"His forfeit crown, by just decree, 'The Bigot King shall now no more 'Hold Commerce with Rome's scarlet Whore, 'And back her superstition; 'No more shall Stuart's perjur'd house 'Britain's credulity abuse, " While plotting her perdition. But foes, subdued, my pity meet, 'William's fam❜d Boyne gave one defeat, 6 And my Dunblain another: 'My coward Cousin now I own, 'Since Scotland proves him James's son, "Whoever was his mother. 'Nay, frauds forgotten, I'm content 'Still roar between his sons and mine, 'Since Tyranny has met its fate, And Liberty in church and state, Now triumphs o'er its ruin; 'Britain shall stand most truly great, 'Her fleets shall all around proclaim "Nor shall she seek for golden mines, "No bounds shall check her conqu❜ring arms, "Whenever a just cause alarms, And wrongs are to be righted: 'Nor scorching suns, nor freezing poles, 'But these great things that I relate <That with false zeal no more she burns, No more to Stuart's race returns, And papal imposition. To raise again that hated line, Should e'er a factious people join, 'Grown mad with too much freedom; 'Again my Powers shall take the field, Again the coward Chiefs shall yield, And sword or axe shall bleed 'em. 'Thrice should Rebellion rear her head, 'With front of brass, but heart of lead, "Still bent upon restoring: 'Before my sons thrice shall she fly, Thrice at their feet in vain shall lie, 'Wives for their lords imploring.' But whither would my Muse aspire? To themes past thy attaining: ODE III. THE COUNTRY GIRL. BY SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS, K. B. THE Country Girl that's well inclin'd Now will, and now will not comply, But when the lover, with his pray'rs, So virtuous Pulteney, who had long, Yields to ambition mix'd with gain, Tho' with joint lives and debts before, 'Tis said, besides, that t' other Harry If so-good use of power she makes, Whilst her dear Lord obeys the summons, Unheard of, let him slumber there, As prompt for any job: |