With bolder hopes: Yet ftill beyond our vows,
Thy lovely glories rife, thy spreading terror grows.
Princefs, the world already owns thy name:
Go, mount the chariot of immortal fame,
Nor die to be r.nown'd: Fame's loudeft breath
Too dear is purchas'd by an angel's death.
The vengeance of thy rod, with general joy,
Shall fcourge rebellion and the rival-boy † :
Thy founding arms his Gallick patron hears,
And speeds his flight; nor overtakes his fears,
Till hard defpair wring from the tyrant's foul
The iron tears out. Let thy frown control
Our angry jars at home, till wrath fubmit
Her impious banners to thy facred feet;

Mad zeal, and frenzy, with their murderous train,
Feel thefe fweet realms in thine aufpicious reign,
Envy expire in rage, and treafon bite the chain.

Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's flage:
Thy thread of life prolong our golden age,
Long blefs the earth, and late afcend thy throne
Ethereal; (not thy deeds are there unknown,

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Nor there unfung; for by thine awful hands

Heaven rules the waves, and thunders o'er the lands,

Creates inferior kings‡,and gives'em theircommands.)

Legions attend thee at the radiant gates;

For thee thy fifter-feraph, bleft Maria, waits.

The Pretender.

She made Charles the Emperor's fecond fon King of Spain, who was afterwards Emperor of Germany.

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But oh! the parting ftroke! fome heavenly power Chear thy fad Britons in the gloomy hour; Some new propitious ftar appear on high The fairest glory of the Western sky, And Anna be its name; with gentle sway To check the planets of malignant ray, Sooth the rude north wind, and the rugged Bear, Calm rifing wars, heal the contagious air, Andreign with peaceful influence to thefouthern sphere.

Note, This poem was written in the year 1705, in that honourable part of the reign of our late Queen, when he had broke the French power at Blenheim, afferted the right of Charles the prefent Emperor to the crown of Spain, exerted her zeal for the Proteftant Succeffion, and promifed inviolably to maintain the toleration to the Proteftant Diffenters. Thus fhe appeared the chief fupport of the Reformation, and the patronefs of the liberties of Europe.

The latter part of her reign was of a different colour, and was by no means attended with the accomplishment of those glorious hopes which we had conceived. Now the Mufe cannot fatisfy herfelf to publish this new edition without acknowledging the mistake of her former prefages; and while fhe does the world this juftice, fhe does herself the honour of a voluntary retractation, August 1. 1723.

I. W.

PALINO DIA,

BRITONS, forgive the forward Mufe

That dar'd prophetic feals to loose,

(Unfkill'd in fate's Eternal Book) And the deep characters mistook.

George is the name, that glorious star; Ye faw his fplendors beaming far;

Saw in the Eaft your joys arise,

When Anna funk in western skies,

Streaking the heavens with crimson gloom,
Emblems of tyranny and Rome,
Portending blood and night to come.
'Twas George diffus'd a vital ray,
And gave the dying nations day :
His influence fooths the Ruffian Bear,
Calms rifing wars, and heals the air;
Join'd with the fun his beams are hurl'd
To scatter bleffings round the world,
Fulfil whate'er the Muse has spoke,
And crown the work that Anne forfook.

August 1. 1721.

TO JOHN LOCKE, Efq. retired from Bufinefs.

ANGELS are made of heavenly things,

And light and love our fouls compofe,
Their bliss within their bosom springs,
Within their bofom flows.

But narrow minds ftill make pretence
To fearch the coafts of flesh and sense,
And fetch diviner pleasures thence.

Men

Men are akin to ethereal forms,

But they belye their nobler birth,

Debase their honour down to earth,

And claim a fhare with worms.

He that has treafures of his own
May leave the cottage or the throne,
May quit the globe, and dwell alone
Within his fpacious mind.

Locke hath a foul wide as the fea,
Calm as the night, bright as the day,
There may his vaft ideas play,

Nor feel a thought confin'd.

To JOHN SHUTE, Esq

(Afterwards Lord BARRINGTON.)

On Mr. LOCKE's dangerous Sickness, fome time after he had retired to study the Scriptures.

June, 1704.

AND muft the man of wonderous mind

(Now his rich thoughts are just refin'd)
Forfake our longing eyes?

Reason at length fubmits to wear

The wings of Faith; and lo, they rear

Her chariot high, and nobly bear

Her prophet to the skies,

Go,

Go, friend, and wait the prophet's flight,

Watch if his mantle chance to light,

And feize it for thy own;

Shute is the darling of his

years,

Young Shute his better likeness bears;
All but his wrinkles and his hairs
Are copy'd in his fon.

Thus when our follies, or our faults,
Call for the pity of thy thoughts,
Thy pen fhall make us wife :

The fallies of whofe youthful wit
Could pierce the British fogs with light,
Place our true * Interest in our fight,
And open half our eyes.

To MR. WILLIAM NOK E S.

FRIENDSHIP.

1702,

RIENDSHIP, thou charmer of the mind,

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Thou fweet deluding ill,

The brightest minute mortals find,

And sharpest hour we feel.

Fate has divided all our fhares

Of pleasure and of pain;

In love the comforts and the cares

Are mix'd and join'd again.

The Intereft of England, written by Mr. Shute.

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