Great eye of all, whofe glorious ray Ye moon and planets, who difpenfe, By God's command, your influence; Refign to him, as your Creator due, That veneration which men pay to you, Faireft, as well as first, of things, Praise him ye loud harmonious fpheres, Who did all forms from the rude chaos draw, Ye watery mountains of the sky, Vaft ever-moving orbs, exalt his name, Who gave Ye dragons, whose contagious breath Change your fierce hiffing into joyful song, And praise your Maker with your forked tongue. Praise him, ye monsters of the deep, That in the seas vast bosoms sleep; At whofe command the foaming billows roar, Ye mists and vapours, hail and fnow, Swift exccutors of his holy word, Whirlwinds and tempests, praise th' Almighty Lord. Mountains, who to your Maker's view Seem lefs than mole-hills do to you, Remember how, when firft Jehovah fpoke, All heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in smoke. Praife him, fweet offspring of the ground, Idle muficians of the fpring, Whose only care 's to love and fing, Fly through the world, and let your trembling throat Praife your Creator with the sweetest note. Praise him each favage furious beaft, And you tame flaves of the laborious plow, Majestic monarchs, mortal gods, May all attempts against your crowns be vain! Let the wide world his praises sing, Where Tagus and Euphrates spring, And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those You that difpofe of all our lives, Praise him from whom your power derives ; Be true and just like him, and fear his word, As much as malefactors do your fword. Praife him, old monuments of time; Jehovah's name fhall only laft, When heaven, and earth, and all is past : Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee, But unconceivable eternity. Exalt, O Jacob's facred race, The God of gods, the God of grace ; Who will above the stars your empire raise, And with his glory recompenfe your praife. A PRO A PROLOGUE, SPOKEN TO His Royal Highness the DUKE of YORK, OLLY and vice are easy to defcribe, F The common subjects of our fcribbling tribe ; But when true virtues, with unclouded light, His name ftruck fear, his conduct won the day, And while the heavens were fire and th' ocean blood, O happy iflands, if you knew your blifs! Let Fame aloud to future ages tell, None e'er commanded, none obey'd so well; Proclaim that fuch a hero never springs, But from the uncorrupted blood of kings. On a young Lady who fung finely, and was afraid of a Cold. WINTER, thy cruelty extend, Till fatal tempests swell the sea. In vain let finking pilots pray ; you Thefe we can bear; but, gentle Fate, And thou, bleft Genius of our ifle, VIRGIL'S |