Who would not Vows with zealous duty pay? Who would not Offerings at this Altar lay? At once the Victim and the Priest I prove, And hourly Sacrifice in pureft Love; Flames preffing Flames, yet dare wish no return,

Save your excufe that I prefume to Burn.

AN

Ode on the Duke of Marlborough.

By another Hand.

W Hat Pow'r of Words can equal thy Re

nown,

Illuftrious God of War? What Mufe can raise
Numbers fufficient for thy Praise ?
Thalia, Arethufa, skill'd in Song,
The mighty Task decline

To Churchill's Race the Theam belongs,
(Churchill's Race tranfcend the Nine.
'Tis Sunderland alone that muft infpire,

She fhares the Godlike Hero's Fire ; And She must tune the Voice, and animate

the Lyre.

Marlborough

O Marlborough, her Influence shall supply
The Poet's mean Ability;
Whilft he to Sing prepares

The Tryumphs of thy Wars;

The Terror of thy Conq'ring Arms, Which freed the Empire from Alarms, And ftruck the trembling Gaul with Panic Fears.

Lewis, once cell'd, The Great,

In Thee beholds his Fate;
At Schellemberg thou let'ft him fee
An Action worthy of Thy Caufe and Thee :
On Bleinheim's Fatal Plain,

Thousands on Thousands flain,
Told the infulting Foe again,
That Marlborough, arm'd in Anna's Cause,
To injur'd Nations should restore

Their Rights, their Liberties and Laws. Forfaken Justice shall no longer mourn, Uninterrupted Streams of Faith return, Now Marlborough's thund'ring Arms has broke the Tyrant's Pow'r.

What Piramids of Praise!

What Wreaths of never-dying Bays Shall Crown thy Glorious Head? Who to fure Conqueft do'ft thy Armies lead. The Paffage of the Granic Flood, Which has fo many Ages stood, Renown'd in Gracian Story:

With

With all young Ammon's Deeds, are but a

Foil

To the Superior Action of the Dyle,

And only ferve to raise the Luftre of thy Glory.
The Heroes of Antiquity,

Great Pompey, Cafar, Anthony, and He
Who Kindred claim'd with Jove,
Shall blush to fee

Themselvesfall fhort,foinfinitely short of Thee.

And oh! Thou Eldest Son of Fame!
How shall we enough adore thy Name?
To praise Thee as we ought,

The Spirit of our Lays,

Should equal that with which our Heroe
fought,

And gain'd Immortal Fame at Rammellies.
But Numbers are too flow,

So faft thy mighty Conquefts flow
Such is the Terror of thy Sword,
So quick the yielding Cities bow,
To recognize their rightful Lord.
Joyful Iberia fhall declare

The Wonders thou haft done for her;
Admiring Europe fhall confefs,

To Thee, they owe the Charms of Peace,

And Nations Emulous shall Crown thy vast
Succefs.

Thrice happy Britain! Glorious Ifle!
On Thee, the refcu'd Princes finile,
And blefs thy fruitful Plains,
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From whence their great Deliv'rer came;
Where Marlborough drew his Vital
Flame,

And mighty 4NNA reigns.
But oh! amidst th'extreameft Joy
Of thy Exulting Swains,

How are thy Bards depreft!

What dire Confufion fills their Breast!
When anxious they behold

The British General, with greater Ease,
Vanquish the Nation's Enemies,

Than they find Words to celebrate his Victo

ries.

The Brave Roman.

T

By another Hand.

He noble Aelius had the Augur's Word Much turn depended on a dappled Bird; That us'd to perch upon his rev'rend Crown, While he fate judging, and adorn'd the Gown; The Mag-pye fav'd, his Family fhould Thrive, Not fo his Country, was fhe kept alive; Fates were inverted, if by Him fhe dies, His own muft Sink, and Rome to Greatness rife, The

The good old Man scorn'd leisure for Debate, Bit off her Head, and rais'd the Publick State. All worthy Patriots fhould like Aelius aim, Thus to perform, and have no end but Fame.

Epitaph on a Young Gentleman reported to Die for Love.

By the fame Hand.

Ere lies Philander in this gloomy State,

High the left Pap he met his linguering

Fate,

With Pray'rs,love'sfees, he ply'd a pow'rful fair,
Beauty's the best Phyfitian for Despair;
But oh! She proudly fcorn'd the Whining
Swain,

Fir'd him with Charms, and kill'd him with
Difdain.

If Burning the right way to Heav'n be counted,

He fella Martyr, and his Soul is mounted ; Who would not covet Flames, like him to

rife?

He fought but Earthly Joys, and gains the

Skies.

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