The Foe in vain with Gallick Arts attends, Lurks where tall Woods and thickest Coverts rife, Now fix'd to wait the coming Force, he seems } } And where they want their Way, they find it or they force, Like Not Danger, Toil, the tedious weary Way, Strait to the Town the Heroes turn their Care, O'er the steep Trench and Ramparts guarded Height, 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, So timely to the Aid of finking Rome, So from the proud Barbarians fnatch'd the Prey, From impious Arms at length, O Louis, cease! } Left Heav'n disclose fome yet more Fatal Scene, Left from thy Hand thou fee thy Scepter torn, } FINI S. E O DE FOR THE NEW TEAR MDCCXVI. By N. ROWE, Efq; Servant to His MAJESTY. Cuftode rerum Cæfare, non furor LONDON: Printed for JACOB TONSON, at Shakespear'sHead over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand. MDCCXIX. |