The Seamen feem'd t' have loft their Arts. Their Ships at Anchor now, of which w’had heard them boaft, [Billow toft, With ill-furl'd Sails, and Rattlings loose, by every Lay like neglected Harps, untun'd, unftrung; 'Till at the laft, provok'd with Shame,

Forth from their Dens the baited Foxes came: Foxes in Council, and in Fight too Grave: Seldom true, and now not brave.

They blufter'd out the day with fhew of Fight,
And ran away in the good-natur'd Night.

XIX.

A bloody Battel next was fought,

And then in Triumph home a welcome Fleet he
brought,

With Spoils of Victory, and Glory fraught.
To Him then every Heart was open, down
From the Great Man to the Clown;
In Him Rejoyc'd, to Him enclin'd:
And as his Health round the glad Board did pass,
Each honeft fellow cry'd, Fill full my glass;
And fhew'd the fullness of his Mind.

No difcontented Vermin of ill Times

Durft then affront him but in fhow;
Nor Libel dash him with his dirty Rhymes:
Nor may he live in peace that does it now.
And whofe Heart would not wish so too
That had but feen

When his tumultuous mif-led Foes
Against Him rose,

With what Heroick grace

He chose the weight of wrong to undergo? No tempeft on his Brow, unalter'd in his Face, True witness of the Innocence within.

But when the Messengers did Mandates bring
For his retreat to Foreign Land,

Since fent from the relenting hand

Of the most Loving BROTHER, Kindeff KING;

If in his heart Regret did rife,

It never fcapt his Tongue or Eyes:
With fteady Virtue 'twas allay'd,
And like a mighty Conqu❜ror He obey❜d.
XX.

It was a dark and gloomy Day,
Sad as the Bus'nefs, fullen too,
As proud men, when in vain they woo,
Or Soldiers cheated of their pay.

The Court, where Pleasures us'd to flow,
Became the scene of Mourning, and of Woe.'

Defolate was every Room,

Where men for News and Bus'nefs ufe to come." With folded Arms and down-caft Eyes men walk'd,' In corners and with caution talk'd.

All things prepar'd, the Hour grew near When he must part: his laft fhort time was spent In leaving Bleffings on his Children dear. To them with eager Hafte and Love he went: The Eldeft firft embrac'd,

As new-born Day in Beauty bright, But fad in Mind as deepest Night. What tendreft Hearts could fay, betwixt them paft; 'Till Grief too close upon them crept: So fighing he withdrew, She turn'd away and wept. Much of the Father in his Breaft did rife, When on the next he fixt his Eyes,

A tender Infant in the Nurfe's Arms,

Full of kind play, and pretty Charms.
And as to give the Farewel Kifs He near it drew,
About his manly neck two little Arms it threw ;
Smil'd in his Eyes, as if it begg'd his ftay,
And look'd kind things it could not say.
XXI.

But the great pomp of Grief was yet to come.
Th' appointed time was almost past,

Th' impatient Tides knock'd at the Shore, and bid
To feck a Foreign Home. [him hafte

The Summons he refolv'd t' obey;
Difdaining of his Suffering to complain,
Though every ftep feem'd trod with pain;
So forth he came, attended on his way
By a fad lamenting Throng,

That bleft him and about him hung.
A weight his generous Heart could hardly bear,
But for the Comfort that was near.

His Beauteous MATE, the Fountain of his Joys,
That fed his Soul with Love;

The cordial that can mortal Pains remove,
To which all worldly Bleffings elfe are Toys.
I faw them ready for departure ftand,
Juft when approach'd the Monarch of our Land,
And took the charming Mourner by the hand.
T'exprefs all nobleft Offices he ftrove

Of Royal Goodness, and a Brother's Love.
Then down to the Shore fide,

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Where, to convey Them, did two Royal Barges ride With folemn pace they paft:

And there fo tenderly embrac'd,

All griev'd by fympathy to fee them part,
And their kind Pains touch'd each By-ftander's
Then hand in hand the pity'd Pair [heart,
Turn'd round, to face their Fate:

She ev'n amidft Afflictions Fair;
He, though oppreft, ftill Great.

Into th' expecting Boat with hafte they went; Where, as the troubled Fair one to the Shore fome wishes fent,

For that dear Pledge fh'ad left behind,

And as her Paffion grew too mighty for her Mind, She of fome Tears her Eyes beguil'd;

Which, as upon her Cheek they lay,

The happy Hero kift away.

And, as he wept, blufht with Difdain, and smil'd. Straight forth they launch into the high-fwoln

Thames:

The well-ftruck Oars lave up the yielding Streams,

All fixt their longing Eyes, and wishing stood,
Till they were got into the wider Flood;
Till leffen'd out of fight, and feen no more:
Then figh'd, and turn'd into the hated Shore.

On Mr. W ALLER.

W

By Mr. T. RYMER.

Aller is dead; and lofty Number's loft. Now English Verfe (with nothing left to boaft)

May hobble on, and vex good Findar's Ghost.
What was it Three and Eighty Years to live?
Short is this Boon to what the Mufes give:
They fo Infur'd his Immortality,

That fcarce he knew, in any kind, to die.
Two Ages he the Sacred Garland bore;
Peerlefs in this, and Prince of that before.
Rare Genius, his; alike their Glory made,
In glittering Courts, and in the Country Shade.
There, by four Kings belov'd, how high he fhone!
Infeparable Jewel of the Crown ;

Yet thence no borrow'd Heat, or Luftre got,
Warm of himself; and Sun he wanted not.
And if the Diamond stood hard Fortune's fhock,
Thanks to his old Hereditary Rock

For all the Court, for all the Mufes Snares;
Our Journals alfo tell his publick Cares.

From James to fames, they count him o'er and o'er,
In four Succeffive Reigns, a Senator.

On him, amidst the legislative Throng,

Their Eyes, and Ears, and every Heart they hung. Within thofe Watts if we Apollo knew,

Lefs could he warm, nor throw a Shaft fo true.

What Life,what Lightning blanch'd around the Chair?
(It was no Houfe, if Waller was not there :)
And that Refpect ftill to his Speech, or Nods,
As he had come from Councils of the Gods.
How would he tune their contradicting Notes
With ready Wit facilitate the Votes ?

And in his Verfe, fo ev'ry where difplay

An Air of fomething Great, and fomething Gay?
And, like Amphion, when he form'd a Town,
Put Life in ev'ry Stock, and ev'ry Stone?
Oh! had he liv'd one Meeting more to fit,
How would the Times his generous Mind have hit
What he fo long contested for, in vain,
Set loofe from all Ecclefiaftick Chain,
With Transport he would find Religion free,
And now no longer a Monopoly.

Watch home, and Harbour; nay, shut up the Sea:
But who fhall e'er with Heav'n our Traffick stay?
Or there erect a Block-hoafe in the way?
Our Stubborn Body is not us'd fo ill;
It must no Rack (that foreign Engine) feel;
And yet they bring poor Confcience to the Wheel.

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Error they scourge; so Children whip their Top;
The certain, only means to keep it up.

Thus would he play, and many a pointed Jeft
Still fling against the perfecuting Beast.
Eafie to run in endless Hiftories;

Tracing a Life of one who never dies.

How he the Orbs of Courts and Councils mov'd:
But, Mufes, how he Sung, and how he Lov'd!
What Spirit fills his Verfe, your Care defines ;
Amongst the Stars how Sacharissa shines :
How ftill her Altars fume with Sacrifice,
When gone are all the Goddeffes of Greece.
Language and Wit he rais'd to such an height,
We should fufpect, with him, the Empire's Fate,
Did not Aufpicious James fupport the Weight.
This Northern Speech refin❜d to that degree,
Soft France we fcorn, nor envy Italy :

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