Had I been conftant to Sichæus ftill,

And fingle liv'd, I had not known this ill!

Such thoughts torment the Queen's enraged breast, While the Dardanian does fecurely reft

In his tall fhip, for fudden flight prepar'd;
To whom once more the fon of Jove appear'd;
Thus feems to speak the youthful Deity,
Voice, hair, and colour, all like Mercury.

Fair Venus' feed! canft thou indulge thy fleep,
Nor better guard in fuch great danger keep?
Mad, by neglect to lose so fair a wind!
If here thy fhips the purple morning find,
Thou shalt behold this hoftile harbour fhine
With a new fleet, and fires, to ruin thine
She meditates revenge, refolv'd to die;
Weigh anchor quickly, and her fury fly.

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This faid, the God in shades of night retir'd. Amaz'd Æneas, with the warning fir'd, Shakes off dull fleep, and roufing up his men, Behold! the Gods command our flight again. Fall to your oars, and all your canvas spread : What God foe'er that thus vouchfafes to lead, We follow gladly, and thy will obey, Affift us ftill, fmoothing our happy way, And make the reft propitious!-With that word, He cuts the cable with his shining fword: Through all the navy doth like ardor reign, They quit the fhore, and rush into the main : Plac'd on their banks, the lufty Trojans fweep Neptune's fimooth face, and cleave the yielding deep

On the Picture of a FAIR

A

YOUTH,

Taken after he was Dead.

S gather'd flowers, while their wounds are new, Look gay and fresh, as on the ftalk they grew ; Torn from the root that nourish'd them a while (Not taking notice of their fate) they fimile; And, in the hand which rudely pluck'd them, fhow Fairer than thofe that to their autumn grow:

So love and beauty still that visage grace :

Death cannot fright them from their wonted place.
Alive, the hand of crooked Age had marr'd
Those lovely features, which cold Death has spar'd.
No wonder then he fped in love so well,
When his high paffion he had breath to tell;
When that accomplish'd foul, in this fair frame,
No business had, but to perfuade that dame;
Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth so high,
That, but to heaven, he could no higher fly.

On a BREDE of divers Colours, woven by Four Ladies.

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WICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twine

This curious web, where all their fancies fhine:
As nature them, fo they this fhade have wrought;
Soft as their hands, and various as their thought.
Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train dis-spread,
He wooes the female to his painted bed;

No, not the bow, which fo adorns the skies,
So glorious is, or boafts fo many dyes.

TO MY LORD PROTECTOR, Of the prefent Greatnefs, and joint Interest, of his HIGHNESS and this Nation.

WHILE with a ftrong, and yet a gentle, hand,

You bridle faction, and our hearts command;

Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too :

Let partial fpirits ftill aloud complain :
Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign:
And own no liberty, but where they may
Without controul upon their fellows prey.

Above the waves as Neptune fhew'd his face
To chide the winds, and fave the Trojan race:
So has your Highness, rais'd above the reft,
Storms of ambition, toffing us, repreft.

Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Reftor'd by you, is made a glorious state;
The feat of empire, where the Irish come,
And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom.

The fea's our own: and now, all nations greet,
With bending fails, each veffel of our fleet :
Your power extends as far as winds can blow,
Or fwelling fails upon the globe may go.

Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law,
To balance Europe, and her states to awe)
In this conjunction doth on Britain smile;
The greatest Leader, and the greatest Ifle!
Whether this portion of the world were rent,
By the rude ocean, from the continent;
Or thus created; it was fure defign'd
To be the facred refuge of mankind.

Hither th' oppreffed fhall henceforth refort,
Justice to crave, and fuccour, at your Court;
And then your Highness, not for ours alone,
But for the world's Protector fhall be known.

Fame, fwifter than your winged navy, flies
Through every land that near the ocean lies;
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news
To all that piracy and rapine use.

With fuch a Chief the meanest nation bleft,
Might hope to lift her head above the reft:
What may be thought impoffible to do
By us, embraced by the Sea and You?

Lords of the world's great wafte, the ocean, we
Whole forefts fend to reign upon the sea;
And every coast may trouble, or relieve:
But none can vifit us without your leave.
Angels, and we, have this prerogative,
That none can at our happy feats arrive:
While we defcend at pleafure, to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.

Our little world, the image of the great,

Like that, amidst the boundless ocean fet,

Of her own growth hath all that nature craves ;
And all that 's rare, as tribute from the waves.
As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,

But to the Nile owes more than to the sky;
So, what our earth, and what our heaven, denies,
Our ever-constant friend, the fea, fupplies.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,

Free from the scorching fun that makes it grow :
Without the worm, in Perfian filks we fhine;
And, without planting, drink of every vine.

To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither fwims:
Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow,
We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow.

Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds;
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds :
Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown,
Could never make this island all her own.

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too,
France-conquering Henry flourish'd; and now You:
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state,
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd,
He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide
Another yet: a world reserv'd for you,
To make more great than that he did fubdue.

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