PROLOGUE

TO THE

Fifth of November, 1716.

ELL are you met to fee what Thanks we

pay,

To Him, who fav'd us on this glorious

Day.

The yefter Sun the happy Hero bore,

And the next gave him to Britannia's Shore;
As if Heaven's Care would have it understood,
His firft Employment here was Publick Good.
From him our Author ftrove his Prince to Paint;
And tho' his Strokes are weak and Colours faint,

Yet

Yet take once more his Labours in good Part,
And fpare bad Numbers for an honest Heart.
Oh! may the great Original furvive,

And in our grateful Thoughts for ever live;
His Praise our Children's Children fhall confefs,
And Ages yet to come Immortal WILLIAM bless.
Behold how thick his Bounties round us crowd,
Our Freedom, Laws, and Peace by him beftow'd:
He our old Line of conq'ring Kings reftor'd,
And gave us from Plantagenet a Lord;

Our Royal GEORGE, at whofe rever'd Commands,
To jufter Leagues fubmit the Neighb'ring Lands,
And mend the wicked Work of bungling Hands.
Nor is his Goodness to his own confin'd,
But giv'n a gen'ral Largefs to Mankind.
See how kind Providence has fent him forth,
To plant his Olives in the frozen North;
To bid the Rage of barb'rous Nations ceafe,
And footh the rugged Vandal World to Peace.
Oh! when will he the Publick Joy restore,
And chear his Britain's long-expecting Shore!
Oh! when indulgent to the filial Pray'r,
Will he relieve the Royal Youth from Care;
Receive the Sceptre from his duteous Hand,
And bless the pious Guardian of the Land?
Then shall the Rebel-Race, whofe Pow'r lies low,
Whose stubborn Necks with Indignation bow,

No

No more with fruitless Rage the Land moleft,
But let their Country in her King be bleft:
His wifh'd Return fubmiffiye shall they meet,
And weep repenting at his gracious Feet;
No longer let his Mercy loft complain,
But fhew him that he has not fpar'd in vain.

THE

THE

Proteftant Toafts.

ILL the Glaffes all round,
Let the Musick resound.

To the Healths which we Britons re

quire:

First, To GEORGE, our Great KING,

Whilft we merrily fing,

For He always will Gladness infpire.

In Peace or in War,

He makes it his Care,

His Subjects juft Rights to defend,

And neglects his own Eafe,

While he ftrives to increase

Both the Riches and Strength of the Land.

His generous Mind

To our Welfare inclin'd Those Illuftrious Qualities grace,

Which did heretofore move

Al Popular Love,

And adorn'd the PLANTAGENET Race.

Next, as we begun,

To the HERO, his SON,
Whose bright Vertues we juftly admire:

With the fame Noble Views,

The fame Ends he pursues,
And will tread in the Steps of his Sire.

Then let us Carouse,

To the PRINCESS, his SPOUSE,
And remember her Piety try'd;
Who, adhering to Truth,
In the Bloom of her Youth,

For Religion an Empire deny'd.

To their Off-Spring so Gay,

From the Dawn of whofe Day,

We may promise our felves future Blifs;
And, in diftant Years,

Unmolested by Fears,

Shall rejoyce, as we now do in This.