Shall own his mercy equal to his fame,
And form their children's accents to his name,
Inquiring how, and when, from Heaven he came.
Their regal tyrants shall with blushes hide
Their little lufts of arbitrary pride,
Nor bear to see their vaffals ty'd;
When William's virtues raise their opening thought,
His forty years for public freedom fought,
Europe by his hand fuftain'd,
His conqueft by his piety reftrain'd,
And o'er himself the laft great triumph gain'd.
No longer fhall their wretched zeal adore
Ideas of deftructive power,
Spirits that hurt, and godheads that devour :
New incenfe they fhall bring, new altars raise,
And fill their temples with a ftranger's praise;
When the great father's character they find
Visibly stampt upon the hero's mind;
And own a prefent Deity confeft,
In valour that preferv'd, and power that bleft.
Through the large convex of the azure fky
(For thither Nature cafts our common eye)
Fierce meteors fhoot their arbitrary light;
And comets march with lawless horror bright;
These hear no rule, no righteous order own;
Their influence dreaded
as their ways unknown;
Through threaten'd lands they wild deftruction throw,
Till ardent prayer averts the public woe.
But the bright orb that bleffes all above,
The facred fire, the real fon of Jove,
Rules not his actions by capricious will;
Nor by ungovern'd power declines to ill :
Fix'd by juft laws, he goes for ever right:
Man knows his course, and thence adores his light.
XLI.
O Janus! would intreated Fate confpire
To grant what Britain's wishes could require;
Above, that Sun fhould cease his way to go,
Ere William ceafe to rule, and blefs below:
But a relentless Destiny
Urges all that e'er was born :
Snatch'd from her arms, Britannia once must mourn
The Demi-God; the earthly half muft die.
Yet if our incenfe can your wrath remove;
If human prayers avail on minds above;
Exert, great God! thy intereft in the sky,
Gain each kind Power, each guardian Deity;
That, conquer'd by the public vow,
They bear the difmal mischief far away!
O! long as utmost nature may allow,
Let them retard the threaten'd day!
Still be our master's life thy happy care:
Still let his bleffings with his years increase:
To his laborious youth, confum'd in war,
Add lafting age, adorn'd and crown'd with
Let twisted olives bind those laurels faft,
Whofe verdure must for ever last!
Long let this growing æra bless his fway;
And let our fons his prefent rule obey :
On his fure virtue long let earth rely,
And late let the imperial eagle fly,
To bear the Hero through his father's fky,
To Leda's twins, or he whofe glorious speed
On foot prevail'd, or he who tam'd the steed;
To Hercules, at length abfolv'd by fate
From earthly toil, and above envy great;
To Virgil's theme, bright Cytherea's son,
Sire of the Latian and the British throne:
To all the radiant names above,
Rever'd by men, and dear to Jove;
Late, Janus, let the Naffau-ftar
New-born, in rifing majesty appear,
To triumph over vanquith'd night,
And guide the profperous mariner
With everlasting beams of friendly light.
THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE.
ISENT for Ratcliffe; was fo ill,
That other Doctors gave me over:
He felt my pulfe, prescrib'd his pill,
And I was likely to recover.
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the Politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
I dy'd last night of my Physician.
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