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:
The winds were hufh'd, the waves in ranks were

caft,

As awfully as when God's people paft:

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

flow.

Then with the duke your highnefs 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, notwithstanding, had many miftreffes. Lady Dorchefter, fays Lord Orford, Vol. IV. p. 319, 4to. faid wittily, fhe wondered for what James II. chofe his miftreffes. We are none of us handfome, 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 supply no more.

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With generous thoughts of conquest 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.

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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 thousand 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 difcover 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 fhould have met together here!" Dr. J. WARTON.

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And country beauties by their lovers go, Bleffing themfelves, and wondering at the fhow. So when the new-born Phoenix firft is feen, Her feather'd fubjects all adore their queen, And while fhe makes her progrefs through the Eaft,

From every grove her numerous train's increaft: Each poet of the air her glory fings,

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And round him the pleas'd audience clap their

wings.

Ver. 56.

her glory fings,] The Duchefs of York, fays Burnet, was an extraordinary woman. She had great knowledge, and a lively fenfe of things, but took state on her rather too much. She wrote well, and had begun the Duke's life, of which the showed me a volume. She was bred to great strictnefs in religion, practifed fecret confeflion, and Morley was her confeffor. Dr. JOSEPH WARTON. Ver. 57. And round him the pleas'd audience clap their wings.] Hence Pope, Paftoral I. ver. 16.

And all th' aerial audience clap their wings. This efcaped the obfervation of the acute Mr. Wakefield, to whom, as my reader will perceive, I owe many obligations, and who feldom fuffers a parallel paffage to escape him.

JOHN WARTON.

ANNUS MIRABILIS;

THE

YEAR OF WONDERS,

1666.

AN HISTORICAL POEM.