Thy Name would, where 'tis now unknown, be curft,
And Second Phaeton out-do the First.
But, O! beware, rafh Prince! betimes beware,
the Progress of the Northern War: Left the New Phaeton's Career fhould prove A Second Thunderer, and a British Jove.
Proceed, the Czar's Invincible, he cries,
Nor fears th' united Wrath of Earth and Skies.
Strait dauntlefs NORRIS reach'd the Baltick Seas,
And the Invincible foon treats of Peace.
Envy, fince Wars can't trouble his Repose,
And vex'd that Order from Disorder grows,
By Zeal, more latent Mifchiefs does confpire,
By Zeal, far worse than War, or Sword, or Fire;
Upon her Head the Mitred Honour's born,
She wears the Cope, her Serpent-Locks are fhorn;
Her hollow Features, and her pallid Look; ! -
The ftarving Fits of wild Devotion fpoke;
With the devouteft Charity fhe burns,
And ftrait the Mitre to a Helmet turns ;^^
She lops the Fafhion of the Scarlet-Gown,
To Regimental Cloaths of fierce Dragoon;
In Fury to Reform'd Cathedrals flies,
And fwore, her Priefts their Priefts, fhould facrifice.
Up to the Pulpit, marching Files by Files,
They drive Grey Elders trembling thro' the Ifles;
To open Fields the Holy Tribe repair,
And make the fpacious Heav'ns the Place of Pray'r:
When these Petitions to high Heav'n are done,
Infpir'd, they next address the British Throne;
As quick as they their anxious Pray'r prefer'd,
So quick the Faith-defending Monarch heard,
Pity'd the two juft Causes of their Grief,
His Aid he promis'd, and he vow'd Relief
Lo! Envy, when great GEORGE abroad must go
To heal those Woes, contrives Domestick Woe;
She calls up pow'rful Mammon to invade
His Realm with Scarceness, by pretence of Aid;
She bids Hypocrify to dress him bright,
To gild with Solar Beams his Genuine Night,
And the dark Fiend an Angel seem'd of Light.
'Twas he for Thirty Pence one Judas bought,
But now to Thirty Pounds, by Millions brought;
Taught them his Mafter-Piece of curs'd Deceit,
And how to fleece Three Kingdoms by one Cheat.
But Sophistry he taught them too, to prove
That all they did, was for their Country's Love,
That what has crush'd Us in one common Fate,
Was to redeem Us, and to free the State.
ke Sodom's Fruit, their Schemes appear, and are,
Their infides rotten, but their outfides fair;
So fair, no wonder they deceiv'd the Eyes
Of Statefmen truly good, and truly wife;
This Cafe too often does befal the Good,
Knaves are by Words, not Meanings understood:
This Truth however may fome Joy create,
Good Men ftill punish where they find the Cheat.
STANHOPE and CRAGS, two Patriots of our Ifle,
Who on their promis'd Aids did justly smile.
Will on their forfeit Words as juftly frown,
And vindicate the Glories of the Crown.
But, COWPER, who can hear thy Prophet-Senfe,
And not relate thy wond'rous Eloquence?
Thy Voice like Tully's for the State prefer'd,
Had fav'd, like Tully s, if like Tully's heard;
Rightly you call'd their Scheme a Trojan Horse,
Whose inward Frauds might help fome outward Force
Too much like Old Laocoon fpoke the New,
His Words no more attended·
Yet One we have, one faving Speech to hear,
From whence we'll date again the Golden Year;
When GEORGE returning from his Cares Abroad,
From eafing Chriftians of Oppreffion's Load,
Restoring plunder'd Fanes to them, to GOD;
When He, this Mighty GEORGE again shall speak,
To lift'ning Senates, and Hell's Magick break;
Cures of Difeafes to his Touch belong,
And Cures of Factions to his Balmy Tongue;
Faft as pale Envy found new Feuds, as fast
He quell'd them all this HYDRA is the laft:
The Fiend to set him farther Tasks does cease,
And lasting, and like Heav'n, shall be our Peace.
By Toils on Toils the Great Alcides thus
Gain'd Heav'n➡ for Himself—but GEORGE for Us.
Hark! now the Cannons eccho to the Sky,
GEORGE seeks the Senate now our Blifs is nigh,
He speaks-The Time of Happiness is come,
Attend, and let all fawcy Praise be Dumb,
And Calia met,
In an old fhady Grove;
The Nymph was Coy,
The am'rous Boy,
Still Sigh'd, and talk'd of Love;
He prais'd her Face,
Her Shape, her Grace, Her lovely Charming Mein;
And fwore fhe was
The brightest Lass, That tript it on the Green.
With Artful Tongue,
The Shepherd Sung,
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