Safety and equal government are things
Which fubjects make as happy as their kings.
Faith, Law, and Piety, (that banish'd train!)
Juftice and Truth, with you return again.
The City's trade, and country's easy life,
Once more shall flourish without fraud or ftrife.
Your reign no lefs affures the ploughman's peace,
Than the warm fun advances his increase;
And does the fhepherds as fecurely keep,
From all their fears, as they preferve their sheep.

But, above all, the Muse-inspired train
Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again:
Kind Heav'n at once, has, in your person, fent

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Nec magis expreffi vultus per ahenea figna,
Quam per vatis opus inores, animique, virorum
Clarorum apparent

HOR:

XXXIII.

TO THE QUEEN,

UPON HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY,

After her happy recovery from a dangerous fickness.

FAREWELL the year which threaten'd fo.

The faireft light the world can show.
Welcome the new! whose ev'ry day,
Reftoring what was snatch'd away

By pining fickness from the fair,
That matchless beauty does repair
So faft, that the approaching spring,
(Which does to flow'ry meadows bring
What the rude winter from them tore)
Shall give her all fhe had before.

But we recover not so fast

The fenfe of fuch a danger paft:

We that esteem'd you fent from heav'n,
A pattern to this island giv'n,

To fhew us what the blefs'd do there,
And what alive they practis'd here,
When that which we immortal thought,
We saw so near deftruction brought,
Felt all which you did then endure,
And tremble yet as not secure:
So tho' the fun victorious be,
And from a dark eclipfe fet free,

The influence, which we fondly fear,
Afflicts our thoughts the following year.
But that which may relieve cur care
Is, that you have a help fo near
For all the evil you can prove,
The kindness of your Royal love:
He that was never known to mourn,

So many kingdoms from him torn,

His tears referv'd for you, more dear,

More priz'd, than all those kingdoms were!

For when no healing art prevail'd,
When cordials and elixirs fail'd,

On your pale cheek he dropp'd the show'r

Reviv'd you like a dying flow'r.

XXXIV.

TO THE DUCHESS OF ORLEANS,

When he was taking leave of

THE COURT AT DOVER.

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THAT fun of beauty did among us rife:
England first saw the light of your fair eyes:
In English, too. your early wit was shown;
Favour that language, which was then your own,
When, tho' a child, thro' guards you made your way:
What fleet or army could an angel stay?

Thrice happy Britain! if the could retain
Whom the first bred within her ambient main,
Our late burnt London, in apparel new,

Shook off her ashes to have treated you:
But we must fee our glory fuatch'd away,
And with warm tears increase the guilty sea:
No wind can favour us; howe'er it blows,.
We must be wreck'd, and our dear treasure lofe!
Sighs will not let us half our forrows tell

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Fair, lovely, great, and best of nymphs, farewell! 16

XXXV.

TO A LADY,

From whom he received the copy of the poem entitled, Of a Tree cut in Paper, which for many years had been lufi.

NOTHING lies hid from radiant eyes;
All they fubdue become their spies.
Secrets, as choiceft jewels, are

Prefented to oblige the fair:

No wonder, then, that a lost thought

Should there be found where fouls are caught.

The picture of fair Venus, (that

For which men say the goddess fat)
Was loft, till Lely from your look
Again that glorious image took.

If Virtue's felf were loft, we might

From your
All things but one you can restore;

fair mind new copies write.

The heart you get returns no more.

XXXVI.

TO MR. KILLEGREW,

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Upon his altering his play, Pandora, from a tragedy into a comedy, because not approved on the stage.

SIR! fhould rather teach our age the way

you

Of judging well, than thus have chang'd your play.

You had oblig'd us by employing wit
Not to reform Pandora, but the Pit;
For as the nightingale, without the throng
Of other birds, alone attends her fong,

While the loud daw, his throat displaying, draws
The whole affembly of his fellow-daws;
So muft the writer whose productions should
Take with the vulgar be of vulgar mould;
Whilft nobler fancies make a flight too high
For common view, and leffen as they fly.

XXXVII.

TO A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR,

A PERSON OF HONOUR,

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Who lately writ a religious book, entitled, Hiftorical Applications, and occafional Meditations, upon several subjects.

BOLD is the man that dares engage

For piety in fuch an age!

Who can prefume to find a guard

From fcorn, when Heav'n's fo little spar'd?

Divines are pardon'd; they defend

Altars on which their lives depend;

But the profane impatient are,

When nobler pens make this their care;

For why should these let in a beam

Of divine light to trouble them,

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