Their fway became 'em with as ill a mien,
As their own paunches fwell above their chin.
Yet is their empire no true growth but humour,
And only two kings' touch can cure the tumour.
As Cato, fruits of Afric did difplay;
Let us before our eyes their Indies lay;
All loyal English will like him conclude;
Let Cæfar live, and Carthage be fubdu'd.

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pert jockies: befides, "To ride as badly as a grandee of Venice," is become a proverb all over Italy. DERRICK.

Ver. 41. As Cato, &c.] Compare the Annus Mirabilis,

ftan. 173.

"As once old Cato in the Roman fight,
The tempting fruits of Afric did unfold."

Ver, 44.

and Carthage]

TODD.

The very words and

allufion by Lord Shaftesbury in his famous fpeech against the Dutch.

TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE DUTCHESS*,

ON THE

MEMORABLE VICTORY GAINED BY THE DUKE OVER THE HOLLANDERS, JUNE 3, 1665,

AND ON

HER JOURNEY AFTERWARDS INTO THE NORTH.

MADAM,

WHEN for our fakes, your hero you refign'd
To fwelling feas, and every faithlefs wind;
When you releas'd his courage, and fet free
A valour fatal to the enemy;

You lodg'd your country's cares within your breaft,

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(The mansion where soft love should only rest :)

The lady, to whom our author addreffes this poem, was daughter to the great Earl of Clarendon. The Duke of York had been fome time married to her, before the affair was known either to the king his brother, or to her father. She died in March, 1671, leaving iffue one fon, named Edgar, and three daughters, Katherine, Mary, and Ann. The two latter lived to fit on the British throne; the two former furvived their mother but a fhort time. Bishop Burnet tells us, that he was a woman of knowledge and penetration, friendly and generous, but fevere in her refentments. DERRICK.

And, ere our foes abroad were overcome,
The nobleft conqueft you had gain'd at home.
Ah, what concerns did both your fouls divide!
Your honour gave us what your love deny'd:
And 'twas for him much easier to fubdue
Thofe foes he fought with, than to part from

you.

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That glorious day, which two fuch navies faw, As each unmatch'd might to the world give law. Neptune, yet doubtful whom he should obey, Held to them both the trident of the fea : 16 The winds were hufh'd, the waves in ranks were caft,

As awfully as when God's people past:

Thofe, yet uncertain on whofe fails to blow, Thefe, where the wealth of nations ought to

flow.

Then with the duke your highness rul'd the

day:

While all the brave did his command obey,
The fair and pious under you did pray.

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How pow'rful are chafte vows! the wind and

tide

You brib'd to combat on the English fide. 25
Thus to your
much-lov'd lord you did convey
An unknown fuccour, fent the nearest

way.

Ver. 26. your much-lov'd lord] James, notwithftanding, had many miftreffes. Lady Dorchefter, fays Lord Orford, Vol. IV. p. 319, 4to. faid wittily, fhe wondered for what James II. chofe his mistreffes. We are none of us handsome, and if

New vigour to his wearied arms you brought, (So Mofes was upheld while Israel fought) While, from afar, we heard the cannon play, Like diftant thunder on a fhiny day.

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For abfent friends we were afham'd to fear, When we confider'd what you ventur'd there. Ships, men, and arms, our country might reftore,

But fuch a leader could fupply no more.

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With generous thoughts of conqueft he did burn,

Yet fought not more to vanquish than return.
Fortune and victory he did pursue,

To bring them as his flaves to wait on you.
Thus beauty ravish'd the rewards of fame,
And the fair triumph'd when the brave o'er-

came.

40

Then, as you meant to spread another way,
By land your conquefts, far as his by fea,
Leaving our fouthern clime, you march'd along
The ftubborn North, ten thoufand Cupids
ftrong.

Like commons the nobility refort,

In crowding heaps, to fill your moving court: To welcome your approach the vulgar run, Like fome new envoy from the distant fun,

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we had wit, he has not enough to discover it. And once meeting the Dutchefs of Portsmouth and Lady Orkney, the favourite of King William, at the drawing-room of George I. the exclaimed, "Good God! who would have thought that we three whores should have met together here!" Dr. J. WARTON.