A PROLOGUE defign'd for TA-
MERLANE, but never spoke.

Writtten by Dr. G-th.

O Day a mighty Hero comes to warm

Ty Day a Jod, cobid you, Britains, arm.

To Valour much he owes, to Virtue more ;
He fights to fave, and conquers to restore.
He strains no Texts, nor makes Dragoons perswade;
He likes Religion, but he hates the Trade.
Born for Mankind, they by his Labours live;
Their Property is his Prerogative.

His Sword deftroys less than his Mercy faves,
And none, except his Paffions, are his Slaves.
Such, Britains, is the Prince that you poffefs,
In Council greateft, and in Camps no less:
Brave, but not Cruel; Wife without Deceit ;
Born for an Age curs'd with a Bajazet.
Burt you, difdaining to be too secure,
Ask his Protection, and yet grudge his Power
With you a Monarch's Right is in difpute;
Who gives Supplies, are only Absolute.
Britain, for fhame your factious Feuds decline,
Too long you've labour'd for the Bourbon Line:
Affert loft Rights, an Auftrian Prince alone
3 born to nod upon a Spanish Throne.
Caufe no lefs could on Great Eugene call,
Steep Alpine Rocks require an Hannibal:
He shows you your loft Honour to retrieve;
Our Troops will fight, when once the Senate give.
Quit your Cabals and Factions, and in spite
Of Whig and Tory in this Cause unite.
One Vote will then fend Anjou back to France,
There let the Meteor end his airy Dance:
Elfe to the Mantuan Soil he may repair,
(E'en abdicated Gods were Latium's Care)
At worst, he'll find fome Cornish Borough here.

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for I. On the Countess of Dr Miftrefs

to King J

-II. 1680.

By the Earl of D

ELL me Dormida, why fo gay,

Thy fuch Embroidery, Fringe, and Lace?

Can any Dreffes find a way

To stop th' Approaches of Decay,
And mend a ruin'd Face?

II.

Wilt thou ftill sparkle in the Box,
And ogle in the Ring?

Canft thou forget the Age and Pox?
Can all that fhines on Shells and Rocks
Make thee a fine young thing?
III.

So have I feen in Larder dark.

Of Veal a lucid Loin,
Repleat with many a hellish Spark,
As wife Philofophers remark,
At once both stink and fhine,

The GOLDEN AGE Reftor'd. A Poem in Imitation of the fourth Paftoral of Virgil; Suppos'd to have been taken from a Sibylline Prophecy.

Sicilian

-Paulo Majora canamus.

Icilian Mufe, begin a loftier Flight,.

Not all in Trees and lowly Shrubs delight:
Or if your Rural Shades you still pursue,
Make your Shades fit for able Statefmens View..

DEUS

CORVOS

William Corbett.

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