And recking from the Stews Adult'rers come,
Like Goths and Vandals to demolish Rome.

That Confcience which to all their Crimes was mute,
Now calls aloud, and cries to Perfecute.

No rigour of the Laws to be releas'd,

And much the lefs, because it was their Lord's requeft: They thought it great their Sov'raign to controul, And nam'd their Pride, Nobility of Soul.

''Tis true, the Pigeons, and their Prince Ele&
Were fhort of Pow'r, their purpose to effect:
But with their Quills, did all the hurt they cou'd,
And cuff'd the tender Chickens from their Food:
And much the Buzzard in their Caufe did ftir,
Tho' naming not the Patron, to infer
With all refpect, He was a grofs Idolater.
But when th' Imperial Owner did efpy
That thus they turn'd his Grace to Villany,
Not fuff'ring Wrath to discompofe his Mind,
He ftrove a Temper for th' Extreams to find,
So to be just, as he might ftill be kind;
Then, all maturely weigh'd, pronounc'd a Doom
Of facred Strength for every Age to come.

By this the Doves their Wealth and State poffefs,
No Rights infring'd, but Licence to oppress:
Such Pow'r have they as Factious Lawyers long
To Crowns afcrib'd, that Kings can do no Wrong.
But, fince his own Domestick Birds have try'd
The dire Effects of their destructive Pride,
He deems that Proof a Measure to the reft,
Concluding well within his Kingly Breast,
His Fowl of Nature too unjustly were oppreft.
He therefore makes all Birds of ev'ry Sect
Free of his Farm, with promife to respect
Their feveral Kinds alike, and equally protect.
His Gracious Edict the fame Franchife yields
To all the wild encrease of Woods and Fields,
And who in Rocks aloof,and who in Steeples builds.

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To Crows the like impartial Grace affords,

And Choughs and Daws, and fuch Republick Birds:
Secur'd with ample Privilege to feed,

Each has his District, and his Bounds decreed:
Combin'd in common Int'reft with his own,
But not to pass the Pigeons Rubicon.

Here ends the Reign of this pretended Dove;
All Prophecies accomplish'd from above,
For Shiloh comes the Scepter to remove.
Reduc'd from her Imperial high Abode,
Like Dionyfius to a private Rod:

The Paffive Church, that with pretended Grace
Did her diftinctive Mark in Duty place,
Now touch'd, Reviles her Maker to his Face.
What after happen'd is not hard to guess;
The small Beginnings had a large Encrease,
And Arts and Wealth fucceed (the fecret Spoils
of Peace.)

'Tis faid the Doves repented, tho' too late,
Become the Smiths of their own foolish Fate:
Nor did their Owner haften their ill Hour:
But, funk in Credit, they decreas'd in Pow'r :
Like Snows in warmth that mildly pass away,
Diffolving in the Silence of Decay.

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The Buzzard not content with equal place, Invites the feather'd Nimrods of his Race, To hide the thinnefs of their Flock from Sight, And all together make a feeming, goodly Flight: But each have fep'rate Int'refts of their own, Two Czars, are one too many for a Throne. Nor can th' Ufurper long abstain from Food, Already he has tafted Pigeons Blood: And may be tempted to his former Fare, When this indulgent Lord fhall late to Heav'n repair. Bare benting times, and moulting Months may come, When lagging late, they cannot reach their home: Or Rent in Schifm, (for fo their Fate decrees,) Like the tumultuous College of the Bees; N

VOL. IV.

They fight their Quarrel, by themselves oppreft;
The Tyrant fmiles below, and waits the falling Feast.
Thus did the gentle Hind her Fable end,
Nor would the Panther blame it, nor commend;
But, with affected Yawnings at the close,
Seem'd to require her natural Repose,

For now the ftreaky Light began to peep;
And fetting Stars admonish'd both to fleep.
The Dame withdrew, and, wishing to her Gueft
The peace of Heav'n, betook her self to reft,
Ten thousand Angels on her Slumbers wait,
With glorious Vifions of her future State.

FINIS.

A

SON G.

Grant, a thoufand Oaths I fwore
I none would love but you:

But not to change would wrong me more,
Than breaking them can do.
Yet you thereby a Truth will learn,
Of much more worth than 1;

Which is, That Lovers which do fwear,
Do alfo ufe to lye.

II.

Chloris does now poffefs that Heart
Which to you did belong:

But, though thereof the brags a while,
She fhall not do fo long.

She thinks, by being fair and kind,

To hinder my remove,

And ne'er fo much as dreams that Change;

Above both those, I love.

III.

Then grieve not any more, nor think

My Change is a Disgrace:

For though it robs you of one Slave,

It leaves another's place:

Which your bright Eyes will foon fubdue
With him does them firft fee:

For if they could not conquer more,
They ne'er had conquer'd me.

The VOYAGE.

S one that's from a tedious Voyage come,

As at

Refolves to put to Sea no more,

Or boldly tempt the flatt'ring Main,
How smooth foe'er it lye, or plain;

[home,

But having drawn his broken Hull on Shore, To fome kind Saint hangs up his confecrated Oar: I, who a greater Sea had paft,

The Ocean of rough Poesie,

Where there fo many Shipwrack'd be,
Or on the Rocks, or on the Quicksands caft;
Recounting what my felf had feen,

And in how many deaths I'd been,

Where scarce an empty with or hope could come beWith almoft as confirm'd a Vow,

Refolv'd no lefs to confecrate

Some Votive Table, which might show

The Labours I did undergo;

And at a far more eafie, rate,

[tween;

[rous Fate.

Give others the delight to view on Land my dange

II.

Already was the facred Plank defign'd,

And in it now I firft affay'd the Deep, When thinking only near the Shores to keep, There rofe a fudden and tempeftuous Wind, Which made me leave the unfaluted Land behind, The Sea before was calm, and fill,

And gentle Airs did with my Streamers play, Scarce ftrong enough my half-ftruck Sail to fill, And through the yielding Crystal force my way,

Close by did many a Vessel ride,

Whofe Pilots all with Bays were gaily crown'd,
And to the murmurs of the Tide,

Voices and Mirth where heard around,
My felf made there Anacreon's Lute refound;
Which fprightly seem'd, and wondrous brave,
And its old killingNotes to have; [which I gave.
But from the Waters more, than those rough touches
'Twould ftill of nothing found but Love,
Though I the various Stops did often prove:
Wherefore new † Loves I did begin,
And intermixt (as parts) my own;
Which took fresh vigour from the String,
And o'er the dancing Floods were quickly blown.
Venus fang, and ftollen Joys,

I

And of his Flames who fcap'd at Troy's. And as the Thracian Orpheus by his skill

To ransom his Eurydice, is faid,

And from the Shades brought back the dead; My Song a greater Miracle did tell,

And thither chain'd inVerfe alive || Proferpina did lead.

III.

Such was my Song: but when the Storm arose,
Voices and Mirth were heard no more,
But every Man fell ftoutly to his Oar,

And to the Floods did all their Strength oppofe,
Hoping to reach fome Harbour, but in vain;
They were with greater Fury hurry'd back into the
Then might one hear, instead of these, [Main.
The dying Shrieks of fuch as Shipwrack'd were;
And thofe proud Galleys, which before at ease
Plow'd up the Deep, no longer did appear;
But to the Waves became a Prey :

Some downright fank, fome broken lay, And by the Billows were in triumph born away.

* Turn'd Anacreon into English Verfe. veral Love-verfes to Cletia & al. fourth Book of Virg 1.

† Made feTranflated th: Claudian's Rapt. Proj.