2460 When well receiv'd by hospitable foes, His praise of foes is venomously nice; Where sins to sacred silence are convey'd, And not for fear, or love, to be betray'd: But he, uncall'd, his patron to control, Divulg'd the secret whispers of his soul; Stood forth th' accusing Sathan of his crimes, And offer'd to the Moloch of the times. ""T is true, the Pigeons, and their prince elect, Were short of pow'r their purpose to effect; But with their quills did all the hurt they could, And cuff'd the tender Chickens from their food: And much the Buzzard in their cause did stir, Tho' naming not the patron, to infer, 2520 With all respect, he was a gross idolater. "But when th' imperial owner did espy That thus they turn'd his grace to villainy, Not suff'ring wrath to discompose his mind, He strove a temper for th' extremes to find, So to be just, as he might still be kind; Then, all maturely weigh'd, pronounc'd a doom But each have sep'rate int'rests of their own; Bare benting times, and molting months may come, When, lagging late, they cannot reach their home; Or rent in schism (for so their fate decrees) Like the tumultuous college of the bees, 2580 They fight their quarrel, by themselves oppress'd: The tyrant smiles 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, The peace of heav'n, betook herself to 50 But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r: An angel heard, and straight appear'd, GRAND CHORUS As from the pow'r of sacred lays So, when the last and dreadful hour EPIGRAM ON MILTON [This epigram is engraved, without the name of the author, beneath the portrait of Milton which forms the frontispiece to Tonson's folio edition of Paradise Lost, 1688. Dryden's name is first joined to it in the second edition, 1716, of the Sixth Part of Miscellany Poems.] THREE poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd, The next in majesty, in both the last: The force of Nature could no farther go; To make a third, she join'd the former two. BRITANNIA REDIVIVA A POEM ON THE PRINCE, BORN ON THE TENTH OF JUNE, 1688 Dii Patrii Indigetes, et Romule, Vestaque Mater, Ne prohibete: satis jampridem sanguine nostro Laomedontec luimus Perjuria Troja. Vina. Georg. I. [This poem celebrates the birth of a son to James II on Trinity Sunday, June 10, 1688. It was prepared in haste and licensed for the press on June 19. Two editions, one in folio and one in quarto, were published by Tonson in 1688; a third, in quarto, was printed in Edinburgh in After the Revolution the poem was not reprinted until it was included in the folio Poems and Translations, 1701.] the same year. OUR vows are heard betimes! and Heaven | Preventing angels met it half the way, takes care To grant, before we can conclude the pray'r: pray. The Paraclete in fiery pomp descend; He brought a royal infant in his train. 29 Or did the mighty Trinity conspire, As once, in council to create our sire? It seems as if they sent the newborn guest To wait on the procession of their feast; And on their sacred anniverse decreed To stamp their image on the promis'd seed. Three realms united, and on one bestow'd, An emblem of their mystic union show'd: The Mighty Trine the triple empire shar'd, As every person would have one to guard. Hail, son of pray'rs, by holy violence Drawn down from heav'n; but long be banish'd thence, And late to thy paternal skies retire! To mend our crimes whole ages would require; To change th' inveterate habit of our sins, And finish what thy godlike sire begins. 40 Kind Heav'n, to make us Englishmen again, No less can give us than a patriarch's reign. The sacred cradle to your charge receive, Ye seraphs, and by turns the guard relieve; Thy father's angel, and thy father join, To keep possession, and secure the line; (a) Whit Sunday. (b) Trinity Sunday. But long defer the honors of thy fate: Great may they be like his, like his be late; That James this running century may view, And give his son an auspice to the new. Our wants exact at least that moderate stay: For see the (c) Dragon winged on his way, To watch the (d) travail, and devour the prey. 50 Or, if allusions may not rise so high, For opposition makes a hero great. May not your fortune be like theirs, exil'd, know 70 |