CLASS THE EIGHTH. ODE I. THE CONQUERED DUTCHESS. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY EOX, On the marriage of the Dutchess of Manchester to Edward Hussey, Esq. now Lord Beaulieu. BY SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS, knt. CLIO, behold this charming day, The zephyrs blow, the sun looks gay, The sky one perfect blue; Can you refuse at such a time, When Fox and I both beg for rhyme, The Goddess smil'd, and thus begun : Who, 'scap'd from Scotch and English snare, Sunk is her pow'r, her sway is o'er, Oh! what a falling off is here, From her whose frowns made wisdom fear, Wide was th' extent of her commands, Here Leicester offer'd brutal love, Here Churchill snor'd his hours away, Sat out her Grace's fire. Here constant Bateman too we saw, Kneeling with reverential awe, T'adore his high-flown choice! Where you, my Fox, have sigh'd whole days, Forgetting king's and people's praise, Deaf to ambition's voice. |