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Of ancient prudence here he ruminates,
Of rifing kingdoms and of falling states:
What ruling arts gave great Augustus fame,
And how Alcides purchas'd fuch a name.
His eyes, upon his native palace * bent,
Close by, fuggeft a greater argument.
His thoughts rife higher, when he does reflect
On what the world may from that ftar expect
Which at his birth appear'd, to let us fee
Day, for his fake, could with the night agree :
A prince on whom such diff'rent lights did smile,
Born the divided world to reconcile !.

Whatever Heav'n, or high extracted blood
Could promise, or foretel, he will make good;
Reform thefe nations, and improve them more
Than this fair Park, from what it was before.

LII.

Of the invafion and defeat

OF THE TURKS,

IN THE YEAR 1683.

THE modern Nimrod, with a fafe delight
Pursuing beats, that fave themselves by flight,

* St. James's.

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Grown proud, and weary of his wonted game,
Would Chriftians chase, and facrifice to fame.

A prince with eunuchs and the fofter sex
Shut up fo long, would warlike nations vex,
Provoke the German, and, neglecting Heav'n,
Forget the truce for which his oath was giv'n.
His Grand Vifier, prefuming to invest
The chief imperial city of the West *,
With the first charge compeli'd in haste to rise,
His treafure, tents, and cannon, left a prize:
The standard loft, and janizaries flain,

Render the hopes he gave his master vain.

The flying Turks, that bring the tidings home, 15
Renew the mem'ry of his father's doom;

And his guard murmurs, that so often brings
Down from the throne their unsuccessful kings.
The trembling Sultan 's forc'd to expiate

His own ill conduct by another's fate:
The Grand Vifier, a tyrant, tho' a flave,
A fair example to his master gave;

He Baffas' heads, to fave his own, made fly,
And now, the Sultan to preferve, must die.

The fatal bowstring was not in his thought,
When, breaking truce, he fo unjustly fought;
Made the world tremble with a num'rous hoft,
And of undoubted victory did boast.

* Vienna.

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Strangled he lies! yet feems to cry aloud,
To warn the mighty, and inftruct the proud,
That of the great, neglecting to be just,
Heav'n in a moment makes an heap of duft.

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The Turks fo low, why fhould the Christians lofe Such an advantage of their barb'rous foes?

Neglect their prefent ruin to complete,

Before another Solyman they get?

Too late they would with fhame, repenting, dread
That num'rous herd, by fuch a lion led :

He Rhodes and Buda from the Chriftians tore,
Which timely union might again restore.

But, sparing Turks, as if with rage poffeft,
The Chriftians perifh, by themselves oppreft:
Cities and provinces fo dearly won,

That the victorious people are undone!

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What angel fhall defcend to reconcile The Chriftian ftates, and end their guilty toil? A prince more fit from Heav'n we cannot ask Than Britain's king, for fuch a glorious task; His dreadful navy, and his lovely mind, Gives him the fear and favour of mankind: His warrant does the Christian faith defend; On that relying, all their quarrels end. The peace is fign'd, and Britain does obtain What Rome had fought from her fierce fons in vain.

doth claim,

In battles won Fortune a part
And foldiers have their portion in the fame;

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In this fuccefsful union we find

Only the triumph of a worthy mind.

"Tis all accomplish'd by his royal word,

Without unfheathing the destructive sword;
Without a tax upon his fubjects laid,

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Their peace disturb'd, their plenty, or their trade:
And what can they to such a Prince deny,
With whose desires the greatest kings comply?

The arts of peace are not to him unknown;
This happy way he march'd into the throne;
And we owe more to Heav'n than to the fword,
The wifh'd return of so benign a lord.

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Charles! by old Greece with a new freedom grac'd, Above her antique heroes fhall be plac'd. What Thefeus did, or Theban Hercules, Holds no compare with this victorious peace; Which on the Turks fhall greater honour gain, Than all their giants and their monsters slain : Thofe are bold tales, in fabulous ages told, This glorious act the living do behold.

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HAT revolutions in the world have been!

How are we chang'd fince we first saw the Queen!

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She, like the fun, does still the fame appear,
Bright as she was at her arrival here!
Time has commiffion mortals to impair,
But things celeftial is oblig'd to fpare.

May ev'ry new year find her still the fame

In health and beauty as fhe hither came !
When Lords and Commons, with united voice,
Th' Infanta nam'd, approv'd the royal choice:
First of our queens whom not the King alone,
But the whole nation, lifted to the throne.

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With like confent, and like defert, was crown'd The glorious Prince * that does the Turk confound. Victorious both! his conduct wins the day,

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And her example chases vice away:

Tho' louder fame attend the martial rage;

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'Tis greater glory to reform the age.

VE

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LIV.

OF TEA,

COMMENDED BY HER MAJESTY,

Us her myrtle, Phoebus has his bays;
Tea both excels, which the vouchsafes to praise,
The best of queens, and best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation which the way did show

John Sobieski, king of Poland.