XI.

Where hadft thou been, if, left at large,
Those finewy arms that tugg'd the barge,
Had caught at pleasure on the flowery green?
If they that watch'd the midnight star
Had fwung behind the rolling car,
Or fill'd it with disgrace, where hadft thou been?

XII.

As by repletion men confume,
Abundance is the mifer's doom;
Expend it nobly; he that lets it rust,

Which, paffing numerous hands, would shine;
Is not a man, but living mine,

Foe to the gods, and rival to the duft,

XIII.

Trade barbarous lands can polish fair;
Make earth well worth the wife man's care;
Call forth her forests, charm them into fleets;
Can make one house of human race;
Can bid the diftant poles embrace;
Hers, every fun; and India, India meets.

XIV.

Trade Monarchs crowns, and arts imports,
With bounty feeds, with laurel courts ;
Trade gives fair Virtue fairer still to shine;

Enacts those guards of gain, the laws ;
Exalts ev'n Freedom's glorious caufe.-

Trade! warn'd by Tyre, O make Religion thine!

XV. You

XV.

You lend each other mutual aid:

Why is heaven's fmile, in wealth, convey'd! Not to place vice, but virtues in our power : Pleasure declin'd, is luxury,

Boundless in time and in degree: Pleasure enjoy'd, the tumult of an hour.

XVI.

Falfe joy's a difcompofing thing,
That jars on nature's trembling string,
Tempefts the fpirits, and untunes the frame:
True joy, the funshine of the soul,

A bright ferene that calms the whole;
Which they ne'er knew, whom other joys inflame.
XVII.

Merchant! Religion is the care

To grow as rich-as angels are ;

To know false coin from true; to sweep the main;
The mighty fake fecure, beyond

The strongest tie of field, or fund:
Commerce gives gold, Religion makes it gain.

XVIII.

Join, then, Religion to thy ftore,

Or India's mines will make thee poor : Greater than Tyre! O bear a nobler mind Sea-fovereign ifle! proud war decline, Trade patronize! what glory thine, Ardent to blefs, who couldft fubdue mankind!

XIX. Rich

XIX.

Rich commerce ply with warmth divine
By day, by night; the stars are thine,
Wear out the ftars in trade! eternal run
From age to age, the noble glow,
A rage to gain, and to bestow,
While ages laft! in trade burn out the fun!

XX.

Trade, Britain's all, our fires fent down With toil, blood, treafure, ages won; This, Edgar great bequeath'd; this, Edward bold: Let Forbishers, let Raleighs fire!

O let Columbus' fhade infpire!

New worlds difclofe, with Drake furround an old.

XXI.

Columbus fcarce inferior fame

For thee to find, than heaven to frame
That womb of gold and gem: her wide domain,
An univerfe! her rivers, feas!

Her fruits, both men and gods to please! Heaven's faireft birth! and, but for thee, in vain!

XXII.

Worlds ftill unknown deep shadows wrap;
Call wonders forth from nature's lap;
New glory pour on her Eternal Sire:
O noble fearch! O glorious care!
Are ye not Britons? why despair?
New worlds are due to fuch a godlike fire.

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XXIII. Swear

XXIII.

Swear by the great Eliza's foul,

That Trade, as long as waters roll-
the gods chaftife my rafh decree :
By great Eliza do not swear;

Ah! no;

For thee, O George! the gods declare,

And thou for them! late time thall fwear by thee.

XXIV.

Truth, bright as fiars, with thee prevails;
Full be thy fame, as fwelling fails,
Conftant, as tides, thy mind; as mafts, elate;
Thy juftice, an unerring helm

To fteer Britannia's fickle realm;
Thy numerous race, fure anchor of her flate!

VOL. III.

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STRAIN

STRAIN THE FIFTH.

THE ARGUMENT.

What is the bound of Britain's power. Beyond that of the most famed in hiftory. The fign Lyra. What the conftellations are. Argo. The whale. The dolphin. Eridanus. The lion. Libra. Virgo. Berenice. The British ladies cenfured. The moon. What the fea is. Apoftrophe to the Emperor. The Spanish armada. How Britain fhould speak her refentment. What gives power. What navies do in war. The Tartar. Mogul. Africà. China. Who mafter of the world. What the hiftory of the world is. The genealogy of glory. Miftakes about it. Peace the merchant's harvest. Ships of divine origin. Merchants ambaffadors. The Briton's voyage. Praise the food of glory. Britain's record.

I.

BRITANNIA'S ftate what bounds confine? (Of rifing thought O golden mine!) Mountains, Alps, freams, gulphs, oceans, fet no bound; She fallies till fhe ftrikes the star;

Expanding wide, and launching far As wind can fly, or rolling wave resound.

II.

Small ifle! For Cæfars, for the fon

Of Jove, who burft from Macedon,
For gorgeous Eafterns blazing o'er mankind;
Then, when they call'd the world their own,
Not equal fame from fable fhone:

They rofe to Gods, in half thy sphere confin'd.

111. Here,