212:01,000@@@@@| 211:01,000[' ]| 211:01,001[A ]| How long shall I endure, without reply, 211:01,002[A ]| To$9$ hear this Bayes, this hackney-railer lie? 211:01,003[A ]| The fool uncudgelled, for$4$ one libel swells, 211:01,004[A ]| Where not his wit, but sauciness excels; 211:01,005[A ]| Whilst with foul words and names which$6#1$ he lets fly, 211:01,006[A ]| He quite defiles the satire's dignity. 211:01,007[A ]| For$3$ libel and true satire different be; 211:01,008[A ]| This must have truth, and salt, with modesty. 211:01,009[A ]| Sparing the persons, this does tax the crimes, 211:01,010[A ]| Galls not great men, but vices of the times, 211:01,011[A ]| With witty and sharp, not blunt and bitter rhymes. 211:01,012[A ]| Methinks the ghost of Horace there I see, 211:01,013[A ]| Lashing this cherry-cheeked dunce of fifty-three; 211:01,014[A ]| Who$6#1$, at that$6#2$ age, so$5#1$ boldly durst profane, 211:01,015[A ]| With base hired libel, the free satire's vein. 211:01,016[A ]| Thou stylst it satire, to$9$ call names, rogue, whore, 211:01,017[A ]| Traitor, and rebel, and a thousand more. 211:01,018[A ]| An oyster-wench is sure thy muse of late, 211:01,019[A ]| And all thy Helicon is at Billingsgate. 211:01,020[A ]| A libeller's vile name then mayst thou gain, 211:01,021[A ]| And moderately the writing part maintain, 211:01,022[A ]| None can so$5#1$ well the beating part sustain. 211:01,023[A ]| Though with thy sword, thou art the last of men, 211:01,024[A ]| Thou art a damned Boroski with thy pen. 211:01,025[A ]| As far from satire does thy talent lie, 211:01,026[A ]| As from being cheerful, or good company. 211:01,027[A ]| For$3$ thou art saturnine, thou dost confess; 211:01,028[A ]| A civil word thy dullness to$9$ express. 211:01,029[A ]| An old gelt mastiff has more mirth than thou, 211:01,030[A ]| When thou a kind of paltry mirth wouldst show. 211:01,031[A ]| Good humour thou so$5#1$ awkwardly putst on$5$, 211:01,032[A ]| It sits like$4$ modish clothes upon$4$ a clown; 211:01,033[A ]| While that$6#2$ of gentlemen is brisk and high, 211:01,034[A ]| When wine and wit about the room does fly. 211:01,035[A ]| Thou never makst, but art a standing jest; 211:01,036[A ]| Thy mirth by$4$ foolish bawdry is expressed; 211:01,037[A ]| And so$5#1$ debauched, so$5#1$ fulsome, and so$5#1$ odd, 211:01,038[A ]| As ~~ 211:01,039@b | Let us bugger one another now by$4$ God. 211:01,040[A ]| When asked how they should spend the afternoon 211:01,041[A ]| This was the smart reply of the heroic clown. 211:01,042[A ]| He boasts of vice (which$6#1$ he did never commit) 211:01,043[A ]| Calls himself whoremaster and sodomite; 211:01,044[A ]| Commends Reeve's arse, and says she buggers well, 211:01,045[A ]| And silly lies of vicious pranks does tell. 211:01,046[A ]| This is a sample of his mirth and wit, 211:01,047[A ]| Which$6#1$ he for$4$ the best company thinks fit. 211:01,048[A ]| In$4$ a rich soil, the sprightly horse you have seen, 211:01,049[A ]| Run, leap, and wanton over the flowery green, 211:01,050[A ]| Prance, and curvet, with pleasure to$4$ the sight; 211:01,051[A ]| But it could never any eyes delight, 211:01,052[A ]| To$9$ see the frisking frolics of a cow; 211:01,053[A ]| And such another merry thing art thou. 211:01,054[A ]| In$4$ verse, thou hast a knack, with words to$9$ chime, 211:01,055[A ]| And hadst a kind of excellence in$4$ rhyme: 211:01,056[A ]| With rhymes like$4$ leading-strings, thou walkedst; but those 211:01,057[A ]| Layed by$5$, at every step thou brokst thy nose. 211:01,058[A ]| How low thy farce! and thy blank verse how mean! 211:01,059[A ]| How poor, how naked did appear each scene! 211:01,060[A ]| Even thou didst blush at thy insipid stuff, 211:01,061[A ]| And laid thy dullness on$4$ poor harmless snuff. 211:01,062[A ]| No$2$ comic scene, or humour hast thou wrought; 211:01,063[A ]| Thou hast quibbling bawdy, and ill-breeding taught; 211:01,064[A ]| But rhyme's sad downfall has thy ruin brought. 211:01,065[A ]| No$2$ piece did ever from thyself begin; 211:01,066[A ]| Thou canst no$2$ web, from thine own bowels, spin. 211:01,067[A ]| Were from thy works culled out what thou hast purloined, 211:01,068[A ]| Even Durfey would excel what is left behind. 211:01,069[A ]| Should all thy borrowed plumes we from thee tear, 211:01,070[A ]| How truly poet Squab wouldst thou appear! 211:01,071[A ]| Thou callst thyself, and fools call thee, in$4$ rhyme, 211:01,072[A ]| The goodly prince of poets, of thy time; 211:01,073[A ]| And sovereign power thou dost usurp, John*Bayes, 211:01,074[A ]| And from all poets thou a tax dost raise. 211:01,075[A ]| Thou plunderst all, to$9$ advance thy mighty name, 211:01,076[A ]| Lookst big, and triumphst with thy borrowed fame. 211:01,077[A ]| But art (while swelling thus thou thinkst thou art chief) 211:01,078[A ]| A servile imitator and a thief. 211:01,079[A ]| All written wit thou seizest on$5$ as prize; 211:01,080[A ]| But that$6#2$ will$1$ not thy ravenous mind suffice; 211:01,081[A ]| Though men from thee their inward thoughts conceal, 211:01,082[A ]| Yet thou the words out of their mouths wilt steal. 211:01,083[A ]| How little owe we to$4$ your native store, 211:01,084[A ]| Who$6#1$ all you write have heard or read before? 211:01,085[A ]| Except your libels, and there is something new; 211:01,086[A ]| For$3$ none were ever so$5#1$ impudent as you. 211:01,087[A ]| Some scoundrel poetasters yet there be, 211:01,088[A ]| Fools that$6#1$ burlesque the name of loyalty, 211:01,089[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ reviling patriots, think to$9$ be 211:01,090[A ]| From lousiness and hunger ever free: 211:01,091[A ]| But will$1$ (for$4$ all their hopes of swelling bags) 211:01,092[A ]| Return to$4$ primitive nastiness and rags. 211:01,093[A ]| These are blind fools: thou hadst some kind of sight, 211:01,094[A ]| Thou sinnst against thy conscience and the light. 211:01,095[A ]| After the drubs, thou didst of late compound, 211:01,096[A ]| And sold for$4$ the weight in$4$ gold each bruise and wound, 211:01,097[A ]| Clear was thy sight, and none declaimed then more 211:01,098[A ]| Against popish plots, and arbitrary power. 211:01,099[A ]| The ministers thou bluntly wouldst assail, 211:01,100[A ]| And it was dangerous to$9$ hear thee rail. 211:01,101[A ]| (Oh may not England stupid be like$4$ thee! 211:01,102[A ]| Heaven grant it may not feel before it see.) 211:01,103[A ]| Now he recants, and on$4$ that$6#2$ beating thrives: 211:01,104[A ]| Thus poet laureates, and Russian wives, 211:01,105[A ]| Do strangely upon$4$ beating mend their lives. 211:01,106[A ]| But how comes Bayes to$9$ flag and grovel so$5#2$? 211:01,107[A ]| Sure your new lords are in$4$ their payments slow. 211:01,108[A ]| Thou deservst whipping thou art so$5#1$ dull, this time, 211:01,109[A ]| Thou hast turned the Observator into rhyme. 211:01,110[A ]| But thou suppliest the want of wit and sense, 211:01,111[A ]| With most malicious lies, and impudence. 211:01,112[A ]| At Cambridge first your scurrilous vein began, 211:01,113[A ]| When saucily you traduced a nobleman, 211:01,114[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ that$6#2$ crime rebuked you on$4$ the head, 211:01,115[A ]| And you had been expelled had you not fled. 211:01,116[A ]| The next step of advancement you began, 211:01,117[A ]| Was being clerk to$4$ Noll's Lord*Chamberlain, 211:01,118[A ]| A sequestrator and committee-man. 211:01,119[A ]| There all your wholesome morals you sucked in$5$, 211:01,120[A ]| And got your genteel gaiety and mien. 211:01,121[A ]| Your loyalty you learned in$4$ Cromwell's court, 211:01,122[A ]| Where first your muse did make her great effort. 211:01,123[A ]| On$4$ him you first showed your poetic strain, 211:01,124[A ]| And praised his opening the Basilic vein. 211:01,125[A ]| And were that$6#2$ possible to$9$ come again, 211:01,126[A ]| Thou on$4$ that$6#2$ side wouldst draw thy slavish pen. 211:01,127[A ]| But he being dead, who$6#1$ should the slave prefer, 211:01,128[A ]| He turned a journey-man to$4$ a bookseller; 211:01,129[A ]| Writ prefaces to$4$ books for$4$ meat and drink, 211:01,130[A ]| And as he paid, he would both write and think. 211:01,131[A ]| Then by$4$ the assistance of a noble knight, 211:01,132[A ]| Thou hadst plenty, ease, and liberty to$9$ write. 211:01,133[A ]| First like$4$ a gentleman he made thee live; 211:01,134[A ]| And on$4$ his bounty thou didst amply thrive. 211:01,135[A ]| But soon thy native swelling venom rose, 211:01,136[A ]| And thou didst him, who$6#1$ gave thee bread, expose. 211:01,137[A ]| Against him a scandalous preface didst thou write, 211:01,138[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou didst soon expunge, rather than fight. 211:01,139[A ]| When turned away by$4$ him in$4$ some small time 211:01,140[A ]| You in$4$ the people's ears began to$9$ chime, 211:01,141[A ]| And please the town with your successful rhyme. 211:01,142[A ]| When the best patroness of wit and stage, 211:01,143[A ]| The joy, the pride, the wonder of the age, 211:01,144[A ]| Sweet Annabel the good, great, witty, fair 211:01,145[A ]| (Of all this northern court, the brightest star) 211:01,146[A ]| Did on$4$ thee, Bayes, her sacred beams dispense, 211:01,147[A ]| Who$6#2$ could do ill under such influence? 211:01,148[A ]| She the whole court brought over to$4$ thy side, 211:01,149[A ]| And favour flowed upon$4$ thee like$4$ a tide. 211:01,150[A ]| To$4$ her thou soon provedst an ungrateful knave; 211:01,151[A ]| So$5#1$ good was she, not only she forgave, 211:01,152[A ]| But did oblige anew, the faithless slave. 211:01,153[A ]| And all the gratitude he can afford, 211:01,154[A ]| Is basely to$9$ traduce her princely lord. 211:01,155[A ]| A hero worthy of a God-like race, 211:01,156[A ]| Great in$4$ his mind, and charming in$4$ his face, 211:01,157[A ]| Who$6#1$ conquers hearts, with unaffected grace. 211:01,158[A ]| His mighty virtues are too large for$4$ verse, 211:01,159[A ]| Gentle as billing doves, as angry lions fierce: 211:01,160[A ]| His strength and beauty so$5#1$ united are, 211:01,161[A ]| Nature designed him chief, in$4$ love and war. 211:01,162[A ]| All lovers victories he did excel, 211:01,163[A ]| Succeeding with the beauteous Annabel. 211:01,164[A ]| Early in$4$ arms his glorious course began, 211:01,165[A ]| Which$6#1$ never hero yet so$5#1$ swiftly ran. 211:01,166[A ]| Wherever danger showed its dreadful face, 211:01,167[A ]| By$4$ never-dying acts, he adorned his royal race. 211:01,168[A ]| Sure the three Edwards' souls beheld with joy, 211:01,169[A ]| How much thou outdidst man, when little more than boy; 211:01,170[A ]| And all the princely heroes of thy line, 211:01,171[A ]| Rejoiced to$9$ see so$5#1$ much of their great blood in$4$ thine. 211:01,172[A ]| So$5#1$ good and so$5#1$ diffusive is his mind, 211:01,173[A ]| So$5#1$ loving to$4$, and loved by$4$ human kind, 211:01,174[A ]| He was for$4$ vast and general good designed. 211:01,175[A ]| In his height of greatness he all eyes did glad, 211:01,176[A ]| And never man departed from him sad. 211:01,177[A ]| Sweet and obliging, easy of access, 211:01,178[A ]| Wise in$4$ his judging, courteous in$4$ address. 211:01,179[A ]| Over all the passions he bears so$5#1$ much sway, 211:01,180[A ]| No$2$ Stoic taught them better to$9$ obey. 211:01,181[A ]| And, in$4$ his suffering part, he shines more bright, 211:01,182[A ]| Than he appeared in$4$ all that$6#2$ gaudy light, 211:01,183[A ]| Now, now, methinks he makes the bravest show, 211:01,184[A ]| And never was greater hero than he is now. 211:01,185[A ]| For$4$ public good, who$6#1$ wealth and power forsakes, 211:01,186[A ]| Over himself a glorious conquest makes. 211:01,187[A ]| Religion, prince, and laws to$4$ him are dear; 211:01,188[A ]| And in$4$ defence of all, he dares appear. 211:01,189[A ]| It is he must stand like$4$ Scaeva in$4$ the breach, 211:01,190[A ]| Against what ill ministers do, and furious parsons preach. 211:01,191[A ]| Were it not for$4$ him, how soon some popish knife 211:01,192[A ]| Might rob us of his royal father's life! 211:01,193[A ]| We to$4$ their fear of thee that$6#2$ blessing owe: 211:01,194[A ]| In$4$ such a son, happy great king art thou, 211:01,185[A ]| Who$6#1$ can defend, or can revenge thee so$5#1$. 211:01,196[A ]| Next, for$4$ thy Medal, Bayes, which$6#1$ does revile 211:01,197[A ]| The wisest patriot of our drooping isle, 211:01,198[A ]| Who$6#1$ loyally did serve his exiled prince, 211:01,199[A ]| And with the ablest council blessed him since; 211:01,200[A ]| None more than he did stop tyrannic power, 211:01,201[A ]| Or, in$4$ that$6#2$ crisis, did contribute more, 211:01,202[A ]| To$4$ his just rights our monarch to$9$ restore; 211:01,203[A ]| And still by$4$ wise advice, and loyal arts, 211:01,204[A ]| Would have secured him in$4$ his subjects' hearts 211:01,205[A ]| You own the mischiefs, sprung from that$6#2$ intrigue, 211:01,206[A ]| Which$6#1$ fatally dissolved the Triple-League. 211:01,207[A ]| Each of your idol mock-triumvirate knows, 211:01,208[A ]| Our patriot strongly did that$6#2$ breach oppose. 211:01,209[A ]| Nor did this lord a Dover-journey go, 211:01,210[A ]| From thence our tears, the Ilium of our woe. 211:01,211[A ]| Had he that$6#2$ interest followed, how could he 211:01,212[A ]| By$4$ those that$6#1$ served it then discarded be? 211:01,213[A ]| The French and papists well his merits know; 211:01,214[A ]| Were he a friend, they had not pursued him so$5#2$: 211:01,215[A ]| From both he would our beset king preserve, 211:01,216[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he does eternal wreaths deserve. 211:01,217[A ]| His life they first, and now his fame would take, 211:01,218[A ]| For$3$ crimes they forge, and secret plots they make. 211:01,219[A ]| They by$4$ hired witnesses the first pursue, 211:01,220[A ]| The latter by$4$ vile scribblers hired like$4$ you. 211:01,221[A ]| Thy infamy will$1$ blush at no$2$ disgrace; 211:01,222[A ]| With such a hardened conscience, and a face 211:01,223[A ]| Thou only wantst an evidence's place. 211:01,224[A ]| When the isle was drowned in$4$ a lethargic sleep, 211:01,225[A ]| Our vigilant hero still a watch did keep. 211:01,226[A ]| When all our strength should have been made a prey 211:01,227[A ]| To$4$ the lewd Babylonish Delilah, 211:01,228[A ]| Methinks I see our watchful hero stand, 211:01,229[A ]| Jogging the nodding genius of our land; 211:01,230[A ]| Which$6#1$ sometime struggling with sleep's heavy yoke, 211:01,231[A ]| Awaked, stared, and looked grim, and dreadfully he spoke. 211:01,232[A ]| The voice filled all the land, and then did fright 211:01,233[A ]| The scarlet whore from all her works of night. 211:01,234[A ]| But ~~ 211:01,235[A ]| With unseen strengths at home, and foreign aid, 211:01,236[A ]| Too soon she rallied, and began to$9$ invade, 211:01,237[A ]| And many nets she spread, and many toils she laid. 211:01,238[A ]| To$9$ lull us yet asleep, what pains she takes! 211:01,239[A ]| But all in$4$ vain, for$3$ still our genius wakes, 211:01,240[A ]| And now remembers well the dangerous test, 211:01,241[A ]| Which$6#1$ might have all our liberty oppressed, 211:01,242[A ]| Had not the covered snare our hero found, 211:01,243[A ]| And for$4$ some time bravely maintained the ground, 211:01,244[A ]| Till others saw the bondage was designed, 211:01,245[A ]| And late with them their straggling forces joined. 211:01,246[A ]| A bill then drawn by$4$ did we see, 211:01,247[A ]| A zealous bill against ~~ for$4$ popery. 211:01,248[A ]| Then murdered Godfrey, a loved prince's blood, 211:01,249[A ]| Ready with precious drops to$9$ make a purple flood, 211:01,250[A ]| When popish tyranny shall give command, 211:01,251[A ]| And spread again its darkness over the land. 211:01,252[A ]| Then bloody plots we find laid at their door, 211:01,253[A ]| Than whom none ever have done or suffered more, 211:01,254[A ]| Or would to$9$ save the prince they did restore. 211:01,255[A ]| Amidst these hellish snares, it is time to$9$ wake; 211:01,256[A ]| May never more a sleep our genius take. 211:01,257[A ]| These things did soon our glorious city warm, 211:01,258[A ]| And for$4$ their own, and prince's safety arm. 211:01,259[A ]| The joy of ours, terror of other lands, 211:01,260[A ]| With moderate head, with unpolluted hands, 211:01,261[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the prince and people safety owe, 211:01,262[A ]| From which$6#1$ the uncorrupted streams of justice flow. 211:01,263[A ]| Through thickest clouds of perjury you see, 211:01,264[A ]| And never by$4$ hackney-oaths deceived will$1$ be 211:01,265[A ]| Resolved to$9$ value credibility. 211:01,266[A ]| Thou vindicatst the justice of thy prince, 211:01,267[A ]| Which$6#1$ shines most bright by$4$ clearing innocence. 211:01,268[A ]| While some would subjects of their lives bereave, 211:01,269[A ]| By$4$ witnesses themselves could never believe, 211:01,270[A ]| Though wrongly accused, yet at their blood they aim, 211:01,271[A ]| And, as they were their quarry, think it shame 211:01,272[A ]| Not to$9$ run down, and seize the trembling game. 211:01,273[A ]| Thy justice will$1$ hereafter be renowned, 211:01,274[A ]| Thy lasting name for$4$ loyalty be crowned. 211:01,275[A ]| When it will$1$ be told who$6#1$ did our prince restore, 211:01,276[A ]| Whom thou with zeal, didst ever since adore. 211:01,277[A ]| How oft hast thou his princely wants supplied? 211:01,278[A ]| And never was thy needful aid denied. 211:01,279[A ]| How long his kindness with thy duty strove! 211:01,280[A ]| Great thy obedience, and as great his love; 211:01,281[A ]| And cursed be they who$6#1$ would his heart remove. 211:01,282[A ]| Thou (still the same) with equal zeal wilt serve; 211:01,283[A ]| Maintain his laws, his person wilt preserve. 211:01,284[A ]| But some foul monsters thy rich womb does bear, 211:01,285[A ]| That$6#1$, like$4$ base vipers, would thy bowels tear; 211:01,286[A ]| Who$6#1$ would thy ancient charters give away, 211:01,287[A ]| And all thy stronger liberties betray: 211:01,288[A ]| Those elder customs our great ancestors 211:01,289[A ]| Have from the Saxon times conveyed to$4$ ours. 211:01,290[A ]| Of which$6#1$ no$2$ personal crimes a loss can cause, 211:01,291[A ]| By$4$ Magna*Charta backed, and by$4$ succeeding laws. 211:01,292[A ]| This is the factious brood we should pursue: 211:01,293[A ]| For$3$ as in$4$ schism, so$3$ in$4$ sedition too, 211:01,294[A ]| The many are deserted by$4$ the few. 211:01,295[A ]| These factious few, for$4$ bitter scourges fit 211:01,296[A ]| (To$9$ show addressing and abhorring wit) 211:01,297[A ]| Set up$5$ a Jack*of*Lent, and throw at it. 211:01,298[A ]| But those, alas, false silly measures take, 211:01,299[A ]| Who$6#1$ of the few an association make. 211:01,300[A ]| Thou needst not doubt to$9$ triumph over these fools, 211:01,301[A ]| These blindly led, these Jesuited tools; 211:01,302[A ]| Whilst bravely thou continuest to$9$ oppose, 211:01,303[A ]| All would be papists, as all Romish foes. 211:01,304[A ]| In$4$ spite of lawless men, and popish flames, 211:01,305[A ]| (Enriched by$4$ thy much loved and bounteous Thames) 211:01,306[A ]| May into thee the wealth of nations flow, 211:01,307[A ]| And to$4$ thy height all Europe's cities bow. 211:01,308[A ]| Thou great support of princely dignity! 211:01,309[A ]| And bulwark to$4$ the people's liberty! 211:01,310[A ]| If a good mayor with such good shrieves appear, 211:01,311[A ]| Nor prince, nor people, need a danger fear: 211:01,312[A ]| And such we hope for$4$ each succeeding year. 211:01,313[A ]| Thus thou a glorious city mayst remain, 211:01,314[A ]| And all thy ancient liberties retain, 211:01,315[A ]| While Albion is surrounded with the main. 211:01,316[A ]| Go, abject Bayes! and act thy slavish part; 211:01,317[A ]| Fawn on$4$ those popish knaves, whose knave thou art: 211:01,318[A ]| It is not ill writing, or worse policy, 211:01,319[A ]| That$6#1$ can enslave a nation, so$5#1$ long free. 211:01,320[A ]| Our king is too good to$9$ take that$6#2$ rugged course; 211:01,321[A ]| He will$1$ win by$4$ kindness, not subdue by$4$ force. 211:01,322[A ]| If king of slaves and beasts, not men he would be, 211:01,323[A ]| A lion were a greater prince than he. 211:01,324[A ]| Approach him then, let no$2$ malicious chit, 211:01,325[A ]| No$2$ insolent prater, nor a flashy wit, 211:01,326[A ]| Impeachments make not men for$4$ statesmen fit. 211:01,327[A ]| But ~~ 211:01,328[A ]| Truth, judgment, firmness, and integrity, 211:01,329[A ]| With long experience, quick sagacity, 211:01,330[A ]| Swift to$9$ prevent, as ready to$9$ foresee; 211:01,331[A ]| Knowing the depths from which$6#1$ all action springs, 211:01,332[A ]| And by$4$ a chain of causes judging things: 211:01,333[A ]| That$6#1$ does all weights into the balance cast, 211:01,334[A ]| And wisely can foretell the future, by$4$ the past. 211:01,335[A ]| Wherever such virtuous qualities appear, 211:01,336[A ]| They are patriots worthy of a prince's ear, 211:01,337[A ]| To$4$ him and subjects they will$1$ alike be dear. 211:01,338[A ]| The king's and people's interest they will$1$ make one. 211:01,339[A ]| What personal greatness can our monarch own, 211:01,340[A ]| When hearts of subjects must support the throne! 211:01,341[A ]| And ministers should strive those hearts to$9$ unite, 211:01,342[A ]| Unless they had a mind to$9$ make us fight. 211:01,343[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ addresses thus the realm divide 211:01,344[A ]| (All bonds of kindred, and of friends untied) 211:01,345[A ]| Have in$4$ effect, in$4$ battle ranged each side. 211:01,346[A ]| But heaven avert those plagues which$6#1$ we deserve: 211:01,347[A ]| Intestine jars but popish ends can serve. 211:01,348[A ]| How false, and dangerous methods do they take, 211:01,349[A ]| Who$6#1$ would a king but of addressers make! 211:01,350[A ]| They from protection would throw all the rest, 211:01,351[A ]| And poorly narrow the king's interest. 211:01,352[A ]| To$9$ make their little party, too, seem great, 211:01,353[A ]| They with false musters, like$4$ the Spaniards, cheat. 211:01,354[A ]| He is king of all, and would have all their hearts, 211:01,355[A ]| Were it not for$4$ these dividing popish arts. 211:01,356[A ]| Statesmen, who$6#1$ his true interest would improve, 211:01,357[A ]| Compute his greatness, by$4$ his people's love: 211:01,358[A ]| That$6#2$ may assist our friends, and foes overcome; 211:01,359[A ]| So$5#1$ much he will$1$ be feared abroad, as loved at home. 211:01,360[A ]| He at the people's head, may great appear, 211:01,361[A ]| As the Edwards, Henrys, and Eliza were. 211:01,362[A ]| And cursed be they who$6#1$ would that$6#2$ power divide, 211:01,363[A ]| Who$6#1$ would dissolve that$6#2$ sacred knot by$4$ which$6#1$ they are tied. 211:01,364[A ]| Those miscreants who$6#1$ hate a parliament, 211:01,365[A ]| Would soon destroy our ancient government. 211:01,366[A ]| Those slaves would make us fit to$9$ be overcome, 211:01,367[A ]| And gladly sell the land to$4$ France, or Rome. 211:01,368[A ]| But heaven preserve our legal monarchy, 211:01,369[A ]| And all those laws that$6#1$ keep the people free. 211:01,370[A ]| Of all mankind, forever cursed be they, 211:01,371[A ]| Who$6#1$ would or kings, or people's rights betray, 211:01,372[A ]| Or ought would change, but by$4$ a legislative way. 211:01,373[A ]| Be damned the most abhorred, and traitorous race, 211:01,374[A ]| Who$6#1$ would the best of governments deface. 211:01,375[A ]| Now farewell wretched mercenary Bayes, 211:01,376[A ]| Who$6#1$ the king libelled, and did Cromwell praise. 211:01,377[A ]| Farewell, abandoned rascal! only fit 211:01,378[A ]| To$9$ be abused by$4$ thy own scurrilous wit. 211:01,379[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou wouldst do, and for$4$ a moderate sum, 211:01,380[A ]| Answer thy Medal, and thy Absolom. 211:01,381[A ]| Thy piteous hackney-pen shall never fright us, 211:01,382[A ]| Thou art dwindled down to$4$ Hodge, and Heraclitus. 211:01,383[A ]| Go, Ignoramus cry, and forty-one, 211:01,384[A ]| And by$4$ Sam's parsons be thou praised alone. 211:01,385[A ]| Pied thing! half wit! half fool! and for$4$ a knave, 211:01,386[A ]| Few men, than this, a better mixture have: 211:01,387[A ]| But thou canst add to$4$ that$6#2$, coward and slave. 211:02,000@@@@@| 211:02,000[' ]| 211:02,001[A ]| Inspired with high and mighty ale, 211:02,002[A ]| That$6#1$ does with stubborn muse prevail: 211:02,003[A ]| Ale, that$6#1$ makes tinker mighty witty, 211:02,004[A ]| And makes him droll out merry ditty: 211:02,005[A ]| Ale, that$6#1$ much strengthens peddler's back, 211:02,006[A ]| And makes him lightly trudge with pack: 211:02,007[A ]| With ale that$6#1$ makes even hunting sweet, 211:02,008[A ]| When hunters after damned falls meet, 211:02,009[A ]| And over black pot together sit, 211:02,010[A ]| All that$6#2$ day's accidents repeat: 211:02,011[A ]| In$4$ rhyme I greet my friend in$4$ town, 211:02,012[A ]| From Hall ycleped Chaderton: 211:02,013[A ]| Parenthesis is somewhat long, 211:02,014[A ]| But that$6#2$ excused in$4$ verse or song. 211:02,015[A ]| I did salute friend with epistle, 211:02,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ has by$4$ this time wiped his tail; 211:02,017[A ]| But he when letters to$4$ him come, 211:02,018[A ]| With wise Italian, answers mum. 211:02,019[A ]| Thus by$4$ the way I gently dun ye 211:02,020[A ]| For$4$ letter that$6#1$ is due, not money: 211:02,021[A ]| I am drinking now with lusty parson, 211:02,022[A ]| Such as in$4$ London there is scarce one; 211:02,023[A ]| It is true, in$4$ Latin they may quell him, 211:02,024[A ]| For$3$ 7Alum 7Stalum 7non 7est 7Malum, 211:02,025[A ]| Is all the Latin he can conster, 211:02,026[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his drink is a mere monster, 211:02,027[A ]| He outdoes Clements, the world's wonder, 211:02,028[A ]| Nay more, he can make me knock under. 211:02,029[A ]| Nor could I ever be forced to$9$ say 211:02,030[A ]| White cunt I love thee, till this day; 211:02,031[A ]| But that$3$ he is now out of my reach, 211:02,032[A ]| To$9$ be revenged, I would hear him preach: 211:02,033[A ]| Were there of strong ale here a full pit, 211:02,034[A ]| He would make no$2$ more down throat to$9$ gulp it, 211:02,035[A ]| Than belch out uses in$4$ a pulpit. 211:02,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ he can do whenever he will$1$, 211:02,037[A ]| Easily as I can shite with pill, 211:02,038[A ]| In$4$ fine, this priest has mighty power 211:02,039[A ]| At supernaculum, and drinks more 211:02,040[A ]| At six go-downs on$4$ reputation, 211:02,041[A ]| Than ever a Levite in$4$ the nation. 211:02,042[A ]| But now to$9$ leave off country story, 211:02,043[A ]| Which$6#1$ tediously I have laid before ye, 211:02,044[A ]| Pray let me know what is done in$4$ city, 211:02,045[A ]| Among the brisk, the gay, the witty: 211:02,046[A ]| If at the theatres they talk aloud, 211:02,047[A ]| And about whores in$4$ vizards crowd; 211:02,048[A ]| If they break windows when they are drunk, 211:02,049[A ]| And at late hours, wake Whetstone's punk, 211:02,050[A ]| That$6#1$ has all day been hard at service, 211:02,051[A ]| With clerk and prentice, Tim and Gervas, 211:02,052[A ]| If being with powerful drink made able, 211:02,053[A ]| Like$4$ doughty knights, they assault constable. 211:02,054[A ]| What poets now with plays or farces: 211:02,055[A ]| To$4$ whipping critics, turn up$5$ arses; 211:02,056[A ]| Critics that$6#1$ damn with little wit 211:02,057[A ]| As Ned, or Flecknoe ever writ; 211:02,058[A ]| This and that$6#2$, what other news in$4$ town 211:02,059[A ]| Occurs, take pains and send it down, 211:02,060[A ]| While you of stum, alum and sloes, 211:02,061[A ]| Molasses, arsenic, lime, take dose, 211:02,062[A ]| From roguey vintner, and do venture 211:02,063[A ]| Your life, when you in$4$ tavern enter; 211:02,064[A ]| In$4$ white wine, claret, sack, or Hockheim, 211:02,065[A ]| Beyond the cure of Doctor*Stockum, 211:02,066[A ]| And pay dear for$4$ it: We can carouse 211:02,067[A ]| For$4$ Harry*Groat, in$4$ low thatch-house, 211:02,068[A ]| With country justice, or with squire, 211:02,069[A ]| With sleek black pot over good coal fire, 211:02,070[A ]| Like$4$ your true Englishmen in$4$ ale, 211:02,071[A ]| That$6#2$ wholesome, nappy, clear and stale. 211:02,072[A ]| While you to$4$ Cloris, or to$4$ Phillis, 211:02,073[A ]| (Who$6#1$ is as expensive as Su*Willis,) 211:02,074[A ]| Must cringe, and humbly veil your bonnet, 211:02,075[A ]| And full of wine and love, make sonnet: 211:02,076[A ]| For$4$ treat of ale, or at most brandy, 211:02,077[A ]| We can have wholesome lass that$6#1$ is handy, 211:02,078[A ]| That$6#1$ will$1$ lie down with all her heart: 211:02,079[A ]| Here love is nature, there it is art, 211:02,080[A ]| Whilst you of politics talk much 211:02,081[A ]| Of jealousies betwixt French and Dutch; 211:02,082[A ]| Of setting fleet out, raising forces, 211:02,083[A ]| And talk of dogs, and hawks, and horses. 211:02,084[A ]| Instead of Phillis, or of Cloris, 211:02,085[A ]| Who$6#1$ with you no$2$ better than a whore is 211:02,086[A ]| We here remember in$4$ full can, 211:02,087[A ]| Dear Jowler, Ruffler, Towser, Vulcan, 211:02,088[A ]| Or dog that$6#1$ is of high renown, 211:02,089[A ]| That$6#1$ famous mouth, or nose does own: 211:02,090[A ]| Which$6#1$ sure is much a worthier creature, 211:02,091[A ]| Than London punk of brightest feature. 211:02,092[A ]| But now it is late, post will$1$ not stay, 211:02,093[A ]| But like$4$ old time, will$1$ fly away; 211:02,094[A ]| Tomorrow he is to$4$ dust a stand, 211:02,095[A ]| That$6#1$ is your servant to$4$ command. 211:03,000@@@@@| 211:03,000[' ]| 211:03,000[' ]| 211:03,000[' ]| 211:03,001[A ]| How great a transport is a brave man in$4$, 211:03,002[A ]| When echoing trumpets bid the fight begin? 211:03,003[A ]| With joy, the listening warrior hears them sound, 211:03,004[A ]| And rears himself, all ravished, from the ground: 211:03,005[A ]| He grasps his sword, and lifts his ponderous shield, 211:03,006[A ]| And big with joy, flies to$4$ the fatal field: 211:03,007[A ]| The god of war his heated breast inspires, 211:03,008[A ]| And his glad soul swells to$9$ receive the fires: 211:03,009[A ]| Already, he descries the distant plain, 211:03,010[A ]| Already seems to$9$ view the horrid scene, 211:03,011[A ]| Hear clashing spears, and groans of dying men. 211:03,012[A ]| Such was our monarch's transport at the Boyne: 211:03,013[A ]| There, Nassau, all the work was heaven's, and thine. 211:03,014[A ]| Thyself the foremost, like$4$ the leading god, 211:03,015[A ]| The soldiers gladly followed through the flood; 211:03,016[A ]| Bending the waves beneath them with their tread, 211:03,017[A ]| They raised a tempest, though the winds were laid. 211:03,018[A ]| Each army, like$4$ a well-appointed fleet, 211:03,019[A ]| Cut through the rapid streams, and mid-way met; 211:03,020[A ]| Whilst from both shores the thundering ordinance speaks, 211:03,021[A ]| In$4$ louder sounds, than those of brazen beaks. 211:03,022[A ]| All elements, fire, water, earth and air, 211:03,023[A ]| Join in$4$ the fight, and mingle in$4$ the war. 211:03,024[A ]| Clouds of black smoke the face of heaven obscure, 211:03,025[A ]| The earth is shook, and the dashed waters roar; 211:03,026[A ]| Hundreds are swallowed up$5$, the furious tide, 211:03,027[A ]| With a strong current, rolls away the dead. 211:03,028[A ]| Already they have shot the gulf of death, 211:03,029[A ]| And need no$2$ waftage over lakes beneath; 211:03,030[A ]| Fate stretched himself, and both the banks bestrid, 211:03,031[A ]| Fixing a deadly foot on$4$ either side, 211:03,032[A ]| Whilst underneath his arch the river flowed, 211:03,033[A ]| Whose waters rose up$5$ to$4$ him, swelled with blood; 211:03,034[A ]| By$4$ thousand differing ways, a thousand fall, 211:03,035[A ]| See death in$4$ all its forms, and dire in$4$ all. 211:03,036[A ]| The stately youth, that$6#1$ stood erect but now, 211:03,037[A ]| Struck by$4$ the mortal dart, are levelled low; 211:03,038[A ]| Whole heads and arms are lopped, the shivering spear 211:03,039[A ]| Strikes its sharp splinters through the wounded air; 211:03,040[A ]| All instruments of death the fates employ, 211:03,041[A ]| Whom the swords spare, the waters do destroy. 211:03,042[A ]| From dying chiefs the river gains a fame, 211:03,043[A ]| But Sconberg gives it an immortal name: 211:03,044[A ]| Bred up$5$ in$4$ camps, inured to$4$ horrid wars, 211:03,045[A ]| Laden with fame and honour, as with years; 211:03,046[A ]| Brave as he lived, the good old general fell, 211:03,047[A ]| And his great master did revenge him well. 211:03,048[A ]| Oh! had thy mighty shade been by$5$ to$9$ have seen 211:03,049[A ]| What troops of ghosts he sent to$9$ wait on$4$ thine, 211:03,050[A ]| Thy thankful genius would his steps attend, 211:03,051[A ]| The best of masters, and the bravest friend; 211:03,052[A ]| To$4$ him thy art of conquering would bequeath, 211:03,053[A ]| Who$6#1$ fought to$9$ make thee famous in$4$ thy death: 211:03,054[A ]| For$3$ whilst the waters of the Boyne shall flow, 211:03,055[A ]| Succeeding ages shall remember you. 211:03,056[A ]| Soldiers and chiefs without distinction drop, 211:03,057[A ]| Only the king, stood as immortal up$5$; 211:03,058[A ]| Around thy head a thousand deaths did fly, 211:03,059[A ]| Spent in$4$ the air; the boldest destiny 211:03,060[A ]| Durst only touch thee in$4$ its passage by$5$. 211:03,061[A ]| Thy stronger genius did the stroke decline, 211:03,062[A ]| Fate had the power of every life but thine. 211:03,063[A ]| Heroes on$4$ either side rush dauntless on$5$; 211:03,064[A ]| The day is vanished before the battle is done. 211:03,065[A ]| Groans of fallen soldiers mount up$5$ to$4$ the skies, 211:03,066[A ]| Compassionate echoes answer to$4$ their cries. 211:03,067[A ]| Whole heaven is concerned, as it were itself in$4$ fight, 211:03,068[A ]| And diseased nature sickens at the sight; 211:03,069[A ]| Nought stops the merciless victor in$4$ his course, 211:03,070[A ]| Strongly he urges on$5$ the impetuous horse, 211:03,071[A ]| And bears down all with a resistless force: 211:03,072[A ]| So$5#1$ swiftly does he drive the flying steed, 211:03,073[A ]| That$3$ victory can scarce keep equal speed. 211:03,074[A ]| Heaven looks with pity on$4$ the mighty dead, 211:03,075[A ]| And grieved to$9$ see so$5#1$ many thousands bleed, 211:03,076[A ]| Spreads the thick veil of night, to$9$ keep them hid. 211:03,077[A ]| The sun went down with an unwonted red; 211:03,078[A ]| Bloody he looked, as if himself had bled. 211:03,079[A ]| He seemed to$9$ fall in$4$ the same famous stream; 211:03,080[A ]| Our Nassau fought, and seemed to$9$ fall by$4$ him. 211:03,081[A ]| Those very waters where the god lay drowned, 211:03,082[A ]| Our greater hero passed and went beyond. 211:03,083[A ]| The heavens withdraw their lustre, and their fires 211:03,084[A ]| And day itself, the last of all, expires. 211:03,085[A ]| Night, horror, and confusion, fill the plain, 211:03,086[A ]| Darkness and death, shut in$5$ the gloomy scene. 211:03,087[A ]| Winds waft the dreadful tidings round their coast; 211:03,088[A ]| Aloud they tell them how their isle is lost; 211:03,089[A ]| Bid them take wings, and fly in$4$ haste away, 211:03,090[A ]| The conqueror comes on$5$, as swift as they. 211:03,091[A ]| Fierce, and resistless, through the land he passed; 211:03,092[A ]| His fame, and he seemed to$9$ make equal haste. 211:03,093[A ]| At his approach the affrighted realm is shook, 211:03,094[A ]| The chiefest cities yield without a stroke. 211:03,095[A ]| To$4$ the proud walls of Limerick, siege he lays, 211:03,096[A ]| Which$6#1$ nought but winter had the power to$9$ raise. 211:03,097[A ]| The gathering clouds do warn him to$9$ be gone, 211:03,098[A ]| And timely show the tempest drawing on$5$. 211:03,099[A ]| His orders for$4$ a brave retreat are given, 211:03,100[A ]| The pious hero only yields to$4$ heaven. 211:03,101[A ]| So$5#2$ Tyre stopped Alexander's eager haste; 211:03,102[A ]| Withstood him for$4$ a while, though won at last. 211:03,103[A ]| Now he returns from the half-vanquished isle; 211:03,104[A ]| And seeks in$4$ foreign camps for$4$ nobler toil. 211:03,105[A ]| He leaves his army to$4$ his general's care, 211:03,106[A ]| And shows the ways, they must pursue the war. 211:03,107[A ]| With the vast help of the dread Nassau's name, 211:03,108[A ]| His gallant chiefs purchase their share of fame. 211:03,109[A ]| They fought secure of honour, and success; 211:03,110[A ]| The cause was heaven's, and the army his. 211:03,111[A ]| Conquest is easier made, when once begun; 211:03,112[A ]| Like$4$ high swollen waters, when the sluice is drawn, 211:03,113[A ]| The torrent from afar comes rolling on$5$. 211:03,114[A ]| To$4$ distant realms his conquering arms he bears, 211:03,115[A ]| And hostile lands are made the seat of wars. 211:03,116[A ]| On$4$ him, and us these blessings are bestowed, 211:03,117[A ]| Peace flourishes at home, and war abroad. 211:03,118[A ]| Disdainful princes are compelled to$9$ bow; 211:03,119[A ]| And haughty France begins to$9$ feel us now. 211:03,120[A ]| With powers unequal, they a war maintain, 211:03,121[A ]| Compelled already to$9$ resign the Main. 211:03,122[A ]| The greatest navy they could ever boast, 211:03,123[A ]| The work of thirty years, one conflict lost. 211:03,124[A ]| Both fleets encountered with impetuous shocks, 211:03,125[A ]| Resounding as the waves, that$6#1$ dash the rocks. 211:03,126[A ]| The cannon roared as loud as did the seas, 211:03,127[A ]| And fire, and smoke rolled over the ocean's face, 211:03,128[A ]| Some sunk, some scattered through the watery field, 211:03,129[A ]| And some from farther flight disabled yield. 211:03,130[A ]| Once more, we are sovereign masters of the sea, 211:03,131[A ]| And have our passage to$4$ invasion free. 211:03,132[A ]| On$4$ the proud foe, we may our armies pour, 211:03,133[A ]| Resistless as the seas, that$6#1$ wash their shore. 211:03,134[A ]| Again, we may recover empire there: 211:03,135[A ]| England can do it, and its monarch dare. 211:03,136[A ]| It is he must pull the growing tyrant down; 211:03,137[A ]| It is he will$1$ lead the British armies on$5$. 211:03,138[A ]| Go all you gallant youths, your arms prepare, 211:03,139[A ]| Go with your royal leader to$4$ the war. 211:03,140[A ]| Yours is the right, with conquest make your claim, 211:03,141[A ]| And raise at once, your fortunes and your fame. 211:03,142[A ]| None but old men confined within our isles, 211:03,143[A ]| And tender maids, unfit for$4$ mighty toils. 211:03,144[A ]| Albion unpeopled, need not fear surprise, 211:03,145[A ]| Heaven has created it a guard of seas. 211:03,146[A ]| The aged sires to$4$ altars shall repair, 211:03,147[A ]| And with a pious force, win heaven by$4$ prayer. 211:03,148[A ]| The sighing virgins shall your absence mourn, 211:03,149[A ]| And every beauty beg your safe return. 211:03,150[A ]| With vows and tears, assenting heaven shall move, 211:03,151[A ]| And that$6#2$ shall crown your arms, and they your love. 211:03,152[A ]| Thrice happy victors destined to$9$ receive 211:03,153[A ]| What heaven, and heavenly beauty has to$9$ give. 211:03,154[A ]| But one, by$4$ far surpassing all the rest, 211:03,155[A ]| Shall make her much-loved Nassau chiefly blessed. 211:03,156[A ]| The queen of Britain, and of beauty smiles, 211:03,157[A ]| And thanks her conquering warrior for$4$ his toils. 211:03,158[A ]| Each rolling day, new honours does prepare; 211:03,159[A ]| Gives him new glory, adds new charms to$4$ her. 211:03,160[A ]| He reaps the noble harvest of the field, 211:03,161[A ]| And gives her all the crop that$6#1$ it can yield. 211:03,162[A ]| Thus whilst his wreaths, thy lovely temples bind, 211:03,163[A ]| And all the laurel crowns he won, are thine; 211:03,164[A ]| And all by$4$ crowning thee become divine; 211:03,165[A ]| From every part shall vanquished princes come; 211:03,166[A ]| Thou shall pronounce the royal captives' doom. 211:03,167[A ]| Each vassal shall bow down his suppliant knee, 211:03,168[A ]| And all the earth receive their laws from thee. 211:03,169[A ]| Tune then your Io Paeans to$4$ their praise, 211:03,170[A ]| To$4$ our great king eternal trophies raise. 211:03,171[A ]| Let the good Dorset all his fights rehearse; 211:03,172[A ]| The noblest actions, in$4$ the noblest verse. 211:03,173[A ]| Let the best pencil draw him as he stood, 211:03,174[A ]| Repelling fate, and the surrounding flood. 211:03,175[A ]| Paint him triumphant over earth, and sea, 211:03,176[A ]| Paint him so$5#1$ great, as all may know it is he. 211:03,177[A ]| All his loved subjects watch his wished return, 211:03,178[A ]| Prepare his triumphs, and his throne adorn; 211:03,179[A ]| Pour all your treasure out beneath his feet, 211:03,180[A ]| And be your payment, as your debt is, great. 211:03,181[A ]| Supply him from your unexhausted store, 211:03,182[A ]| So$5#1$ brave a prince never led you forth before. 211:03,183[A ]| Preserve him, heaven, from all the rage of war; 211:03,184[A ]| Divert the threatening point of every spear; 211:03,185[A ]| Shield him, some god, and let no$2$ shaft come near. 211:04,000@@@@@| 211:04,000[' ]| 211:04,000[' ]| 211:04,001[' ]| Our glorious realm, over all the earth renowned, 211:04,002[' ]| Once with the noblest government was crowned; 211:04,003[' ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ all foreign tyrannies were awed, 211:04,004[' ]| Easy we were at home, and terrible abroad. 211:04,005[' ]| All our wise laws of empire were designed, 211:04,006[' ]| Not for$4$ the lust of one, but good of all mankind; 211:04,007[' ]| The great prerogative was understood 211:04,008[' ]| A vast unbounded power of doing good: 211:04,009[' ]| From doing ill, by$4$ laws it was confined, 211:04,010[' ]| If sanctions, pacts or oaths could princes bind. 211:04,011[' ]| By$4$ ancient usages and laws they swayed, 211:04,012[' ]| Which$6#1$ both were by$4$ the choice of subjects made. 211:04,013[' ]| Old customs grew to$4$ laws by$4$ long consent, 211:04,014[' ]| And to$4$ each written law of parliament; 211:04,015[' ]| Freedom in$4$ boroughs, and in$4$ land freehold, 211:04,016[' ]| Gave all, who$6#1$ had them, voices, uncontrolled: 211:04,017[' ]| But few new rights were by$4$ new laws obtained, 211:04,018[' ]| Only some ravished liberties regained. 211:04,019[' ]| Who$6#1$ had no$2$ voices, yet alike were bound 211:04,020[' ]| By$4$ the protection, which$6#1$ from laws they found; 211:04,021[' ]| For$3$ everyone in$4$ those had equal right, 211:04,022[' ]| And no$2$ great man could injure, or affright; 211:04,023[' ]| Where subjects in$4$ the laws can claim no$2$ share, 211:04,024[' ]| Betwixt them and cattle no$2$ distinctions are. 211:04,025[' ]| This was the constitution in$4$ our state, 211:04,026[' ]| And true religion flourished in$4$ its height: 211:04,027[' ]| From lying legends, false traditions free, 211:04,028[' ]| From monkish ignorance, schoolmen's frippery, 211:04,029[' ]| From idols, and from papal tyranny. 211:04,030[' ]| Their building made of stubble, and of hay, 211:04,031[' ]| Was by$4$ our wise reformers swept away. 211:04,032[' ]| Thus we enjoyed a happy union 211:04,033[' ]| Under the great Eliza, perfect grown, 211:04,034[' ]| Hers and the people's interests were thought one. 211:04,035[' ]| She, and the realm, with mutual kindness strove, 211:04,036[' ]| Great its obedience, and as great her love; 211:04,037[' ]| Long might such happiness have been enjoyed, 211:04,038[' ]| Had it not been by$4$ ambitious priests destroyed. 211:04,039[' ]| Those haughty priests could not contented be 211:04,040[' ]| With what remained from popish dignity, 211:04,041[' ]| But would their hierarchy have greater made, 211:04,042[' ]| With cast-off rights the laity they invade, 211:04,043[' ]| And call in$5$ Jus*Divinum to$4$ their aid. 211:04,044[' ]| With that$6#2$ invisible commission armed 211:04,045[' ]| Our kings, with sovereign and inherent charmed, 211:04,046[' ]| With sacred person, power without a bound, 211:04,047[' ]| Prerogative unlimited, no$2$ ground 211:04,048[' ]| Whereof is in$4$ our constitution found. 211:04,049[' ]| Thus they, by$4$ ecclesiastic flattery, 211:04,050[' ]| Turned kings to$4$ tyrants, and to$4$ slaves the free: 211:04,051[' ]| These furious fools yet wise divines contemned, 211:04,052[' ]| And their rash doctrines privately condemned: 211:04,053[' ]| None dare in$4$ public say they were unsound, 211:04,054[' ]| But fines, and pillories, and brands were found. 211:04,055[' ]| For$3$ now commissioned from above the sky, 211:04,056[' ]| Kings soon were deemed for$4$ laws and oaths too high; 211:04,057[' ]| Hotly it was taught, they were not bound by$4$ oaths, 211:04,058[' ]| Because no$2$ power above them to$9$ impose. 211:04,059[' ]| It was now no$2$ kingly office, nor a trust, 211:04,060[' ]| No$2$ laws to$9$ rule by$4$ but their sovereign lust; 211:04,081[' ]| And all the land for$4$ their estate they owned, 211:04,062[' ]| The subjects were their stock upon$4$ the ground. 211:04,063[' ]| At length, to$9$ rivet on$5$ the chains we wore, 211:04,064[' ]| Lewd knaves in$4$ coifs yield the dispensing power 211:04,065[' ]| Which$6#1$ never tyrant here had claimed before. 211:04,066[' ]| The scandals of the bar must now be found 211:04,067[' ]| To$9$ give the government this mortal wound; 211:04,068[' ]| Which$6#1$ at one blow took all its strength away 211:04,069[' ]| And down in$4$ pieces dashed, the noble structure lay. 211:04,070[' ]| Ruin and rubbish covered all the ground, 211:04,071[' ]| And no$2$ remains were of the buildings found. 211:04,072[' ]| Monsters of Roman and Hibernian race, 211:04,073[' ]| With fangs and claws infect the wasted place: 211:04,074[' ]| With one of British kind, who$6#1$ swallowed more 211:04,075[' ]| Than any other bloody beast of power; 211:04,076[' ]| Fiercely he goggled, his jaws opened wide, 211:04,077[' ]| Louder he roared than all the beasts beside. 211:04,078[' ]| Some like$4$ jackals, before him preyed for$4$ blood, 211:04,079[' ]| And to$4$ his ravenous maw brought all they could: 211:04,080[' ]| Against the rapine of these beasts of prey, 211:04,081[' ]| First London's noble prelate stood at bay; 211:04,082[' ]| One fit to$9$ atone for$4$ all the clergy's blots, 211:04,083[' ]| For$4$ three vile English bishops, and twelve Scots. 211:04,084[' ]| Then valiant Fairfax, and brave Hough made head, 211:04,085[' ]| But by$4$ these monsters were discomfited; 211:04,086[' ]| And now the trembling church began to$9$ reel, 211:04,087[' ]| And the effects of non-resistance feel; 211:04,088[' ]| Where Jus*Divinum was not on$4$ their side, 211:04,089[' ]| They strove to$9$ stop the fierce impetuous tide. 211:04,090[' ]| Seven suffering heroes gave it such a shock, 211:04,091[' ]| It seemed to$9$ dash its surges on$4$ a rock; 211:04,092[' ]| But showers of locusts came with thickest fogs, 211:04,093[' ]| From Tiber's marshes, and from Shannon's bogs: 211:04,094[' ]| Vast clouds of vermin hasten to$4$ their aid, 211:04,085[' ]| And intercepting light, thick darkness made; 211:04,096[' ]| All clouded was our sullen hemisphere, 211:04,097[' ]| But lo! the glorious Orange does appear! 211:04,098[' ]| And by$4$ his universal influence, 211:04,099[' ]| Does to$4$ our drooping land new life dispense; 211:04,100[' ]| His heat ferments that$6#2$ lump was dead before, 211:04,101[' ]| Which$6#1$ now in$4$ every part exerts its power; 211:04,102[' ]| To$9$ purge itself, that$3$ it may clean become, 211:04,103[' ]| The fermentation soon throws off the scum. 211:04,104[' ]| And every part does towards perfection move, 211:04,105[' ]| Towards strength and soundness, harmony and love. 211:04,106[' ]| When earth oppressed, with darkness overspread, 211:04,107[' ]| From filthy boggy exhalations bred; 211:04,108[' ]| The sun with noiseless marches of his light, 211:04,109[' ]| Discusses vapours, and dispels the night: 211:04,110[' ]| With equal silence in$4$ his glorious race, 211:04,111[' ]| Our noisome fogs does the brave Orange chase; 211:04,112[' ]| Does all the powers of darkness put to$4$ flight, 211:04,113[' ]| And the infernal ministers of night; 211:04,114[' ]| The guilty spirits shun the approach of light. 211:04,115[' ]| When undistinguished in$4$ the mighty mass, 211:04,116[' ]| And in$4$ stagnation universal matter was, 211:04,117[' ]| Huddled in$4$ heaps the differing atoms lay 211:04,118[' ]| Quiet, and had no$2$ laws of motion to$9$ obey: 211:04,119[' ]| The eternal mover threw the ferment in$4$, 211:04,120[' ]| The solid atoms did their course begin: 211:04,121[' ]| The quickening mass moves now in$4$ every part, 211:04,122[' ]| And does its plastic faculties exert. 211:04,123[' ]| The jarring atoms move into a peace, 211:04,124[' ]| And all confusion and disorders cease: 211:04,125[' ]| The ugly undigested lump became 211:04,126[' ]| The perfect, glorious, and well-ordered frame. 211:04,127[' ]| Let there be light, the almighty fiat run; 211:04,128[' ]| No$2$ sooner it was pronounced, but it was done. 211:04,129[' ]| Inspired by$4$ heaven, thus the great Orange said, 211:04,130[A ]| Let there be liberty, and was obeyed. 211:04,131[' ]| Vast wonders heaven's great minister has wrought, 211:04,132[' ]| From our dark chaos, beauteous order brought: 211:04,133[' ]| He invaded us with force to$9$ make us free, 211:04,134[' ]| And in$4$ another's realm could meet no$2$ enemy. 211:04,135[' ]| Hail great assertor of the greatest cause, 211:04,136[' ]| Man's liberty, and the Almighty's laws: 211:04,137[' ]| Heaven greater wonders has for$4$ thee designed, 211:04,138[' ]| Thou glorious deliverer of mankind! 212:01,000@@@@@| 212:01,000[' ]| <'Elegy upon$4$ the ... Dutchess of New-Castle': Summers, v.235-7.> 212:02,000[' ]| 212:03,000[' ]| <'To$4$ ... Pietro Reggio': Summers, v.239-41> 212:04,000[' ]| <'Congratulatory Poem to$4$ ... Queen Mary': Summers, v.343-4> 212:05,000[' ]| <'Ode on Anniversary of Queen's Birth': Summers, v.345-6> 212:06,000[' ]| <'Ode to the King on his Return from Ireland': Summers, v.359-61> 212:07,000[' ]| <'Ode on the King's Birth-Day': Summers, v.365-6> 212:08,000[' ]| <'Votum Perenne': Summers, v.373-5> 212:09,000[' ]| 212:01,001[A ]| Henceforth be Dumb, ye Oracles of Wit; 212:01,002[A ]| Ye humbly must to$4$ Fate submit: 212:01,003[A ]| How soon must ye decline! How low must fall! 212:01,004[A ]| Since She is gone who$6#1$ did Inspire ye all? 212:01,005[A ]| Her Books are the best Patterns for$4$ the Pen, 212:01,006[A ]| Her Person was the best of Subjects too; 212:01,007[A ]| In$4$ Wit and Sense She did excel all Men; 212:01,008[A ]| And all her Sex in$4$ Virtue did outgoe. 212:01,009[A ]| Though Grief affords some Eloquence, 212:01,010[A ]| Henceforth expect but little Sense; 212:01,011[A ]| For$3$, since she is gone, all we can do 212:01,012[A ]| Will$1$ but the Pangs of Dying-Writers show. 212:01,013[A ]| When the bright Ruler of the Day 212:01,014[A ]| The Horizon of his Presence has bereft 212:01,015[A ]| Some feeble streaks of Light are left, 212:01,016[A ]| Yet darkness soon must come, and all that$6#2$ light decay. 212:01,017[A ]| Our Sun is forever set, we have no$2$ hope 212:01,018[A ]| Of this as of the other Sun's return: 212:01,019[A ]| We all in$4$ Darkness must forever grope, 212:01,020[A ]| And we forever must in$4$ Tears her absence mourn. 212:01,021[A ]| Philosophers must wander in$4$ the dark; 212:01,022[A ]| Now they of Truth can find no$2$ certain mark; 212:01,023[A ]| Since She their surest Guide is gone away, 212:01,024[A ]| They can not chuse but miserably stray. 212:01,025[A ]| All did depend on$4$ Her, but She on$4$ none, 212:01,026[A ]| For$3$ her Philosophy was all her own. 212:01,027[A ]| She never did to$4$ the poor Refuge fly 212:01,028[A ]| Of Occult Quality or Sympathy. 212:01,029[A ]| She could a Reason for$4$ each Cause present, 212:01,030[A ]| Not trusting wholy to$4$ Experiment, 212:01,031[A ]| No$2$ Principles from others she purloyned, 212:01,032[A ]| But wisely Practice she with Speculation joyned. 212:01,033[A ]| None was more good, and once none was more fair: 212:01,034[A ]| She was not as most of her frail Sex are; 212:01,035[A ]| Who$6#1$ have Fruitful Wombs but Baren Brains, 212:01,036[A ]| She left the best Remains: 212:01,037[A ]| Though we no$2$ Issue of her Body find 212:01,038[A ]| Yet she hath left behind 212:01,039[A ]| The Nobler Issue of her mighty Mind; 212:01,040[A ]| Learning she needed not, nor yet despised: 212:01,041[A ]| Though from herself all Arts she knew; 212:01,042[A ]| The truly Learned she nobly Patronized, 212:01,043[A ]| And every Artist, she encouraged too. 212:01,044[A ]| Let all her sex fashion by$4$ her their Lives: 212:01,045[A ]| She was the best of Women, best of Wives, 212:01,046[A ]| To$4$ her lord She was warme and loving as the Spring, 212:01,047[A ]| But to$4$ all others cold as Winters Ice, 212:01,048[A ]| Her sight on$4$ all a shivering awe did bring, 212:01,049[A ]| And nipt, at first, all vain attempts of Vice; 212:01,050[A ]| But though in$4$ Love she bore a Noble pride. 212:01,051[A ]| She to$4$ each Skilful man of Art 212:01,052[A ]| Her Conversation freely doth impart, 212:01,053[A ]| And to$4$ all others civil was beside. 212:01,054[A ]| But we by$4$ praising thus provoke our Grief 212:01,055[A ]| Which$6#1$ never can expect Relief, 212:01,056[A ]| Nor can the most luxurious Praise 212:01,057[A ]| (Though penned with Art that$6#1$ might deserve the Bayes.) 212:01,058[A ]| Nor all which$6#1$ we can think afford 212:01,059[A ]| Ease to$4$ her much lamenting Lord: 212:01,060[A ]| Whose loss does now by$4$ far outvye 212:01,061[A ]| All he yet ever sustained 212:01,062[A ]| Yet he once lost much more for$4$ Loyalty 212:01,063[A ]| Than any Subject, and much less has gained; 212:01,064[A ]| This noble half she left behind 212:01,065[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ her much lamented death must find 212:01,066[A ]| Too great a Trial for$4$ the greatest Mind. 212:01,067[A ]| Oh what Expedient can there be 212:01,068[A ]| Found to$9$ support his Magnanimity! 212:01,069[A ]| The best of Husbands, and the noblest Peer; 212:01,070[A ]| The best of Generals, best of Subjects too, 212:01,071[A ]| Whose Arts in$4$ Peace as well as War appear: 212:01,072[A ]| He knows how to$9$ advise, and how to$9$ do; 212:01,073[A ]| His Prudence and his Courage might uphold 212:01,074[A ]| The most decayed and crippled State, 212:01,075[A ]| And rescue it from the Jawes of Fate: 212:01,076[A ]| His Body may, but Mind, can never be old; 212:01,077[A ]| Him she has left, and from our sight is hurled 212:01,078[A ]| And Gloriously shines in$4$ the true Blazing World. 212:02,000@@@@@| 212:02,000[' ]| 212:02,001[B ]| Oh! How severe is our poor Poets Fate! 212:02,002[B ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ this barren Trade begins so$5#1$ late. 212:02,003[B ]| True Wit is no$2$ longer currant, it is cryed down, 212:02,004[B ]| And all your half-wits into Knavery grown. 212:02,005[B ]| Those who$6#1$ once loved the Stage, are now in$4$ years, 212:02,006[B ]| And leave good Poets for$4$ dull Pamphleteers; 212:02,007[B ]| Nay, for$4$ the worst of Rascals, Libellers. 212:02,008[B ]| In$4$ none of these will$1$ the young Sparks delight, 212:02,009[B ]| They never read, and scorn all those that$6#1$ write. 212:02,010[B ]| They only come the Boxes to$9$ survey, 212:02,011[B ]| Laugh, roar, and bawl, but never hear the Play. 212:02,012[B ]| In$4$ Monkey's tricks they pass the time away, 212:02,013[B ]| At least, the Poet hopes, they have done today. 212:02,014[B ]| The Graver sort, he is sure, have so$5#1$ much Sense, 212:02,015[B ]| That$3$ they will$1$ never damn him for$4$ his first Offence. 212:02,016[B ]| He may take warning, and fling off this Itch, 212:02,017[B ]| That$6#1$ does poor Poets Hearts so$5#1$ much bewitch, 212:02,018[B ]| And, in$4$ a duller way, drudge and grow rich. 212:02,019[B ]| Ye have no$2$ hardened Malefactor here; 212:02,020[B ]| He never before did at this Bar appear. 212:02,021[B ]| If he should suffer, the first time he is in$5$, 212:02,022[B ]| It were hard, as for$4$ a Girl, fresh, at sixteen, 212:02,023[B ]| To$9$ meet, at the first Venture, the mishap 212:02,024[B ]| To$9$ lose her Maidenhead, and get a Clap. 212:03,000@@@@@| 212:03,000[' ]| <'To$4$ ... Pietro Reggio': Summers, v.239-41> 212:03,001[A ]| If I could write with a Poetick fire 212:03,002[A ]| Equal to$4$ thine in$4$ MUSICK, I would admire, 212:03,003[A ]| And Praise Thee fully: Now my Verse will$1$ be 212:03,004[A ]| Short of thy Merit, as I short of Thee. 212:03,005[A ]| But I by$4$ this advantage shall receive, 212:03,006[A ]| Though to$4$ my Numbers I no$2$ Life can give, 212:03,007[A ]| Yet they by$4$ thy more lasting Skill shall live. 212:03,008[A ]| Thou canst alone preserve my perishing Fame, 212:03,009[A ]| By$4$ joyning Mine with Thy Immortal Name. 212:03,010[A ]| Heroes and Conquerours by$4$ Poets live; 212:03,011[A ]| Poets, from Men like$4$ Thee, must Life receive: 212:03,012[A ]| Like$4$ Thee! where such a Genius shall we find, 212:03,013[A ]| So$5#1$ Quick, so$5#1$ Strong, so$5#1$ Subtile, so$5#1$ Refined, 212:03,014[A ]| Amongst all the bold Attempters of thy Kind? 212:03,015[A ]| Till I such MUSICK hear, such Art can see, 212:03,016[A ]| I never shall think that$3$ thou canst equalled be. 212:03,017[A ]| My only doubt is now, which$6#1$ does excell, 212:03,018[A ]| Or thy Composing, or Performing well; 212:03,019[A ]| And, Thou art in$4$ both, so$5#1$ exquisitly Rare, 212:03,020[A ]| We Thee alone can with thyself compare. 212:03,021[A ]| Thou dost alike, excell in$4$ every Strain, 212:03,022[A ]| And never failest to$9$ hit the Poet's Vein. 212:03,023[A ]| The Author's sense by$4$ Thee is never perplext, 212:03,024[A ]| Thy MUSICK is a Comment on$4$ his Text. 212:03,025[A ]| Thou Nobly dost not only give what is due 212:03,026[A ]| To$4$ every Verse, but dost Improve it too. 212:03,027[A ]| Poetick Gems are rough within the Mine, 212:03,028[A ]| But Polisht by$4$ thy Art, with Lustre shine; 212:03,029[A ]| Even COWLEY's Spirit is advanced by$4$ thine. 212:03,030[A ]| Good English Artists, (to$4$ their Judgements true,) 212:03,031[A ]| Admire thy Works, and will$1$ respect thee too; 212:03,032[A ]| Thy Worth, and Skill, great Jenkins loved, and knew; 212:03,033[A ]| The Worthiest Master of my Youthful days, 212:03,034[A ]| Whom Thou so$5#1$ justly honourest with thy Praise. 212:03,035[A ]| But the Pretenders of this Quacking Age, 212:03,036[A ]| Who$6#1$, (with their Ditties,) plague the Town and Stage; 212:03,037[A ]| If their dull Notes will$1$ but the Numbers fit, 212:03,038[A ]| Never mind the Poet's Spirit, or his Wit; 212:03,039[A ]| But think All is done, if it be true by$4$ Rule, 212:03,040[A ]| Though one may write true Grammar like$4$ a Fool: 212:03,041[A ]| Still in$4$ their Beaten Road, they troll along, 212:03,042[A ]| And make alike the sad and cheerful Song: 212:03,043[A ]| The Pastoral, and the War-like are the same; 212:03,044[A ]| The Dirge, and Triumph, differ but in$4$ Name. 212:03,045[A ]| Such their Performance is: Nay, not so$5#1$ good; 212:03,046[A ]| A Funeral Song they Chaunt with cheerful Mood, 212:03,047[A ]| And Sigh and Languish in$4$ a Drunken Ode. 212:03,048[A ]| In$4$ Martial ones they are soft, in$4$ Amorous, rough; 212:03,049[A ]| And never think they Shake and Grace enough. 212:03,050[A ]| Each Shake and Grace so$5#1$ harshly too, they express, 212:03,051[A ]| A Horse's Neighing does not please me less. 212:03,052[A ]| We can not call this Singing, but a Noise; 212:03,053[A ]| Not Gracing, but a Jogging of the Voice: 212:03,054[A ]| And this is in$4$ such narrow Compass too, 212:03,055[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ one Song we hear all they can do: 212:03,056[A ]| These, who$6#1$ behind thy back dare rail at thee, 212:03,057[A ]| Would, (if they knew Themselves) thy Scholars be. 212:03,058[A ]| But they against thy Harmony are Armed, 212:03,059[A ]| They are duller Beasts than any Orpheus charmed. 212:03,060[A ]| In$4$ thy Invention, and thy Singing too, 212:03,061[A ]| Thy Fancy is ever Various, ever New. 212:03,062[A ]| Thou to$4$ each Temper canst the Heart engage, 212:03,063[A ]| To$4$ Grief canst soften, and inflame to$4$ Rage. 212:03,064[A ]| With Horrour fright, with Love canst make us burn, 212:03,065[A ]| Make us Rejoyce one Moment, and next Mourn, 212:03,066[A ]| And canst the Mind to$4$ every Passion turn. 212:03,067[A ]| And to$4$ each Grace and Cadence, thy great Art, 212:03,068[A ]| Such soft Harmonious Sweetness does impart, 212:03,069[A ]| With gentle Violence thou dost storm a Heart. 212:03,070[A ]| How oft dost thou my Anxious Cares destroy, 212:03,071[A ]| And make me want, or wish no$2$ other Joy! 212:03,072[A ]| For$3$ when thy Ayres, performed by$4$ Thee, I hear, 212:03,073[A ]| No$2$ Wealth I envy, and no$2$ Power, I fear; 212:03,074[A ]| Nor Misery, nor Death I apprehend, 212:03,075[A ]| For$4$ Fame nor Liberty can I contend, 212:03,076[A ]| When I am Charmed by$4$ Thee, my Excellent Friend. 212:03,077[A ]| And thou art so$5#2$; and every Qualitie 212:03,078[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ a Friend is required, does shine in$4$ Thee. 212:03,079[A ]| Thou hast read much, and canst Philosophise, 212:03,080[A ]| Quick in$4$ thy Reason, Fancy-full, yet Wise, 212:03,081[A ]| Honest and Kind art, Gentle, and yet Brave, 212:03,082[A ]| Modest, not Bashful; Humble, yet no$2$ Slave: 212:03,083[A ]| In$4$ your own Language You are a Poet, too, 212:03,084[A ]| So$5#1$ good, I wish that$3$ Ours as well you knew, 212:03,085[A ]| Though I should blush at what You then would do: 212:03,086[A ]| Yet the English Tongue so$5#1$ well thou canst command, 212:03,087[A ]| Great COWLEY's Virtues thou dost understand. 212:03,088[A ]| Thou on$4$ each Excellence of His canst hit, 212:03,089[A ]| On$4$ every Master-stroak of his Unbounded Wit. 212:03,090[A ]| And which$6#1$ yet makes me Love, and Praise thee more, 212:03,091[A ]| Thou above All, dost his Illustrious Name adore. 212:03,092[A ]| But to$4$ thy Praise I now must put an end, 212:03,093[A ]| It is using of Self-Interest with my Friend, 212:03,094[A ]| For$3$ whoever Praises Thee, does then Himself commend. 212:04,000@@@@@| 212:04,000[' ]| <'Congratulatory Poem to$4$ ... Queen Mary': Summers, v.343-4> 212:04,001[A ]| Immured with Rocks of Ice, no$2$ Wretches left 212:04,002[A ]| Hopeless of Life, of Heat and Light bereft, 212:04,003[A ]| Under the Influence of the rugged Bear, 212:04,004[A ]| Where but one Day and Night in$4$ all the Year, 212:04,005[A ]| With never so$5#1$ much transporting Joy could meet 212:04,006[A ]| The dawning Day, as Your Approach we greet. 212:04,007[A ]| Your Beams revived us from the Belgian Shore, 212:04,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ now our long-loved Princess does restore: 212:04,009[A ]| What could make us so$5#1$ rich? Or them so$5#1$ poor? 212:04,010[A ]| The World nought equal to$4$ our Joy can find, 212:04,011[A ]| But the despairing Grief you left behind. 212:04,012[A ]| We from the Mighty States have now gained more 212:04,013[A ]| Than by$4$ our Aid they ever got before, 212:04,014[A ]| When the great Vere's and Sidney's won such Fame, 212:04,015[A ]| That$3$ each of them immortalized his Name. 212:04,016[A ]| Not Alva's Rage would have distressed them so$5#1$, 212:04,017[A ]| As, Madam, we have done, recalling You. 212:04,018[A ]| Our adored Princess to$4$ Batavians lent, 212:04,019[A ]| Is home to$4$ us with mighty Interest sent: 212:04,020[A ]| For$3$ we, with Her, have won the Great Nassau, 212:04,021[A ]| Whose Sword shall keep the Papal World in$4$ awe. 212:04,022[A ]| She comes, she comes, the Fair, the Good, the Wise, 212:04,023[A ]| With loudest Acclamations rend the Skies; 212:04,024[A ]| Rock all the Steeples, kindle every Street, 212:04,025[A ]| Thunder ye Cannons from each Fort and Fleet. 212:04,026[A ]| To$4$ all the neighbouring Lands sound out your Joys, 212:04,027[A ]| And let France shake at the triumphant Noise. 212:04,028[A ]| Blessed be the rising Waves, the murmuring Gales, 212:04,029[A ]| Sustained the mighty Cargo, swelled the Sayls. 212:04,030[A ]| Blessed be the Vessel, as that$6#2$ was which$6#1$ bore 212:04,031[A ]| The Sacred Remnant, when there was no$2$ Shore. 212:04,032[A ]| Not the returning Dove they welcomed so$5#1$, 212:04,033[A ]| As we our MARY, who$6#1$ brings Olive too; 212:04,034[A ]| That$6#2$ only promised Safety to$4$ their Lives, 212:04,035[A ]| This our lost Peace and Liberty revives. 212:04,036[A ]| Blessed, blessed be his Invasion, which$6#1$ made way 212:04,037[A ]| For$4$ this most happy and illustrious Day. 212:04,038[A ]| So$5#1$ brave an Action, so$5#1$ renowned a Name, 212:04,039[A ]| Was never yet written in$4$ the Book of Fame. 212:04,040[A ]| Let Parasites call Princes Wise, and Brave, 212:04,041[A ]| Who$6#1$ bear inglorious Arms, but to$9$ inslave. 212:04,042[A ]| Our Prince will$1$ break those Chains wherewith they bind: 212:04,043[A ]| It is his true Glory to$9$ enlarge Mankind. 212:04,044[A ]| In$4$ any Land you would Dominion gain; 212:04,045[A ]| And Madam, in$4$ each Common-wealth would Reign. 212:04,046[A ]| Wherever your God-like Prince from us should go, 212:04,047[A ]| They would, like$4$ us, submit without a Blow. 212:04,048[A ]| In$4$ his short Sway more Wisdom He has shown, 212:04,049[A ]| Than here before in$4$ Ages has been known. 212:04,050[A ]| The Name of King adds nothing to$4$ his Fame, 212:04,051[A ]| But his great Vertues dignifie that$6#2$ Name. 212:04,052[A ]| What Land can boast of such a matchless Pair, 212:04,053[A ]| Like$4$ Him so$5#1$ wise, so$5#1$ brave; like$4$ You, so$5#1$ wise, so$5#1$ fair? 212:04,054[A ]| Wherever so$5#1$ many sacred Virtues joyn, 212:04,055[A ]| They to$4$ a Scepter shew a Right Divine. 212:04,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ are approved so$5#1$ Valiant, Wise and Just, 212:04,057[A ]| Have the best Titles to$4$ the highest Trust. 212:04,058[A ]| Though from the Loins of greatest Kings derived, 212:04,059[A ]| That$6#2$ title is not so$5#1$ strong, nor so$5#1$ long-lived; 212:04,060[A ]| For$3$ Princes more of solid Glory gain, 212:04,061[A ]| Who$6#1$ are thought fit, than who$6#1$ are born to$9$ Reign. 212:05,000@@@@@| 212:05,000[' ]| <'Ode on Anniversary of Queen's Birth': Summers, v.345-6> 212:05,001[A ]| Now does the glorious Day appear 212:05,002[A ]| The mightiest Day of all the Year, 212:05,003[A ]| Not anyone such Joy could bring, 212:05,004[A ]| Not that$6#2$ which$6#1$ ushers in$4$ the Spring. 212:05,005[A ]| That$6#1$ of ensuing Plenty hopes does give, 212:05,006[A ]| This did the hope of Liberty retrieve; 212:05,007[A ]| This does our Fertile Isle with Glory Crown, 212:05,008[A ]| And all the Fruits it yields we now can call our own. 212:05,009[A ]| On$4$ this blest day was our Restorer born, 212:05,010[A ]| Far above all let this the Kalendar Adorn. 212:05,011[A ]| Now, now with our united Voice 212:05,012[A ]| Let us aloud proclaim our Joys; 212:05,013[A ]| To$4$ Triumph let us sing 212:05,014[A ]| And make Heavens mighty concave ring. 212:05,015[A ]| It was a work of full as great a weight, 212:05,016[A ]| And require the self-same Power, 212:05,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ did frail Humane kind Create, 212:05,018[A ]| When they were lost them to$9$ restore; 212:05,019[A ]| For$4$ a like$2$ Act, Fate gave our Princes Birth, 212:05,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ adding to$4$ the Saints, made Joy in$4$ Heaven, 212:05,021[A ]| As well as Triumphs upon$4$ Earth, 212:05,022[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ so$5#1$ great, so$5#1$ good a Queen was given. 212:05,023[A ]| By$4$ beauteous softness mixt with Majesty, 212:05,024[A ]| An Empire over every Heart she gains 212:05,025[A ]| And from her awful Power none could be free, 212:05,026[A ]| She with such Sweetness and such Justice Reigns: 212:05,027[A ]| Her Hero too, whose Conduct and whose Arms 212:05,028[A ]| The trembling Papal World their Force must yield. 212:05,029[A ]| Must bend himself to$4$ her victorious Charms, 212:05,030[A ]| And give up$5$ all the Trophies of each Field 212:05,031[A ]| Our dear Religion, with our Laws defence, 212:05,032[A ]| To$4$ God her Zeal, to$4$ Man Benevolence; 212:05,033[A ]| Must her above all former Monarch raise 212:05,034[A ]| To$9$ be the everlasting Theme of Praise; 212:05,035[A ]| No$2$ more shall we the great Eliza boast, 212:05,036[A ]| For$3$ her Great Name in$4$ Greater Mary's will$1$ be lost. 212:06,000@@@@@| 212:06,000[' ]| <'Ode to the King on his Return from Ireland': Summers, v.359-61> 212:06,001[A ]| Welcome, thrice Welcome, Sir, from all the Harms, 212:06,002[A ]| The rough Fatigues, & threatening Dangers past, 212:06,003[A ]| To$4$ your Britannia's and Maria's Arms; 212:06,004[A ]| By$4$ each alike with Eager Joys embraced. 212:06,005[A ]| Both equally did for$4$ your Absence Mourn, 212:06,006[A ]| And both alike Languished for$4$ your Return. 212:06,007[A ]| For$3$ wheresoever abroad in$4$ Camps you appear, 212:06,008[A ]| We not for$4$ Us, but for$4$ your Person fear. 212:06,009[A ]| In$4$ your Great Breast so$5#1$ much does Valour burn, 212:06,010[A ]| You urge so$5#1$ home, so$5#1$ much yourself expose, 212:06,011[A ]| Your Courage does affright your Friends, as well as Foes. 212:06,012[A ]| Your Troops, when charged to$9$ March by$4$ your Command, 212:06,013[A ]| Astonished with Prodigious Wonder stand, 212:06,014[A ]| To$9$ see the Crowding Bullets fly 212:06,015[A ]| At unregarding Majesty; 212:06,016[A ]| While their Great Leader is concerned no$2$ more 212:06,017[A ]| Than at some gentle and refreshing Shower. 212:06,018[A ]| But soon they Recollect, are soon Inspired 212:06,019[A ]| To$9$ act such Deeds as He alone can teach: 212:06,020[A ]| By$4$ his unparalleled Example fired, 212:06,021[A ]| They press towards That$6#2$ which$6#1$ they can never reach. 212:06,022[A ]| You not alone your Troops Command, but show 212:06,023[A ]| What you alone would have them Bear, what Do; 212:06,024[A ]| Who$6#1$, with Amazement, find all first Performed by$4$ You. 212:06,025[A ]| Most with Impatience Toil, and Hazards bear; 212:06,026[A ]| Some grieve at Wounds, and apprehend each Scar; 212:06,027[A ]| But your Vast Soul alone Enjoys the War. 212:06,028[A ]| Not the fierce Lover shows more chearful haste, 212:06,029[A ]| Meeting the beauteous Nymph to$9$ be Embraced, 212:06,030[A ]| As the Reward of all his Service past; 212:06,031[A ]| Than you to$9$ joyn in$4$ Battle with a Foe: 212:06,032[A ]| So$5#1$ much your Mighty Mind does Glory prize, 212:06,033[A ]| In$4$ your erected Look fierce Joy you show, 212:06,034[A ]| And kindled Virtue flashes in$4$ your Eyes, 212:06,035[A ]| While you all Hazards, Wounds, and Death despise. 212:06,036[A ]| You to$4$ your Dangerous Wound would give no$2$ rest; 212:06,037[A ]| You would not be at leisure to$9$ be Cured: 212:06,038[A ]| The pain of which$6#1$ found room in$4$ every Breast, 212:06,039[A ]| Unfelt by$4$ you alone; or else endured 212:06,040[A ]| With that$6#2$ Great Temper, and that$6#2$ God-like Mind 212:06,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ your Sacred Breast alone we find. 212:06,042[A ]| That$6#2$ Wound, at which$6#1$ the Astonish Muse 212:06,043[A ]| Aid to$4$ all Numbers, did refuse. 212:06,044[A ]| A Wound, which$6#1$ deeply pierced each Generous Heart: 212:06,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ your Three Kingdoms tenderly did feel; 212:06,046[A ]| A Blow, which$6#1$ made all injured Princes start, 212:06,047[A ]| And all the Great Confederacy Reel. 212:06,048[A ]| The only Holy League, that$6#1$ ever was made, 212:06,049[A ]| A League oppressed Mankind to$9$ free 212:06,050[A ]| From the most Barbarous Foe did ever Invade 212:06,051[A ]| With Sword, and Fire, and Treachery. 212:06,052[A ]| But Heaven of you took such peculiar Care 212:06,053[A ]| That$3$ soon the Royal Breach it did Repair, 212:06,054[A ]| And saved your Great Allies from all Despair. 212:06,055[A ]| And now through all the League, in$4$ every Heart 212:06,056[A ]| Your Vigorous Influence does itself exert; 212:06,057[A ]| You, like$4$ the Soul, are All in$4$ every Part. 212:06,058[A ]| When Cozening Fame did the false Tidings spread 212:06,059[A ]| Through France, that$3$ our Nassau was Dead; 212:06,060[A ]| The Great Faux Brave, void of all Shame, 212:06,061[A ]| Loudly to$4$ Europe did Proclaim 212:06,062[A ]| How much he did your Sacred Person dread: 212:06,063[A ]| By$4$ the most Barbarous, and Abject ways; 212:06,064[A ]| Such as the Turk, or Tartar scorns to$9$ use. 212:06,065[A ]| Thus, thus he did your Awful Valour praise, 212:06,066[A ]| And his own Fear to$4$ all Mankind Accuse. 212:06,067[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his mean, and Savage Joys must find 212:06,068[A ]| More of a Woman, than a Hero's Mind. 212:06,069[A ]| Who$6#1$, with no$2$ Decence, then his Joy could bear, 212:06,070[A ]| With no$2$ sound Temper can Support His Fear, 212:06,071[A ]| (Though Bullets he resolves not to$9$ come near) 212:06,072[A ]| When you Sir, at the Head of this Great League appear. 212:06,073[A ]| Now, since so$5#1$ many, and so$5#1$ great Affairs 212:06,074[A ]| Employ your Royal Mind with Cares; 212:06,075[A ]| And you the mighty Weight alone Sustain, 212:06,076[A ]| Your happy Subjects you with Arms defend, 212:06,077[A ]| Instruct with Manners, and with Laws amend; 212:06,078[A ]| I, from Mankind, could no$2$ Indulgence gain 212:06,079[A ]| If, from the Public Good, you longer I detain. 212:06,080[A ]| Welcome, Great Prince! from Toils, and Arms, 212:06,081[A ]| To$4$ soft Maria's Beauteous Charms: 212:06,082[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ your Absence Reigned so$5#1$ well, 212:06,083[A ]| And did so$5#1$ much the Virgin Queen excel, 212:06,084[A ]| No$2$ more shall we old Tales of our Eliza tell. 212:06,085[A ]| Welcome, Great Sir! to$9$ fill your British Throne: 212:06,086[A ]| Brittain, with Justice, you may call your own; 212:06,087[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ a Mighty Kingdom you advance, 212:06,088[A ]| From a poor Province, to$4$ Insulting France. 212:07,000@@@@@| 212:07,000[' ]| <'Ode on the King's Birth-Day': Summers, v.365-6> 212:07,001[A ]| Welcome, thrice welcome, this Auspicious Morn 212:07,002[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the Great Nassau was born, 212:07,003[A ]| Sprung from a Mighty Race which$6#1$ was designed 212:07,004[A ]| For$4$ the Deliverers of Mankind. 212:07,005[A ]| Illustrious Heroes, whose prevailing Fates 212:07,006[A ]| Raised the Distressed to$4$ High and Mighty States; 212:07,007[A ]| And did by$4$ that$6#2$ possess more true Renown, 212:07,008[A ]| Than their Adolphus gained by$4$ the Imperial Crown. 212:07,009[A ]| They cooled the Rage, humbled the Pride of Spain, 212:07,010[A ]| But since, the insolence of France no$2$ less 212:07,011[A ]| Had brought the States into Distress, 212:07,012[A ]| But that$3$ a precious Scien did remain 212:07,013[A ]| From that$6#2$ Great Root, which$6#1$ did the shock sustain, 212:07,014[A ]| And made them High and Mighty once again. 212:07,015[A ]| This Prince for$4$ us was Born to$9$ make us free 212:07,016[A ]| From the most abject Slavery. 212:07,017[A ]| Thou hast restored our Laws their force again; 212:07,018[A ]| We still shall Conquer on$4$ the Land by$4$ thee; 212:07,019[A ]| By$4$ thee shall Triumph on$4$ the Main. 212:07,020[A ]| But thee a Fate much more sublime attends, 212:07,021[A ]| Europe for$4$ freedom on$4$ thy Sword depends; 212:07,022[A ]| And thy Victorious Arms shall tumble down 212:07,023[A ]| The Savage Monster from the Gallick throne; 212:07,024[A ]| To$4$ this Important Day we all shall owe, 212:07,025[A ]| Oh Glorious Birth, from which$6#1$ such blest effects shall flow. 212:07,026[A ]| <(General chorus of voices and instruments.)> 212:07,027[A ]| On$4$ this glad Day let every Voice 212:07,028[A ]| And Instrument, Proclaim our joys, 212:07,029[A ]| And let all Europe join in$4$ the Triumphant noise, 212:07,030[A ]| 7Io*Triumphe let us Sing, 212:07,031[A ]| 7Io*Triumphe let us Sing, 212:07,032[A ]| And let the sound through all the spacious Welkin Ring. 212:07,033[A ]| From thy fresh Lawrels shall the Olive spring 212:07,034[A ]| Thy Victories shall bring us Peace, 212:07,035[A ]| And under Thee, our most Indulgent King, 212:07,036[A ]| Shall Industry and Arts increase; 212:07,037[A ]| Quiet we shall possess, but not Inglorious Ease. 212:07,038[A ]| Then shall each fertile Mead, and grateful Field, 212:07,039[A ]| Amply reward our Care and Toil, 212:07,040[A ]| The Herds and Flocks a vast increase shall yield, 212:07,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ raging War shall never spoil, 212:07,042[A ]| Free from Invading force and from Intestine broil. 212:07,043[A ]| And though our plenteous Isle shall need no$2$ more, 212:07,044[A ]| Than what its Soil for$4$ Natives does provide, 212:07,045[A ]| Yet added to$4$ its mighty store, 212:07,046[A ]| Whatever and Foreign Coast, 212:07,047[A ]| Of Plenty, or of Wealth can boast, 212:07,048[A ]| Shall on$4$ our Happy Shores flow in$5$ beside, 212:07,049[A ]| From the superfluous Bounty of each Tide. 212:07,050[A ]| No$2$ Avarice or Ambition in$4$ the Great, 212:07,051[A ]| Shall under thee thy Godlike Power pervert, 212:07,052[A ]| Rewards nor Threats corrupt thy Judgment Seat; 212:07,053[A ]| Nor Trusts be gained but by$4$ desert, 212:07,054[A ]| While thy Great Self thy Wisdom shall exert. 212:07,055[A ]| Then shall the Vile Ungrateful Murmuring Band, 212:07,056[A ]| Whom our great Moses has set free 212:07,057[A ]| From Egypts Bondage and, Idolatry 212:07,058[A ]| Glad to$9$ submit to$4$ his Command; 212:07,059[A ]| For$4$ shame their guilty Heads hang down, 212:07,060[A ]| Owning the best of Kings that$6#1$ ever filled the Throne. 212:07,061[A ]| Thus the Prophetick Muses say, 212:07,062[A ]| And all the Wise and Good will$1$ pray, 212:07,063[A ]| That$3$ they long, long, may Celebrate this Day. 212:07,064[A ]| Soon Haughty France shall bow, and Cozening Rome, 212:07,065[A ]| And Britain Mistress of the World become; 212:07,066[A ]| And from thy Wise, thy Godlike Sway, 212:07,067[A ]| Kings learn to$9$ Reign, and Subjects to$9$ Obey. 212:07,068[A ]| On$4$ this Blest Day let every Voice 212:07,069[A ]| And ~~ 212:08,000@@@@@| 212:08,000[' ]| <'Votum Perenne': Summers, v.373-5> 212:08,001[A ]| Now Janus in$4$ his Office does appear, 212:08,002[A ]| To$9$ close the Last, and to$9$ unfold this Year; 212:08,003[A ]| His dreadful Temple now wide open stands, 212:08,004[A ]| And Europe is Oppressed by$4$ Warring Bands. 212:08,005[A ]| For$4$ You Sir, it is reserved to$9$ quell the Foes, 212:08,006[A ]| And only You those Fatal Doors can close. 212:08,007[A ]| Illustrious Monarch! on$4$ this Solemn Day 212:08,008[A ]| The Humble Tribute of our Hearts we pay. 212:08,009[A ]| Big with our Vows and Prayers, that$3$ Heaven would bless 212:08,010[A ]| Your Person and your Arms with such Success, 212:08,011[A ]| That$3$ every Day your Glory may encrease. 212:08,012[A ]| And never may Sinister Fate oppose, 212:08,013[A ]| Till you have raised your Friends, and humbled all your Foes. 212:08,014[A ]| No$2$ Nation is like$4$ ours securely Blest, 212:08,015[A ]| While all the World is Plagued, we are at Rest. 212:08,016[A ]| This more than Goshen is, the Power Divine 212:08,017[A ]| Has made Two Suns in$4$ our horizon shine: 212:08,018[A ]| A Prince who$6#1$ bravely can abroad orecome, 212:08,019[A ]| While his Fair Queen can wisely Reign at Home. 212:08,020[A ]| Our last Three Years so$5#1$ Marvellous have been, 212:08,021[A ]| The Almighty Power to$4$ Atheists must be seen: 212:08,022[A ]| Since the vast Scene was shifted with such ease, 212:08,023[A ]| Calm was the Land, and Quiet were the Seas, 212:08,024[A ]| And all along the Invasion it was Peace. 212:08,025[A ]| The Sun thus gently gives the Morning birth, 212:08,026[A ]| And with its Fruitful Beams invades the Earth. 212:08,027[A ]| The Neighbouring Isle was not so$5#1$ wise as we, 212:08,028[A ]| That$6#1$ could not taste the Sweets of Liberty, 212:08,029[A ]| But the Event of Bloody War would see. 212:08,030[A ]| You of all Princes like$1$, and need Praise least, 212:08,031[A ]| Yet must it in$4$ your Story be exprest: 212:08,032[A ]| Excuse your Poet who$6#1$ your praise must Write, 212:08,033[A ]| If as Historian he your Deeds recite. 212:08,034[A ]| Who$6#2$ can but with Poetick Heat be warned 212:08,035[A ]| By$4$ your great Wonders at the Boin performed? 212:08,036[A ]| Whose Spirit Kindled up$5$ the Fainting War 212:08,037[A ]| Into a Flame, which$6#1$ spread out wide and far. 212:08,038[A ]| None ever so$5#1$ wisely Led, so$5#1$ bravely Fought: 212:08,039[A ]| By$4$ You thus fired, by$4$ your Example taught, 212:08,040[A ]| Your Leaders since vast Miracles have wrought: 212:08,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ with Amazement the French Generals filled 212:08,042[A ]| Though bold in$4$ Arms, and much in$4$ Conduct skilled: 212:08,043[A ]| Not Art, nor Nature could their Men Secure 212:08,044[A ]| Against such Daring Souls as would no$2$ Bounds endure. 212:08,045[A ]| Inspired by$4$ Your great Cause and Mighty Name, 212:08,046[A ]| They thought no$2$ Price too dear to$9$ pay for$4$ Fame. 212:08,047[A ]| No$2$ Difficulty could your Arms oppose, 212:08,048[A ]| No$2$ Hold was strong enough to$9$ Guard your Foes, 212:08,049[A ]| Not Forts, not Towns, nor Camps more strong than those; 212:08,050[A ]| Not Treacherous Bogs, nor Rapid Floods could serve, 212:08,051[A ]| No$2$ Hills, no$2$ Streightness, Rebels could preserve: 212:08,052[A ]| But everywhere before your Troops they fall, 212:08,053[A ]| So$5#1$ well they Copied out their Great Original. 212:08,054[A ]| What Triumphs had another Scene Adorned, 212:08,055[A ]| But the Grand Lewis had too well been warned; 212:08,056[A ]| And those who$6#1$ felt what you before had done, 212:08,057[A ]| Ingloriously the proffered Combat shun; 212:08,058[A ]| And in$4$ their Coverts closed, the Beasts of Prey 212:08,059[A ]| Stirred not, till the Great Nimrod was away. 212:08,060[A ]| A Foe to$4$ his Face, they never dare Attack, 212:08,061[A ]| But soon grow Furious, if he turns his Back. 212:08,062[A ]| Nor durst their Boasting and Vain-glorious Fleet 212:08,063[A ]| Your Gallant well appointed Navy meet. 212:08,064[A ]| Your Person can not in$4$ each Place appear, 212:08,065[A ]| Where your own Ensigns fly, your Vertue is there. 212:08,066[A ]| Though every Night the Sun his Beams withdraws, 212:08,067[A ]| His Influence yet by$4$ Night does huge Productions cause. 212:08,068[A ]| But loe, the busie and enquiring Muse, 212:08,069[A ]| Did Fates Mysterious Volumes late peruse; 212:08,070[A ]| Those Hidden Rolls which$6#1$ to$4$ the World give Law, 212:08,071[A ]| Where she the Rise, and Fall of Empires saw; 212:08,072[A ]| She in$4$ a vision whispered to$4$ my Ear, 212:08,073[A ]| That$3$ a more Wondrous Scene would yet appear, 212:08,074[A ]| And this should be the most Important Year; 212:08,075[A ]| That$3$ my Great Master was by$4$ Fate designed 212:08,076[A ]| To$9$ Quiet the Disturber of Mankind. 212:08,077[A ]| And Sir, the Happy Time is approaching now, 212:08,078[A ]| When his to$4$ your Superior Fate must bow: 212:08,079[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall Invade him in$4$ his Tenderest part, 212:08,080[A ]| And bend or break his too Imperious Heart: 212:08,081[A ]| His Violence and Rapine bring to$4$ Naught, 212:08,082[A ]| Which$6#1$ have through Europe such Destruction wrought. 212:08,083[A ]| You Sir, shall make those dire Convulsions cease 212:08,084[A ]| And give the Shaken world a firm and glorious Peace. 212:08,085[A ]| Almighty Power make this Prediction true, 212:08,086[A ]| And with Success in$4$ all things prosper You; 212:08,087[A ]| Heaven from the Abundance of its precious Store, 212:08,088[A ]| Such Blessings on$4$ your Royal Temples pour, 212:08,089[A ]| Till you can ask, and that$6#2$ can give no$2$ more. 212:09,000@@@@@| 212:09,000[' ]| 212:09,001[B ]| How full of Beaus this Circle does appear 212:09,002[B ]| Who$6#1$ hate all Camps, and will$1$ not leave us here, 212:09,003[B ]| For$4$ all the Fame of Talbot, Sydney, Vere. 212:09,004[B ]| 'Las a Beau is tender, subject to$9$ catch cold, 212:09,005[B ]| And a rough Camp will$1$ make one look so$5#1$ old; 212:09,006[B ]| The cold so$5#1$ pinch, the heat so$5#1$ tan his Face, 212:09,007[B ]| He never can ogle more with any Grace: 212:09,008[B ]| Poor miserable Beau is quite undone, 212:09,009[B ]| The lustre of his dear Complexion gone; 212:09,010[B ]| Besides Wounds in$4$ the Face, alack! and Woe! 212:09,011[B ]| Some cruel Bullet may cut off a Beau: 212:09,012[B ]| Out on$4$ it, who$6#2$ but a sot would not prefer 212:09,013[B ]| Pulvillio to$4$ Match and Gunpowder? 212:09,014[B ]| Or who$6#2$ would leave, so$5#1$ careless of dear Gut, 212:09,015[B ]| Locket's or Long's, for$4$ a vile Sutler's Hut? 212:09,016[B ]| Or would lie cold in$4$ Tents, or hard in$4$ Trenches, 212:09,017[B ]| Rather than in$4$ warm Beds with pretty Wenches? 212:09,018[B ]| Sweet Sparks do you continue in$4$ good mind, 212:09,019[B ]| Let others follow Drums, stay you behind. 212:09,020[B ]| You profitable Bees yield Wax and Honey, 212:09,021[B ]| To$4$ Poets Matter, and to$4$ Players Money. 212:09,022[B ]| If you, dear Beaus, should have so$5#1$ little Wit, 212:09,023[B ]| For$4$ grinning Honour your Delights to$9$ quit, 212:09,024[B ]| How should we want you inside Box and Pit. 212:09,025[B ]| Spite of old English Magnanimity, 212:09,026[B ]| Be you from Foreign fighting ever free, 212:09,027[B ]| And let us have your sweet Society. 212:09,028[B ]| Discourse at home of Van and Flank and Reer, 212:09,029[B ]| And rout French Monsieurs over a Bottle here, 212:09,030[B ]| But to$4$ the filthy Camp pray come not near.