288.

But fo may he live long, that town to fway, Which by his aufpice they will nobler make, As he will hatch their ashes by his stay,

And not their humble ruins now forfake.

289.

They have not loft their loyalty by fire

;

Nor is their courage or their wealth fo low, That from his wars they poorly would retire, Or beg the pity of a vanquish'd foe.

290.

Not with more conftancy the Jews, of old
By Cyrus from rewarded exile fent,
Their royal city did in duft behold,

Or with more vigor to rebuild it went.
291.

The utmost malice of the stars is past,

And two dire comets, which have fcourg'd the

town,

In their own plague and fire have breath'd the last, Or dimly in their finking fockets frown.

292.

Now frequent trines the happier lights among, And high-rais'd Jove, from his dark prison freed, Those weights took off that on his planet hung,

Will gloriously the new-laid works fucceed.

293.

Methinks already from this chymic flame,

I fee a city of more precious mold : Rich as the town which gives the Indies name, With filver-pav'd, and all divine with gold. 294.

Already laboring with a mighty fate,

She shakes the rubbish from her mounting

brow,

And seems 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 auguft, Now deified fhe from her fires does rife:

Her widening ftreets on new foundations truft,
And opening into larger parts the flies.
296.

Before the like fome fhepherdefs did fhow,
Who fat to bathe her by a river's fide;
Not anfwering to her fame, but rude and low,
Nor taught the beauteous arts of modern pride,
297.

Now like a maiden queen she 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 fweeping 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 lost.

300.

The venturous merchant who defign'd more far, And touches on our hofpitable shore,

Charm'd with the fplendor of this northern star, Shall here unlade him, and depart no more,

301,

Our powerful navy fhall no longer meet,

The wealth of France or Holland to invade: The beauty of this town without a fleet,

From all the world fhall vindicate her trade.

302.

And while this fam'd emporium we prepare,

The British ocean fhall fuch triumphs boast, That thofe, who now difdain our trade to share, Shall rob like pirates on our wealthy coast.

303.

Already we have conquer'd half the war,

And the lefs dangerous part is left behind: Our trouble now is but to make them dare, And not fo great to vanquish as to find.

304.

Thus to the eastern wealth through storms we go, But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no

more;

A conftant trade-wind will fecurely blow,

And gently lay us on the spicy shore.

AN

ESSAY

UPON

SATIRE.

By Mr. DRYDEN, and the Earl of MULGRAVE.

OW dull, and how infenfible a beaft

Ho

Is man, who yet would lord it o'er the reft?

Philofophers and poets vainly ftrove

In every age the lumpish mafs to move:

But those were pedants, when compar'd with these,
Who know not only to inftruct but please.
Poets alone found the delightful way,
Mysterious morals gently to convey

In charming numbers; fo that as men grew
Pleas'd with their poems; they grew wifer too.
Satire has always fhone among the rest,
And is the boldest way, if not the best,
To tell men freely of their fouleft faults ;
To laugh at their vain deeds, and vainer thoughts.
In fatire too the wife took different ways,
To each deferving its peculiar praise.
Some did all folly with just sharpness blame,
Whilst others laugh'd and scorn'd them into shame.