Nor die to be renown'd: Fame's loudest breath
Too dear is purchas'd by an angel's death.

The vengeance of thy rod, with general joy,

Shall scourge Rebellion and the rival-boy 3;
Thy sounding arms his Gallic patron hears,
And speeds bis fight; nor overtakes his fears,

Till hard Despair wring from the tyrant's soul

The iron tears out. Let thy frown control Q sex of the northern world, whose gentle sway

Our arzy jars at home, till Wrath submit Conmands our love, and charms our hearts t' obey, Mad Zeal and Phrensy, with their murderous train,

Her impious banners to thy sacred feet;
Forgive the nation's groan when William died :
L, at thy feet, in all the royal pride

Feel these sweet realms in thine auspicious reign, Of blooming joy, three happy realiņs appear,

Envy expire in rage, and Treason bite the chain. And William's um almost without a tear [tongue Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's stage: Stands; por complains; while from thy gracions Thy thread of lite prolong our golden age, Pesce flows in silver streams amidst the throng. Lonz bless the Earth, and late ascend thy throne Amazing balm, that on those lips was found Ethereal ; (not thy deeds are there unknown, To sooth the torment of that mortal wound,

Nor there unsung; for by thine awful hands And calm the wild affright! The terrour dies, Heaven rules the waves, and thunders o'er the lands, The bleeding wound cements, the danger flies, Creates infcrionr kings 4, and gives them their comAnd Albion shouts thine honours as her joys arise.


Legions attend thee at the radiant gates;
The German eagle feels her guardian dead,

For thee thy sister-seraph, blest Maria, waits.
Not her own thunder can secure her head;
Her trembling eagles hasten from afar,

But oh! the parting stroke! some heavenly power And Belgia's lion dreads the Gallic war:

Cheer thy sad Britons in the gloomy hour; All hide behind thy shield. Remoter lands, Some new propitious star appear on high, Whose lives Jay trusted in Nassovian hands, The fairest glory of the western sky, Transfer their souls, and live ; secure they play And Anna be its name; with gentle sway In thy mild rays, and love the growing day.

To check the planets of malignant ray,

Sooth the rude North-wind, and the rugged Bear, Thy beamy wing at once defends and warms

Calm rising wars, hcal the contagious air, Fainting Religion, whilst in varions forms

And reign with peaceful influence to the southera Fair Piety shines through the British isles :

sphere. Here at thy side, and in thy kindest smiles Blazing in ornamental gold she stands,

Note.—This poem was written in the year 1705, To bless thy councils, and assist thy hands,

in that honourable part of the reign of our late And crowds wait round her to receive commands. queen, when she had broken the French power at There at a humble distance from the throne ?

Blenheim, asserted the right of Charles the present Beanteous she lies; her lustre all her own,

emperor to the crown of Spain, exerted her zeal for ['ngamish'd; yet not blushing, not afraid,

the Protestant succession, and promised inviolably Nor knows suspicion, nor affects the shade:

to maintain the toleration to the Protestant DisCheerful and pleas'd, she not presumes to share

senters. Thus she appeared the chief support of In thy parental gifts, but owns thy guardian care.

the Reformation, and the patroness of the liberties of For thee, dear sovereign, endless vows arise,

Europe. And zeal with earthly wing salutes the skies

The latter part of her reign was of a different coTo gain thy safety. Here a solemn form

lour, and was by no means attended with the accomOf ancient words keeps the devotion warm,

plishment of those glorious hopes which we had And guides, but bounds our wishes: there the miude conceived. Now the Muse cannot satisfy herself to Feels its own fire, and kindles unconfin'd

publish this new edition without acknowledging the With bolder hopes: yet still beyond our vows,

mistake of her former presages; and while she does Thy lovely glories rise, thy spreading terrour grows.

the world this justice, she does herself the honour of

a voluntary retractation. Princess, the world already owns thy naine : August 1, 1721.

I. W. Go, mount the chariot of iminortal Faine,

3 The Pretender. 1 The established church of England

he made Charles, the emperor's second son, king * The Protestant Dissenters,

of Spain, who was afterward on ror of Germany. TOL XIL

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

Watch if his mantle chance to light,

And seize it for thy own; Britons, forgive the forward Muse

Shute is the darling of his years, That dar'd prophetic seals to loose,

Young Shute his better likeness bears ; (Unskill'd in Pate's eternal book)

All but his wrinkles and his hairs And the deep characters mistook.

Are copied in his son. George is the name, that glorious star;

Thus when our follies, or our faults, Ye saw his splendours beaming far;

Call for the pity of thy thoughts, Saw in the East your joys arise,

Thy pen shall make us wise ; When Anna sunk in western skies,

The sallies of whose youthful wit Streaking the heavens with crimson gloom,

Could pierce the British fogs with light, Emblems of tyranny and Rome,

Place our true Interest 5 in our sight,
Portending blood and night to come.

And open half our eyes.
'Twas George diffus'd a vital ray,
And gave the dying nations day:
His influence sooths the Russian bear,
Calms rising wars, and heals the air ;
Join'd with the Sun his beams are hurld

To scatter blessings round the world,
Fulfil whate'er the Muse has spoke,

And crown the work that Anne forsouk.

1702, August 1, 1721.

Friendship, thou charmer of the mind,

Thou sweet deluding ill,
The brightest minute mortals find,

And sharpest hour we feel.

Fate has divided all our shares

Of pleasure and of pain;

In love the comforts and the cares

Are mixt and join'd again.
Angers are made of heavenly things,
And light and love our souls compose,

Bnt whilst in floods our sorrow rolls,
Their bliss within their bosom springs,

And drops of joy are few,
Within their bosom flows.

This dear delight of mingling souls

Serves but to swell our woe.
But narrow minds still make pretence
To search the coasts of Aesh and sense,

Oh! why should bliss depart in haste,
And fetch diviner pleasures thence.

And friendship stay to moan?

Why the fond passion cling so fast,
Men are akin to ethereal forms,

When every joy is gone?
But they belie their nobler birth,
Debase their honour down to Earth,

Yet never let our hearts divide,
And claim a share with worms.

Nor death dissolve the chain:

For love and joy were once allied,
He that has treasures of his own

And must be join'd again.
May leave the cottage or the throne,
May quit the world and dwell alone

Within his spacious mind.
Locke hath a soul wide as the sea,
Calm as the night, bright as the day,

TO NATHANAEL GOULD, ESQ. There may his vast ideas play,

(AFTERWARDS SIR NATHANAEL COULD.) Nor feel a thought confin'd.

1704. 'Tis not hy splendour, or by state,

Exalted mien, or lofty gait,

My Muse takes measures of a king :

If wealth, or height, or bulk will do,
She calls each mountain of Peru

A more majestic thing.
MR. LOCKE'S DANGEROUS SICKNESS, Frown on me, friend, if e'er I boast
Some time after he had retired to study the Scriptures.

O’er fellow-ininds enslav'd in clay,

Or swell when I shall have engross'd
June, 1704.

A larger heap of shining dust,
And must the man of wondrous mind

And wear a bigger load of earth than they. (Now his rich thoughts are just refin'd)

Let the rain world salute me loud,
Forsake our longing eyes?

My thoughts look inward, and forget
Reason at length submits to wear

The sounding names of High and Great,
The wings of Faith; and lo, they rear

The flatteries of the crowd.
Her chariot high, and nobly bear
Her prophet to the skies.

5 The Interest of England, written by Mr. Shute


When Gould commands his ships to run

We claim acquaintance with the skies, And search the traffic of the sea,

Upward our spirits hourly rise, His fleet o'ertakes the falling day,

And there our thoughts employ: And bears the western mines away,

When Heaven shall sign our grand release, Or richer spices from the rising Sun:

We are no strangers to the place, While the glad tenants of the shore

The business, or the joy. Shout and pronounce him senator ,

Yet still the man's the same:
For well the happy merchant knows,
The soul with treasure never grows,

Nor swells with airy fame.

Myto, forbear to call him blest
But trust me, Gould, 'tis lawful pride

That only boasts a large estate, To rise above the mean control

Should all the treasures of the West Of flesh and sense, to which we're tied;

Meet, and conspire to make him great. This is ambition that becomes a soul.

I know thy better thoughts, I know We steer our course up through the skies“; Thy reason can't descend so low. Farewell this barren land:

Let a broad stream with golden sands We ken the heavenly shore with longing eyes,

Through all his meadows roll,
There the dear wealth of spirit lies,

He's but a wretch, with all his lands,
And beckoning angels stand.

That wears a narrow soul.
He swells amidst his wealthy store,
And proudly poizing what he weighs,

In his own scale he fondly lays

Huge heaps of shining ore.

He spreads the balance wide to hold

His manors and his farms,

And cheats the beam with loads of gold Swift as the Sun revolves the day

He hugs between his arms. We hasten to the dead;

So might the plough-buy climb a tree, Slares to the wind we puff away,

When Cræsus mounts his throne, And to the ground we tread.

And both stand up, and smile to see 'Tis air that lends us life, when first

How long their shadow's grown. The vital bellows heave:

Alas! how vain their fancies be
Our flesh we borrow of the dust;

To think that shape their own !
And when a mother's care has nurst
The babe to manly size, we must

Thus mingled still with wealth and state,

Cra-sus himself can never know; With usury pay the grave.

His true dimensions and his weight Rich juleps drawn from precious ore

Are far inferiour to their show. Still tend the dying flame;

Were I so tall to reach the Pole, And plants, and roots, of barbarous name,

Or grasp the ocean with my span, Torn from the Indian shore.

I must be measur'd by my soul :
Thus we support our tottering flesh,

The mindis the standard of the man.
Our cheeks resume the rose afresh,
When bark and steel play well their game

To sare our sinking breath,
And Gibson, with his awful power,

Rescues the poor precarious hour

From the demands of Death.
But art and nature, powers and charms,

Bear up, Sarissa, through the ruffling storms And drugs, and recipes, and forms,

Of a vain vexing world: tread down the cares, Yield us at last to greedy worms

Those ragged thorns that lie across the road, A despicable pry:

Nor spend a tear upon them. Trust the Muse, Pd have a life to call my own,

She sings experienc'd truth: This briny dew, That shall depend on Heaven alone;

This rain of eyes, will make the briers grow. Nor air, nor earth, n-is sea

We travel through a desert, and our feet Mix their base essences with mine,

Have measur'd a fair space, have left behind Nor claim dominion so divine

A thousand dangers, and a thousand snares To give me leave to be.

Well scap'd. Adieu, ye horrours of the dark,

Ye finish'd labours, and ye tedious toils Sore there's a mind within, that reigns

Of days and hours! The twinge of real smart, O'er the dull current of my veins;

And the base terrours of ill-boding dreams, I feel the inward pulse beat high

Vanish together, be alike forgot,
With vigorous immortality:

For ever blended in one common grave.
Let earth resume the flesh it gave,
And breath dissolve amongst the winds;

Farewell, ye waxing and ye waning moons, Gibson, the things that fear a grave,

That we have watch'd behind the flying clouds That I can lose, or you can save,

On night's dark hill, or setting or ascending,

Or in meridian height! Then silence reign'd Are not akin to minds.

O'er half the world; then ye beheld our tears, • Member of parliament for a port in Sussex, Ye witness'd out complaints, our kindred groans,


(Sad harmony!) while with your beamy horns Farewell to growing fame! I leare below Or richer orb ye silver'd o'er the green

A life not half worn out with cares, Where trod our feet, and lent a feeble light

Or agonies, or years; To mourners. Now ye have fulGll'd your round, I leave my country all in tears, Those hours are fed, farewell! Months that are But Heaven demands me upward, and I dare to ge Are gone for ever, and have borne away (güne Amongst ye, friends, divide and share Fach his own load. Our woes and surrows past,

The remnant of my days, Mountainous woes, still lessen as they tly

If ye have patience, and can bear (race Far off. So billows in a storiny sea,

A long fatigue of life, and drudge through all the Wave after wave (a long succession) roll

Hark, my fair guardian chides my stay, Beyond the ken of sight : the sailors, safe,

And waves his golden rod : Look far a-stern till they have lost the storm,

" Angel, I come; lead on the way:" And shout their boisterous joys. A gentler Muse

And now by swift degrees Sings thy dear safety, and commanıis thy cares

I sail aloft through azure seas, To dark oblivion ; buried deep in night,

Now tread the milky road : Lose them, Sarissa, and assist my son.

Farewell, ye planets, in your spheres ; Awake thy voice, sing how the slender line And as the stars are lost, a brighter sky appears Of Fate's immortal Now divides the past

In haste fur Paradise From all the future with eternal bars,

I stretch the pinions of a bolder thought ; Forbidding a return. The past teinptations

Scarce had I will’d, but I was past No more shall vex us; every grief we feel

Deserts of trackless light and all the ethereal waste, Shortens the destin'd number; every pulse

And to the sacred borders brought; Beats a sharp moment of the pain away,

There on the wing a guard of cherubs lies, And the last stroke will come. By swift degrees

Each waves a keen flame as he fies, Time sweeps us off, and we shall soon arrive And well defends the walls from sieges and surprise. At life's sweet period: ( celestial point That ends this mortal story!

With pleasing reverence I behold But if a glimpse of light with flattering ray

The pearly portals wide unfold : . Breaks through the clouds of life, or wandering fire Enter, my soul, and view th' amazing scenes;

Sit fast upon the flying Muse, Amidst the shades invite your doubtful fect,

And let thy ruving wonder Joose
Beware the dancing meteor; faithless guide,

O’er all th' empyreal plains.
That leads the lonesome pilgrim wide astray Noon stands eternal here: here may thy sight
To bogs, and fens, and pits, and certain death!

Drink-in the rays of primogenial light;
Should vicious Pleasure take an angel-form

Here breathe immortal air: And at a distance rise, by slow degrees,

Joy inust beat high in every vein, Treacherous, to wind herself into your heart,

Pleasure through all thy bosom reign ; Stand firm aloof, nor let the gaudy phantom

The laws forbid the stranger, Pain,
Too long allure your gaze: The just delight

And banish every care.
That Heaven indulges lawful must obey
Superior powers ; nor tempt your thoughts too far See how the bubbling springs of love
In slavery to sense, nor swell your hope

Beneath the throne arise;
To dangerous size : If it approach your feet

The streams in crystal channels move, And court your hand, forbid th' intruding joy

Around the golden streets they rove, To sit too near your heart: Still may our souls And bless the mansions of the upper skies. Claim kindred with the skies, nor mix with dust

There a fair grove of knowledge grows, Our better-born affections ; leave the globe

Nor Sin nor Death infects the fruit; A nest for worms, and hasten to our home.

Young Life hangs fresh on all the boughs, O there are gardens of th' immortal kind

And springs from every rout; That crown the heavenly Eden's rising hills

Here may thy greedy senses feast, With beauty and with sweets; no lurking mischief

While ecstasy and health attend on every taste Dwells in the fruit, nor serpent twines the boughs ;

With the fair prospect charm'd I stood; The branches bend laden with life and bliss

Fearless I feed on the delicious fare, Ripe for the taste, but 'tis a steep ascent :

And drink profuse salvation fruin the silver flood, Hold fast the golden chain 7 let down from Heaven,

Nor can excess be there. "Twill help your feet and wings; I feel its force

In sacred order rang'd along, Draw upwards; fastend to the pearly gate

Saints new-releas'd by Death
It guides the way unerring: happy clue

Join the bold seraph's warbling breath,
Through tbis dark wild! 'Twas Wisdom's noblest work, And aid th' immortal song.
All join'd by Power Divine, and every link is love.

Each has a voice that tunes his strings
To inighty sounds and mighty things,

Things of everlasting weight,

Sounds, like the softer viol, sweet,

And, like the trumpet, strong,

Divine attention held my soul,

I was all ear! Young as I am, I quit the stage,

Through all my powers the heavenly accents roll, Nor will I know th' applauses of the age ;

I long'd and wish'd my Bradbury there;

“ Could he but hear these nutes,” I said, 7 The Gospel.

“ His tuneful soul would never bear

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The dull unwinding of life's tedious thread, Charm'd with the pleasure and surprise,
But burst the vital chords to reach the happy dead.” My soul adores, and sings,
And now my tongue prepares to join

“ Blest be the power that springs their flight, The barmony, and with a noble aim

That streaks their path with heavenly light,

That turns their love to sacrifice, Attempts th’nnutterable name, * But faints, confounded by the notes divine ;

And joins their zeal for wings.” Again my soul th' unequal honour sought,

Again her utmost force she brought, (thought. And bow'd beneath the burthen of th' unwieldy Thrice I essay'd, and fainted thrice;

TO MR. C. AND S. FLEETWOOD, Th' immortal labour strain'd my feeble frame,


LEETWOODS, young generous pair, Broke the bright vision, and dissolv'd the dream: Despise the joys that fools pursue; I sunk at once, and lost the skies:

Bubbles are light and brittle too,
In- vain I sought the scenes of light,

Born of the water and the air,
Rolling abroad my longing eyes,

Tried by a standard bold and just
For all around them stood my curtains and the night. Honour and gold and paint and dust ;

How vile the last is, and as vain the first !

Things that the crowd call great and brave,

With me how low their valve's brought !
STRICT RELIGION VERY RARE. Titles and names, and life and breath,
I'm borne aloft, and leave the crowd,

Slaves to the wind and born for death ;
I sail nipon a morning cloud

The soul's the only thing we have Skirted with dawning gold :

Worth an important thought. Mine eyes beneath the open day

The soul! 'tis of th'immorta! kind, Command the globe with wide survey,

Nor form'd of fire, or earth, or wind, (behind. Wbere ants in busy millions play,

Outlives the mouldering corpse, and leaves the globe And tug and heave the mould.

In limbs of clay though she appears, " Are these the things (my passion cried)

Array'd in rosy skin, and deck'd with ears and eyes,

The flesh is but the soul's disguise,
That we call men are these allied
To the fair worlds of light?

There's nothing in her frame’kin to the dress she wears. They have ras'd out their Maker's name,

From all the laws of matter free, Graven on their minds with pointed name

From all we feel, and all we see, In strokes divinely bright.

She stands eternally distinct, and must for ever be. " Wretches! they hate their native skies :

Rise then, my thoughts, on high, If an ethereal thought arise,

Soar beyond all that's made to die; Or spark of virtue shine,

Lọ! on an awful throne With cruel force they damp its plumes,

Sits the Creator and the Judge of souls,

Whirling the planets round the poles, [on. Choke the young fire with sensual fumes,

Winds off our threads of life, and brings our periods With business, lust, or wine.

Swift the approach, and solemn is the day, “ Lo! how they throng with panting breath

When this immortal mind, The broad descending road

Stript of the body's coarse array, That leads unerring down to Death,

To endless pain, or endless joy, Nor miss the dark abode.”

Must be at once consign'd.
Thus while I drop a tear or two

Think of the sands run down to waste,
On the wild herd, a noble few
Dare to stray upward, and pursue

We possess none of all the past,

None but the present is our own; Th’ unbeaten way to God.

Grace is not plac'd within our power, I meet Myrtillo mounting high,

'Tis but one short, one shining hour, I know bis candid soul afar;

Bright and declining as a setting sun. Here Dorylus and Thyrsis fly,

See the white minutes wing'd with haste; Each like a rising star.

The Now that flies may be the last; Charin I saw and Fidea there,

Seize the salvation ere 'tis past, I saw them help each other's fight,

Nor mourn the blessing gone : And bless them as they go;

A thought's delay is ruin here, They soar beyond my labouring sight,

A closing eye, a gasping breath, and leave their loads of mortal care,

Shuts up the golden scene in death, But not their love, below.

And drowns you în despair.
On Heaven, their home, they fix their eyes,

The temple of their God :
With morning incense up they rise
Sublime, and through the lower skies

TO WILLIAM BLACKBOURN, ESQ. Spread the perfumes abroad.

CASIMIR. LIB. II. OD. 2. IMITATED. Across the road a seraph flew,

Quæ tegit canas modo Bruma valles, &c. * Mark (said he) that happy pair, Marriage belps devotion there:

Mark how it snows! how fast the valley fills ! When kindred minds their God pursue,

And the sweet groves the hoary garment wear ; They break with double vigour through

Yet the warın sun-beams bunding from the hills The dull incumbent air,"

Shall melt the veil away, and the young green appear.

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