Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim;
Both are her great prerogatives of fame;

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By both the Muses live, from both they catch their flame.

Then as by you, in solid glory bright,

Our envy'd Isle thro' Europe spreads her light,
And rising honours ev'ry year sustain,

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And mark the golden track of Anne's distinguish'd So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise [reign; To nobler heights our action and our plays;

And poets from your favours shall derive

That immortality they boast to give.

WRITTEN IN A WINDOW

AT GREENHITHE.

GREAT president of light, and eye of day,

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As thro' this glass you cast your visual ray,

And view, with nuptial joys, two brothers blest,

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And see us celebrate the genial feast,

Confess that in your progress round the sphere

You've found the happiest youths and brightest beauties here.

ADVICE TO MR. POPE,

ON HIS INTENDED TRANSLATION OF

HOMER'S ILIAD, 1714.

O THOU ! who, with a happy genius born,

Canst tuneful verse in flowing numbers turn,

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Crown'd on thy Windsor's plains with early bays,
Be early wise, nor trust to barren praise.
Blind was the bard that sung Achilles' rage;
He sung and begg'd, and curst the ungiving age.
If Britain his translated song would hear,
First take the gold---then charm the list'ning ear;
So shall thy father Homer smile to see

His pension paid---tho' late, and paid to thee.

Plenteous of Grace, pour from above
Thy favours on his head;

Truth, Mercy, Righteousness, and Love,
As guards around him spread.

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With length of days and glory crown'd,
With wealth and fair increase,

Let him abroad be far renown'd,

Still bless'd at home with peace.

WHAT IS MAN ?

O SON of Man! O creature of a day!
Proud of vain wisdom, with false greatness gay!
Heir of thy father's vice, to whose bad store
Thy guilty days are spent in adding more;
Thou propagated folly !---what in thee

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Could Heav'n's Supreme, could perfect Wisdom, see, To fix one glance of his regarding eye?

Why art thou chose the fav'rite of the sky?

While angels wonder at the mercy known,

[own!

And scarce the wretch himself the debt immense will

THE FOLLOWING SUPPLEMENT AND CONCLUSION

To Mr. Milton's incomparable Poem, entitled

IL PENSEROSO; OR, THE PENSIVE MAN,

WAS ALSO WRIT BY MR. HUGHES.

It seems necessary to quote the eight foregoing lines for the right understanding of it.

AND may at last my weary age

Find out the peaceful hermitage,

The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit, and rightly spell
'Of ev'ry star that heav'n doth shew,
And ev'ry herb that sips the dew,
'Till old Experience do attain

To something like prophetic strain.'
There let Time's creeping winter shed
His hoary snow around my head;
And while I feel, by fast degrees,
My sluggard blood wax chill, and freeze,
Let thought unveil to my fix'd eye
The scenes of deep eternity,

Till life dissolving at the view,

How godlike is the man, how truly great,
Who, 'midst con'ending factions of the state,
In council cool, in resolution bold,

Nor brib'd by hopes, nor by mean fears controll'd,
And proof alike against both foes and friends,
Ne'er from the golden mean of virtue bends,

But wisely fix'd, nor to extremes inclin'd,
Maintains the steady purpose of his mind!
So Atlas, pois'd on his broad base, defies
The shock of gath'ring storms and wintry skies;
Above the clouds serene he lifts his brow,
And sees, unmov'd, the thunder break below.
But where's the Patriot, by these virtues known,
Unsway'd by others' passions or his own?
Just to his prince, and to the public true,
That shuns, in all events, each partial view?
That ne'er forgets the whole of things to weigh,
And scorns the short-liv'd wisdom of a day?

If there be one---Hold, Muse! nor more reveal---
(Yet oh, that numbers could his name conceal!)
Thrice happy Britain, of such wealth possest!
On thy firm throne, great George! unshaken rest;
Safe in his judgment, on his faith rely,

And prize the worth which kingdoms cannot buy!
Rich in itself the genuine diamond shines,
And owes its value to its native mines;
Yet set in Britain's crown drinks ampler rays
Of the sun's light, and casts a wider blaze.
With pleasure we the well-plac'd gem behold
That adds a lustre to the royal gold.

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