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Orange, with youth, Experience has,
In Action young, in Council old:
Orange is what Auguftus was,

Brave, Wary, Provident and Bold.

On that fair Tree which bears his Name,
Bloffoms and Fruit at once are found;
In him we all admire the fame,

His flow'ry Youth with Wifdom crown'd.

Empire and Freedom reconcil'd

In Holland are, by Great Nafau
Like thofe he fprung from, juft and mild,
To willing People he gives Law.

Thrice happy Pair, fo near ally'd,
In Royal Blood, and Virtue too;
Now Love has you together ty'd,
May none this Tripple Knot undo.

The Church fhall be the happy Place,
Where Streams which from the fame fource run,
Tho' divers Lands a while they Grace,
Unite again, and are made one.

A thoufand Thanks the Nation owes,
To him that does protect us all;
For while he thus his Neice beftows,
About our Ifle he builds a Wall;.

A Wall like that which Athens had,
By th' Oracle's Advice, of Wood:
Had theirs been fuch, as Charles has made,
That mighty State 'till now had ftood.

Waller

HOW

XXXV.

SONG.

By Mrs. Wharton.

OW hardly I conceal'd my Tears?
How oft did I complain?

When many tedious Days my Fears
Told me I lov'd in vain.

But now my Joys as wild are grown,
And hard to be conceal'd;
Sorrow may make a filent Moan,
But joy will be reveal'd.

I tell it to the Bleating Flocks,
T'every Stream and Tree,

And blefs the noilow Murmuring Rocks
For ecchoing back to me.

Thus you fee with how much Joy
We want, we wifh, believe,
Tis hard fuch Paffion to deftroy,
But easy to deceive.

FEAR

XXXVI.

CONSTANCY

By Sir Charles Sedley.

EAR not, my Dear, a Flame can never die, That is once kindled by fo brightan Eye. Look on thy felf, and meafure thence my Love, Think what a Paffion fuch a Form muft move:

For

For tho' thy Beauty firft allur'd my Sight,
Yet now I look on it but as the Light,

That led me to the Treafury of thy Mind,
Whofe inward Virtue in that Feature fhin'd.
That Knot (be confident) will ever laft,
Which fancy ty'd, and Reafon has made faft;
So faft, that Time (altho' it may difarm
Thy lovely Face) my Faith can never harm;
And Age, deluded when it comes, will find
My Love remov'd, and to thy Soul affign'd.
The Paffion I have now, fhall ne'er grow lefs;
No, tho' thy own fair felf fhou'd it opprefs, &c.

XXXVII.

An ODE in Memory of Her Majesty Queen MARY.

By a Perfon of Quality.

Роста

Eft Pictura loquens.

A Poem is a Speaking Picture.

I.

LONG our divided State,

Hung in the Ballance of a doubtful Fate; When one bright Nymph the gatheringClouds difpell'd, And all the Griefs of Albion heal'd.

Her the united Land obey'd,

V No more to Jealoufies inclin'd,

Nor fearing Pow'r with fo much Virtue joyn'd.
She knew her Task, and nicely understood

Το

To what Intention Kings are made,
Not for their own, but for their People's Good
'Twas that prevailing Argument alone,
Determin'd her to fill the Vacant Throne;
And yet with fadness she beheld,

A Crown devolving on her Head,
(By the Exceffes of a Prince mifled)
When by her Royal Birth compell'd

To what her God, and what her Country claim'd,
(Tho' by a Servile Faction blam'd)
How graceful were the Tears fhe fhed!

2.

When waiting only for a Wind,

Againft our Ile the Power of France was arm'd, Here ruling Arts in all their Luftre fhin'd;

The Winds themselves were by her Influence charm'd,
While her Authority and Care fupply'd,

That Safety which the want of Troops deny'd;
Secure and undifturb'd the Scene

Of Albion feem'd, and like her Eyes Serene,
Vaia was th' Invader's Force, Revenge and Pride,
Maria reign'd, and Heaven was on our fide.
The Sceptre, by her felf unfought,

Gave double Proofs of her Heroick Mind;
With Skill the fway'd it, and with Eafe refign'd.
So the Dictator, from Retirements brought,
Repel'd the Danger that did Rome alarm,
And then return'd contented to his Farm.

3.

Fatal to the Fair and Young,

Accurs'd Difeafe, how long

Have wretched Mothers mourn'd thy Rage,

Robb'd of the Hopes and Comfort of their Age?
From the unhappy Lovers fide,

How often haft thou torn the Blooming Bride.

Now

Now like a Tyrant, rifing by Degrees
To worse Extremes, and blacker Villanies,
Practis'd in Ruin for fome Ages past,

Thou haft brought forth a General one at laft!
Common Difafters forrow raise,

But Heaven's fevereft Frowns amaze!
The QUEEN a Word, a Sound,
Of Nations once the Hope, and firm Support,
Wealth of the Needy, Guard of the Opprefs'd,
The Joy of all, the Wifeft and the Beft.
A Name that Echoes did rebound

With loud Applaufe from Neighb'ring Shores,
(Their Admiration, the Delight of ours)
Becomes unutterable now!

The Crouds in that dejected Court

Where Languishing MARIA lay,

Want Pow'r to ask the News they came to know,
Silent their drooping Heads they bow;

Silence it felf Proclaims th' approaching Wee!
Ev'n he (MARIA's latest Care)

Nor watchful Fleets could from his glorious pur

contending Jove

(pole move:

Whom Winter Seafons nor

Intrepid in the Storms of War,

And in the midft of flying Deaths fedate,

Now trembles, now he finks beneath the mighty

The Hero to the Man gives way,

(Weight,

Unhappy If, for half an Age a Prey
To fierce Diffenfion, or defpotick Sway,
Redeem'd from Anarchy to be undone,
By the mistaken Measures of the Throne;
Thy Monarchs meditating dark Designs,
Or boldly throwing off the Mask,
(Fond of the Power, unequal to the Task)

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