivid glow IV. But chief fhe lifts her tuneful transports high, Recitative. When to her intellectual eye The mental beauties rife in moral dignity: The facred zeal for Freedom's cause, That fires the glowing Patriot's breast; The honest pride, that plumes the Hero's creft, With which mild Genius warms the fages heart, Or ftretch to ampler bounds the wide domain of art. From their ambrofial bloom With bee-like skill she draws the rich perfume, In the foft balm of her mellifluous lay, V. Is there a clime, where all these beauties rife Recitative. In one collected radiance to her eyes? Is there a plain, whofe genial foil inhales Glory's invigorating gales, Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads, Her kindlieft dews where Science fheds, Where ev'ry stream of Genius flows, Where ev'ry flower of Virtue glows? Thither the Mufe exulting flies, |