And other truths I shall unfold;

For truth is always plain.

XXXII.

The best of queens he hath revil'd,
Before and since her death,
He, cruel and ungrateful, smil'd
When she resign'd her breath.

XXXIII.

Forgetful of the favours kind

She had on him bestow'd,

Like Lucifer, his ranc'rous mind,
He lov'd nor her nor God.

XXXIV.

But listen, Nero, lend thy ears,
As still thou hast them on;

Hear what Britannia says, with tears,
Of Anna dead and gone.

XXXV.

"Oh! sacred be her memory,
"For ever dear her name;
"There never was, or ere can be,
"A brighter, juster dame.

XXXVI.

"Blest be my sons, and eke all those Who on her praises dwell;

"She conquer'd Britain's fiercest foes,

XXXVII.

"All princes, kings, and potentates,

"Ambassadors did send;

"All nations, provinces, and states, Sought Anna for their friend.

XXXVIII.

"In Anna they did all confide,

"For Anna they could trust; "Her royal faith they all had try'd, "For Anna still was just.

XXXIX.

"Truth, mercv, justice, did surround "Her awful judgment-seat; "In her the Graces all were found, "In Anna all complete.

XL.

"She held the sword and balance right, "And sought her people's good;

"In clemency she did delight,

"Her reign not stain'd with blood.

XLI.

"Her gracious goodness, piety, "In all her deeds did shine,

"And bounteous was her charity, "All attributes divine.

XLII.

"Consummate wisdom, meekness, all "Adorn'd the words she spoke,

"When they from her fair lips did fall, "And sweet her lovely look.

XLIII.

"Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown, "She caus'd dire war to cease; "A greater empress ne'er was known, "She fix'd the world in peace.

XLIV.

"This last and godlike act achiev'd, "To heav'n she wing'd her flight, "Her loss with tears all Europe griev'd, "Their strength and dear delight.

XLV.

"Leave we in bliss this heav'nly saint, · "Revere, ye Just, her urn; "Her virtues high and excellent, "Astrea gone, we mourn.

XLVI.

"Commemorate, my Sons, the day "Which gave great Anna birth; "Keep it for ever and for aye,

"And annual be your mirth."

XLVII.

Illustrious George now fills the throne,

Our wise benign good king;

Who can his wondrous deeds make known, Or his bright actions sing?

XLVIII.

Thee, fav'rite Nero, he has deign'd

To raise to high degree!

Well thou thy honours hast sustain'd,
Well vouch'd thy ancestry.

XLIX.

But pass---These honours on thee laid,
Can they e'er make thee white?

Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou hast shed,
Thy guilty soul affright?

L.

Oh! is there not, grim mortal, tell,

Places of bliss and woe?

Oh! is there not a heav'n, a hell?

But whither wilt thou go?

LI.

Can nought change thy obdurate mind?

Wilt thou for ever rail?

The prophet on thee well refin'd,

And set thy wit to sale.

LII.

How thou art lost to sense and shame

Three countries witness be;

Thy conduct all just men do blame,

Lib'ra nos Domine.

LIII.

Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween,
Her sword is brandish'd high;

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Nought can thee from her vengeance screen,

Nor canst thou from her fly.

LIV.

Heavy her ire will fall on thee,
The glitt'ring steel is sure;
Sooner or later, all agree,

She cuts off the impure.

LV.

To her I leave thee, gloomy Peer,
Think on thy crimes committed;
Repent, and be for once sincere,
Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted.

DOWN-HALL.

A BALLAD,

To the tune of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury.

Water in the year 1715.

I.

I SING not old Jason, who travell'd thro' Greece,
To kiss the fair maids and possess the rich fleece;
Nor sing I Æneas, who, led by his mother,
Got rid of one wife, and went far for another,
Derry down, down, bey derry down.

11.

Nor him who thro' Asia and Europe did roam,
Ulysses by name, who ne'er car'd to go home,