Great Doctor! the art of curing's cur'd by thee;
We now thy patient, Phyfick, fee
From all inveterate difeafes free,
Purg'd of old errours by thy care,
New-dieted, put forth to clearer air;
It now will ftrong and healthful prove;

Itself before lethargick lay, and could not move.

V.

These useful fecrets to his pen we owe,

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And thousands more 'twas ready to bestow,

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Of which a barb'rous war's unlearned rage
Has robb'd the ruin'd age.

O cruel lofs! as if the Golden Fleece,
With fo much cost and labour bought,
And from afar by a great hero brought,
Had funk ev'n in the ports of Greece.

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O curfed War! who can forgive thee this?
Houfes and towns may rife again,

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And ten times eafier it is

To rebuild Paul's than any work of his.
That mighty tafk none but himfelf can do;
Nay, fcarce himself, too, now;

For tho' his wit the force of Age withfland,
His body, alas! and time, it must command;
And Nature now, fa long by him furpafs'd,
Will, fure, have her revenge on him at last.

ODE.

ACME AND SEPTIMIUS, OUT OF CATULLUS.

Acmen Septimius fuos amores
Tenens in gremio,

c.

WaILST on Septimius' panting breast
(Meaning nothing less than reft)
Acme lean'd her loving head,
Thus the pleas'd Septimius faid:

My dearest Acme! if I be "Once alive, and love not thee "With a paffion far above "All that e'er was called love,

In a Lybian defert may "I become fome lion's prey; "Let him, Acme! let him tear "My breast when Acme is not there."

The god of Love who stood to hear him,
(The god of Love was always near him)
Pleas'd and tickled with the found,
Sneez'd aloud; and all around
The little Loves that waited by,
Bow'd, and blefs'd the augury.
Acme, inflam'd with what he said,
Rear'd her gently-bending head,

And her purple mouth with joy
Stretching to the delicious boy,

Twice (and twice could scarce fuffice)
She kifs'd his drunken rolling eyes.

"My little Life! my all!" said fhe, "So may we ever fervants be

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"Into my marrow is it gone,
"Fix'd and fettled in the bone:
"It reigns not only in my heart,
"But runs, like life, thro' ev'ry part."

She fpoke; the god of Love aloud
Sneez'd again, and all the crowd
Of little Loves, that waited by,
Bow'd, and blefs'd the augury.

This good omen, thus from heav'n,
Like a happy fignal giv'n,

Their loves and lives (all four) embrace,
And hand in hand run all the race.

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To poor Septimius (who did now
Nothing elfe but Acme grow)
Acme's bofom was alone

The whole world's imperial throne,
And to faithful Acme's mind
Septimius was all humankind.

If the gods would please to be

But advis'd for once by me,
I'd advife 'em, when they fpy
Any illuftrious piety,
To reward her, if it be she,

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Now bleffings on you all, ye peaceful Stars!
Which meet at last fo kindly, and difpenfe
Your univerfal gentle influence

To calm the ftormy world, and fill the rage of

wars.

Nor whilft around the Continent
Plenipotentiary beams ye fent,
Did your pacifick lights difdain,

In their large treaty, to contain

The world apart, o'er which do reign

Your fev'n fair brethren of great Charles his Wane;

No ftar amongst ye all did, I believe,

Such vigorous affiftance give

As that which thirty years ago,

forefhow:

At Charles his birth *, did, in despite
Of the proud Sun's meridian light,
His future glories and this year
No lefs effects than these we may
B' affur'd of from that pow'rful ray

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Which could outface the fun, and overcome the day.

II.

Aufpicious Star! again arise,

And take thy noontide station in the fkies;
Again all heav'n prodigiously adorn,

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For, lo! thy Charles again is born:

He then was born with and to pain,

With and to joy he's born again:
And wifely for this second birth,

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By which thou certain wert to blefs

The land with full and flourishing happiness,

The ftar that appeared at noon the day of the King's birth, juft as the King his father was riding to St. Paul's to give thanks to God for that blessing.