The Seamen feem'd t' have loft their Arts. Their Ships at Anchor now, of which w'had heard them boaft, [Billow toft, With ill-furl'd Sails, and Rattlings loofe, by every Lay like neglected Harps, untun'd, unftrung; 'Till at the laft, provok'd with Shame, Forth from their Dens the baited Foxes came: Foxes in Council, and in Fight too Grave: Seldom true, and now not brave. They blufter'd out the day with shew of Fight, XIX. A bloody Battel next was fought, And then in Triumph home a welcome Fleet he With Spoils of Victory, and Glory fraught. No difcontented Vermin of ill Times Durft then affront him but in show; When his tumultuous mif-led Foes With what Heroick grace He chose the weight of wrong to undergo? But when the Meffengers did Mandates bring Since fent from the relenting hand Of the moft Loving BROTHER, Kindest KING If in his heart Regret did rise, It never fcapt his Tongue or Eyes: With fteady Virtue 'twas allay'd, And like a mighty Conqu❜ror He obey'd. XX. It was a dark and gloomy Day, The Court, where Pleafures us'd to flow, Where men for News and Bus'nefs ufe to come. With folded Arms and down-caft Eyes men walk'd, In corners and with caution talk'd. All things prepar'd, the Hour grew near When he must part: his last short time was spent In leaving Bleffings on his Children dear. To them with eager Hafe and Love he went; The Eldeft firft embrac'd, As new-born Day in Beauty bright, But fad in Mind as deepeft Night. What tendreft Hearts could fay, betwixt them paft; 'Till Grief too clofe upon them crept: So fighing he withdrew, She turn'd away and wept. Much of the Father in his Breaft did rise, When on the next he fixt his Eyes, A tender Infant in the Nurfe's Arms, Full of kind play, and pretty Charms. And as to give the Farewel Kifs He near it drew, About his manly neck two little Arms it threw ; Smil'd in his Eyes, as if it begg'd his ftay, And look'd kind things it could not fay. XXI. But the great pomp of Grief was yet to come. Th' impatient Tides knock'd at the Shore, and bid The Summons he refolv'd t' obey; That bleft him and about him hung. His Beauteous MATE, the Fountain of his Joys, The cordial that can mortal Pains remove, Of Royal Goodness, and a Brother's Love. Then down to the Shore fide, } Where, to convey Them, did two Royal Barges ride, And there fo tenderly embrac'd, [heart, And their kind Pains touch'd each By-ftander's Into th' expecting Boat with hafte they went ; Where, as the troubled Fair one to the Shore fome wishes fent, For that dear Pledge th'ad left behind, And as her Paffion grew too mighty for her Mind, She of fome Tears her Eyes beguil'd; Which, as upon her Cheek they lay, The happy Hero kist away. And, as he wept, blusht with Difdain, and fmil'd. Straight forth they launch into the high-fwoln Thames: The well-ftruck Qars lave up the yielding Streams, All fixt their longing Eyes, and wishing stood, On Mr. WALLER. W By Mr. T. RYMER. Aller is dead; and lofty Number's loft. Now English Verse (with nothing left to boaft) May hobble on, and vex good Findar's Ghoft. That fcarce he knew, in any kind, to die. Yet thence no borrow'd Heat, or Luftre got, For all the Court, for all the Mufes Snares; From James to James, they count him o'er and o'er, In four Succeffive Reigns, a Senator. On him, amidst the legislative Throng, Their Eyes, and Ears, and every Heart they hung, Within thofe Walls if we Apollo knew, Lefs could he warm, nor throw a Shaft so true. What Life,what Lightning blanch'd around the Chair? And in his Verfe, fo ev'ry where display An Air of fomething Great, and something Gay? Watch home, and Harbour; nay; shut up the Sea: Thus would he play, and many a pointed Jeft Tracing a Life of one who never dies. } ww } How he the Orbs of Courts and Councils. mov'd: } |