In short, public bus'nefs is fo carry'd on,

That their country is fav'd, and the patriots undone.

To perplex 'em ftill more, and fure famine to bring (Now fatire has loft both its truth and its sting) If, in spite of their natures, they bungle at praise, Your honour regards not, and nobody pays.

YOUR Petitioners therefore most humbly entreat (As times will allow, and your honour thinks meet) That measures be chang'd, and fome cause of complaint Be immediately furnish'd, to end their restraint; Their credit thereby, and their trade to retrieve, That again they may rail, and the nation believe. Or elfe (if your wisdom fhall deem it all one) Now the parliament's rifing, and bus'nefs is done, That your honour would pleafe, at this dangerous crifis, To take to your bofom a few private vices, By which your petitioners, haply, might thrive, And keep both themselves and contention alive.

In compaffion, good Sir! give 'em fomething to fay, And your honour's petitioners ever shall pray.

An

Senate-House at Cambridge July 1, 1749,

At the Installation of his Grace

THOMAS HOLLES Duke of NEWCASTLE,

CHANCELLOR of the University.

canit errantem Permeffi ad flumina Gallum

Aonas in montes ut duxerit una fororum ;
Utque viro Phabi chorus affurrexerit omnis,

VIRGIL,

By Mr. MASON, Fellow of Pembroke-Hall.

Set to Mufic by Mr. BoYCE, Composer to his Majefty,

Recitative.

H

ERE all thy active fires diffuse,

Thou genuine British Muse;

Hither defcend from yonder orient sky,

Cloth'd in thy heav'n-wove robe of harmony.

Air I. Come, imperial queen of fong;
Come with all that free-born grace,

Which lifts thee from the fervile throng,
Who meanly mimic thy majestic pace;
That glance of dignity divine,

Which speaks thee of celestial line;
Proclaims thee inmate of the sky,

Daughter of Jove and Liberty.

II.

Recitative. The elevated foul, who feels

Thy aweful impulfe, walks the fragrant ways
Of honeft unpolluted praise:

He with impartial justice deals

The blooming chaplets of immortal lays :
He flies above ambition's low career;

And nobly thron'd in Truth's meridian sphere,
Thence, with a bold and heav'n-directed aim,

Full on fair Virtue's fhrine he pours the rays of fame.
III.

Air II. Goddefs! thy piercing eye explores

The radiant range of Beauty's ftores,

The fteep ascent of pine-clad hills,
The filver flope of falling rills,

Catches each lively-colour'd grace,

The crimson of the wood-nymph's face,

The

The verdure of the velvet lawn,

The purple in the eastern dawn,

Or all thofe tints, which rang'd in vivid glow
Mark the bold fweep of the celestial bow.
IV.

Recitative. But chief fhe lifts her tuneful transports high,
When to her intellectual eye

The mental beauties rife in moral dignity:
The facred zeal for Freedom's cause,

That fires the glowing Patriot's breast;

The honest pride that plumes the Hero's crest,
When for his country's aid the steel he draws;

Or that, the calm, yet active heat,

With which mild Genius warms the Sage's heart, To lift fair Science to a loftier seat,

Or stretch to ampler bounds the wide domain of art. Air III. These, the best bloffoms of the virtuous mind, She culls with taste refin'd;

From their ambrofial bloom

With bee-like skill fhe draws the rich perfume,

And blends the sweets they all convey,

In the foft balm of her mellifluous lay.

V.

Recitative. Is there a clime, where all these beauties rife

In one collected radiance to her eyes?

Is there a plain, whofe genial foil inhales
Glory's invigorating gales,

Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads,
Her kindliest dews where Science fheds,
Where every stream of Genius flows,
Where every flower of Virtue glows?
Thither the Mufe exulting flies,
There the loudly cries

Majestic Granta! hail thy aweful name,
Dear to the Mufe, to Liberty, to Fame,

VI.

Recitative. You too, illuftrious Train, fhe
greets

Who first in these inspiring feats
Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire,
Which now fublimely prompts you to aspire
To deeds of nobleft note: whether to fhield
Your country's liberties, your country's laws;
Or in Religion's hallow'd caufe

To hurl the fhafts of reafon, and to wield

Those heav'nly-temper'd arms, whofe rapid force Arrests bafe Falfhood in her impious course, And drives rebellious Vice indignant from the field.

VII. Air