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Britannia's veffel, which in ANNA's reign,
And prudent pilotry, enjoys,

The tempeft which the world deftroys,
And rides triumphant o'er the fubject main.
O may the foon a quiet harbour gain!
And fure the promiss'd hour is come,
When in foft notes the peaceful lyre
Shall still the trumpet and the drum,
Shall play what gods and men defire,
And ftrike Bellona's mufick dumb :
When war, by parents curs'd, fhall quit the field,
Unbuckle his bright helmet, and, to rest
His weary'd limbs, fit on his idle fhield,
With fears of honour plow'd upon his breast.
But if the Gallic Pharaoh's ftubborn heart
Grows fresh for punishment, and hardens ftill,
Prepar'd for th' irrecoverable ill,

And forc'd th' unwilling fkies to act the laft ungrateful part:
Thy forces, ANNA, like a flood, fhall whelm

(If heav'n does scepter'd innocence maintain) His famifh'd defolated realm;

And all the fons of Pharamond in vain

(Who with dishonest envy fee

The sweet forbidden fruits of distant liberty)

Shall curfe their Salic law, and with a female reign.

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A female reign like thine,
O ANNA, British heroine !

To thee afflicted empires fly for aid,
Where'er tyranick standards are difplay'd,
From the wrong'd Iber to the threaten'd Rhine.
Thee, where the golden-fanded Tagus flows
Beneath fair i Ulyffippo's walls,

The frighted Lufitanian calls;

Thee, they who drink the Seine, with those
Who plow Iberian fields, implore,

To give the lab'ring world repose,
And univerfal peace reftore :

Thee, Gallia; mournful to furvive the fate
Of her faln grandeur and departed state;
By fad experience taught to own,
That virtue is a noble way to rife,
A furer paffage to the skies,

Than Pelion, upon Offa thrown :
For they, who impiously prefume

To grasp at heav'n, by Jove's eternal doom,
prey to thunder fhall become ;

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Or, fent in Ætna's fiery caves to groan,

Gain but an higher fall, a mountain for their tomb.

The old name of Lisbon, faid to be built by Ulyffes. One of the mountains where Jupiter lodged the giante.

SIX

TOWN ECLOGUES.

R

By the Right Hon. L. M. W. M.

M ON DA

ROXANA, or, the Drawing-Room.

Y.

OXANA from the court retiring late, Sigh'd her foft forrows at St. JAMES's gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast, Not her own chairmen with more weight opprefs'd; They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear; She in these gentle founds exprefs'd her care.

"Was it for this, that I these rofes wear,

"For this new-fet the jewels for my hair?

"Ah! princess! with what zeal have 1 pursu'd! "Almoft forgot the duty of a prude.

"Thinking I never cou'd attend too foon,

"I've miss'd my prayers, to get me drefs'd by noon.

"For

For thee, ah! what for thee did I refign?

My pleasures, paffions, all that e'er was mine. "I facrific'd both modesty and ease,

"Left operas, and went to filthy plays;

"Double entendres fhock'd my

tender ear,

"Yet even this for thee I chose to bear.
"In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay,
"And every joy of life before me lay,

By honour prompted, and by pride restrain'd, "The pleasures of the young my foul disdain'd: "Sermons I fought, and with a mein severe "Cenfur'd my neighbours, and faid daily pray❜r. "Alas! how chang'd !-with the fame sermon mein "That once I pray'd, the What-d'ye call't I've seen. "Ah! cruel princess, for thy fake I've loft "That reputation which so dear had cost: "I, who avoided every publick place, "When bloom and beauty bid me show my "Now near thee conftant ev'ry night abide "With never-failing duty by thy fide,

Myself and daughters standing on a row,

"To all the foreigners a goodly show!

face;

"Oft had your drawing-room been fadly thin,

"And merchants' wives close by the chair been feen;

"Had not I amply fill'd the empty space,

"And fav'd your highness from the dire disgrace. "Yet COQUETILLA's artifice prevails,

"When all my merit and my duty fails:

"That COQUETILLA, whofe deluding airs
"Corrupts our virgins, and our youth enfnares;
"So funk her character, fo loft her fame,
"Scarce vifited before your highness came;
"Yet for the bed-chamber 'tis her you chufe,
"When Zeal and Fame and Virtue you refufe.
"Ah! worthy choice! not one of all your train
"Whom cenfure blafts not, and dishonours ftain.
"Let the nice hind now fuckle dirty pigs,

"And the proud pea-hen snatch the cuckoo's eggs!
"Let IRIS leave her paint and own her age,
"And grave SUFFOLK A wed a giddy page!
"A greater miracle is daily view'd,

"A virtuous princess with a court fo lewd.

"I know thee, Court! with all thy treach'rous wiles, "Thy falfe careffes and undoing fmiles!

"Ah! princefs, learn'd in all the courtly arts

"To cheat our hopes, and yet to gain our hearts.

"Large lovely bribes are the great statesman's aim;

"And the neglected patriot follows fame.
"The prince is ogled; fome the king purfue;
"But your ROXANA only follows You.

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Defpis'd ROXANA, ceafe, and try to find "Some other, fince the princefs proves unkind; "Perhaps it is not hard to find at court, " If not a greater, a more firm fupport.

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