The Peoples Brave, the Politicians Tool;
Never was Patriot yet, but was a Fool.

Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws,
Should more be Abfalom's than David's Cause?
His old Inftructor, e'er he loft his Place,
Was never thought indu'd with fo much Grace.
Good Heav'ns, how Faction can a Patriot paint!
My Rebel ever proves my People's Saint:
Wou'd They impofe an Heir upon the Throne?
Let Sanhedrins be taught to give their Own.
A King's at least a part of Government;
And mine as requifite as their Confent :
Without my leave a future King to Choose,
Infers a Right the Prefent to Depose:

True, they petition me t' approve their Choice:
But Efau's Hands fuit ill with Jacob's Voice.
My pious Subjects for my Safety pray,
Which to fecure, they take my Pow'r away.
From Plots and Treafons Heav'n preferve my Years,
But fave me moft from my Petitioners.
Unfatiate as the barren Womb or Grave;
God cannot grant fo much as they can crave.
What then is left, but with a jealous Eye
To guard the small Remains of Royalty?
The Law fhall ftill direct my peaceful Sway,
And the fame Law teach Rebels to obey:
Votes fhall no more Establish'd Pow'r control,
Such Votes as make a Part exceed the Whole:
No groundless Clamours shall my Friends remove,
Nor Crouds have Pow'r to punish e'er they prove :
For Gods, and God-like Kings their Care express,
Still to defend their Servants in diftrefs.
Oh, that my Pow'r to Saving were confin'd!
Why am I forc'd, like Heav'n, against my mind,
To make Examples of another Kind?
Muft I at length the Sword of Juftice draw?
Oh, curs'd Effects of neceffary Law!
How ill my Fear they by my Mercy fcan!
+Beware the Fury of a Patient Man.

Law they require, let Law then shew her Face;,
They could not be content to look on Grace
Her hinder Parts, but with a daring Eye

To tempt the Terror of her Front, and Dye.
By their own Arts, 'tis Righteously decreed,
Thofe dire Artificers of Death fhall bleed.
Against themselves their Witneffes will fwear,
Till, Viper-like, their Mother Plot they tear:
And fuck for Nutriment that bloody Gore
Which was their Principle of Life before.
Their Belial with their Beelzebub will fight;
Thus on my Focs, my Foes fhall do me right:
Nor doubt th' Event: for Factious Crouds engage,
In their firft Onet, all the'r Brutal Rage.

Then let 'em take an unrefifted Courfe:

Retire and Traverfe, and Delude their Force:
But when they ftand all Breathlefs, urge the Fight,
And rife upon 'em with redoubled Might:
For lawful Pow'r is ftill Superiour found; [ground.
When long driv'n back, at length it ftands the
He faid. Th' Almighty nodding gave confent;
And Peals of Thunder hook the Firmament.
Henceforth a Series of new Time began,
The mighty Years in long Proceffion ran:
Once more the God-like David was reftor'd,
And willing Nations knew their lawful Lord.

Part of VIRGIL'S

FOURTH GEORGICK.

او

English'd by the Earl of Mulgrave.

'TIS IS not for nothing when juft Heav'n does

frown:

The wretched Orpheus brings thefe judgments down;
Whofe Wife, avoiding to become thy prey,

And all his Joys at once were fuatch'd away;
The poor Nymph doom'd that dangerous way to pass,
Spy'd not the Snake lye lurking in the grass:
A mournful noife the fpacious Vally fills,
With echoing cries from all the neighb'ring hills;
The Dryades roar'd out in deep defpair,
And with united voice bewail'd the Fair.
For fuch a lofs he fought no vain relief,
But with his Lute indulg'd his tender grief;
All o'er the lonely fands did wildly ftray,
And with fad Songs begin and end the day.
At laft to Hell a frightful journey made,
Pafs'd the wide gaping Gulf and difmal Shade;
Vifits the Ghofts, and to that King repairs,
Whofe heart's inflexible to human pray'rs.
Hell feems aftonish'd with fo fweet a Song,
Light Souls, and airy Spirits flide along
In troops, like millions of the feather'd kind,
Driv'n home by night or fome tempestuous wind;
Matrons and Men, raw Youths and unripe Maids,
And mighty Heroes more majeftick Shades;
Sons burnt before their mournful Parents face,
Styx does all thefe in narrow bounds embrace
Nine times with foathsom mud, and noysome weeds,
And all the filth which standing water breeds:

Amazement reacht e'en the deep Caves of death,
The Sifters with blue fnaky curls took breath;

Ixion's Wheel a while unmov'd remain'd, [ftrain'd.
And the great-Dog his three-mouth'd voice re-
Now fafe return'd, and all these dangers past,
His Spouse restor'd to breathe fresh air at last,
Following, for fo Proferpina was pleas'd,
A fudden rage th' unwary Lover feiz'd;
He when the firft bright glimps of day-light shin'd
Unmindful, and impatient, look'd behind,
A fault of Love, could Hell compaffion find.
A dreadful noise thrice fhook the Stygian coaft,
His hopes now fled, and all his labour loft.
Why haft thou thus undone thy self and me?
What madness this? Again I'm snatch'd from thee,
She faintly cry'd; Night, and the Powers of Hell
Surround my eyes, O Orpheus, O farewel:
My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before,
But all in vain, alas, I'm thine no more;
No more allow'd to behold him or day;
Then from his fight like fmoak fhe flipt away.
Much he wou'd fain have spoke, but Fate, alas,
Wou'd ne'er again confent to let him pass.
Thus twice undone, what courfe now cou'd he take,
To redeem her already pass'd the Lake?
How bear his lofs? what tears procure him ease?
Or with what Vows the angry Powers appease?
'Tis faid, he seven long months bewail'd his lofs
On bleak and barren Rocks, on whofe cold mofs
While languishing he sung his fatal flame,
He mov'd e'en Trees, and made fierce Tigers tame.
So the fad Nightingale, when Childless made
By some rough Swain who fteals her young away,
Bewails her lofs under a Poplar shade,

Weeps all the night, in murmurs wastes the day;
Her forrow does a mournful pleasure yield,
And melancholy musick fills the Field.

Marriage

Marriage, nor Love, could ever move his mind,
But all alone, bear by the Northern wind,
Shivering on Tanais fnowy Banks remain'd,
Still of the Gods, and their vain grace complain'd.
Ciconian Dames, enrag'd to be despis'd,
As they the feaft of Bacchus folemniz'd,
Kill'd the poor Youth, and ftrew'd about his limbs
His Head torn off from the fair body swims,
Down that fwift current, where the Hebre flows,
And ftill his Tongue in doleful accents goes;
Ah, poor Eurydice, it dying cry'd,

Eurydice refounds from every fide.

SIREN O and DIANA.

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English'd by Sir Car. Scrope.

The ARGUMENT.

Sireno and Diana having lov'd each other with a most violent Paffion, Sireno is compell'd, upon the account of his Master's Service, to go for fome time into a Foreign Country. The Melancholy parting of the two Lovers is the Subject of the following Eclogue.

Lofe by a ftream, whofe flowry bank might give

The fad Sireno fare, and fed his Sheep,
Which now, alas! he had no Joy to keep;
Since his hard Fate compell'd him to depart
From her dear fight, who long had charm'd his heart.
Fix'd were his thoughts upon the Fatal day
That gave him firft what this must take away;
VOL. I.

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