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He hath nothing farther to premise, but that the Reader must not expect to be pleased with every particular poem which is here prefented to him. It is impossible to furnish out an entertainment of this nature, where every part shall be relished by every guest: it will be sufficient, if nothing is set before him, but what has been approved by those of the most acknowledged taste.
Sacerdos Fronde fuper MITRAM, et fælici comptus olivá. VIRG.
YOntending kings, and fields of death, too long
Have been the subject of the British song. Who hath not read of fam'd Ramilia's plain, Bavaria's fall, and Danube choak’d with Nain ?
Exhausted themes! A gentler note I raise,
Well sends our Queen her mitred BRISTOL forth,
So when great Moses, with JEHOVAH's wand,
O thou, from whom these bounteous blessings flow, To whom, as chief, the hopes of peace we owe, (For next to thee, the man whom kings contend To stile companion, and to make their friend, Great STRAFFORD, rich in every courtly grace, With joyful pride accepts the second place,) From Britain's isle, and Ifis' sacred spring, One hour, oh ! listen while the Muses fing. Though ministers of mighty monarchs wait, With beating hearts, to learn their masters' fate, One hour forbear to speak thy Queen's commands, Nor think the world, thy charge, neglected stands ; The blissful prospects, in my verse display'd, May lure the stubborn, the deceiv'd persuade, Ev'n thou to peace shalt speedier urge
way, And more be haften'd by this short delay.
The haughty Gaul, in ten campaigns o’erthrown, Now ceas'd to think the western world his own. Oft had he mourn’d his boasting leaders bound, And his proud bulwarks smoaking on the ground; In vain with pow'rs renew'd he fillid the plain, Made tim'rous vows, and brib'd the saints in vain; As oft his legions did the fight decline, Lurk'd in the trench, and skulk'd behind the line.
Before his eyes the fancy'd javelin gleams ;
To Britain's Queen the scepter'd fuppliant bends,
open brows no threatning frowns disguise, Bụt gentler passions sparkle in their eyes. The Gauls, who never in their courts could find Such temper'd fire with manly beauty join'd, Doubt if they're those, whom dreadful to the view In forms fo fierce their fearful fancies drew, At whofe dire names ten thousand widows press'd Their helpless orphans clinging to the breast. In silent rapture each his foe furveys, They vow firm friendship, and give mutual praise.
Brave minds, howe'er at war, are fecret friends, · Their gen’rous difcord with the battle ends ;
In peace they wonder whence diffention rofe,