The Foe in vain with Gallick Arts attends,
To mark which way the wary Leader bends;
Vainly in War's myfterious Rules is Wife,

Lurks where tall Woods and thickest Coverts rife,
And meanly hopes a Conqueft from Surprize.
Now with swift Horfe the Plain around 'em beats,
And oft Advances, and as oft Retreats;

Now fix'd to wait the coming Force, he seems
Secur'd by fteepy Banks and rapid Streams;
While River-Gods in vain Exhauft their Store,
From plenteous Urns the gufhing Torrents pour,
Rife o'er their utmost Margins to the Plain,
And strive to stay the Warrior's Hafte in vain;
Alike they pafs the Plain and closer Wood,
Explore the Ford and tempt the fwelling Flood,
Unfhaken still purfue their steadfast Course,

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And where they want their Way, they find it or they force,
But anxious Thoughts Savoy's Great Prince infeft,
And roll ill-boding in his Careful Breast;
Oft he revolves the Ruins of the Great,
And fadly thinks on loft Bavaria's Fate,
The hapless Mark of Fortune's cruel Sport,
An Exile meanly forc'd to beg Support
From the flow Bounties of a Foreign Court.
Forc'd from his lov'd Turin, his laft Retreat,
His Glory once and Empire's ancient Seat,
He fees from far where wide Destructions fpread,
And fiery Show'rs the goodly Town Invade,
Then turns to mourn in vain his ruin'd State,
And curfe the unrelenting Tyrant's Hate.
But great Eugene prevents his ev'ry Fear,
He had refolv'd it, and he would be there;

Like

Not Danger, Toil, the tedious weary Way,
Nor all the Gallick Pow'rs his promis'd Aid delay.
Like Truth it self unknowing how to fail,
He fcorn'd to doubt, and knew he must prevail.
Thus ever certain does the Sun appear.
Bound by the Law of Jove's Eternal Year;
Thus conftant to his Course sets out at Morn,
Round the wide World in twice Twelve Hours is born,
And to a Moment keeps his fix'd Return.

Strait to the Town the Heroes turn their Care,
Their Friendly Succour for the Brave prepare,
And on the Foe united bend the War.

O'er the steep Trench and Ramparts guarded Height,
At once they rush and drive the Rapid Fight;
With idle Arms the Gallick Legions seem
To ftem the Rage of the refiftless Stream,
At once it bears 'em down, at once they yield,
Headlong are pufh'd and fwept along the Field;
Resistance ceases, and 'tis War no more,

At once the Vanquish'd own the Victors Pow'r; Throughout the Field, where-e'er they turn their Sight, 'Tis all or Conqueft or Inglorious Flight;

Swift to their refcu'd Friends their Joys they bear,
With Life and Liberty at once they Chear,
And fave 'em in the Moment of Despair.

So timely to the Aid of finking Rome,
With active Hafte did Great Camillus come:
So to the Capitol he forc'd his Way,

So from the proud Barbarians fnatch'd the Prey,
And fav'd his Country in one Signal Day.

From impious Arms at length, O Louis, cease!
And leave at length the lab'ring World in Peace,

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Left Heav'n disclose fome yet more Fatal Scene,
Fatal beyond Ramillia or Turin;

Left from thy Hand thou fee thy Scepter torn,
And humbled in the Duft thy Loffes mourn;
Left urg'd at length thy own repining Slave,
Tho' fond of Burthens, and in Bondage brave,
Pursue thy Hoary Head with Curses to the Grave.

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MDCCXVI.

By N. ROWE, Efq;

Servant to His MAJESTY.

Cuftode rerum Cæfare, non furor
Civilis, aut vis eximet otium:
Non ira que procudit enfes,
Et miferas inimicat urbes.
Hor. Lib. 4. Ode 15.

LONDON:

Printed for JACOB TONSON, at Shakespear'sHead over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand. MDCCXIX.