293. Methinks already from this chymic flame, 294. Already laboring with a mighty fate, She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow, And feems to have renew'd her charter's date, Which heaven will to the death of time allow 295. More great than human now, and more august, Before the like fome fhepherdefs did fhow, Not answering to her fame, but rude and low, Nor taught the beauteous arts of modern pride. 297. Now like a maiden queen fhe will behold, From her high turrets, hourly fuitors come : The Eaft with incenfe, and the Weft with gold, Will stand like fuppliants to receive her doom, 298. The filver Thames, her own domeftic flood, Shall bear her veffels like a sweeping train ; And often wind, as of his mistress proud, With longing eyes to meet her face again, 299. The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine, The glory of their towns no more shall boast, And Seyne, that would with Belgian rivers join, Shall find her luftre ftain'd, and traffic loft, 300. The venturous merchant who defign'd more far, And touches on our hofpitable shore, Charm'd with the splendor of this northern star, Shall here unlade him, and depart no more, 301. Our powerful navy shall no longer meet, The wealth of France or Holland to invade; The beauty of this town without a fleet, From all the world shall vindicate her trade. 302. And while this fam'd emporium we prepare, The British ocean shall such triumphs boast, That thofe, who now difdain our trade to share, Shall rob like pirates on our wealthy coaft. 303. Already we have conquer'd half the war, 304. Thus to the eastern wealth through storms we go, But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no more; A constant trade-wind will fecurely blow, And gently lay us on the spicy fhore. AN SATIRE. ESSAY UPON By Mr. DRYDEN, and the Earl of MULGRAVE. OW dull, and how infenfible a beast HOW Is man, who yet would lord it o'er the rest? Philofophers and poets vainly strove In every age the lumpish mafs to move: But those were pedants, when compar'd with these, In charming numbers; fo that as men grew But of these two, the last fucceeded best, In this alone methinks the ancients err'd Who judging better, though concern'd the |