younger Brethren to themselves prefer'd 4. And is there here a place for me To sit awhile and see For sure it were too much t' enjoy The glorious Solemnity Oh! in this happy place let me but serve I scarce can wish for more and I much less deserve CONTENT A Pastoral Dialogue Thyrsis BY your Pipe 's leave good Damon say If thou canst ought but sing and play Why when all the Swains complain These of Drought and those of Rain Some that Ewes unnat'ral prove Some pine for Envy some for Love Only thou of all the Swains With Songs and Smiles divert'st the Plains Say my gentle Shepherd say Why art thou so blith and gay Damon Rather Shepherd tell me why If Swains will be Fools must I Play the Fool for Company Swains unwisely do complain Some of Drought and some of Rain They may thank themselves for what 's amiss They make their own Unhappiness Some wish and see their Flocks increase They gain Wealth but lose their Peace Folds enlarg'd enlarge their Care Who have much for much must fear Others see their Flocks decay With their Flocks they pine away The Shepherd who would happy be Must not seek Causes for his Joy Must not for Pretences tarry But be unreasonably merry Thyr. But Damon if thy Folds decrease If Frost thy falling Lambkins seize Does not thy Breast with Sorrow swell Dam. No yet I love my Lambkins well Whatsoe'r by Pan is sent Still I think a Blessing meant If he will retrench my store He takes but what he gave before Life 's an Art and Happiness A Knack which Swains may learn with ease Thyr. Ah! gentle Shepherd only show How I may blest and happy grow This Sheep-Crook which I long have kept See! 't is rich Wood and finely shap'd 'T was good Menalcas's Legacy When he left the World and me Damon that falling Tear forgive Menalcas did deserve my Grief He the pretty Sheep-crook gave Which oft did my Lycoris crave Oft she crav'd but ne'er could gain Yet shew me this and it is thine Dam. I too can boast t' have shar'd a part When time was in Menalcas Heart And Thyrsis for his sake I 'll show How thou may'st blest and happy grow Yet thou shalt keep thy Sheep-crook too Not that I pretend to be From Troubles or from Passion free But still my Thoughts I fasten there Where I find least ground for Care Heav'n wisely tempers Humane Life Wisely mingles Joy and Grief And I still chuse to mind the best Let who will think upon the rest If Frost my falling Lambs destroy Yet my Ewes I still enjoy But if they should perish too Yet I Methinks were blest enow Still my Pipe and Verse remain The Poem Alcon brag'd was mine Sometimes my other Songs I 've shew'd And Shepherds seem to think they 're good Yes and they call me Poet too But I 'm too wise to think it true Vdemia sweetest fairest Mâ—id For her these two white Kids I feed The Gift is hearty tho' but small In Gifts the Giver's Mind is all For her I wish my Flock's increase Yet she shall never break my Peace I 'm blest enough if kind she prove If not she do'nt deserve my Love Thyr. Hold a while good Damon hold Yonder Ram has broke the Fold 'T is a cross unlucky thing Go there Lightfoot fetch him in Shepherd now resume thy Lays And I 'll crown thy head with Bays Dam. If tuneful Birds salute the Spring From the Birds I learn to sing If the Heavens laugh a while From the Heav'ns I learn to smile But if Mists obscure the Day And black Clouds fright the Sun away I never dread the angry Sky Why should I think it frownâ— on me I to my peaceful Cell retreat Yonder see the homely Seatâ— 'T is what Nature did provide Nature I ever make my Guiâ—e There I sit and there I play Cheat my Cares and Hours away Reflect on honest Pleasures past Or which I shall hereafter tast Think on the Time when I shall be From Clouds and Storms for ever free Plac'd in Elysium where they say Blest Ghosts enjoy Eternal Day Eternal Spring where all the year The Fields their freshest Honours wear So I heard old Sophron say I heard and almost wish'd to die In vain the sullen Heavens scowl Storms and Tempests round me howl I make fair Weather in my Soul All Occasions I embrace Which may give me Joy and Peace And drive bad Objects from my Thought What can't be cur'd is best forgot Now say my honest Thyrsis say Why should not I be blith and gay Thyr. Be ever blith be ever gay Pan reward thy Courtesie Blessings on thy Pipe and thee Health to thy Flock Peace to thy Mind And be thy lov'd Vdemia kind To the King 1 NO Rest no Leisure to the breathless Muse No Respite Mighty Monarch you allow As if your Conquests might be sung by us With as much Ease as they are gain'd by you 2. But where Ah! where 's that sinewy Son of Wit Who can sufficient Strength for Verse supply If each bold Foe fresh Triumphs must beget And you subdue as fast as they can fly 3. If to each vanquish'd Realm a Verse be due And sure a vanquish'd Realm deserves no less The Nine must yield themselves o'er power'd too And but by Silence publish your Success 4. Methinks with Ease and Pleasure we could pay To your great Name a yearly Tax of Wit But ah who knows what Years to come may be Alass there 's a whole World unconquer'd yet 5. When disintangled from Domestick War The full Strength of your Arm shall there be shown Where our Third Edward and Fifth Henry where You th' greater Heroe have such wonders done 6. Then Monthly daily Conquests must engage Our Pens till all the Fund of Wit be spent Till we sit dumb and like impoverish'd Age In vain our past Extravagance repent 7. Yet shall the future rob the present shall We be unjust for Fear of being poor Let 's pay this Debt 't will be excusable Ingratitude when we can give no more 8. Accept then happy Prince our grateful Praise For mighty Deeds which you alone could do Accept the only Trophies we can raise For Dangers you alone could undergoe 9. Witness that dreadful yet that lucky Day When random Deaths unfear'd about you flew When one bold Ruffian-shot as through the Sky It took it's Flight durst aim it self at you 10. But the wing'd Fate your Guardian Angel saw And with officious Hast he put it by Yet by a gentle Stroke did th' Danger shew Lest the kind Office should unheeded die 11. Soon as the dismal Chance was whisper'd round The Legions trembling stood and scarce drew Breath As if the Army had receiv'd a Wound And from your Bruise each man had fear'd his Death 12. Fate in all other Shapes they could despise To kill and die their Pleasure and their Trade But now their Souls unusual Horrors seize
Death their great Master in this form they dread 13. But when next Morn you led them forth to fight Fearless and chearful march'd th' imbatteld host Resolv'd that slaughter'd Enemies e're Night Should pay large Int'rest for the Blood you lost 14. Bu◠〈◊〉 bold Muse shall sing that glorious Day When led by Fame through Boyn's Rebellious Flood Tho' Foes and Nature did obstruct your Way Ev'n Foes and Nature you at once subdu'd 15. There em'lous Nations from your Royal Breath Dreading Repulse did Wounds and Dangers crave From you each begg'd the foremost place in Death And almost envy'd Foes the Wounds they gave 16. In vain they beg'd you chose your self aâ—◠〈◊〉 Th' impotent Troops where thickest â—â—â—ager lay The doubtful Enemy half fought half fled Asham'd to live and yet afraid to die 17. O! what a Scene of Blood did thâ—n appear Death too that day a mighty Conquest gain'd Thick Widow'd Souls fled trembling through the air As if they fear'd another Death behind 18. Malicious Spirits throng'd the upper Air Their Nostrils with fat Steams of Blood to feast The King of Terrors reign'd unquestion'd there Mere Carcasses his settled Pow'r confest 19 But here did â—â—re its work unfinish'd shew Imperâ—eâ—â— Life lay strugling thro' the Wound 〈◊〉 grumbling Soul curst the too gentleâ—â—e 〈◊〉 Body 〈◊〉 aâ—â— champ'd thâ— purple ground 20. Let others sing how you with angry Hast Pursu'd your Conquest o'er the bloody Plain Pursu'd as long as Rage and Day did last As long as Foes were found who dar'd be slain 21. Stay thou my Muse and drop a pious Tear Where by bold hands the aged Gen'ral lies There let fresh Garlands flourish all the year And o'er his Urn Eternal Laurels rise 22. The aged Gen'ral who nurst up in War Grown old in Fights yet none successless knew And now his Fall undecent would appear But in the Field and when victorious too 23. And now proceed the Conqu'ring King attend But lo he 's gone like Lightning cuts his way See! Fame her self lies panting far behind And only Conquest bears him Company 24. Whither Great Prince ah whither will you press Stake not that Life against a worthless Foe For which all Kingdoms were too mean a Price England has all she asks while she has you 25. Yet you for us uncertain Chances prove To Fame through Toil and Danger force your way Tho' here soft Ease and a fond Peoples Love And a yet fonder Princess court your stâ—y 26. A Princess worthy Partner of your Throne No ornamental Burthen useless Pride A Princess You ev'n warlike You may own Who can your Cares as well as Joys divide 27. You here in soft ignoble Ease might sit And dictate Battles from a lazy Throne You by vicarious Courage might grow great And crown your Front with Laurels not your own 28. But Greatness you thro' arduous Paths pursue You share in Danger as in Fame require And scarce your Health its needful Care allow Your Peoples Fase is all that you desire 29. So the kind Sun with never ceasing Toil Large Journeys takes its Blessings to dispense But the dull Earth sits idle all the while And undisturb'd enjoys it's Influence ETERNITY A Pindarique ODE 1. COme Goddess come said I Thou who to thy Golden Lyre Sing'st mighty Men and mighty Things Come and with uncommon Strains Inspire my ravish'd Soul Teach me new flights of Thought and Verse Verse wond'rous sweet Thoughts wond'rous high Which may deserve my Theme 〈…〉 unfetter'd from the Clog of Rhime Bâ—ar me aloft 〈◊〉 pâ—â—haps from any height May a full Prospect have O◠〈◊〉 wiâ—◠〈◊〉 oâ— Eternity Tâ—â— Muâ—â— obâ—â—â—â—nt came and I â—â—on â—id 〈◊〉 to thingâ— bâ—low And 〈◊〉 â—n the Poeâ—â— Mysâ—ie Horse Wâ—â—◠〈…〉 fancy's Emblem true Tâ—◠〈…〉 upward till Thro that 〈◊〉 Curtain which â—â—â—ps thâ—â—◠〈…〉 hid from Mortal Sight I came or â—t â—â—â—h Aâ—â—e the sâ—â—â—ry Forâ—ix of the Sky 〈◊〉 Ideal World where Angels breath Aâ—ther refin'd Whâ—re they mysterious Truths Discover at one Glance intuitive Where things unmade and made in their first Patterns lie 2 I stood and fix'd my Eye in â—â— Upon Eâ—â—rnity And fain would learn what that great Name contâ—in'd What Nature and in any Bounds it had Whether it were an â—ndless Round of Years Where Suns in vain their annual Courses run Still the same Point returns And Labours finish'd only bring them back Fresh Labours to begin Or whether one fix'd undivided Point In which past present and to come Daughters of variation have no place If it were Twin to the Almighty Pow'r Or only He himself I gaz'd but ah the Object was too bright And mortal Sight too weak Sometimes methought I saw it plain And 't was a glorious Sight But soon in broken Mists away it danc'd And left mishapen Figures in mine Eye Yet not despairing a brisk Thought I chose Long wing'd and made for hasty Flight Which I had oft successfully employ'd To search the Regions Intellectual Her I sent off to see If any where flat Shore or butting Cape Appear'd to terminate the wild Abyss Or if perhaps at distance she might hear The breaking Billows rutt upon the Beach But after wandring long And many fruitless Gyres Back to her Ark she panting came And by short Breath and drooping Wings Confest no Land was to be found No where to rest her weary Foot But all was one vast Globe and Ocean 3. For thee great Name what will not Mortalâ— daâ—e For thee alike the Good and Impious strive Certain to raise to raise a durable Regardless whether good or evil Fame For thee Erostratus bold Villain dar'd Destroy th' Ephesian Temple with it's Goddess Vain Idol but not such to him Tho' her fond Vot'ries feign She absent was that Night Attending at the Birth Of the great Macedonian Conquerour Beneath the lofty Roof he stood And upward cast an Envious Look And shall these VValls said he Remain the VVonder of all Nations And endless Ages yet to come VVhen I shall be forgotten in the Grave Nay but Ill try by this great Action which Perhaps fond Men will not call Good To make my self Immortal as the Goddess Perhaps all future Times will curse my Name Let them they must remember what they curse He said And in the kindled Ball he threw VVhich soon thro' all the House It 's sulphurous Infection spread Up rose the Flames Crackling and in their pitchy Arms To Cinders crush'd the VVonder of the World And Pride of Ephesus So daring so extravagant a Crime Could the thirst of Eternity persuade 4. But how much better thâ—y VVho climbing to the same Eternity Yet trod the paths of Vertue and of Honour Heroes who bravely diâ—d Their Countries Fall preventing by their own This was the Purchase of their Sufferings Ev'n dying still they hop'd The loss of some few wretchâ—d Years Should be repaid with everlasting Fâ—me This from all Nations drâ—w Young daring Champions to th' Olympian Plains For this the
deep Amaze I to my Chieftains and my Father first Disclose the Prodigies and ask their Thoughts Unanimous they all agree to leave The treach'rous unhospitable Shore To Polydore we Fun'ral Rites perform'd Made him a Tomb of Earth and Altars rais'd To the infernal Pow'rs with Purple Fillets And Cypress Garlands mournfully adorn'd VVith Hair dishevel'd stood the Trojan Dames Bowls frothing with warm Milk and hallow'd Gore VVe sacrifice and to the quiet Grave Commit his Ghost and hail him off to Rest. Part of the Fourth Book ALready was the Queen struck deep with Love The sly Disease creeps circling round her Veins And secret Flames within prey on her Heart The Hero's Vertue and his Country's Fame Are the perpetual Objects of her Thought Still present she beholds his Charming Face His charming Voice still Ecchoes in her Ears By careful Love kept waking all the Night Now had next morning Sun with radiant Light Gilded the East and dewy Night dispell'd When to her Sister thus distracted she Unfolds her secret Grief Ah! dearest Ann What mean these troubled thoughts which break my nights And to my weary Eye-lids grant no rest What noble Stranger do we entertain How charming are his Looks how brave his Soul VVell I believe and justly I believe That he indeed is sprung of Race Divine Base low-born Souls are by their Fear betray'd VVhat Shocks of adverse Fortune bravely born VVhat hard Exploits of War did he relate VVere not my Soul unalterably fix'd No more to link my self in Nuptial Bands Since my first Love by Death was disappointed Did I not hate the name of Love and Wedlock To this one Fault perhaps I could submit For I must own since poor Sichaeus dy'd And stain'd with Blood his Brother 's guilty Walls None e'er so far inclin'd my Soul to Love Nor were my Resolutions e'er so shock'd I feel my former â—lame returning strong But may the yawning Earth first swallow me Or Thunder strike me to the Shades below Pale Shades of Frebus and Night profound â—'er I the Laws of Chastity transgress No he who first my Vows and Heart engag'd He bore away my Love to his cold Grave There let it lie buried with him for ever Thus said she mournful and with show'rs of Tears Water'd her Bosom when thus Ann replies O dearer to thy Sister than this Light Why will you lose the pretious Bloom of Youth In solitary Grief nor know the Joys Of pretty Babes and all the Sweets of Love Think you cold Ashes and departed Souls Regard such Matter or suppose they do He cannot think you easie who so long Remain'd irreconcileable to Love Nor could Iarbas nor what other Chiefs Victorious Affrick breeds acceptance find And will you still resist the Charms of Love Regard at least the Dangers of your State On every side by warlike Neighbours girt Hâ—re fierce Getulians spread their Conqu'ring Arms And wild Numidians there a Desart wide And the far ravaging Darceans lie What need I mind you of your Brother's Threats And Wars prepar'd to follow us from Tyre To me the Trojans seem by Heaven sent And Juno's friendly Care to be our Guard Strengthen'd by such Alliance how shall we Adâ—ance your growing State to what a height Of Glory shall you see your Carthage rise Only do you by Pray'r and Sacrifice Propitiate Heav'n then to your Guest be kind And frame Excuses for his longer stay The stormy Season and tempestuous Stars His shatter'd Fleet and the unruly Sky Thus she with Words fuel'd her am'rous Flame Wip'd off all Shame and let her loose to Love CHRIST Born A Pastoral A Trend ye Shepherds to my rural Song Rural but sweet and with high matter fraught My Meditation while full of Thought From Fairfield's ever hospitable Seat Great in it self but in it's Owners more Swains must not flatter but may give just Praise To aged Severn's rocky Shore I walk And roam the Fields heedless of any Path For so I use a poor contented Swain Sweet are the Fields to them who early walk And pleasant sounds from far the murm'ring Sea Attend ye Shepherds to my rural Song Safe are your Flocks nor tedious is my Verse Disdaming humble Furzes and low Shrubs Fond Shepherds wanton Loves and sordid Cares To higher Thoughts I tune my Past'ral Reed Such as Sicilian Muse of old ne'er joyn'd To oaten Pipe nor he who Mantua bred Nor could tho' sweeter far his Lays than mine I the great Shepherd sing whose wond'rous Birth Angelic Quires to humble Shepherds sung An arduous but not improper Task Since all to Shepherds and their Flocks confin'd Attend ye Shepherds to my rural Song Safe are your Flocks nor tedious is my Verse In Bethlem's verdant Pastures round their Folds Shepherds by Night their careful Watches kept Fearless of Blastings Dews and midnight Cold So great their Love of Flocks or Thirst of Gain By chance together they had pitch'd their Folds Protected safer thus by mutual Aid Where after each had walk'd his nightly Rounds They met and as befell mix'd various Chat Yet not of am'rous Toys or female Guiles But with wise Talk deceiv'd the Hours of Night What mean said one and round he tuckt his Cloak Close to his Breast as bent on long Discourse VVhat mean the People who on tiptoe stand Expecting the Deliv'rer who should come And rescue Israel from long Servitude For so I heard when to the Temple late I drove my tender Lambs meek Offerings These careful Watches then we need not keep Tame Wolves and Lambs shall then together play Lions with fearless Kids so 't is foretold Attend ye Shepherds to my rural Song Safe are your Flocks nor tedious is my Verse Are now the years fulfill'd is this the time VVhere our inspired Prophets have foretold A Branch of Jesse sprung from David's Loyns His Father's Scepter shall resume and rule All Nations and whose Reign shall never end Sure when he comes we shall not be forgot For David was a Shepherd ere a King Come when he will two of my fattest Lambs Shall as a Vow on th' holy Altars bleed Thus talk'd the Swain and he much more had talk'd Ev'n till the Morning Star and Day arose But suddenly a glorious Glare of Light Surpriz'd the sleeping Field a glorious Light Bright as the mid-day Sun when from the Crab He stares with glowing Eyes on the parch'd Earth Then Shepherds lead your Flocks beneath the Shade Or to some Silver stream for Heat breeds Thirst Attend ye Shepherds to my rural Song Safe are your Flocks nor tedious is my Verse Rest rest again ye Sheep 't is a false Day Rest till Day break indeed and Night be gone Amidst the Glory was an Angel seen And thus he spake Cease Shepherds cease to fear To you from the Eternal I am sent VVith Tidings sent which ye shall joy to hear Ye and all Nations for this Day is born Your Saviour David's long expected Son And lest ye doubt strait hence to Bethlem go There
VVrâ—sâ—ler fâ—rove This was the Racci'â— Goal Not slow'ry Gâ—rlands and one years Applause They sought but to be Register'd In the Records of Fame and to be known for ever This they all sought but ah how few obtain'd Hierâ— Theron and some happy few Has Pindar sav'd From the Iron Teeth of Time And lâ—ft their Names richly embalm'd In Spicy Verse To be the Envy of succeeding Heroes And thâ—y shall live but all the rest Long since unremember'd lie Lost in the Grave and mix'd with nameless things 5. Nâ—t so Thee William best of British Kings The sole Defence of Neighb'ring States And Glory of your own Ever shall ungrateful Years Resign to Night and dark Oblivion But after long Descents have handed down The Lamp of Life to late Posterity Your Name and Praise shall still remain Still shall Aged Fathers sit And to their list'ning Children tell How sweet you were in Peace how rough in War How fierce you led your Squadrons forth With what an Artful Grace You broke the foaming Steed but he Bounds prancing forward and disdains the Ground How bright your dawn of Youth How strong your Manhood shone The honourable Wound you gain'd At Boyn's rebellious Stream VVhat Conquests there you won Conquests which I attempted in bold Verse Pleâ—s'd with my Theme Tho' much inferiour to so great a Task VVhat anâ—ry Counsels now you meditate On the Batavian Plains Resolvâ—d to rescue Captive Rhine VVhere he runs sobbing on By ruin'd Cities heretofore it 's Glory Now Grief and Desolations wide â—laudable Effects of Gallick Cruelty 6. Yet think not Mighty Prince Think not Eternity the Warriour's Meed Think not that Fame can give That Immortality which you deserve The World it self is Mortal and must die Materials for it's Fun'ral Pile Already are prepar'd VVithin the sooty Bowels of the Earth Then Time shall cease and thou my Soul Shalt then a Portion have In that which now thou canst not comprehend Then if innoffensive Life If Faith and Piety have been thy Care Mixt with Angelick Poets thou Shalt Endless Hallelujah's sing To the Eternal Potentate And who alone hath Immortality The End The First BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS TRANSLATED I Sing of Wars and that great Exile's Fame Who first from Troy to destin'd Latium came Long exercis'd with storms at Land and Sea By stress of Fate and Juno's Cruelty Much too by Chance of doubtful War distress'd Ere he or his tir'd Gods could fix their rest Hence sprung the Glory of the Latin Name Hence Alba's State and Pâ—rne's proud Turrets came But thou my Muse unfold the secret Cause Whence Juno 's so undecent Anger rose Why she in such Variety of Ills Lâ—borious Dangers and uncertain Toils Engag'd an Heroe sam'd for Piety And can the Pow'rs of Heav'n malicious be Facing th' Italian Shore and Tyber's Flood An antient Colony of Tyrians stood Expeâ—t in Arts of War mighty in Wealth Carthage its Name This of all Lands was Juno's darling Seat Not her own Samos more belov'd than it Here all the Symbols of her Deity Her Chariot Launce all her Regalia lay This she should Fate prove to her Purpose kind Ev'n then for Empress of the World design'd But she had hear'd of some who sprung from Troy Should her Design and Carthage Walls destroy A People hence in Strength and Empire great Should Libya wast such was the will of Fate This Fear perplex'd the anxious Juno's Thought Nor was the Quarrel of her Greeks forgot Nor were th' Orig'nal Causes of her Hate Her first Indignities forgiven yet Deep at her Heart young Paris's rash Decree And the Affront of her scorn'd Beauty lay Too well she knew whence sprung the Trojan Race And Ganymed's hated Honours her Disgrace Fir'd with these Thoughts the broken force of Troy Slender Remains of Grecian Cruelty She far from Latium kept long wandring o'er the Sea O'er all the Main long were they driv'n by Fate So much it cost to raise the Roman State Scarce out of Sight of fruitful Sicily Their Sails they spread and plow'd the frothy Sea When Juno Eternal Malice glowing in her Breast Thus with her self A nd must I yield at last And must the Trojan King in spite of me In Latium reign Forsooth 't is Fate 's Decree Could Pallas then for Ajax Sin alone The Grecian Navy burn the Grecians drown She from the Clouds Jove's rapid Thunder cast With Fire the Fleet the Sea with Winds opprest And the poor Criminal with Thunder struck Snatch'd thro' a Storm and stak'd him on a Rock But I the Sister and the Wife of Jove The Queen of Gods thus long in vain have strove With this one Race and who henceforth will sue To Juno's Name who at her Altars bow Thuâ—â—â—â—'d and certain of Revenge with speed The â—â—llen Goddess to Aeolia fled The Land where Tempests dwell where Whirlwinds breed Here mighty Aeolus the struggling Winds And noisie Tempests in strong Caverns binds They in hoarse Murmurs round the Mountains howl But their great King from his high Throne does rule Their mad Desires and all their Rage controul Were 't not for him soon frâ—m the Roots they 'd tear Heav'n Earth and Seas and sweâ—p them thro the Air But the Almighty Father feaâ—ing this To gloomy Caves consin'd the boistrous Race And with strong Rocks and pond'rous Mountains barr'd The Avenues and plac'd a Sov'raign Lord VVho should by standing Laws know to asswage Or when commanded to allow their Rage And thus to him did Juno humbly pray Great Aeolus Controuler of the Sea Whom next to Jove the Winds and Waves obey A Râ—ce I hate o'er Tuscan VVaters steer And their once vanquish'd Gods to Latium bear Purpoâ—'â— to raise another Ilium there Sâ—nd forth thy VVinds sink that rebellious Train Oâ—â—â—atrâ—â—d let thâ—m never meet again Twice sâ—v'n briâ—ht Nâ—mphs now in my Palace shine Of whâ—â—â— if thâ—e comply with my Design The fairest â—â—iâ—â—cia shall be thine That in thy Arms she mâ—y long Ages lead And with a beâ—uteouâ— Off-spring crown thy Bed To her thâ— King 〈◊〉 VVinds made this Reply Immortal Queen you can't more ready be To speak â—â—â—r VVill than I am to Obey This my Dâ—minion is your Gift to you I this my Sâ—epter and Jovâ—â— Favouâ— owe. You first preferr'd me to the heav'nly Board And of theâ—e Storms and Tempests made me Lord. Thus having said with an impetuous Stroke Of his inverted Spear he stoop'd the Rock Thro' the wide Breach the Winds their sally make And Land and Sea with dismal Tempests shake East South and rainy West together roar And roll vast Billows to th' affrighted Shore Then cracking Cables and hoarse Seamens Cries Mix woful Sounds Despair is in the Noise The scowling Heav'ns in dusky Clouds are hid Thick Fogs the sight of Day and Heav'n forbid Darkness and Winds which on the Waters lay Increase the native Terror of the Sea Strong Thunder rocks the Poles and thro' the Air Brisk Lightning plays and Death is ev'ry where