Orange, with youth, Experience has, Brave, Wary, Provident and Bold. On that fair Tree which bears his Name, His flow'ry Youth with Wifdom crown'd. Empire and Freedom reconcil'd In Holland are, by Great Nafau Thrice happy Pair, fo near ally'd, The Church fhall be the happy Place, A thoufand Thanks the Nation owes, A Wall like that which Athens had, Waller HOW XXXV. SONG. By Mrs. Wharton. OW hardly I conceal'd my Tears? When many tedious Days my Fears But now my Joys as wild are grown, I tell it to the Bleating Flocks, And blefs the noilow Murmuring Rocks Thus you fee with how much Joy 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, That led me to the Treafury of thy Mind, 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. Το To what Intention Kings are made, A Crown devolving on her Head, To what her God, and what her Country claim'd, 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, That Safety which the want of Troops deny'd; Of Albion feem'd, and like her Eyes Serene, Gave double Proofs of her Heroick Mind; 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? How often haft thou torn the Blooming Bride. Now Now like a Tyrant, rifing by Degrees Thou haft brought forth a General one at laft! But Heaven's fevereft Frowns amaze! With loud Applaufe from Neighb'ring Shores, The Crouds in that dejected Court Where Languishing MARIA lay, Want Pow'r to ask the News they came to know, Silence it felf Proclaims th' approaching Wee! 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 |