Yet ftill my Loyalty I'll boast,

King GEORGE fhall ever be my TOAST;
Unbrib'd, his Glorious Caufe I'll own,
And fearless fcorn each Traytor's Frown.

Upen the DEATH of Dr. SMITH, Vicer Mafter of Trinity-College, CAMBRIDGE.

S with foft Numbers when the Thracian try'd

From the cold Arms of Death to raife his Bride, Sooth'd by his Charms th' Infernals heard him mourn, And Death too smiling bid the Nymph return;

So too could you, Great Shade, the Fates affwage,
In gentler Notes elude their baffled Rage;
No lefs Effects thy skilful Hand might have,
And thy own Voice recal thee from the Grave;
But thy fair Virtue does fuch Hopes conceive,
That it rejects the LIFE thy Voice could give.

Lues Maffilienfis ;

ODE

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Authorem ejufdem tituli Poematis.

UALIS Minister turbinis Angelus

Accingit omnem numinis impetum ;
Lapfufque de Calo rubenti

Vult rapidis equitare ventis.

Enfem ille Sacrum, lethiferum, igneum
Nudatus orbi fata renuntiat;

It vox per Auras, ita tellus
Audiit, & tremuere gentes. }

Immane.

Immane ventus concutitur Sono,
Antris remotis Oceanus timet:

Multumque collifis tremifcit
Ifter aquis, ftrepitufque Nili.

Te Mufa tali flamine proripit,
Per Signa rerum, fæta periculis

Et morte, moliris procellam,
Et frueris Medius tumultu.

Qua lingua graffantem expediat lui

Non veftra Stragem? Que gemitus graves?
Terramve quis buftis frequentem

Et populi Morientis ora?

Faftidit omnes Oceani Moras

Diffufa peftis. Tum Rhodanus celer

Undare lugubri querela;

Tum gravidi gemuisse venti.

Garumna fentit proximus Malum
Deducta Gallorum arbitrio Jovis :

Quam mallet ingratum coactis
Oceanum viduare lymphis! ·

Que Scena vultus occupat horrida?
Agnofco Maftas Maffiliæ vias:

Ha

En!

En! Mortis informes triumphi,
En! Pueri, Lachrymæque Matrum!

Per colla parvas infinuans Manus
Se tollit infans matris ad Ofcula:
Hæc, ora fubmittens, puellum
Luminibus meditatur ægris.

At Sæpe, tota mente volubilis,
Concuffa inanit fila animi lues:
Et pefte Subductus, Superftes
Non poterit fugitare Lethen.

Si forte rerum meus manet integra,
Occurrit omnis rapta Sodalitas,
Patrifque lugendi Sepulcrum,

Et cineri Socianda Mater.

Divi! Ut negetur funeribus locus?
Totum, ecce, cedens in tumulos Solum!

Manes amicorum parentans

Mitte: aliam violabis urnam.

Tato venite huc agmine Vultures!
Tigres venite! Hæc bruta tuentia
Mirenter ignoto feroces

Poffe genas maduiffe fletu.

AN

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TO THE.

E-1 of Ca---g---N.

So

By Dn SY.

ERO! fprung from Ancient Blood!
CADOGAN, Valiant, Wife, and Good!
What Golden Lyre, what Happy Muse,
To fing thy Praises fhall we chufe?
great a Theme, fo new a Song

To Welfted only does belong,

Like Ovid foft is he, like Flaccus ftrongi