Who does our Homage for our Good require ; And haughty BRITAIN yields to Arbitrary Sway. Let the young AUSTRIAN then Her Terrors bear, Great as He is, Her Delegate in War: Let Him in Thunder fpeak to both his SPAINS, To Temples Zeal, and Manners to the Stage; MINERVA thus to PERSEUS lent Her Shield; } So was His Fame compleat, and ANDROMEDE unchain'd. Mean time amidst Her Native Temples fate Thus whilft She did Her various Pow'r difpofe, The World was freed from Tyrants, Wars, and Woes: Virtue was taught in Verfe, and ATHENS' Glory rofe. A Monfieur Boileau Defpreaux; Mh. Occasion'd by the finest VICTORY at BLENHEIM, 1704. Cupidum, Pater optime, vires Hor. Sat. 1. L. 2. INCE hir'd for Life, thy Servile Muse muft fing Succeffive Conquests, and a glorious King; Muft of a Man Immortal vainly boaft; What Turn wilt Thou employ, what Colours lay In which one ENGLISH Subject's profp'rous Hand Broke Broke the proud Column of thy Mafter's Praife, From the loft Field a hundred Standards brought When thy* young Mufe invok'd the tuneful Nine, And tho' the Poet made his laft Efforts, who could mention in Heroic WURTS? Is it too hard in happy Verse to place The VANS and VANDERS of the RHINE and MAES? Her Warriors ANNA fends from TWEED and THAMES, That FRANCE may fall by more harmonious Names. Can't thou not HAMILTON or LUMLY bear? Would INGOLDSBY or PALMES offend thy Ear? * Epiftre 4. du Sr. Boileau Dépreaux au Roy. En vain, pour Te Ložer, &c. And And is there not a Sound in MARLBRO's Name, } CUTTS is in Meeter fomething harfh to read: Place me the Valiant GOURA M in his ftead: Let the Intention make the Number good: Let generous SYLVIUS fpeak for honeft WOOD. And tho' rough CHURCHILL fcarce in Verfe will stand, So as to have one Rhime at his Command; With Eafe the Bard reciting BLENHEIM'S Plain, May close the Verfe, rememb'ring but the DANE. I grant, old Friend, old Foe (for fuch We are Alternate, as the Chance of Peace and War) for f Who let their Fancy loofe in rambling Profe., bad For Inftance now, how hard it is for Meg air! To make my Matter and my Verfe agree? In one great Day on HOCHSTET's fatal Plain Y FRENCH and BAVARIANS twenty thousand flains voli Push'd thro' the DANUBE to the Shoars of STYX Squadrons eighteen, Battalions twenty fix: Officers Captive made and private Men, Of these twelve hundreds of those thousands ténovoquer'i Tents, Ammunition, Colours, Carriages, Cannons, and Kettle-Drumsfweet Numbers thefe. Bbb But But is it thus You ENGLISH Bards compofe? And when you should your Heroes Deeds rehearse, Why Faith, DEPREAUX, there's Senfe in what You fay: I told you where my Difficulty lay: So vast, so numerous were great BLENHEIM's Spoils, Or bring the Sum of GALLIA's Lofs to Rhime, 'Tis mighty hard: What Poet would effay To count the Streamers of my Lord Mayor's Day? To number all the feveral Dishes dreft By honeft LAMB, laft Coronation Feast? Or make Arithmetic and Epic meet ; And NEWTON's Thoughts in DRYDEN'S Stile repeat? O Poet, had it been APOLLO's Will, That I had fhar'd a Portion of thy Skill; Had this poor Breaft receiv'd the Heav'nly Beam ; To |