Scepters and Crowns were not thy Aim,
But to thy mighty Deeds unſought Rewards became.
Was ever Man ſo lov'd by Fate,
That He muſt either be "Unjuſt or Great?
Since then the Fates our Hero's Favour woe,
Juſtice and Wiſdom bid us court Him toe;
WhoJ e Glories ſo unſhaken are,
They their own Fame declare,
They more for themſelves can do,
Than Poets in their Verſe, tho that's immortal too.
What Fortune did attend your happy Engliſh Wars ?
Not ſtain'd with Chriſtian Blood,
By which we fear'd to be o'erflow'd.
For Bloody is with you no Epithet to Mars;
This ſpecial Gift ſhe did preſerve for Thee,
The darling Favourite of Hers,
Which yet ſhe never dealt With Victory
To the braveſt Conquerors,
For by thy gentle Temper well ſhe knew
The way to pleaſe Thee beſt, was to preſerve thy Foe
For Laurels ſet in Blood, do rarely, very, rarely grow.

                         III.

One did, 'tis true, God's choſen People free
From Egyptian Slavery:
Guided by his wife Command,
They view'd the Confines of the promis'd Land ;
But a Second led them on,
And made the new diſcover'd Land their own;
(Too great a Work to be perform'd by one)
See Heaven's Favourites out-done by You,
Our Moſes, and our Joshua too,
For You alone have done, what of them could do.
England of late, till You did reign,
Her Valour did at home confine;
But now the World dreads her Alarms,
The World has felt and .trembles at her Arms :
Secure of Death who dare oppoſe ?
But You are gentle to your proſtrate Foes;
Succeſs ſhall triumph' on your brandiſh'd Sword,
And kind officious Victory wait your commanding Word;
The hungry Fates ſhall you obey,
Who dare do more than they?
And frequently return you thanks for their deſired Prey
Thy flaming Sword, like that the Angel bore,
The Garden of Lillies ſhall ſecure,
And water 't with a bloody Shower :
The Sea ſhall ſwell with Blood till it invade the Land,
And drown your flying Foes, who think to 'ſcape your Hand.
But then what better with thy Praiſc ſhall ſuit,
'T ſhall make that Land a Paradiſe without forbidden Fruit,
And Thou thy ſelf ſhalt be the Guardian Angel to't.

    Printed for A. B A L D W I N. M. DCC. XII.