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On the Earl of PETERBOROUGH's happy Nego.
tiation of the Marriage between his Royal Highness and the Princess MARY D’Este of Modena.
H15 Juno barren, in unfruitful joys
Our British Jove his nuptial hours employs.
So fate ordains, that all our hopes may be,
And all our safety, gallant York, in
By the same with aspiring qucens are led,
Each languishing to mount his royal bed ;
His youth, his wisdom, and his carly fame,
Create in every breast a rival flame :
Remotest kings fit trembling on their thrones,
As if no distance could secure their crowns;
Fearing his valour, wisely they contend
To bribe with beauty so renown'd a friend :
Beauty the price, there need no other arts,
Love is the sureft bait for herces hearts :
Nor can the fair conceal as high concern
To see the prince, for whom, unseen, they burn.
Brave York, attending to the general voice,
At length resolves to make the wifh'd-for choice;
To noble Peterborough, wise and just,
Of his great heart he gives the sacred trust:
Thy eyes, said he, shall wel} direct that heart,
“ Where thou, my best belov’d, hast such a part ;
“ In council oft', and oft in battle try'd,
“ Betwixt thy master, and the world decide.”
The chosen Mercury prepares t' obey
This high command. Gently, ye winds, convey,
And with auspicious gales his safety wait,
On whom depend Great Britain's hopes and fate.
So Jafon, with his Argonauts, from Greece
To Calchos faild, to fetch the golden fleece.
As when the goddesses came down of old
On Ida's hill, so many ages told,
With gifts their young Dardanian judge they try'd,
And each bad high to win him to her side;
So tempt they him, anid emulously vie
To bribe a voice that empires would not buy :
With balls and banquets his pleas'd sensë they bait,
queens and kings upon his pleasures wait.
Th’impartial judge surveys, with vast delight,
All that the sun furrounds of fair and bright:
Then, strictly just, he, with adoring eyes,
To radiant Efte gives the famous prize.
Of antique stock, her high descent the brings,
Born to renew the race of Britain's kings :
Who could deserve, like her, in whom we see
United, all that Paris found in three ?
() equal fair! when both were sct above
All other merit, but each other's love.
Welcome, bright princess, to Great Britain's shore,
As Berecynthia to high heaven, who bore
That shining race of goddesses and gods,
Who rul'd the world, and fill'd the blest abodes :
From thee, my Muse expects as noble themes,
Another Mars and Jove, another James;
Our future hopes all from thy womb arise,
Our present joy and safety from your eyes ;
Those charming eyes thar fhine, to reconcile,
To harmony and peace, our stubborn Ille :
On brazen Memnon, Phæbus casts a ray,
And the tough metal fo falutes the day.
The British dame, fam’d
Contends not now, but for the second place;
Our love suspended, we neglect the fair
For whom we burn’d, to gaze adoring here :
So fang the Syrens, with enchanting sound,
Enticing all to listen and be drown'd,
Till Orpheus ravilh'd in a nobler strain,
They ceas’d to sing, or singing charm'd in vain.
This bleft alliance, Peterborough, may
Th' indebted nation bounteously repay ;
Thy statues, for the Genius of our land,
With palm adorn’d, on every threshold stand.
Spoken by the AUTHOR, being then but Twelve
Years of Aze, to her Royal Highness the
DUTCHESS of York, at Trinity College in
WHEN join'd in one, the good, the fair, the great,
Descend to view the Muses' humble feat,
Though in mean lines they their vast joys declare,
Yet, for fincerity and truth, they dare
With your own Tasso's mighty felf compare.
Then, bright and merciful as heaven, receive
From them such praises, as to heaven they give,
Their praises fi r that gentle influence,
Which those auspicious lights, your eyes, dispense.
Those radiant eyes, whose irretiltless fame
Strikes Envy dumb, and keeps Sedition tame :
They can to gazing multitudes give law,
Convert the factious, and the rebel awe:
They conquer for the duke ; where-e'er you tread,
Millions of profelytes behind are led,
Through crouds of new-made converts still you go,
Pleas’d and triumphant at the glorious fhoir,
Happy that prince, who has by you attain'd
A greater conquest than his arms e’er gainid :
With all war's
But love 's a gentler victory at home.
Securely here he on that face relies,
Lays-by his arms, and conquers
your eyes, And all the glorious actions of his life Thinks well rewarded, bleft with such a wife, TO
IN THE FIRST YEAR OF HIS MAJESTY'S REIGN.
MAY all thy years, like this, propitious be;
And bring thee crowns, and peace, and victory!
Scarce hadít thou time t’unsheath thy conquering blade;
It did but glitter, and the rebcis fled :
Thy sword, the safeguard of thy brother's throne,
Is now become the bulwark of thy own.
Aw'd by thy fame, the trembling nations send
Through-out the world, to court fo brave a friend;
The guilty senates that refus'd thy sway
Repent their crime, and hasten to obey ;
Tribute they raise, and vows and offerings bring,
Confess their phrenzy, and confirm their king.
Who with their venom over-spread thy soil,
Those fcorpions of the state, present their oil.
So the world's Saviour, like a mortal drest,
Although by daily miracles confest,
Accus'd of evil doctrine by the Jews,
Their rightful lord they impiously refuse;
But when they saw such terror in the skies,
The temple rent, their king in glory rise,
Dread and amazement seiz'd the trembling crowd,
Who, conscious of their crime, adoring bow'd.