O that fome Muse, renown'd for lofty verse,
In daring numbers wou'd thy toils rehearse!
Draw thee belov'd in peace, and fear'd in wars,
Inur'd to noon-day sweats, and mid-night cares!
But ftill the God-like man, by some hard fate,
Receives the glory of his toils too late;
Too late the verse the mighty act succeeds,
One age the Hero, one the Poet breeds.
A thousand years in full succession ran,
Ere Virgil rais'd his voice and sung the man
Who, driv'n by stress of fate, such dangers bore
On stormy seas, and a disastrous shore,
Before he fettled in the promis'd earth,
And gave the Empire of the world its birth.
Troy long had found the Grecians bold and fierce,
Ere Homer mustered up their troops in verse;
Long had Achilles quell'd the Trojans' lust,
And laid the labour of the Gods in duft,
Before the tow'ring Muse began her flight,
And drew the Hero raging in the fight,
Engag'd in tented fields, and rolling floods,
Or flaught'ring mortals, or a match for gods.
And here, perhaps, by fate's unerring doom,
Some mighty bard lies hid in years to come,
That shall in WILLIAM'S God-like acts engage,
And with his battles warm a future age,

Hibernian

Hibernian fields shall here thy conquests show;
And Boyn be fung, when it has ceas'd to flow;
Here Gallic labours shall advance thy fame,
And here Seneffe shall wear another name.
Our late pofterity with fecret dread,
Shall view thy battles, and with pleasure read
How, in the bloody field, too near advanc'd,
The guiltless bullet on thy shoulder glanc'd.
The race of NASSAUS was by heav'n design'd

To curb the proud oppressors of mankind,
To bind the tyrants of the earth with laws,
And fight in every injur'd nation's cause,
The world's great patriots; they for justice call,
And as they favour, kingdoms rise or fall.
Our British youth, unus'd to rough alarms,
Careless of fame, and negligent of arms,
Had long forgot to meditate the foe,
And heard unwarm'd the martial trumpet blow;
But now, inspir'd by thee, with fresh delight,
Their swords they brandish, and require the fight,
Renew their ancient conquests on the main,
And act their father's triumphs o'er again;
Fir'd, when they hear how Agincourt was strow'd
With Gallic corps, and Creffi swam in blood,

With eager warmth they fight, ambitious all

Who first shall storm the breach, or mount the wall.

In vain the thronging enemy by force

Would clear the ramparts and repel their course;
They break through all, for WILLIAM leads the way>
Where fires rage most, and loudest engines play.
Namure's late terrors and destruction show,
What WILLIAM, warm'd with just revenge, can do:
Where once a thousand turrets rais'd on high
Their gilded spires, and glitter'd in the sky,
An undiftinguish'd heap of dust is found,
And all the pile lies smoaking on the ground.

His toils for no ignoble ends design'd,
Promote the common welfare of mankind;
No wild ambition moves, but Europe's fears,
The cries of orphans, and the widow's tears:
Opprest religion gives the first alarms,
And injur'd justice sets him in his arms;
His conquefts freedom to the world afford,
And nations bless the labours of his fword.

Thus when the forming Muse would copy forth

A perfect pattern of heroic worth,

She fets a man triumphant in the field,

O'er giants cloven down, and monsters kill'd

Reeking in blood, and smear'd with dust and sweat,
Whilst angry gods conspire to make him great.
Thy navy rides on feas before unprest,
And strikes a terror through the haughty Eaft;

Algiers

Algiers and Tunis from their fultry shore
With horror hear the British engines roar,
Fain from the neighb'ring dangers would they run,
And wish thenfelves still nearer to the fun.
The Gallic ships are in their ports confin'd,
Deny'd the common use of fea and wind,
Nor dare again the British strength engage;
Still they remember that deftructive rage
Which lately made their trembling hoft retire,
Stunn'd with the noise, and wrapt in smoke and fire;
The waves with wide unnumber'd wrecks were ftrow'd,
And planks, and arms, and men, promiscuous flow'd.
Spain's numerous fleet that perish'd on our coaft,
Cou'd scarce a longer line of battle boaft,
The winds cou'd hardly drive 'em to their fate,
And all the ocean labour'd with the weight.
Where-e'er the waves in restless eddies roll,
The fea lies open now to either pole :
Now may we fafely use the Northern gales,
And in the Polar Circle spread our fails :
Or deep in Southern climes, secure from wars,
New lands explore, and fail by other stars:
Fetch uncontroul'd each labour of the fun,
And make the product of the world our own.

At length, proud Prince, ambitious Lewis, cease

To plague mankind, and trouble Europe's peace ;

Think on the structures which thy pride has raz'd, On towns unpeopled, and on fields laid waste; Think on the heaps of corps, and streams of blood, On every guilty plain, and purple flood, Thy arms have made, and cease an impious war, Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care. Or if no milder thought can calm thy mind, Behold the great avenger of mankind, See mighty NASSAU through the battle ride, And fee thy fubjects gafping by his fide : Fain wou'd the pious Prince refuse th' alarm, Fain wou'd he check the fury of his arm ; But when thy cruelties his thoughts engage, The Hero kindles with becoming rage, Then countries stol'n, and captives unrestor'd, Give strength to ev'ry blow, and edge his fword. Behold with what refistless force he falls On towns befieg'd, and thunders at thy walls! Ask Villeroy, for Villeroy beheld The town furrender'd, and the treaty seal'd; With what amazing strength the forts were won, Whilft the whole pow'r of France stood looking on. But stop not here: behold where Berkley stands, And executes his injur'd King's commands : Around thy coast his bursting bombs he pours On flaming citadels, and falling tow'rs;