His fleet, his army, and his mighty mind,
Efteem, and rev'rence, thro' the world do find.
A Prince, with fuch advantages as these,
Where he perfuades not, may command a peace.
BRITAIN declaring for the jufter fide,

The most ambitious will forget their pride;
They that complain will their endeavours cease,
Advis'd by him; incline to present peace;
Join to the TURK's deftruction; and then bring
All their pretenfes to fo juft a King.

If the fuccefsful troublers of mankind,
With laurel crown'd, fo great applause do find;
Shall the vex'd world less honor yield to those
That ftop their progress, and their rage oppose?
Next to that pow'r which does the ocean awe,
Is, to fet bounds, and give ambition law.

The BRITISH Monarch fhall the glory have,
That famous GREECE remains no longer flave:
That fource of art, and cultivated thought!
Which they, to ROME; and ROMANS, hither brought.
The banish'd MUSES fhall no longer mourn;
But may
with LIBERTY to GREECE return:
Tho' flaves, (like birds that fing not in a cage)
They loft their genius, and poetic rage;
HOMERS again, and PINDARS, may be found;
And his great actions with their numbers crown'd.
The TURK's vaft empire does united stand:
Chriftians, divided under the command
Of jarring Princes, would be foon undone,
Did not this Hero make their int'reft one:
Peace to embrace, ruin the common foe,
Exalt the Cross, and lay the Crescent low.
I 3

Thus

Thus may the Gospel to the rifing fun
Be fpread, and flourish where it first begun:
And this great day, (fo juftly honor'd here!)
Known to the east, and celebrated there.

Hæc ego longavus cecini tibi, maxime regum!
"Aufus & ipfe manu juvenum tentare laborem." Virgil.

To the DUCHESS, when he prefented this Book to her ROYAL HIGHNESS.

MAD

ADAM! I here present you with the rage,
And with the Beauties, of a former age:
Wishing you may with as great pleasure view
This, as we take in gazing upon you.

Thus we writ then your brighter eyes inspire
A nobler flame, and raise our genius higher.
While we your wit, and early knowledge, fear,
To our productions we become fevere :

Your matchlefs beauty gives our fancy wing;'
Your judgment makes us careful how we fing.
Lines not compos'd, as heretofore, in hafte,
Polifh'd like marble, shall like marble last :
And make you through as many Ages fhine,
AS TASSO has the Heroes of your line.

Tho' other names our wary writers use,
You are the fubject of the BRITISH Mufe:
Dilating mischief to yourself unknown,
Men write, and die, of wounds they dare not own.
So, the bright fun burns all our grafs away,
While it means nothing but to give us day.

These

Thefe VERSES were writ in the TASSO of ber ROYAL HIGHNESS.

T

ASSO knew how the fairer fex to grace;
But in no one durft all perfection place:

In her alone that owns this book, is feen
CLORINDA's fpirit, and her lofty meen;
SOPHRONIA'S piety, ERMINIA's truth,
ARMIDA's charms, her beauty, and her youth.
Our Princess here, as in a glass, does dress
Her well-taught mind; and ev'ry grace express,
More to our wonder, than RINALDO fought:
The Hero's race excels the Poet's thought.

O F

DIVINE LOVE.

A

POEM

IN SIX CANTO ES.

Floriferis ut apes in faltibus omnia libant;
Sic nos SCRIPTURÆ depafcimur aurea dicta;
Aurea! perpetua femper dignissima vitâ ! * * * *
Nam DIVINUS AMOR cum cæpit vociferari,
Diffugiunt animi terrores. * * * *. Lucretius, Lib. 3.

Exul eram, requiefque mihi, non fama, petita eft,
Mens intenta fuis nè foret ufque malis: * * * *
Namque ubi mota calent facra mea pectora Musâ,
Altior humano fpiritus ille malo eft.

Ovid. de Trift. Lib. 4. El. 1.