608:01,000@@@@@| 608:01,000[' ]| 608:02,000[' ]| <'A Lenten Prologue ... 1682': Summers, v.242-4> 608:03,000[' ]| <'The Address of John Dryden': Summers, v.349-52> 608:04,000[' ]| <'A Poem ... by$4$ John Dryden': Summers, v.356-8> 608:05,000[' ]| <'Ode for$4$ Queen Mary's Birthday, 1691': Summers, v.369-70> 608:06,000[' ]| <'Song': Summers, v.383> 608:07,000[' ]| <'Song': Summers, v.384> 608:01,001[A ]| Madam, 608:01,002[A ]| Whilst others study Books, I study you, 608:01,003[A ]| And can by$4$ Experience this affirm for$4$ true, 608:01,004[A ]| Of all your Sex you have the greatest worth 608:01,005[A ]| As ever yet these later times brought forth, 608:01,006[A ]| And I have Studied many, and some such 608:01,007[A ]| As former times could hardly better much, 608:01,008[A ]| Your Soul so$5#1$ Spiritual it doth appear 608:01,009[A ]| Framed for$4$ some Angel of a higher Sphere, 608:01,010[A ]| However it was infused, I know not how, 608:01,011[A ]| Into a mortal Body here below, 608:01,012[A ]| Aspiring restlessly like$4$ Fire and Flame 608:01,013[A ]| To$9$ mount again to$4$ the Sphere from whence it came, 608:01,014[A ]| So$5#1$ nobly active, as it doth by$4$ Truth, 608:01,015[A ]| As by$4$ the World the Macedonian Youth, 608:01,016[A ]| As soon as you have overcome and Conquered one, 608:01,017[A ]| You grieve there are not more to$9$ overcome, 608:01,018[A ]| There being nothing so$5#1$ Sublime and High 608:01,019[A ]| But you can reach in$4$ all Philosophy; 608:01,020[A ]| Not so$5#1$ profound and deep again, but you 608:01,021[A ]| With ease, can dive and penetrate into, 608:01,022[A ]| Your Virtues being so$5#1$ infinite, I find 608:01,023[A ]| When I consider but your Soul and Mind, 608:01,024[A ]| It were easier for$4$ me never to$9$ begin 608:01,025[A ]| Than ever to$9$ give over when once I am in$5$; 608:01,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ whosoever should go about to$9$ tell, 608:01,027[A ]| Might number all the Stars of Heaven as well, 608:01,028[A ]| The blades of Grass upon$4$ Earth's spacious Plain, 608:01,029[A ]| Or Sands the Sea's vast Bosome does contain, 608:01,030[A ]| But as your greatest Beauties have their moles, 608:01,031[A ]| So$3$ some small faults are still in$4$ greatest Souls, 608:01,032[A ]| And I shall tell you, Madam, what they be, 608:01,033[A ]| To$9$ acquit myself of the Crime of Flattery: 608:01,034[A ]| It is an Ambition above mortal state, 608:01,035[A ]| And Mind with Glory never satiate, 608:01,036[A ]| Without which$6#1$ Glory and Ambition 608:01,037[A ]| No$2$ noble Action yet was ever done, 608:01,038[A ]| So$5#1$ avidious and so$5#1$ Covetous of Fame, 608:01,039[A ]| As only for$4$ Eternizing their Name 608:01,040[A ]| They, as the Phoenix life to$4$ his young does give, 608:01,041[A ]| Would be content to$9$ die that$3$ that$6#2$ might live. 608:01,042[A ]| But now I will$1$ tell you what my opinion is 608:01,043[A ]| Of Fame (and pardon if I judge amisse:) 608:01,044[A ]| Fame is but a shadow of great action, 608:01,045[A ]| And but the Eccho of it when we are gone, 608:01,046[A ]| Than whose Trumpet no$2$ Musick is more sweet 608:01,047[A ]| Nor none is alive more pleased with hearing it, 608:01,048[A ]| But I do not know what pleasure I should have, 608:01,049[A ]| When I am dead with Musick at my Grave. 608:02,000[' ]| <'A Lenten Prologue ... 1682': Summers, v.242-4> 608:02,001[A ]| Our Prologue-Wit grows flat, the Nap is worn off; 608:02,002[A ]| And howsoever we turn, and trim the Stuff, 608:02,003[A ]| The Gloss is gone, that$6#1$ looked at first so$5#1$ gaudy; 608:02,004[A ]| It is now no$2$ Jest to$9$ hear young Girls talk Baudy. 608:02,005[A ]| But Plots and Parties give new matter birth, 608:02,006[A ]| And State-Distractions serve you here for$4$ mirth. 608:02,007[A ]| At England's cost Poets now purchase Fame, 608:02,008[A ]| While factious Heats destroy us without Shame, 608:02,009[A ]| These wanton Nero's fiddle to$4$ the Flame. 608:02,010[A ]| The Stage, like$4$ old Rump-Pulpits, is become 608:02,011[A ]| The Scene of News, a furious Party's Drum: 608:02,012[A ]| Here Poets beat their brains for$4$ Volunteers, 608:02,013[A ]| And take fast hold of Asses by$4$ their Ears: 608:02,014[A ]| Their gingling Rhime for$4$ Reason here you swallow; 608:02,015[A ]| Like$4$ Orpheus Musick which$6#1$ makes Beasts to$9$ follow. 608:02,016[A ]| What an enlightning Grace is want of Bread? 608:02,017[A ]| How can it change a Libeller's Heart, and clear a Laureat's Head! 608:02,018[A ]| Open his Eyes till the mad Prophet see 608:02,019[A ]| Plots working in$4$ a future Power to$9$ be. 608:02,020[A ]| Traitors unformed to$4$ his Second sight are clear; 608:02,021[A ]| And Squadrons here, and Squadrons there appear; 608:02,022[A ]| Rebellion is the Burden of the Seer. 608:02,023[A ]| To$4$ Bays in$4$ Vision were of late revealed 608:02,024[A ]| Whigg Armies, that$6#1$ at Knightsbridge lay concealed: 608:02,025[A ]| And though no$2$ mortal Eye could see it before, 608:02,026[A ]| The Battaile was just entring at the Door! 608:02,027[A ]| A dangerous Association ~~ signed by$4$ None! 608:02,028[A ]| The Joyner's Plot to$9$ seize the King alone! 608:02,029[A ]| Stephen with Colledge made his Dire Compact; 608:02,030[A ]| The watchful Irish took them in$4$ the Fact ~~ 608:02,031[A ]| Of riding armed: O Traitorous Overt-Act! 608:02,032[A ]| With each of them an ancient Pistol sided, 608:02,033[A ]| Against the Statute in$4$ that$6#2$ Case provided. 608:02,034[A ]| But why was such a Host of Swearers prest? 608:02,035[A ]| Their Succour was ill Husbandry at best. 608:02,036[A ]| Bayes's crowned Muse by$4$ Sovereign Right of Satyr, 608:02,037[A ]| Without Desert can dubb a Man a Traitor; 608:02,038[A ]| And Tories, without troubling Law or Reason, 608:02,039[A ]| By$4$ loyal Instinct can find Plots and Treason. 608:02,040[A ]| But here is our Comfort: though they never scan 608:02,041[A ]| The Merits of the Cause, but of the Man, 608:02,042[A ]| Our gracious Statesmen vow not to$9$ forsake 608:02,043[A ]| Law ~~ that$6#2$ is made by$4$ Judges whom they make. 608:02,044[A ]| Behind the Curtain, by$4$ Court-Wires, with ease 608:02,045[A ]| They turn those plyant Puppets as they please; 608:02,046[A ]| With frequent Parliaments our hopes they feed, 608:02,047[A ]| Such shall be sure to$9$ meet ~~ but when there is Need; 608:02,048[A ]| When a sick State, and sinking Church call for$4$ them, 608:02,049[A ]| Then it is our Tories most of all abhor them: 608:02,050[A ]| Then Prayer, that$6#2$ Christian Weapon of Defence, 608:02,051[A ]| Gratefull to$4$ Heaven, at Court is an Offence, 608:02,052[A ]| If it dare speak the untampered Nation's Sence. 608:02,053[A ]| Nay, Paper is Tumult, when our Senate's cease, 608:02,054[A ]| And some Mens Names alone can break the Peace; 608:02,055[A ]| Petitioning disturbs the Kingdom's Quiet, 608:02,056[A ]| As choosing honest Sheriffs makes a Ryott. 608:02,057[A ]| To$9$ punish Rascals, and bring France to$4$ Reason, 608:02,058[A ]| Is to$9$ be hot, and press Things out of Season; 608:02,059[A ]| And to$9$ damn Popery, is Irish Treason. 608:02,060[A ]| To$9$ love the King, and Knaves about him hate, 608:02,061[A ]| Is a Fanatick Plot against the State: 608:02,062[A ]| To$9$ Skreen his Person from a Popish Gun, 608:02,063[A ]| Has all the Mischief in$4$ it of Forty*One. 608:02,064[A ]| To$9$ save our Faith, and keep our Freedom's Charter, 608:02,065[A ]| Is once again to$9$ make a royal Martyr. 608:02,066[A ]| This Logick is of Tories deep inditing, 608:02,067[A ]| The very best they have ~~ but Oaths and Fighting. 608:02,068[A ]| Let them then chime it on$5$, if it will$1$ oblige ye. 608:02,069[A ]| And Roger vapour over us in$4$ Effigie. 608:02,070[A ]| Let them in$4$ Ballads give their Folly vent, 608:02,071[A ]| And sing up$5$ Nonsense to$4$ their Hearts content. 608:02,072[A ]| If for$4$ the King (as All is pretended) they 608:02,073[A ]| Do here drink Healths, and curse, sure We may pray; 608:02,074[A ]| Heaven once more keep him then for$4$ Healing Ends, 608:02,075[A ]| Safe from old Foes ~~ but most from his new Friends! 608:02,076[A ]| Such Protestants as propp a Popish Cause, 608:02,077[A ]| And Loyal Men, that$6#1$ break all Bound of Laws! 608:02,078[A ]| Whose Pride is with his Servants Salaries fed, 608:02,079[A ]| And when they have scarce left him a Crust of Bread, 608:02,080[A ]| Their corrupt Fathers Foreigne Steps to$9$ follow, 608:02,081[A ]| Cheat even of Scraps, and that$6#2$ last Sopp would swallow. 608:02,082[A ]| French Fetters may this Isle no$2$ more endure; 608:02,083[A ]| Spite of Rome's Art stand England's Church secure, 608:02,084[A ]| Not from such Brothers as desire to$9$ mend it, 608:02,085[A ]| But false Sons, who$6#1$ designing worse to$9$ rend it, 608:02,086[A ]| With leud Lives and no$2$ Fortunes would defend it. 608:03,000[' ]| <'The Address of John Dryden': Summers, v.349-52> 608:03,001[C ]| In$4$ all the Hosannas, our whole World's applause, 608:03,002[C ]| Illustrious Champion of our Church and Laws, 608:03,003[C ]| Accept, great Nassau, from unworthy me, 608:03,004[C ]| Amongst the adoring Crowd, a bended Knee; 608:03,005[C ]| Nor scruple, Sir, to$9$ hear my Ecchoing Lyre, 608:03,006[C ]| Strung, tuned, and joyned to$4$ the Universal Quire: 608:03,007[C ]| For$3$ my suspected Mouth thy Glories told, 608:03,008[C ]| A known Out-lyer from the English Fold, 608:03,009[C ]| Rome's Votary, the Protestants sworn Foe, 608:03,010[C ]| Rome my Religion half an hour ago; 608:03,011[C ]| My Roman Dagon is by$4$ thy Arm overthrown, 608:03,012[C ]| And now my Prostituted Soul is thy own: 608:03,013[C ]| Thy Glory could convert that$6#2$ Infidel 608:03,014[C ]| That$6#1$ had whole Ages stood immovable. 608:03,015[C ]| No$2$ wonder then thou couldst Affections sway 608:03,016[C ]| In$4$ tender Breasts, like$4$ mine, such plyant Clay, 608:03,017[C ]| As could even bear new moulding every day; 608:03,018[C ]| Nor doubt thy Convert true, I who$6#1$ could raise 608:03,019[C ]| Immortal Trophies, even to$4$ Cromwell's Praise; 608:03,020[C ]| I who$6#1$ my Muses Infant Quill could fledge, 608:03,021[C ]| With high-sung Murder, Treason, Sacriledge. 608:03,022[C ]| A Martyred Monarch and an inslaved Nation, 608:03,023[C ]| A Kingdoms shame the whole Worlds Execration, 608:03,024[C ]| By$4$ me translated even to$4$ a Constellation. 608:03,025[C ]| If thus all this I could unblushing write, 608:03,026[C ]| Fear not that$6#2$ Pen that$6#1$ shall thy Praise indite; 608:03,027[C ]| When High-born Blood my Adoration draws, 608:03,028[C ]| Exalted Glory and unblemished Cause: 608:03,029[C ]| A Theme so$5#1$ all Divine my Muse shall wing, 608:03,030[C ]| What is it for$4$ thee, great Prince, I will$1$ not sing? 608:03,031[C ]| No$2$ Bounds shall stop my Pegasean flight, 608:03,032[C ]| I will$1$ spot my Hind, and make my Panther white. 608:03,033[C ]| Against the Seven proud Hills I will$1$ Muster all 608:03,034[C ]| My Keen Poetick Rage, and Rhime with all 608:03,035[C ]| The Vengeance of a Second Hannibal. 608:03,036[C ]| The Papal Chair by$4$ dint of Verse overturn, 608:03,037[C ]| My Molten Gods, like$4$ Israel's Calf, I will$1$ burn. 608:03,038[C ]| Copes, Crosiers, all the Trumpery of Rome, 608:03,039[C ]| Down to$4$ great Waller's blazing Hecatomb. 608:03,040[C ]| I will$1$ pound my Beads to$4$ Dust, and wear no$2$ more 608:03,041[C ]| Those Pagan Bracelets of the Scarlet Whore. 608:03,042[C ]| But whither am I wrapt! for$3$ oh my Fears! 608:03,043[C ]| I bend beneath the Weight of Sixty years; 608:03,044[C ]| Low runs my Glass, more low my aged Muse, 608:03,045[C ]| And to$4$ my Will$0$, alas! does Power refuse. 608:03,046[C ]| But if, Great prince, my feeble Strength shall fail, 608:03,047[C ]| Thy Theme I will$1$ to$4$ my Successors entail; 608:03,048[C ]| My Heirs the unfinished Subject shall compleat: 608:03,049[C ]| I have a Son, and He, by$4$ all that$6#1$ is Great, 608:03,050[C ]| That$6#2$ very Son (and trust my Oaths, I swore 608:03,051[C ]| As much to$4$ my Great Master James before), 608:03,052[C ]| Shall by$4$ his sire's Example, Rome renounce, 608:03,053[C ]| For$3$ he, young Stripling, yet has turned but once. 608:03,054[C ]| That$6#2$ Oxford Nursling, that$6#2$ sweet hopeful Boy, 608:03,055[C ]| His Father's, and that$6#2$ once Ignatian Joy; 608:03,056[C ]| Designed for$4$ a new Bellarmin Goliah, 608:03,057[C ]| Under the great Gamaliel Obadiah. 608:03,058[C ]| This Youth, Great Sir, shall your Fames Trumpet blow, 608:03,059[C ]| And Soar when my dull Wings shall flag below. 608:03,060[C ]| A Protestant Herculean Column stand 608:03,061[C ]| When I, a poor weak Pillar of the Land, 608:03,062[C ]| Now growing Old, and crumbling into Sand. 608:03,063[C ]| But hark! methinks, I hear the buzzing Crowd 608:03,064[C ]| At my Conversion dare to$9$ Laugh aloud. 608:03,065[C ]| Let censuring Fops, and snarling Envy grin, 608:03,066[C ]| Tickled and pleased with my Camelion Skin. 608:03,067[C ]| No$2$ senseless Fools my true Dimensions scan, 608:03,068[C ]| And know the Lawreat is a Leviathan. 608:03,069[C ]| Now Tiber's Mouth Ebbs low, and on$4$ that$6#2$ Shore, 608:03,070[C ]| My rowling Bulk, alas, can Sport no$2$ more: 608:03,071[C ]| Down the full Tide I scour, to$9$ take a loose 608:03,072[C ]| In$4$ the more swelling surge of Helvert Sluce. 608:03,073[C ]| Let Chattering Daws, and every senseless Widgeon, 608:03,074[C ]| Their Descant pass on$4$ that$6#2$ great Name, Religion. 608:03,075[C ]| Religion, by$4$ true Polititian Rules, 608:03,076[C ]| The Wise man's Strength, and the weak Pride of Fools. 608:03,077[C ]| For$3$ we, who$6#1$ Godliness for$4$ gain, support 608:03,078[C ]| Heavens Votaries for$4$ Candidates at Court, 608:03,079[C ]| Makes our Church walls, our Rampart, Sconce, and Fort. 608:03,080[C ]| Our Masses, Dirges, Vespers, Orisons, 608:03,081[C ]| Our Counterscarps, our Ravelins, and half Moons. 608:03,082[C ]| And now our Ave Mary is put to$4$ the rout, 608:03,083[C ]| And from that$6#2$ Bastion I am beaten out, 608:03,084[C ]| I am but retiring to$4$ a new Redoubt. 608:03,085[C ]| Why should I blush to$9$ turn, when my Defence 608:03,086[C ]| And Plea is so$5#1$ plain? For$3$ if Omnipotence 608:03,087[C ]| Be the highest Attribute that$6#1$ Heaven can boast, 608:03,088[C ]| That$6#2$ is the truest Church, that$6#1$ Heaven resembles most. 608:03,089[C ]| The Tables then are turned; and it is confest 608:03,090[C ]| The Strongest and the Mightiest is the Best. 608:03,091[C ]| In$4$ all my Changes I am on$4$ the Right side, 608:03,092[C ]| And by$4$ the same great Reason justified. 608:03,093[C ]| When the bold Crescent lately attacqued the Cross, 608:03,094[C ]| Resolved the Empire of the World to$9$ engross, 608:03,095[C ]| Had tottering Vienna's Walls but failed, 608:03,096[C ]| And Turkey over Christendom prevailed, 608:03,097[C ]| Long ere this I had crossed the Dardanello, 608:03,098[C ]| And sate the Mighty Mahomet's Hail Fellow, 608:03,099[C ]| Quitting my duller Hopes, the poor Renown 608:03,100[C ]| Of Eaton-College, or a Dublin-Gown, 608:03,101[C ]| And commenced Graduate in$4$ the Great Divan, 608:03,102[C ]| Had reigned a more immortal Musselman. 608:03,103[C ]| No$2$ Art, Pain, Labour, Toil, too much to$9$ assail 608:03,104[C ]| Heavens Towery Battlements. By$4$ Heaven I would sail 608:03,105[C ]| Through all Religions, Church over Churches mounted, 608:03,106[C ]| More than the Rounds that$6#1$ Jacob's Ladder counted. 608:03,107[C ]| Has this stupendious Revolution past 608:03,108[C ]| A Change so$5#1$ quick, and I not turn as fast? 608:03,109[C ]| Let bogling Conscience shock the squeamish fool, 608:03,110[C ]| Poor crazy Animals, whose Stomachs pule. 608:03,111[C ]| Shall scrupulous Test disgust their Paschal stickle, 608:03,112[C ]| Whether true dressed, in$4$ Souse, in$4$ Broth, or Pickle? 608:03,113[C ]| If Muscadine runs low, I am not so$5#1$ dull, 608:03,114[C ]| But I can pledge Salvation in$4$ Lambs-Wool: 608:03,115[C ]| And if Salvation to$4$ One Church is bound, 608:03,116[C ]| So$5#1$ much the rather would I change all round. 608:03,117[C ]| Change then can be no$2$ fault; a whole Life long 608:03,118[C ]| Kept in$4$ One Church, may always be in$4$ the wrong: 608:03,119[C ]| But there where Conscience circles in$4$ her flight, 608:03,120[C ]| He who$6#1$ is of all Sides, must be once in$4$ the right. 608:04,000[' ]| <'A Poem ... by$4$ John Dryden': Summers, v.356-8> 608:04,001[C ]| Sweet as short Slumber to$4$ a troubled Mind, 608:04,002[C ]| Long pressed with Cares, and now to$4$ rest inclined, 608:04,003[C ]| Has been the little Requiem of thy Reign 608:04,004[C ]| To$4$ wretched Britain's poor Distempered Brain: 608:04,005[C ]| By$4$ Fits and Starts, we wake; but, when the Fright 608:04,006[C ]| Is over, again we close our wearyed Sight, 608:04,007[C ]| Hoping, that$3$ the Blessed Hand that$6#1$ gave us ease, 608:04,008[C ]| Will$1$ hinder a return of the Disease. 608:04,009[C ]| Our Kings of late, as if the Father swore 608:04,010[C ]| The Son to$9$ Plague us to$4$ his utmost Power, 608:04,011[C ]| Out-doing each his Predecessor's Hate, 608:04,012[C ]| Instead of Ruling, have destroyed the State: 608:04,013[C ]| But when the last Usurped the Royal Throne, 608:04,014[C ]| (Justly excluded for$4$ Religion) 608:04,015[C ]| As much he did their Crimes surpass, and more, 608:04,016[C ]| Than they the worst of theirs that$6#1$ went before. 608:04,017[C ]| No$2$ Arts, no$2$ Tricks, that$6#1$ Statesmen could devise, 608:04,018[C ]| Or Priests find out to$9$ try to$9$ Sacrifice 608:04,019[C ]| Our Lives, Religion, Laws, and Properties, 608:04,020[C ]| But what he set on$4$ Foot: Nay, more, he thought 608:04,021[C ]| Himself, how our Destruction might be wrought; 608:04,022[C ]| Borrowed some hours from Luxury and Ease, 608:04,023[C ]| To$9$ add unto the Nations Grievances. 608:04,024[C ]| So$5#1$ opposite to$4$ all that$6#1$ looked like$4$ Good, 608:04,025[C ]| So$5#1$ prone to$4$ Vengeance, and Allyed to$4$ Blood; 608:04,026[C ]| That$3$ all the little Comfort that$6#1$ survived, 608:04,027[C ]| Was, that$3$ our Woes were to$4$ a height arrived. 608:04,028[C ]| The Hag of Syracuse, who$6#1$ used to$9$ Pray, 608:04,029[C ]| When other's Damned the Haughty Tyrant's Sway, 608:04,030[C ]| Lest, when he dyed, a greater Scourge than he, 608:04,031[C ]| Should be advanced to$4$ the Supremacy; 608:04,032[C ]| Had she been here, might have withdrawn her Curse; 608:04,033[C ]| For$3$ Heaven than James, could not ordain a worse. 608:04,034[C ]| But as when Vice is to$4$ the highest grown, 608:04,035[C ]| Virtue succeeds, and reassumes her Throne: 608:04,036[C ]| So$3$ you, by$4$ your Succession to$4$ the Sway 608:04,037[C ]| Of these Three Kingdoms, bring again that$6#2$ Day, 608:04,038[C ]| Which$6#1$, since her Death, whose Fame shall never Die, 608:04,039[C ]| Has been overcast with a dark lowering Skie; 608:04,040[C ]| And, by$4$ one Act, releived the Nation more 608:04,041[C ]| Than all their Malice could depress before. 608:04,042[C ]| So$3$ the blessed Aegypt's River, when he spreads 608:04,043[C ]| His Liquid Bosom over his Neighbouring Meads; 608:04,044[C ]| What seven years Sun strove to$9$ dry up$5$ in$4$ vain; 608:04,045[C ]| He renders Fruitful by$4$ his Waves again. 608:04,046[C ]| Born of a Race, who$6#1$ in$4$ all Ages stood, 608:04,047[C ]| The only Champions of the Publick Good; 608:04,048[C ]| And Bred, where no$2$ such thing as Wrong was known, 608:04,049[C ]| But each Man freely may enjoy his own: 608:04,050[C ]| What may we not expect, if under thy 608:04,051[C ]| Command, we once more English Valour try, 608:04,052[C ]| And our old Claims renew again? We may 608:04,053[C ]| Visit those Realms, where our Fore-fathers lay, 608:04,054[C ]| Many a long Night, and bore the Royal SWay. 608:04,055[C ]| But, ere we to$4$ a Foreign War advance 608:04,056[C ]| Our Arms, or think but of regaining France, 608:04,057[C ]| A nearer Nation claims thy Pious Aid, 608:04,058[C ]| To$9$ free her from the same impending Dread, 608:04,059[C ]| Which$6#1$ late over England hung: But England grows 608:04,060[C ]| Unmindful of her Suffering Neighbours Woes, 608:04,061[C ]| Now she herself is free; poor Ireland 608:04,062[C ]| Stands trembling underneath a Tyrant's Hand, 608:04,063[C ]| Waiting each Moment for$4$ the fatal Word, 608:04,064[C ]| Till rescued from it by$4$ her Lawful Lord. 608:04,065[C ]| Now, what return for$4$ all these kindnesses, 608:04,066[C ]| For$4$ slighting of the Dangers of the Seas, 608:04,067[C ]| And leaving thy own Country; to$9$ restore 608:04,068[C ]| Freedom to$4$ those whose Lives were given over? 608:04,069[C ]| A Crown thou hast; but that$6#2$ is a small Reward, 608:04,070[C ]| If to$4$ the Merits of thy Deeds compared, 608:04,071[C ]| Or with our Dangers weighed. May she, who$6#1$ shares 608:04,072[C ]| Not only in$4$ thy Pleasures, but thy Cares, 608:04,073[C ]| And by$4$ dividing the Imperial weight, 608:04,074[C ]| A numerous, and a happy Progeny, 608:04,075[C ]| By$4$ Heavens Divine Permission, bear to$4$ thee 608:04,076[C ]| Renders the Burden of a Crown more light, 608:04,077[C ]| Who$6#1$ may the Scepter of these Nations Sway, 608:04,078[C ]| Till they and Monarchy at once decay: 608:04,079[C ]| So$3$ Beggars, when some Charitable Man 608:04,080[C ]| Throws more, than even their Exigency can 608:04,081[C ]| Or does require, amazed at what they have, 608:04,082[C ]| Wish Heaven, and all its Toyes, to$4$ him that$6#1$ gave. 608:05,000[' ]| <'Ode for$4$ Queen Mary's Birthday, 1691': Summers, v.369-70> 608:05,001[A ]| Welcome, welcome, glorious Morn, 608:05,002[A ]| Nature smiles at they return. 608:05,003[A ]| At thy return the joyful Earth 608:05,004[A ]| Renews the Blessings of Maria's Birth. 608:05,005[A ]| The busy Sun prolongs his Race 608:05,006[A ]| The youthful year his earliest Tribute pays 608:05,007[A ]| And Frosts forsake his head and Tears his face. 608:05,008[A ]| Welcome, welcome, glorious Morn, 608:05,009[A ]| Nature smiles at they return, 608:05,010[A ]| For$3$ Nature's richest Pride with thee was born. 608:05,011[A ]| Welcome as when three happy Kingdoms strove 608:05,012[A ]| In$4$ glad confusion to$9$ express their Love, 608:05,013[A ]| When every heart did every tongue employ 608:05,014[A ]| To$9$ speak its share of Public Joy, 608:05,015[A ]| And great Maria's Birth proclaim 608:05,016[A ]| The noblest Theme, the loudest song of Fame. 608:05,017[A ]| The mighty Goddess of this wealthy Isle 608:05,018[A ]| Raised her glad head, and with an awfull smile 608:05,019[A ]| She looked, whilst thousand Cupids hovered round 608:05,020[A ]| And thousand Graces the fair Infant crowned. 608:05,021[A ]| Full of Wonder and Delight 608:05,022[A ]| She saw and blessed the noble sight. 608:05,023[A ]| And lo! a sacred Fury swelled her Breast, 608:05,024[A ]| And the whole God her labouring Soul possest. 608:05,025[A ]| To$4$ lofty strains her tunefull Lyre she strung 608:05,026[A ]| And thus the Goddess played and thus she sung. 608:05,027[B ]| My Prayers are heard, Heaven has at last bestowed 608:05,028[B ]| The mighty blessings which$6#1$ it long has owed, 608:05,029[B ]| At length the bounteous Gods have sent us down 608:05,030[B ]| A Brightness second only to$4$ their own. 608:05,031[B ]| I see the round years successively move 608:05,032[B ]| To$9$ ripen her Beauties and crown them with Love; 608:05,033[B ]| A Hero renowned in$4$ Virtues and Arms 608:05,034[B ]| Shall wear the soft Chain and submit to$4$ her Charms, 608:05,035[B ]| And Hymen and Hebe shall make it their Care 608:05,036[B ]| To$9$ pour all their Joys on$4$ the Valiant and Fair. 608:05,037[B ]| Then, then, our sad Albion shall suffer no$2$ more, 608:05,038[B ]| She shall fly to$4$ his Aid and be freed by$4$ his Power, 608:05,039[B ]| And date all her Blessings from this happy hour. 608:05,040[B ]| He to$4$ the Field by$4$ Honour called shall go 608:05,041[B ]| And dangers he shall know and wonders he shall do. 608:05,042[B ]| The God of Arms his Godlike Son shall bless 608:05,043[B ]| And crown his Fleet and Armies with success. 608:05,044[B ]| Whilst undisturbed his happy Consort reigns 608:05,045[B ]| And wisely rules the Kingdoms he maintains. 608:05,046[B ]| Britain at last shall see her peace restored 608:05,047[B ]| And pay new Vows for$4$ her returning Lord: 608:05,048[B ]| Maria then shall all her Cares unbend 608:05,049[B ]| And she shall still adorn and he defend. 608:05,050[B ]| Sound, all ye Spheres; confirm the Omen, Heaven, 608:05,051[B ]| And long preserve the blessings thou hast given. 608:06,000[' ]| <'Song': Summers, v.383> 608:06,001[A ]| Bright was the morning cool the Air 608:06,002[A ]| Sereen was all the Sky 608:06,003[A ]| When on$4$ the waves I left my fair 608:06,004[A ]| The Center of all my Joy 608:06,005[A ]| Heaven and Nature smiling wear 608:06,006[A ]| And nothing sad but I 608:06,007[A ]| Each rosey feild its oder spread 608:06,008[A ]| All fragrent was the Shore 608:06,009[A ]| Each riuer God rose from his bed 608:06,010[A ]| And sight and owned her power 608:06,011[A ]| Curling their waues they deckt their head 608:06,012[A ]| As proud of what they bore 608:06,013[A ]| Glide on$5$ ye watters bear these lines 608:06,014[A ]| And tell her how I am opprest 608:06,015[A ]| Bear all my sighs ye gentle winds 608:06,016[A ]| And waft them to$4$ her breast 608:06,017[A ]| Tell her if ere she prove unkind 608:06,018[A ]| I never shall have rest. 608:07,000[' ]| <'Song': Summers, v.384> 608:07,001[A ]| Fools for$4$ themselves will$1$ Treasure prize 608:07,002[A ]| Some dazling greatness blinds 608:07,003[A ]| Beauty alone can charm our eyes 608:07,004[A ]| And love delight our minds 608:07,005[A ]| What is the use of wealth or power 608:07,006[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ we men subdue 608:07,007[A ]| If not in$4$ order to$9$ gain more 608:07,008[A ]| To$9$ vanquish women too 608:07,009[A ]| Beauty is the sum of all delights 608:07,010[A ]| Without love life were vain 608:07,011[A ]| The Ambitious toyle, the valient fight 608:07,012[A ]| For$4$ this for$4$ this Kings reign 608:07,013[A ]| Whoever on$4$ these fix their desires 608:07,014[A ]| Go right in$4$ Naturs way 608:07,015[A ]| All others are but wandering fires 608:07,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ lead mankind astray