Great in himself, and undebas'd with pride,
The fov'reign lays his regal state afide,
Pleas'd to appear without the bright disguise
Of pomp; and on his inborn worth relies.
His fubjects are his guests; and daily boast
The condefcenfion of their royal hoft:
While crowds fucceedings crowds on either hand,
A ravish'd multitude, admiring ftand.
His manly wit and sense with candour join'd,
His fpeech with every elegance refin'd,
His winning afpect, his becoming ease,
Peculiar graces all, confpire to please,
And render him to every heart approv'd;
The king refpected, and the man belov'd.

Nor is his force of genius lefs admir'd,
When most from crowds or publick cares retir'd.
The learned arts by turns admittance find;
At once unbend and exercise his mind.
The secret springs of nature, long conceal'd,
And to the wife by flow degrees reveal'd,
(Delightful fearch !) his piercing thought defcries.
Oft through the concave azure of the skies
His foul delights to range, a boundless space,
Which myriads of celeftial glories grace;
Worlds behind worlds, that deep in æther lye,
And funs, that twinkle to the distant eye;
Or call them ftars, on which our fates depend,
And every ruling ftar is Brunfwick's friend.

Soon as the rifing fun fhoots o'er the stream,
And gilds the palace with a ruddy beam,
You to the healthful chace attend the king,
And hear the foreft with the huntsmen ring:
While in the dufty town we rule the state,
And from gazettes determine England's fate.
Our groundless hopes and groundless fears prevail,
As artful brokers comment on the mail.

Deafned

Deafned with news, with politicks oppreft,
I wish the wind ne'er vary'd from the west.
Secure, on George's councils I rely,

Give up my cares, and Britain's foes defy.

What though çabals are form'd, and impious leagues?
Though Rome fills Europe with her dark intrigues?
His vigilance, on every state intent,

Defeats their plots, and over-rules th' event.

But whither do my vain endeavours tend ?
Or how fhall I my rafh attempt defend?
Divided in my choice, from praise to praise
Irove, bewilder'd in the pleafing maze.
One virtue mark'd, another I pursue,
While yet another rifes to my view,
Unequal to the task, too late I find
The growing theme unfinish'd left behind.
Thus the deluded bee, in hopes to drain
At once the thymy treasure of the plain,
Wide ranging on her little pinions toils,
And skims o'er hundred flow'rs for one fhe fpoils :
When foon o'erburden'd with the fragrant weight,
Homeward fhe flies, and flags beneath her freight.

To his Excellency the Lord CARTERET, &c. departing from Dublin,

B

EHOLD, Britannia waves her flag on high, And calls forth breezes from the western sky, And beckons to her fon, and fmooths the tide, That does Hibernia from her clifts divide.

Go, Carteret, go; and with thee, go along The nation's bleffing, and the poet's fong;

C 4

Loud

Loud acclamations, with melodious lays,
The kindest wishes, and fincerest praise.

Go, Carteret, go; and bear my joys away!
So fpeaks the mufe, that fain would bid thee stay:
So fpoke the virgin to the youth unkind,
Who gave his vows, and canvas, to the wind,
And promis'd to return; but, never more,
Did he return to the Threïcian shore.

Go, Carteret, go: alas, a tedious while
Haft thou been absent from thy mother-isle ;
A flow-paced train of months to thee and thine,
A flight of moments to a heart like mine,
That feels perfections, and refigns with pain
Enjoyments, I may never know again.

O, while mine eye pursues the fading fails,
Smooth roll ye waves, and steady breathe ye gales,
And urge, with gentle speed, to Albion's strand,
A houfhold, fair amidst the fairest land,
In every decency of life polite,

A freight of virtues, wafting from my fight.
And now farewel, O early in renown,
Illuftrious, young, in labours for the crown;
Juft, and benign, and vigilant, in power,
And elegant to grace the vacant hour,
Relaxing fweet! nor are we born to wear
The brow ftill bent, and give up life to care.
And thou, mild glory beaming round his fame,
Francifca, thou, his firft, his latest flame,
Parent of bloom! in pleafing arts refin'd!
Farewel thy hand, and voice in mufick join'd,
Thy courtesy, as foothing as thy fong,
And fmiles foft-gleaming on the courtly throng.
And thou, Chariffa, hastening to thy prime,
And Carolina, chiding tardy time,

Who every tender wish of mine divide,

For whom I ftrung the lyre, once laid afide,

Receive

Receive and bear in mind, my fond farewel;
Thrive-on in life! and, thriving-on, excel!

Accept this token, Carteret, of good will,
The voice of nature, undebas'd by skill,
These parting numbers cadenced by my grief,
For thy lov'd fake, and for my own relief;
If aught, alas, thy abfence may relieve,
Now I am left, perhaps, thro' life to grieve.
Yet would I hope,

yet hope, I know not why, (But, hopes and wishes in one balance lie) Thou may'ft revifit, with thy wonted smiles, Ierna island fet around with ifles;

And the fame heart, that bids thee now adieu,
Salute thy fails, and hail thee into view,

To the Honourable Mifs CARTERET.

B

LOOM of beauty, early flow'r

Of the blifsful bridal bow'r;
Thou, thy parents pride and care,
Faireft offspring of the fair,
Lovely pledge of mutual love;
Angel feeming from above,
Were it not, thou day by day
Doeft thy very fex betray,
Female more and more appear,
Female, more than angel dear;
How to speak thy face and mien,
(Soon, too dangerous to be feen)
How fhall I, or fhall the mufe,
Language of resemblance chufe?
Language, like thy mien and face,
Full of sweetnefs, full of grace!

By

By the next-returning spring,
When again the linnets fing,
When again the lambkins play,
Pretty sportling full of May,
When the meadows next are seen,
Sweet enamel! white and green,
And the year, in fresh attire,
Welcomes every gay defire;
Blooming-on, fhall thou appear
More inviting than the year,
Fairer fight than orchard fhows,
Which befide a river blows.
Yet, another spring I fee;
And a brighter bloom in thee:
And another round of time,
Circling, ftill improves thy prime:
And, beneath the vernal skies,
Yet a verdure more fhall rife ;
Ere thy beauties, kindling flow;
In each finish'd feature glow;
Ere, in fmiles and in disdain,
Thou exert thy maiden reign,
Abfolute to fave, or kill,
Fond beholders, at thy will.

Then, the taper-moulded wafte
With a fpan of ribbon braced,
And the fwell-of either breaft,
And the wide high-vaulted cheft,
And the neck fo white and round,
Little neck with brilliants bound,
And the store of charms that shine
Above, in lineaments divine,
Crowded in a narrow space
To compleat the desperate face;
Thefe alluring powers, and more,
Shall enamour'd youths adore ;

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