Whom Dangers ftill and Difficulteis make
More fierce and eager in his bold Attack.
But BRITAIN's Chief, as merciful as brave,
Still fights to conquer, Conquers but to Save:
Thus Ancient Hero's their juft Arms imploy'd,
To quell thofe Monsters which Mankind deftroy'd.
While fome the Name of Demi-Gods obtain,
By being Devils intire, deftroying Men;
He risks His Life, His Foes as Friends to fave,
The World to free, which others would enslave;
So doubly vanquishes his Friends and Foes,
These with his Kindnefs, with his Courage those.
Great is his Justice, but his Mercy more,
So far his Modefty tranfcends his Powers
The only thing He ne'er could conquer yet,
Which, as his Merit is more truly Great,
Does ftill the better of our HERO get.
But in the Field where we, by Foes, are told,
He only most prefumptuoufly is Bold,
Attacking of great Numbers with the Lefs,
But by more Dangers to enfure Success.
Yet has his Courage, Prudence for its Rein,
Which does his Rage victoriously restrain;
At once himself He conquers, with his Foe,
When Paffion would his Reafon overthrow of fa
Alike in Danger calm, as in Debate,
Not like those fierce hot Minifters of State,
In Council furious, as in War fedate.
He will in War, as peaceful Conteft, find
In fpight of Oppofition, Peace of Mind:
Who swift in Action, and in Conduct great,
Can boldly charge, triumphantly retreat,
Purfue his Foe, but fly pursuing Fame,
Has nothing but his Modefty his Blame.
What Wonder MARLBRO' by these Virtues rofe?
By these the Romans triumph'd o'er their Foes;
These rais'd the Trojan to the blefs'd Abode,
And made him firft an HER O, then a GOD.
Both were alike by Goddeffes infpir'd, (02
By Venus He, as You by ANNA fir'd;
Yet with this diff'rence, each in Time shall live,
He fought to gain an Empire You to give.
Allufion to Horace,
BOOK I. ODE XXII.
HEMA N that loves his KING and
And thuns each Vile Association;
That trufts his honeft Deeds i'th' Light,
Nor meets in dark Cabals, by Night,
With Fools, who, after much Debate,
Get themselves hang'd, and fave the State;
Needs not his Hall with Weapons store,
Nor dreads each Rapping at his Door;
(a) Integer vita, Scelerifque purus
Non eget Mauri jaculis, neque arcu,
Nec venenatis gravida Sagittis,
Fufce, pharetra :
Nor skulks iu fear of being known, zeleno je
Or hides his Guilt in Parfon's Gown ;beela Polo ? et Nor wants, to guard his gen'rbus Heart
The Ponyard or the poison'd Dart; (bad) belque » 27.M
And, but for Ornament and Pride, !':
A Sword of Lath might profs his Side.
(b) If o'er St. James's Park he ftray, He ftops not, pausing on his Way, Nor pulls his Hat down o'er his Face,
Nor ftarts, looks back and mends his Pace,
Or if he rambles to the Tow'r,--
He knows no Crime, and dreads no Pow'r; .
But thence returning, free as Wind
Smiles at the Bars he left behind.) 5 of A.
(c) Thus, as I loiter'd t'other Day,
Humming O ev'ry Month was May
And thoughtless how my Time I fquander'd,
From Whitehall thro' the Cockpit wander'd,
A Meffenger, with furly Eye,
View'd me quite round, and yet pafs'd by.
(b) Sive per Syrtes iter æftuofas,
Sive facturus per inhofpitalem
Caucafum, vel quæ loca fabulofus
Lambit Hydafpes.
(c) Namque me Silva lupils in Sabinâ
Dum meam canto Lalagen, & ultra
Terminum curis vagor expeditus,
Fugit inermem,
(4) No Sharper-Look or rougher Mein
In Scottish Highlands e'er were seen;
Nor Ale and Brandy ever bred
More pimpled Cheeks, or Nose more red;
And yet with both Hands in my Breast,
Careless I walk'd, nor shun'd the Beast.
(e) Place me among an hundred Spies,
Let all the Room be Ears and Eyes;
Or fearch my Pocket-Books and Papers,
No Word or Line fhall give me Vapours.
Send me to Whigs as true and hearty,
As ever pity'd poor M▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ tney;
Let Td S. And be there,
Or R—n We in the Chair,
(ƒ) Or send me to a Club of Tory's'
That damn and curfe at Marlbro's Glory's,
And drink-but fure none fuch there are!
The Devil, the Pope, and Rebel M75-
(d) Quale portentum neque Militaris
Daunia in latis alit afculentis:
Nec Juba tellus generat, leonum
Arida nutrix.
(e) Pone me, pigris ubi nulla campis
Arbor eftiva recreater aurâ
Quod latus mundi nebula, malufque
Jupiter urget:
(f) Pone fub curru nimium propinqui
Solis, in terra domibus negata:
Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo,
Dulce loquentem.
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