Still in fign of fure Defence,
Truft and mutual Confidence,
On the Monarch, ftanding by,
Still the bends her gracious Eye,

Nor fears her Foes approach, while Heav'n and He are nigh.

VII.

Hence then with ev'ry anxious Care!
Begone pale Envy, and thou cold Despair!
Seek ye out a moody Cell,

Where Deceit and Treason dwell;

There repining, raging, ftill

Th'idle Air with Curfes fill;

There blaft the pathless Wild, and the bleak Northern Hill There your Exile vainly Moan;

There where with Murmurs horrid as your own, Beneath the sweeping Winds, the bending Forrefts groan But thou Hope, with smiling Chear,

Do thou bring the ready Year;

See the Hours! a chofen Band!

See with jocund Looks they ftand,
All in their trim Array, and waiting for Command.

VIII.

The welcome Train begins to move,
Hope leads Increase and chafte Connubial Love:
Flora fweet her Bounty spreads,
Smelling Gardens, painted Meads;
Ceres crowns the yellow Plain;
Pan rewards the Shepherd's Paiu;

All

All is Plenty, all is Wealth,

And on the balmy Air fits Rofie-colour'd Health.

I hear the Mirth, I hear the Land rejoyce, Like many Waters swells the pealing Noise, While to their Monarch, thus,they raifethe publick Voice. Father of thy Country, Hail!

Always, ev'ry where, prevail;

Pious, Valiant, Juft and Wife,
Better Suns for thee arife,

Purer Breezes fan the Skies,

Earth in Fruits and Flowers is dreft,

Joy abounds in ev'ry Breast,,

For thee thy People all, for thee the Year is bleft;

FINI S.

OR,

The ART of Getting Beautiful
CHILDREN.

A

POEM,

IN

FOUR BOOK S.

Written in Latin

By CLAUDIUS QUILLET.

Made English

By N. ROWE, Esq; &c.

Pulchra faciat te prole Parentem.

LONDON:

Printed for A. BELL, J. DARBY, A. BETTESWOrth, E. CURLL, J. PEMBERTON, C. RIVINGTON, J. HOOKE, R. CRUTTENDEN, T. Cox, F. CLAY, J. BATTLEY, and E. SYMON. M. DCC. XX.