III. Here, no demand for fancy's wing; IV. The skies (fair-printed page!) unfold As in a mirror fhew th' adventurous throng: Are read by Gods, are writ in ftars, V. The skies are records of the main, Thence Argo listens to my strain ; Chiron, for fong renown'd, his noble rage For naval fame and fong renews, As Britain's fame he bears, and views Chiron, the Shovell of a former age. VI. The Whale (for late I fung his praise) How smiles Arion's friend * with partial beams! But jealoufies his fimile fubdue; He fears a British rival in the Thames. T 2 VU. In *The Dolphin. VII. In pride the Lion lifts his mane, To fee his British brothers reign As ftars below: the Balance, George! from Thine, VIII. Of Britain's court, ye lesser lights! Your own retain, feize others' hearts, IX. This truth I swear by Cynthia's beam. X. What is the main? Ye Kings renown'd! Britannia's centre, and your bound: Auftrian! where-e'er Leviathan can roll, Is Britain's home! And Britain's mine, Where-e'er the ripening fun can shine, Parts are for emperors; for ber the whole. XI. Why, XI. Why, Auftrian! wilt thou hover still XII. Ill thou remember'ft, ill doft own, As great to ruin, as was That to save. XIII. How would'ft thou fmile to hear my ftrain, XIV. What naval fcene adorns the feat Infpires her councils, and records her power? On finking thrones, the tempeft falls, *The Spanish Armada in the House of Lords. XV. O language fit for thoughts so bold! Would Britain have her anger told; Ah! never let a meaner language found, Than that which proftrates human fouls, Through Heaven's dark vault impetuous rolls, And Nature rocks, when angry Jove has frown'd. XVI. Not realms unbounded, not a flood Trade leaves poor gleanings to the keenest sword. XVII. Nay, her 's the sword! For fleets have wings; Like Gods defcend at once on trembling states: XVIII. The king of tempefts, Æolus, Sends forth his pinion'd people, thus, On rapid errands: as they fly, they roar, And carry fable clouds, and sweep The land, the defert, and the deep! Earth shakes! proud cities fall! and thrones adore! XIX. The XIX. The Fools of Nature ever strike Trade 's the big heart; bright empire, but their eye. XX. Whence Tartar GRAND? or Mogul GREAT?— Trade gilt their titles, pour'd their state; While Afric's black, lafcivious, flothful breed, To clafp their ruin, fly from toil; That meanest product on their foil, Their people fell: one half on t'other feed. XXI. Of Nature's Wealth from Commerce rent, Mid citron forefts and pomegranate groves Not fo thine, China, blooming-wide! To Britain's! Europe 'twill o'erflow.- T 4 * XXIII. Bri * Coffee. |