Royal Charmer, Now to chear you, Britains wait you, &c. Joys are near you, Round the Bal, Sports hafte to treat you, Honours to greet you, With Love's true Bleffing GEORGE the Crown of all. To grace the Court, o'er Beauty to prefide, Bleft Britain comes in bright CHARLOTTA joyn'd, Know your Goddess, Race of Ocean, Smooth your Waves, attend her Motion, Like her Hero let her find Leading Gales with Tides combine, Waft her foon, and leave no Notion, From their chafte Loves a Race of Heroes Springs, Hopes Hopes of vaft Empires o'er each Hemifphere, X The Winds for Reft would court the Fair to ftay; Pitying Pow'rs above, Kind to tender Love, Bear her Sighs to her Adorer. Say his Smiles alone Who her Love has known, Can to abfent Joy restore her. See faithful Love and Piety prevail, The Pow'rs propitious breathe, the friendly Gale; Winds her fair Treffes fpread, and fan her Charms, ли Fond and ravish'd, fee him meet her, 1ˆ But to make their Joys the fweeter, And their Flames to burn the more. 73 AN EPISTLE TO THE King of Sweden, FROM A Lady of England. O Thee, Rude Warrior, whom we once admir'd, And thought thy Actions spoke Thee half infpir'd, While Juftice held the Ballance of thy Caufe, And ev'ry Language founded Thy Applaufe: But But fince Ambition, and Revenge prevails, Fame now a Tale of fresher Date has told, Beyond thy mad Romantick Feats of Old: Our Malecontents thy Num'rous Squadrons boaft, Defcribe thy Pendants flying on our Coast, And hear the pleasing Cry, Britannia's loft; But we, who know the Genius of our Ifle, At their Report, and thy Invafion fmile. Are not our DAMES in ev'ry Climate fam'd, Les Belles Angloifes, by ev'ry Nation nam'd? Are not our YOUTH in Foreign Fields admir'd? Alike by Valour and by Love inspir'd? And shall thofe Fair Ones, who the Morning pafs, Confulting that dear Friend to Love, the Glafs, To fet the Front and Fav'rite Patch in Place; To bow, and glance it with becoming Grace, To melt the Hero's Heart and charm his Eyes, Fall to thy Gothick Rage a Sacrifice? No, to thy Terror learn, our British Youth, Are fam'd for Honour, Conftancy, and Truth; Each would as foon confent thy Caufe to aid, As yield the Fair to whom his Vows are paid. |