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An ode in imitation of the second ode of the third book of Horace by Mr. Prior.
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Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721.; Horace. Carmina Liber 3:2.
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1692
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Wing P3514; ESTC R8273
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AN ODE In Imitation of the SECOND ODE OF The Third BOOK OF HORACE By Mr. PRIOR AN ODE c. I. HOW long deluded Albion wilt Thou lie In the Lethargic Sleep the sad Repose By which thy close thy constant Enemy Has softly lull'd Thee to Thy Woes Or Wake degenerate Isle or Cease to own What Thy Old Kings in Gallic Camps have done The Spoils They brought Thee back the Crowns They won WILLIAM so Fate requires again is Arm'd Thy Father to the Field is gone Again MARIA Weeps Her absent Lord For Thy Repose content to Rule alone Are Thy Enervate Sons not yet Alarm'd When WILLIAM Fights dare they look tamely on So slow to get their Ancient Fame Restor'd As nor to melt at Beauties Tears nor follow Valours Sword II. See the Repenting Isle Awakes Her Vicious Chains the generous Goddess breaks The Foggs around Her Temples are Dispell'd Abroad She Looks and Sees Arm'd Belgia stand Prepar'd to meet their common Lords Command Her Lions Roaring by Her Side Her Arrows in Her Hand And Blushing to have been so long withheld Weeps off Her Crime and hastens to the Field Henceforth Her Youth shall be inur'd to bear Hazardous Toil and Active War To march beneath the Dog-Stars raging Heat Patient of Summers Drought and Martial Sweat And only Grieve in Winters Camps to find Its Days too short for Labours They design'd All Night beneath hard heavy Arms to Watch All Day to Mount the Trench to Storm the Breach And all the rugged Paths to tread Where WILLIAM and His Virtue lead III. Silence is the Soul of War Deliberate Counsel must prepare The Mighty Work which Valour must compleat Thus WILLIAM Rescued thus Preserves the State Thus Teaches Us to Think and Dare As whilst his Cannon just prepar'd to Breath Avenging Anger and swift Death In the try'd Mettle the close Dangers glow And now too late the Dying Foe Perceives the Flame yet cannot ward the Blow So whilst in WILLIAM's Breast ripe Counsels lie Secret and sure as Brooding Fate No more of His Design appears Than what Awakens Gallia's Fears And though Guilts Eye can sharply penetrate Distracted Lewis can discry Only a long unmeasur'd Ruine nigh IV. On Norman Coasts and Banks of frighted Seine Lo the Impending Storms begâ—n Britannia safely through her Masters Sea Plows up her Victorious Way The French Salmoneus throws his Bolts in vain Whilst the true Thunderer asserts the Main 'T is done to Shelves and Rocks his Fleets retire Swift Victory in Vengeful Flames Burns down the Pride of their Presumptuous Names They run to Shipwrack to avoid our Fire And the torn Vessels that regain their Coast Are but sad Marks to shew the rest are lost All this the Mild the Beauteous Queen has done And WILLIAM's softer half shakes Lewis ' Throne MARIA does the Sea command Whilst Gallia flies her Husband's Arms by Land So the Sun absent with full sway the Moon Governs the Isles and rules the Waves alone So Iuno thunders when her Iove is gone Iö Britannia loose thy Oceans Chains Whilst Russell strikes the Blow Thy Queen ordains Thus Rescued thus Rever'd for ever stand And bless the Counsel and Reward the Hand Iö Britannia thy MARIA Reigns V. From MARY's Conquests and the Rescued Main Let France look forth to Sambre's armed Shore And boast her Joy for WILLIAM's Death no more He lives let France confess the Victor lives Her Triumphs for his Death were vain And spoke her Terrour of his Life too plain The mighty years begin the day draws nigh In which That One of Lewis ' many Wives Who by the baleful force of guilty Charms Has long enthraul'd Him in Her wither'd Arms Shall o're the Plains from distant Towers on high Cast a-round her mournful Eye And with Prophetick Sorrow cry Why does my ruin'd Lord retard his flight Why does despair provoke his Age to fight As well the Wolf may venture to engage The angry Lyons generous rage The ravenous Vultur and the Bird of Night As safely tempt the stooping Eagles flight As Lewis to unequal Arms defy Yon' Heroe crown'd with blooming Victory Just triumphing o're Rebel rage restrain'd And yet unbreath'd from Battels gain'd See! all yon' dusty Fields quite cover'd o're With Hostil Troops and ORANGE at their Head ORANGE destin'd to compleat The great Designs of labouring Fate ORANGE the Name that Tyrants Dread He comes our ruin'd Empire is no more Down like the Persian goes the Gallic Throne Darius flies young Ammon urges on VI. Now from the dubious Battel 's mingled heat Let Fear look back and stretch her hasty Wing Impatient to secure a base retreat Let the pale Coward leave his Wounded King For the vile privilege to breath To live with shame in dread of glorious Death In vain for Fate has swifter Wings than fear She follows hard and strikes Him in the rear Dying and Mad the Traytor bites the ground His Back transfix'd with a Dishonest Wound Whilst through the fiercest Troops and thickest Press Virtue carries on Success Whilst equal Heaven guards the distinguisht brave And Armies cannot hurt whom Angels save VII Virtue to Verse immortal Lustre gives Each by the other's mutual Friendship lives Aeneas suffer'd and Achilles fought The Heroes acts enlarg'd the Poets thought Or Virgil's Majesty and Homer's Rage Had ne're like lasting Nature vanquish'd Age Whilst Lewis then his rising Terrour drowns With Drums Alarms and Trumpets Sounds Whilst hid in arm'd Retreats and guarded Towns From Danger as from Honour far He bribes close Murder against open War In vain you Gallic Muses strive With labour'd Verse to keep his Fame alive Your mouldring Monuments in vain ye raise On the weak Basis of the Tyrants Praise Your Songs are sold your Numbers are Prophane 'T is Incense to an Idol given Meat offer'd to Prometheus ' Man That had no Soul from Heaven Against his Will you chain your frighted King On rapid Rhine's divided Bed And Mock your Heroe whilst ye Sing The Wounds for which he never bled Falshood does poyson on your Praise defuse And Lewis ' fear gives Death to Boileau's Muse. VIII On it 's own Worth True Majesty is rear'd And Virtue is her own Reward With solid Beams and Native Glory bright She neither Darkness dreads nor covets Light True to Her self and fix't to inborn Laws Nor sunk by spight nor lifted by Applause She from Her settled Orb looks calmly down On Life or Death a Prison or a Crown When bound in double Chains poor Belgia lay To foreign Arms and inward strife a Prey Whilst One Good Man buoy'd up Her sinking State And Virtue labour'd against Fate When fortune basely with ambition joyn'd And all was conquer'd but the Patriots mind When Storms let loose and raging Seas Just ready the torn Vessel to o'rewhelm Forc'd not the faithful Pilot from his Helm Nor all the Syren Songs of future Peace And dazling Prospect of a promis'd Crown Could lure
his stubborn Virtue down But against Charms and Threats and Hell He stood To that which was severely good Then had no Trophies justified his Fame No Poet blest his Song with NASSAW's Name Virtue alone did all that Honour bring And Heaven as plainly pointed out The KING As when He at the Altar stood In all his Types and Robes of Power Whilst at His Feet Religious Britain bow'd And own'd him next to what We there Adore IX Say joyful Maese and Boin's Victorious Flood For each has mixt his Waves with Royal Blood When WILLIAM's Armies past did He retire Or view from far the Battel 's distant Fire Could He believe His Person was too dear Or use His Greatness to conceal His Fear Could Prayers or Sighs the dauntless Heroe move Arm'd with Heaven's Justice and His People's Love Through the first Waves He wing'd His Vent'rous Way And on the Adverse Shore arose Ten thousand flying Death 's in vain oppose Like the great Ruler of the Day With Strength and Swiftness mounting from the Seas Like Him all Day He Toil'd but long in Night The God had eas'd His wearied light ' Ere Vengeance left the stubborn Foes Or WILLIAM's Labours found repose When His Troops falter'd stept not He between Restor'd the dubious Fight again Mark'd out the Coward that durst fly And led the fainting Brave to Victory Still as she fled Him did He not o'ertake Her doubtful course still brought Her Bleeding back By His keen Sword did not the Boldest fall Was He not King Commander Souldier All His Dangers such as with becoming Dread His Subjects yet Un-Born shall Weep to Read And were not those the only Days that ere The Pious Prince refus'd to hear His Friends Advices or His Subjects Prayer X. Where e're old Rhine his fruitful Water turns Or fills his Vassals Tributary Urns To Belgia's sav'd Dominions and the Sea Whose righted Waves rejoice in WILLIAM's sway Is there a Town where Children are not Taught Here Holland Prosper'd for here ORANGE Fought Through Rapid Waters and through flying Fire Here rush'd the Prince Here made whole France retire By different Nations be this Valour blest In different Languages confest And then let Shannon Speak the rest Let Shannon Speak how on her wond'ring Shore When Conquest hov'ring on his Arms did wait And only ask'd some Lives to Bribe her o're The God-like Man the more than Conqueror With high Contempt sent back the specious Bait And Scorning Glory at a Price too great With so much Power such Piety did joyn As made a Perfect Virtue Soar A Pitch unknown to Man before And lifted Shannon's Waves o'er those of Boyne XI Nor do his Subjects only share The Prosp'rous Fruits of His Indulgent Reign His Enemies approve the Pious War Which with their Weapon takes away their Chain More than His Sword His Goodness strikes His Foes They Bless His Arms and Sigh they must oppose Justice and Freedom on his Conquests wait And 't is for Man's Delight that He is Great Succeeding Times shall with long Joy contend If He were more a Victor or a Friend So much His Courage and His Mercy strive He Wounds to Cure and Conquers to Forgive XII Ye Heroes that have Fought Your Countries Cause Redress'd Her Injuries or Form'd Her Laws To my Advent'rous Song just Witness bear Assist the Pious Muse and hear Her Swear That 't is no Poet's Thought no Flight of Youth But solid Story and severest Truth That WILLIAM Treasures up a greater Name Than any Country any Age can Boast And all that Ancient Stock of Fame He did from His Fore-Fathers take He has improv'd and gives with Interest back And in His Constellation does unite Their scatter'd Rays of Fainter Light Above or Envy's lash or Fortunes Wheel That settled Glory shall for ever dwell Above the Rowling Orbs and common Sky Where nothing comes that e're shall Die. XIII Where Roves the Muse Where thoughtless to return Is her short liv'd Vessel Born By Potent Winds too subject to be tost And in the Sea of WILLIAM's Praises lost Nor let her tempt that Deep nor make the Shore VVhere our abandon'd Youth She sees Shipwrackt in Luxury and lost in Ease VVhom nor Britannia's Danger can alarm Nor WILLIAM's Exemplary Virtue warm Tell 'em howe'er the King can yet Forgive Their Guilty Sloath their Homage yet Receive And let their wounded Honour live But sure and sudden be their just Remorse Swift be their Virtues rise and strong its Course For though for certain Years and destin'd Times Merit has lain confus'd with Crimes Though Iove seem'd Negligent of human Cares Nor Scourg'd our Follies nor return'd our Prayers His Justice now Demands the equal Scales Sedition is Supprest and Truth Prevails Fate it 's great Ends by slow Degrees Attains And Europe is Redeem'd and WILLIAM Reigns FINIS (a) Augustam amici Pauperiem pati Robustus acri Militiâ Puer Condiscat Parthos feroces Vexet eques metuendus hastâ (b) Vitamque sub Dio trepidis agat In rebus (c) Est fideli tuta silentio Merces c. (e) Illum ex maenibus hosticis Matrona bellantis Tyranni Prospiciens adulta virgo Suspiret eheu ne rudis agminum Sponsus lacessat regius asperam Tactu leonem quem cruenta Per medias rapit ira Caedes (f) Dulce decorum est pro patriâ mori Mors fugacem prosequitur Virum Nec parcit imbellis Iurentae Poplitibus timidoque tergo (g) Virtus repulsae nescia sordidae Intaminatis fulget honoribus Nec ponit aut sumit secures Arbitrio popularis aurae (g) Virtus repulsae nescia sordidae Intaminatis fulget honoribus Nec ponit aut sumit secures Arbitrio popularis aurae (g) Virtus recludens immeritis Mori Coelum negatâ tentat iter viâ Coetusque vulgares udam Spernit humum fugiente pennâ (h) Saepe Diespiter Neglectus incesto addidit Integrum Rario antecedentem Scelestum Deseruit Pede poena Claudo