607:01,000@@@@@| 607:01,000[' ]| <'Elegy upon$4$ the ... Dutchess of New-Castle': Summers, v.235-7.> 607:02,000[' ]| 607:03,000[' ]| <'To$4$ ... Pietro Reggio': Summers, v.239-41> 607:04,000[' ]| <'Congratulatory Poem to$4$ ... Queen Mary': Summers, v.343-4> 607:05,000[' ]| <'Ode on Anniversary of Queen's Birth': Summers, v.345-6> 607:06,000[' ]| <'Ode to the King on his Return from Ireland': Summers, v.359-61> 607:07,000[' ]| <'Ode on the King's Birth-Day': Summers, v.365-6> 607:08,000[' ]| <'Votum Perenne': Summers, v.373-5> 607:09,000[' ]| 607:01,001[A ]| Henceforth be Dumb, ye Oracles of Wit; 607:01,002[A ]| Ye humbly must to$4$ Fate submit: 607:01,003[A ]| How soon must ye decline! How low must fall! 607:01,004[A ]| Since She is gone who$6#1$ did Inspire ye all? 607:01,005[A ]| Her Books are the best Patterns for$4$ the Pen, 607:01,006[A ]| Her Person was the best of Subjects too; 607:01,007[A ]| In$4$ Wit and Sense She did excel all Men; 607:01,008[A ]| And all her Sex in$4$ Virtue did outgoe. 607:01,009[A ]| Though Grief affords some Eloquence, 607:01,010[A ]| Henceforth expect but little Sense; 607:01,011[A ]| For$3$, since she is gone, all we can do 607:01,012[A ]| Will$1$ but the Pangs of Dying-Writers show. 607:01,013[A ]| When the bright Ruler of the Day 607:01,014[A ]| The Horizon of his Presence has bereft 607:01,015[A ]| Some feeble streaks of Light are left, 607:01,016[A ]| Yet darkness soon must come, and all that$6#2$ light decay. 607:01,017[A ]| Our Sun is forever set, we have no$2$ hope 607:01,018[A ]| Of this as of the other Sun's return: 607:01,019[A ]| We all in$4$ Darkness must forever grope, 607:01,020[A ]| And we for*ever must in$4$ Tears her absence mourn. 607:01,021[A ]| Philosophers must wander in$4$ the dark; 607:01,022[A ]| Now they of Truth can find no$2$ certain mark; 607:01,023[A ]| Since She their surest Guide is gone away, 607:01,024[A ]| They can not chuse but miserably stray. 607:01,025[A ]| All did depend on$4$ Her, but She on$4$ none, 607:01,026[A ]| For$3$ her Philosophy was all her own. 607:01,027[A ]| She never did to$4$ the poor Refuge fly 607:01,028[A ]| Of Occult Quality or Sympathy. 607:01,029[A ]| She could a Reason for$4$ each Cause present, 607:01,030[A ]| Not trusting wholy to$4$ Experiment, 607:01,031[A ]| No$2$ Principles from others she purloyned, 607:01,032[A ]| But wisely Practice she with Speculation joyned. 607:01,033[A ]| None was more good, and once none was more fair: 607:01,034[A ]| She was not as most of her frail Sex are; 607:01,035[A ]| Who$6#1$ have Fruitful Wombs but Baren Brains, 607:01,036[A ]| She left the best Remains: 607:01,037[A ]| Though we no$2$ Issue of her Body find 607:01,038[A ]| Yet she hath left behind 607:01,039[A ]| The Nobler Issue of her mighty Mind; 607:01,040[A ]| Learning she needed not, nor yet despised: 607:01,041[A ]| Though from herself all Arts she knew; 607:01,042[A ]| The truly Learned she nobly Patronized, 607:01,043[A ]| And every Artist, she encouraged too. 607:01,044[A ]| Let all her sex fashion by$4$ her their Lives: 607:01,045[A ]| She was the best of Women, best of Wives, 607:01,046[A ]| To$4$ her lord She was warme and loving as the Spring, 607:01,047[A ]| But to$4$ all others cold as Winters Ice, 607:01,048[A ]| Her sight on$4$ all a shivering awe did bring, 607:01,049[A ]| And nipt, at first, all vain attempts of Vice; 607:01,050[A ]| But though in$4$ Love she bore a Noble pride. 607:01,051[A ]| She to$4$ each Skilful man of Art 607:01,052[A ]| Her Conversation freely doth impart, 607:01,053[A ]| And to$4$ all others civil was beside. 607:01,054[A ]| But we by$4$ praising thus provoke our Grief 607:01,055[A ]| Which$6#1$ never can expect Relief, 607:01,056[A ]| Nor can the most luxurious Praise 607:01,057[A ]| (Though penned with Art that$6#1$ might deserve the Bayes.) 607:01,058[A ]| Nor all which$6#1$ we can think afford 607:01,059[A ]| Ease to$4$ her much lamenting Lord: 607:01,060[A ]| Whose loss does now by$4$ far outvye 607:01,061[A ]| All he yet ever sustained 607:01,062[A ]| Yet he once lost much more for$4$ Loyalty 607:01,063[A ]| Than any Subject, and much less has gained; 607:01,064[A ]| This noble half she left behind 607:01,065[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ her much lamented death must find 607:01,066[A ]| Too great a Trial for$4$ the greatest Mind. 607:01,067[A ]| Oh what Expedient can there be 607:01,068[A ]| Found to$9$ support his Magnanimity! 607:01,069[A ]| The best of Husbands, and the noblest Peer; 607:01,070[A ]| The best of Generals, best of Subjects too, 607:01,071[A ]| Whose Arts in$4$ Peace as well as War appear: 607:01,072[A ]| He knows how to$9$ advise, and how to$9$ do; 607:01,073[A ]| His Prudence and his Courage might uphold 607:01,074[A ]| The most decayed and crippled State, 607:01,075[A ]| And rescue it from the Jawes of Fate: 607:01,076[A ]| His Body may, but Mind, can never be old; 607:01,077[A ]| Him she has left, and from our sight is hurled 607:01,078[A ]| And Gloriously shines in$4$ the true Blazing World. 607:02,000@@@@@| 607:02,000[' ]| 607:02,001[B ]| Oh! How severe is our poor Poets Fate! 607:02,002[B ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ this barren Trade begins so$5#1$ late. 607:02,003[B ]| True Wit is no$2$ longer currant, it is cryed down, 607:02,004[B ]| And all your half-wits into Knavery grown. 607:02,005[B ]| Those who$6#1$ once loved the Stage, are now in$4$ years, 607:02,006[B ]| And leave good Poets for$4$ dull Pamphleteers; 607:02,007[B ]| Nay, for$4$ the worst of Rascals, Libellers. 607:02,008[B ]| In$4$ none of these will$1$ the young Sparks delight, 607:02,009[B ]| They never read, and scorn all those that$6#1$ write. 607:02,010[B ]| They only come the Boxes to$9$ survey, 607:02,011[B ]| Laugh, roar, and bawl, but never hear the Play. 607:02,012[B ]| In$4$ Monkey's tricks they pass the time away, 607:02,013[B ]| At least, the Poet hopes, they have done to*day. 607:02,014[B ]| The Graver sort, he is sure, have so$5#1$ much Sense, 607:02,015[B ]| That$3$ they will$1$ never damn him for$4$ his first Offence. 607:02,016[B ]| He may take warning, and fling off this Itch, 607:02,017[B ]| That$6#1$ does poor Poets Hearts so$5#1$ much bewitch, 607:02,018[B ]| And, in$4$ a duller way, drudge and grow rich. 607:02,019[B ]| Ye have no$2$ hardened Malefactor here; 607:02,020[B ]| He never before did at this Bar appear. 607:02,021[B ]| If he should suffer, the first time he is in$5$, 607:02,022[B ]| It were hard, as for$4$ a Girl, fresh, at sixteen, 607:02,023[B ]| To$9$ meet, at the first Venture, the mishap 607:02,024[B ]| To$9$ lose her Maidenhead, and get a Clap. 607:03,000@@@@@| 607:03,000[' ]| <'To$4$ ... Pietro Reggio': Summers, v.239-41> 607:03,001[A ]| If I could write with a Poetick fire 607:03,002[A ]| Equal to$4$ thine in$4$ MUSICK, I would admire, 607:03,003[A ]| And Praise Thee fully: Now my Verse will$1$ be 607:03,004[A ]| Short of thy Merit, as I short of Thee. 607:03,005[A ]| But I by$4$ this advantage shall receive, 607:03,006[A ]| Though to$4$ my Numbers I no$2$ Life can give, 607:03,007[A ]| Yet they by$4$ thy more lasting Skill shall live. 607:03,008[A ]| Thou canst alone preserve my perishing Fame, 607:03,009[A ]| By$4$ joyning Mine with Thy Immortal Name. 607:03,010[A ]| Heroes and Conquerours by$4$ Poets live; 607:03,011[A ]| Poets, from Men like$4$ Thee, must Life receive: 607:03,012[A ]| Like$4$ Thee! where such a Genius shall we find, 607:03,013[A ]| So$5#1$ Quick, so$5#1$ Strong, so$5#1$ Subtile, so$5#1$ Refined, 607:03,014[A ]| Amongst all the bold Attempters of thy Kind? 607:03,015[A ]| Till I such MUSICK hear, such Art can see, 607:03,016[A ]| I never shall think that$3$ thou canst equalled be. 607:03,017[A ]| My only doubt is now, which$6#1$ does excell, 607:03,018[A ]| Or thy Composing, or Performing well; 607:03,019[A ]| And, Thou art in$4$ both, so$5#1$ exquisitly Rare, 607:03,020[A ]| We Thee alone can with thyself compare. 607:03,021[A ]| Thou dost alike, excell in$4$ every Strain, 607:03,022[A ]| And never failest to$9$ hit the Poet's Vein. 607:03,023[A ]| The Author's sense by$4$ Thee is never perplext, 607:03,024[A ]| Thy MUSICK is a Comment on$4$ his Text. 607:03,025[A ]| Thou Nobly dost not only give what is due 607:03,026[A ]| To$4$ every Verse, but dost Improve it too. 607:03,027[A ]| Poetick Gems are rough within the Mine, 607:03,028[A ]| But Polisht by$4$ thy Art, with Lustre shine; 607:03,029[A ]| Even COWLEY's Spirit is advanced by$4$ thine. 607:03,030[A ]| Good English Artists, (to$4$ their Judgements true,) 607:03,031[A ]| Admire thy Works, and will$1$ respect thee too; 607:03,032[A ]| Thy Worth, and Skill, great Jenkins loved, and knew; 607:03,033[A ]| The Worthiest Master of my Youthful days, 607:03,034[A ]| Whom Thou so$5#1$ justly honourest with thy Praise. 607:03,035[A ]| But the Pretenders of this Quacking Age, 607:03,036[A ]| Who$6#1$, (with their Ditties,) plague the Town and Stage; 607:03,037[A ]| If their dull Notes will$1$ but the Numbers fit, 607:03,038[A ]| Never mind the Poet's Spirit, or his Wit; 607:03,039[A ]| But think All is done, if it be true by$4$ Rule, 607:03,040[A ]| Though one may write true Grammar like$4$ a Fool: 607:03,041[A ]| Still in$4$ their Beaten Road, they troll along, 607:03,042[A ]| And make alike the sad and cheerful Song: 607:03,043[A ]| The Pastoral, and the War-like are the same; 607:03,044[A ]| The Dirge, and Triumph, differ but in$4$ Name. 607:03,045[A ]| Such their Performance is: Nay, not so$5#1$ good; 607:03,046[A ]| A Funeral Song they Chaunt with cheerful Mood, 607:03,047[A ]| And Sigh and Languish in$4$ a Drunken Ode. 607:03,048[A ]| In$4$ Martial ones they are soft, in$4$ Amorous, rough; 607:03,049[A ]| And never think they Shake and Grace enough. 607:03,050[A ]| Each Shake and Grace so$5#1$ harshly too, they express, 607:03,051[A ]| A Horse's Neighing does not please me less. 607:03,052[A ]| We can not call this Singing, but a Noise; 607:03,053[A ]| Not Gracing, but a Jogging of the Voice: 607:03,054[A ]| And this is in$4$ such narrow Compass too, 607:03,055[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ one Song we hear all they can do: 607:03,056[A ]| These, who$6#1$ behind thy back dare rail at thee, 607:03,057[A ]| Would, (if they knew Themselves) thy Scholars be. 607:03,058[A ]| But they against thy Harmony are Armed, 607:03,059[A ]| They are duller Beasts than any Orpheus charmed. 607:03,060[A ]| In$4$ thy Invention, and thy Singing too, 607:03,061[A ]| Thy Fancy is ever Various, ever New. 607:03,062[A ]| Thou to$4$ each Temper canst the Heart engage, 607:03,063[A ]| To$4$ Grief canst soften, and inflame to$4$ Rage. 607:03,064[A ]| With Horrour fright, with Love canst make us burn, 607:03,065[A ]| Make us Rejoyce one Moment, and next Mourn, 607:03,066[A ]| And canst the Mind to$4$ every Passion turn. 607:03,067[A ]| And to$4$ each Grace and Cadence, thy great Art, 607:03,068[A ]| Such soft Harmonious Sweetness does impart, 607:03,069[A ]| With gentle Violence thou dost storm a Heart. 607:03,070[A ]| How oft dost thou my Anxious Cares destroy, 607:03,071[A ]| And make me want, or wish no$2$ other Joy! 607:03,072[A ]| For$3$ when thy Ayres, performed by$4$ Thee, I hear, 607:03,073[A ]| No$2$ Wealth I envy, and no$2$ Power, I fear; 607:03,074[A ]| Nor Misery, nor Death I apprehend, 607:03,075[A ]| For$4$ Fame nor Liberty can I contend, 607:03,076[A ]| When I am Charmed by$4$ Thee, my Excellent Friend. 607:03,077[A ]| And thou art so$5#2$; and every Qualitie 607:03,078[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ a Friend is required, does shine in$4$ Thee. 607:03,079[A ]| Thou hast read much, and canst Philosophise, 607:03,080[A ]| Quick in$4$ thy Reason, Fancy-full, yet Wise, 607:03,081[A ]| Honest and Kind art, Gentle, and yet Brave, 607:03,082[A ]| Modest, not Bashful; Humble, yet no$2$ Slave: 607:03,083[A ]| In$4$ your own Language You are a Poet, too, 607:03,084[A ]| So$5#1$ good, I wish that$3$ Ours as well you knew, 607:03,085[A ]| Though I should blush at what You then would do: 607:03,086[A ]| Yet the English Tongue so$5#1$ well thou canst command, 607:03,087[A ]| Great COWLEY's Virtues thou dost understand. 607:03,088[A ]| Thou on$4$ each Excellence of His canst hit, 607:03,089[A ]| On$4$ every Master-stroak of his Unbounded Wit. 607:03,090[A ]| And which$6#1$ yet makes me Love, and Praise thee more, 607:03,091[A ]| Thou above All, dost his Illustrious Name adore. 607:03,092[A ]| But to$4$ thy Praise I now must put an end, 607:03,093[A ]| It is using of Self-Interest with my Friend, 607:03,094[A ]| For$3$ whoever Praises Thee, does then Himself commend. 607:04,000@@@@@| 607:04,000[' ]| <'Congratulatory Poem to$4$ ... Queen Mary': Summers, v.343-4> 607:04,001[A ]| Immured with Rocks of Ice, no$2$ Wretches left 607:04,002[A ]| Hopeless of Life, of Heat and Light bereft, 607:04,003[A ]| Under the Influence of the rugged Bear, 607:04,004[A ]| Where but one Day and Night in$4$ all the Year, 607:04,005[A ]| With never so$5#1$ much transporting Joy could meet 607:04,006[A ]| The dawning Day, as Your Approach we greet. 607:04,007[A ]| Your Beams revived us from the Belgian Shore, 607:04,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ now our long-loved Princess does restore: 607:04,009[A ]| What could make us so$5#1$ rich? Or them so$5#1$ poor? 607:04,010[A ]| The World nought equal to$4$ our Joy can find, 607:04,011[A ]| But the despairing Grief you left behind. 607:04,012[A ]| We from the Mighty States have now gained more 607:04,013[A ]| Than by$4$ our Aid they ever got before, 607:04,014[A ]| When the great Vere's and Sidney's won such Fame, 607:04,015[A ]| That$3$ each of them immortalized his Name. 607:04,016[A ]| Not Alva's Rage would have distressed them so$5#1$, 607:04,017[A ]| As, Madam, we have done, recalling You. 607:04,018[A ]| Our adored Princess to$4$ Batavians lent, 607:04,019[A ]| Is home to$4$ us with mighty Interest sent: 607:04,020[A ]| For$3$ we, with Her, have won the Great Nassau, 607:04,021[A ]| Whose Sword shall keep the Papal World in$4$ awe. 607:04,022[A ]| She comes, she comes, the Fair, the Good, the Wise, 607:04,023[A ]| With loudest Acclamations rend the Skies; 607:04,024[A ]| Rock all the Steeples, kindle every Street, 607:04,025[A ]| Thunder ye Cannons from each Fort and Fleet. 607:04,026[A ]| To$4$ all the neighbouring Lands sound out your Joys, 607:04,027[A ]| And let France shake at the triumphant Noise. 607:04,028[A ]| Blessed be the rising Waves, the murmuring Gales, 607:04,029[A ]| Sustained the mighty Cargo, swelled the Sayls. 607:04,030[A ]| Blessed be the Vessel, as that$6#2$ was which$6#1$ bore 607:04,031[A ]| The Sacred Remnant, when there was no$2$ Shore. 607:04,032[A ]| Not the returning Dove they welcomed so$5#1$, 607:04,033[A ]| As we our MARY, who$6#1$ brings Olive too; 607:04,034[A ]| That$6#2$ only promised Safety to$4$ their Lives, 607:04,035[A ]| This our lost Peace and Liberty revives. 607:04,036[A ]| Blessed, blessed be his Invasion, which$6#1$ made way 607:04,037[A ]| For$4$ this most happy and illustrious Day. 607:04,038[A ]| So$5#1$ brave an Action, so$5#1$ renowned a Name, 607:04,039[A ]| Was never yet written in$4$ the Book of Fame. 607:04,040[A ]| Let Parasites call Princes Wise, and Brave, 607:04,041[A ]| Who$6#1$ bear inglorious Arms, but to$9$ inslave. 607:04,042[A ]| Our Prince will$1$ break those Chains wherewith they bind: 607:04,043[A ]| It is his true Glory to$9$ enlarge Mankind. 607:04,044[A ]| In$4$ any Land you would Dominion gain; 607:04,045[A ]| And Madam, in$4$ each Common-wealth would Reign. 607:04,046[A ]| Wherever your God-like Prince from us should go, 607:04,047[A ]| They would, like$4$ us, submit without a Blow. 607:04,048[A ]| In$4$ his short Sway more Wisdom He has shown, 607:04,049[A ]| Than here before in$4$ Ages has been known. 607:04,050[A ]| The Name of King adds nothing to$4$ his Fame, 607:04,051[A ]| But his great Vertues dignifie that$6#2$ Name. 607:04,052[A ]| What Land can boast of such a matchless Pair, 607:04,053[A ]| Like$4$ Him so$5#1$ wise, so$5#1$ brave; like$4$ You, so$5#1$ wise, so$5#1$ fair? 607:04,054[A ]| Wherever so$5#1$ many sacred Virtues joyn, 607:04,055[A ]| They to$4$ a Scepter shew a Right Divine. 607:04,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ are approved so$5#1$ Valiant, Wise and Just, 607:04,057[A ]| Have the best Titles to$4$ the highest Trust. 607:04,058[A ]| Though from the Loins of greatest Kings derived, 607:04,059[A ]| That$6#2$ title is not so$5#1$ strong, nor so$5#1$ long-lived; 607:04,060[A ]| For$3$ Princes more of solid Glory gain, 607:04,061[A ]| Who$6#1$ are thought fit, than who$6#1$ are born to$9$ Reign. 607:05,000@@@@@| 607:05,000[' ]| <'Ode on Anniversary of Queen's Birth': Summers, v.345-6> 607:05,001[A ]| Now does the glorious Day appear 607:05,002[A ]| The mightiest Day of all the Year, 607:05,003[A ]| Not anyone such Joy could bring, 607:05,004[A ]| Not that$6#2$ which$6#1$ ushers in$4$ the Spring. 607:05,005[A ]| That$6#1$ of ensuing Plenty hopes does give, 607:05,006[A ]| This did the hope of Liberty retrieve; 607:05,007[A ]| This does our Fertile Isle with Glory Crown, 607:05,008[A ]| And all the Fruits it yields we now can call our own. 607:05,009[A ]| On$4$ this blest day was our Restorer born, 607:05,010[A ]| Farr above all let this the Kalendar Adorn. 607:05,011[A ]| Now, now with our united Voice 607:05,012[A ]| Let us aloud proclaim our Joys; 607:05,013[A ]| To$4$ Triumph let us sing 607:05,014[A ]| And make Heavens mighty concave ring. 607:05,015[A ]| It was a work of full as great a weight, 607:05,016[A ]| And require the self-same Power, 607:05,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ did frail Humane kind Create, 607:05,018[A ]| When they were lost them to$9$ restore; 607:05,019[A ]| For$4$ a like$2$ Act, Fate gave our Princes Birth, 607:05,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ adding to$4$ the Saints, made Joy in$4$ Heaven, 607:05,021[A ]| As well as Triumphs upon$4$ Earth, 607:05,022[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ so$5#1$ great, so$5#1$ good a Queen was given. 607:05,023[A ]| By$4$ beauteous softness mixt with Majesty, 607:05,024[A ]| An Empire over every Heart she gains 607:05,025[A ]| And from her awful Power none could be free, 607:05,026[A ]| She with such Sweetness and such Justice Reigns: 607:05,027[A ]| Her Hero too, whose Conduct and whose Arms 607:05,028[A ]| The trembling Papal World their Force must yield. 607:05,029[A ]| Must bend himself to$4$ her victorious Charms, 607:05,030[A ]| And give up$5$ all the Trophies of each Field 607:05,031[A ]| Our dear Religion, with our Laws defence, 607:05,032[A ]| To$4$ God her Zeal, to$4$ Man Benevolence; 607:05,033[A ]| Must her above all former Monarch raise 607:05,034[A ]| To$9$ be the everlasting Theme of Praise; 607:05,035[A ]| No$2$ more shall we the great Eliza boast, 607:05,036[A ]| For$3$ her Great Name in$4$ Greater Mary's will$1$ be lost. 607:06,000@@@@@| 607:06,000[' ]| <'Ode to the King on his Return from Ireland': Summers, v.359-61> 607:06,001[A ]| Welcome, thrice Welcome, Sir, from all the Harms, 607:06,002[A ]| The rough Fatigues, & threatning Dangers past, 607:06,003[A ]| To$4$ your Britannia's and Maria's Arms; 607:06,004[A ]| By$4$ each alike with Eager Joys embraced. 607:06,005[A ]| Both equally did for$4$ your Absence Mourn, 607:06,006[A ]| And both alike Languished for$4$ your Return. 607:06,007[A ]| For$3$ wheresoever abroad in$4$ Camps you appear, 607:06,008[A ]| We not for$4$ Us, but for$4$ your Person fear. 607:06,009[A ]| In$4$ your Great Breast so$5#1$ much does Valour burn, 607:06,010[A ]| You urge so$5#1$ home, so$5#1$ much yourself expose, 607:06,011[A ]| Your Courage does affright your Friends, as well as Foes. 607:06,012[A ]| Your Troops, when charged to$9$ March by$4$ your Command, 607:06,013[A ]| Astonished with Prodigious Wonder stand, 607:06,014[A ]| To$9$ see the Crowding Bullets fly 607:06,015[A ]| At unregarding Majesty; 607:06,016[A ]| While their Great Leader is concerned no$2$ more 607:06,017[A ]| Than at some gentle and refreshing Showr. 607:06,018[A ]| But soon they Recollect, are soon Inspired 607:06,019[A ]| To$9$ act such Deeds as He alone can teach: 607:06,020[A ]| By$4$ his unparalleled Example fired, 607:06,021[A ]| They press towards That$6#2$ which$6#1$ they can never reach. 607:06,022[A ]| You not alone your Troops Command, but show 607:06,023[A ]| What you alone would have them Bear, what Do; 607:06,024[A ]| Who$6#1$, with Amazement, find all first Performed by$4$ You. 607:06,025[A ]| Most with Impatience Toil, and Hazards bear; 607:06,026[A ]| Some grieve at Wounds, and apprehend each Scar; 607:06,027[A ]| But your Vast Soul alone Enjoys the War. 607:06,028[A ]| Not the fierce Lover shows more chearful haste, 607:06,029[A ]| Meeting the beauteous Nymph to$9$ be Embraced, 607:06,030[A ]| As the Reward of all his Service past; 607:06,031[A ]| Than you to$9$ joyn in$4$ Battle with a Foe: 607:06,032[A ]| So$5#1$ much your Mighty Mind does Glory prize, 607:06,033[A ]| In$4$ your erected Look fierce Joy you show, 607:06,034[A ]| And kindled Virtue flashes in$4$ your Eyes, 607:06,035[A ]| While you all Hazards, Wounds, and Death despise. 607:06,036[A ]| You to$4$ your Dangerous Wound would give no$2$ rest; 607:06,037[A ]| You would not be at leisure to$9$ be Cured: 607:06,038[A ]| The pain of which$6#1$ found room in$4$ every Breast, 607:06,039[A ]| Unfelt by$4$ you alone; or else endured 607:06,040[A ]| With that$6#2$ Great Temper, and that$6#2$ God-like Mind 607:06,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ your Sacred Breast alone we find. 607:06,042[A ]| That$6#2$ Wound, at which$6#1$ the Astonish Muse 607:06,043[A ]| Aid to$4$ all Numbers, did refuse. 607:06,044[A ]| A Wound, which$6#1$ deeply pierced each Generous Heart: 607:06,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ your Three Kingdoms tenderly did feel; 607:06,046[A ]| A Blow, which$6#1$ made all injured Princes start, 607:06,047[A ]| And all the Great Confederacy Reel. 607:06,048[A ]| The only Holy League, that$6#1$ ever was made, 607:06,049[A ]| A League oppressed Mankind to$9$ free 607:06,050[A ]| From the most Barbarous Foe did ever Invade 607:06,051[A ]| With Sword, and Fire, and Treachery. 607:06,052[A ]| But Heaven of you took such peculiar Care 607:06,053[A ]| That$3$ soon the Royal Breach it did Repair, 607:06,054[A ]| And saved your Great Allies from all Despair. 607:06,055[A ]| And now through all the League, in$4$ every Heart 607:06,056[A ]| Your Vigorous Influence does itself exert; 607:06,057[A ]| You, like$4$ the Soul, are All in$4$ every Part. 607:06,058[A ]| When Cozening Fame did the false Tidings spread 607:06,059[A ]| Through France, that$3$ our Nassau was Dead; 607:06,060[A ]| The Great Faux Brave, void of all Shame, 607:06,061[A ]| Loudly to$4$ Europe did Proclaim 607:06,062[A ]| How much he did your Sacred Person dread: 607:06,063[A ]| By$4$ the most Barbarous, and Abject ways; 607:06,064[A ]| Such as the Turk, or Tartar scorns to$9$ use. 607:06,065[A ]| Thus, thus he did your Awful Valour praise, 607:06,066[A ]| And his own Fear to$4$ all Mankind Accuse. 607:06,067[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his mean, and Savage Joys must find 607:06,068[A ]| More of a Woman, than a Hero's Mind. 607:06,069[A ]| Who$6#1$, with no$2$ Decence, then his Joy could bear, 607:06,070[A ]| With no$2$ sound Temper can Support His Fear, 607:06,071[A ]| (Though Bullets he resolves not to$9$ come near) 607:06,072[A ]| When you Sir, at the Head of this Great League appear. 607:06,073[A ]| Now, since so$5#1$ many, and so$5#1$ great Affairs 607:06,074[A ]| Employ your Royal Mind with Cares; 607:06,075[A ]| And you the mighty Weight alone Sustain, 607:06,076[A ]| Your happy Subjects you with Arms defend, 607:06,077[A ]| Instruct with Manners, and with Laws amend; 607:06,078[A ]| I, from Mankind, could no$2$ Indulgence gain 607:06,079[A ]| If, from the Public Good, you longer I detain. 607:06,080[A ]| Welcome, Great Prince! from Toils, and Arms, 607:06,081[A ]| To$4$ soft Maria's Beauteous Charms: 607:06,082[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ your Absence Reigned so$5#1$ well, 607:06,083[A ]| And did so$5#1$ much the Virgin Queen excel, 607:06,084[A ]| No$2$ more shall we old Tales of our Eliza tell. 607:06,085[A ]| Welcome, Great Sir! to$9$ fill your British Throne: 607:06,086[A ]| Brittain, with Justice, you may call your own; 607:06,087[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ a Mighty Kingdom you advance, 607:06,088[A ]| From a poor Province, to$4$ Insulting France. 607:07,000@@@@@| 607:07,000[' ]| <'Ode on the King's Birth-Day': Summers, v.365-6> 607:07,001[A ]| Welcome, thrice welcome, this Auspicious Morn 607:07,002[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the Great Nassau was born, 607:07,003[A ]| Sprung from a Mighty Race which$6#1$ was designed 607:07,004[A ]| For$4$ the Deliverers of Mankind. 607:07,005[A ]| Illustrious Heroes, whose prevailing Fates 607:07,006[A ]| Raised the Distressed to$4$ High and Mighty States; 607:07,007[A ]| And did by$4$ that$6#2$ possess more true Renown, 607:07,008[A ]| Than their Adolphus gained by$4$ the Imperial Crown. 607:07,009[A ]| They cooled the Rage, humbled the Pride of Spain, 607:07,010[A ]| But since, the insolence of France no$2$ less 607:07,011[A ]| Had brought the States into Distress, 607:07,012[A ]| But that$3$ a precious Scien did remain 607:07,013[A ]| From that$6#2$ Great Root, which$6#1$ did the shock sustain, 607:07,014[A ]| And made them High and Mighty once again. 607:07,015[A ]| This Prince for$4$ us was Born to$9$ make us free 607:07,016[A ]| From the most abject Slavery. 607:07,017[A ]| Thou hast restored our Laws their force again; 607:07,018[A ]| We still shall Conquer on$4$ the Land by$4$ thee; 607:07,019[A ]| By$4$ thee shall Triumph on$4$ the Main. 607:07,020[A ]| But thee a Fate much more sublime attends, 607:07,021[A ]| Europe for$4$ freedom on$4$ thy Sword depends; 607:07,022[A ]| And thy Victorious Arms shall tumble down 607:07,023[A ]| The Savage Monster from the Gallick throne; 607:07,024[A ]| To$4$ this Important Day we all shall owe, 607:07,025[A ]| Oh Glorious Birth, from which$6#1$ such blest effects shall flow. 607:07,026[A ]| <(General chorus of voices and instruments.)> 607:07,027[A ]| On$4$ this glad Day let every Voice 607:07,028[A ]| And Instrument, Proclaim our joys, 607:07,029[A ]| And let all Europe join in$4$ the Triumphant noise, 607:07,030[A ]| 7Io*Triumphe let us Sing, 607:07,031[A ]| 7Io*Triumphe let us Sing, 607:07,032[A ]| And let the sound through all the spacious Welkin Ring. 607:07,033[A ]| From thy fresh Lawrels shall the Olive spring 607:07,034[A ]| Thy Victories shall bring us Peace, 607:07,035[A ]| And under Thee, our most Indulgent King, 607:07,036[A ]| Shall Industry and Arts increase; 607:07,037[A ]| Quiet we shall possess, but not Inglorious Ease. 607:07,038[A ]| Then shall each fertile Mead, and grateful Field, 607:07,039[A ]| Amply reward our Care and Toil, 607:07,040[A ]| The Herds and Flocks a vast increase shall yield, 607:07,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ raging War shall never spoil, 607:07,042[A ]| Free from Invading force and from Intestine broil. 607:07,043[A ]| And though our plenteous Isle shall need no$2$ more, 607:07,044[A ]| Than what its Soil for$4$ Natives does provide, 607:07,045[A ]| Yet added to$4$ its mighty store, 607:07,046[A ]| Whatever and Foreign Coast, 607:07,047[A ]| Of Plenty, or of Wealth can boast, 607:07,048[A ]| Shall on$4$ our Happy Shores flow in$5$ beside, 607:07,049[A ]| From the superfluous Bounty of each Tide. 607:07,050[A ]| No$2$ Avarice or Ambition in$4$ the Great, 607:07,051[A ]| Shall under thee thy Godlike Power pervert, 607:07,052[A ]| Rewards nor Threats corrupt thy Judgment Seat; 607:07,053[A ]| Nor Trusts be gained but by$4$ desert, 607:07,054[A ]| While thy Great Self thy Wisdom shall exert. 607:07,055[A ]| Then shall the Vile Ungrateful Murmuring Band, 607:07,056[A ]| Whom our great Moses has set free 607:07,057[A ]| From Egypts Bondage and, Idolatry 607:07,058[A ]| Glad to$9$ submit to$4$ his Command; 607:07,059[A ]| For$4$ shame their guilty Heads hang down, 607:07,060[A ]| Owning the best of Kings that$6#1$ ever filled the Throne. 607:07,061[A ]| Thus the Prophetick Muses say, 607:07,062[A ]| And all the Wise and Good will$1$ pray, 607:07,063[A ]| That$3$ they long, long, may Celebrate this Day. 607:07,064[A ]| Soon Haughty France shall bow, and Cozening Rome, 607:07,065[A ]| And Britain Mistress of the World become; 607:07,066[A ]| And from thy Wise, thy Godlike Sway, 607:07,067[A ]| Kings learn to$9$ Reign, and Subjects to$9$ Obey. 607:07,068[A ]| On$4$ this Blest Day let every Voice 607:07,069[A ]| And ~~ 607:08,000@@@@@| 607:08,000[' ]| <'Votum Perenne': Summers, v.373-5> 607:08,001[A ]| Now Janus in$4$ his Office does appear, 607:08,002[A ]| To$9$ close the Last, and to$9$ unfold this Year; 607:08,003[A ]| His dreadful Temple now wide open stands, 607:08,004[A ]| And Europe is Oppressed by$4$ Warring Bands. 607:08,005[A ]| For$4$ You Sir, it is reserved to$9$ quell the Foes, 607:08,006[A ]| And only You those Fatal Doors can close. 607:08,007[A ]| Illustrious Monarch! on$4$ this Solemn Day 607:08,008[A ]| The Humble Tribute of our Hearts we pay. 607:08,009[A ]| Big with our Vows and Prayers, that$3$ Heaven would bless 607:08,010[A ]| Your Person and your Arms with such Success, 607:08,011[A ]| That$3$ every Day your Glory may encrease. 607:08,012[A ]| And never may Sinister Fate oppose, 607:08,013[A ]| Till you have raised your Friends, and humbled all your Foes. 607:08,014[A ]| No$2$ Nation is like$4$ ours securely Blest, 607:08,015[A ]| While all the World is Plagued, we are at Rest. 607:08,016[A ]| This more than Goshen is, the Power Divine 607:08,017[A ]| Has made Two Suns in$4$ our horizon shine: 607:08,018[A ]| A Prince who$6#1$ bravely can abroad orecome, 607:08,019[A ]| While his Fair Queen can wisely Reign at Home. 607:08,020[A ]| Our last Three Years so$5#1$ Marvellous have been, 607:08,021[A ]| The Almighty Power to$4$ Atheists must be seen: 607:08,022[A ]| Since the vast Scene was shifted with such ease, 607:08,023[A ]| Calm was the Land, and Quiet were the Seas, 607:08,024[A ]| And all along the Invasion it was Peace. 607:08,025[A ]| The Sun thus gently gives the Morning birth, 607:08,026[A ]| And with its Fruitful Beams invades the Earth. 607:08,027[A ]| The Neighbouring Isle was not so$5#1$ wise as we, 607:08,028[A ]| That$6#1$ could not taste the Sweets of Liberty, 607:08,029[A ]| But the Event of Bloody War would see. 607:08,030[A ]| You of all Princes like$1$, and need Praise least, 607:08,031[A ]| Yet must it in$4$ your Story be exprest: 607:08,032[A ]| Excuse your Poet who$6#1$ your praise must Write, 607:08,033[A ]| If as Historian he your Deeds recite. 607:08,034[A ]| Who$6#2$ can but with Poetick Heat be warned 607:08,035[A ]| By$4$ your great Wonders at the Boin performed? 607:08,036[A ]| Whose Spirit Kindled up$5$ the Fainting War 607:08,037[A ]| Into a Flame, which$6#1$ spread out wide and far. 607:08,038[A ]| None ever so$5#1$ wisely Led, so$5#1$ bravely Fought: 607:08,039[A ]| By$4$ You thus fired, by$4$ your Example taught, 607:08,040[A ]| Your Leaders since vast Miracles have wrought: 607:08,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ with Amazement the French Generals filled 607:08,042[A ]| Though bold in$4$ Arms, and much in$4$ Conduct skilled: 607:08,043[A ]| Not Art, nor Nature could their Men Secure 607:08,044[A ]| Against such Daring Souls as would no$2$ Bounds endure. 607:08,045[A ]| Inspired by$4$ Your great Cause and Mighty Name, 607:08,046[A ]| They thought no$2$ Price too dear to$9$ pay for$4$ Fame. 607:08,047[A ]| No$2$ Difficulty could your Arms oppose, 607:08,048[A ]| No$2$ Hold was strong enough to$9$ Guard your Foes, 607:08,049[A ]| Not Forts, not Towns, nor Camps more strong than those; 607:08,050[A ]| Not Treacherous Bogs, nor Rapid Floods could serve, 607:08,051[A ]| No$2$ Hills, no$2$ Streightness, Rebels could preserve: 607:08,052[A ]| But everywhere before your Troops they fall, 607:08,053[A ]| So$5#1$ well they Copied out their Great Original. 607:08,054[A ]| What Triumphs had another Scene Adorned, 607:08,055[A ]| But the Grand Lewis had too well been warned; 607:08,056[A ]| And those who$6#1$ felt what you before had done, 607:08,057[A ]| Ingloriously the proffered Combat shun; 607:08,058[A ]| And in$4$ their Coverts closed, the Beasts of Prey 607:08,059[A ]| Stirred not, till the Great Nimrod was away. 607:08,060[A ]| A Foe to$4$ his Face, they never dare Attack, 607:08,061[A ]| But soon grow Furious, if he turns his Back. 607:08,062[A ]| Nor durst their Boasting and Vain-glorious Fleet 607:08,063[A ]| Your Gallant well appointed Navy meet. 607:08,064[A ]| Your Person can not in$4$ each Place appear, 607:08,065[A ]| Where your own Ensigns fly, your Vertue is there. 607:08,066[A ]| Though every Night the Sun his Beams withdraws, 607:08,067[A ]| His Influence yet by$4$ Night does huge Productions cause. 607:08,068[A ]| But loe, the busie and enquiring Muse, 607:08,069[A ]| Did Fates Mysterious Volumes late peruse; 607:08,070[A ]| Those Hidden Rolls which$6#1$ to$4$ the World give Law, 607:08,071[A ]| Where she the Rise, and Fall of Empires saw; 607:08,072[A ]| She in$4$ a vision whispered to$4$ my Ear, 607:08,073[A ]| That$3$ a more Wondrous Scene would yet appear, 607:08,074[A ]| And this should be the most Important Year; 607:08,075[A ]| That$3$ my Great Master was by$4$ Fate designed 607:08,076[A ]| To$9$ Quiet the Disturber of Mankind. 607:08,077[A ]| And Sir, the Happy Time is approaching now, 607:08,078[A ]| When his to$4$ your Superior Fate must bow: 607:08,079[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall Invade him in$4$ his Tenderest part, 607:08,080[A ]| And bend or break his too Imperious Heart: 607:08,081[A ]| His Violence and Rapine bring to$4$ Naught, 607:08,082[A ]| Which$6#1$ have through Europe such Destruction wrought. 607:08,083[A ]| You Sir, shall make those dire Convulsions cease 607:08,084[A ]| And give the Shaken world a firm and glorious Peace. 607:08,085[A ]| Almighty Power make this Prediction true, 607:08,086[A ]| And with Success in$4$ all things prosper You; 607:08,087[A ]| Heaven from the Abundance of its precious Store, 607:08,088[A ]| Such Blessings on$4$ your Royal Temples pour, 607:08,089[A ]| Till you can ask, and that$6#2$ can give no$2$ more. 607:09,000@@@@@| 607:09,000[' ]| 607:09,001[B ]| How full of Beaus this Circle does appear 607:09,002[B ]| Who$6#1$ hate all Camps, and will$1$ not leave us here, 607:09,003[B ]| For$4$ all the Fame of Talbot, Sydney, Vere. 607:09,004[B ]| 'Las a Beau is tender, subject to$9$ catch cold, 607:09,005[B ]| And a rough Camp will$1$ make one look so$5#1$ old; 607:09,006[B ]| The cold so$5#1$ pinch, the heat so$5#1$ tan his Face, 607:09,007[B ]| He never can ogle more with any Grace: 607:09,008[B ]| Poor miserable Beau is quite undone, 607:09,009[B ]| The lustre of his dear Complexion gone; 607:09,010[B ]| Besides Wounds in$4$ the Face, alack! and Woe! 607:09,011[B ]| Some cruel Bullet may cut off a Beau: 607:09,012[B ]| Out on$4$ it, who$6#2$ but a sot would not prefer 607:09,013[B ]| Pulvillio to$4$ Match and Gunpowder? 607:09,014[B ]| Or who$6#2$ would leave, so$5#1$ careless of dear Gut, 607:09,015[B ]| Locket's or Long's, for$4$ a vile Sutler's Hut? 607:09,016[B ]| Or would lie cold in$4$ Tents, or hard in$4$ Trenches, 607:09,017[B ]| Rather than in$4$ warm Beds with pretty Wenches? 607:09,018[B ]| Sweet Sparks do you continue in$4$ good mind, 607:09,019[B ]| Let others follow Drums, stay you behind. 607:09,020[B ]| You profitable Bees yield Wax and Honey, 607:09,021[B ]| To$4$ Poets Matter, and to$4$ Players Money. 607:09,022[B ]| If you, dear Beaus, should have so$5#1$ little Wit, 607:09,023[B ]| For$4$ grinning Honour your Delights to$9$ quit, 607:09,024[B ]| How should we want you inside Box and Pit. 607:09,025[B ]| Spite of old English Magnanimity, 607:09,026[B ]| Be you from Foreign fighting ever free, 607:09,027[B ]| And let us have your sweet Society. 607:09,028[B ]| Discourse at home of Van and Flank and Reer, 607:09,029[B ]| And rout French Monsieurs over a Bottle here, 607:09,030[B ]| But to$4$ the filthy Camp pray come not near.