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On Neptune's part he plac'd victorious days,
Gay trophies won, and fame extending wide;
But plenty, fafety, fcience, arts, and ease,
Minerva's scale with greater weight supply'd.
Fierce War devours whom gentle Peace would fave:
Sweet Peace reftores what angry War destroys;
War made for Peace, with that rewards the brave,
While Peace its pleasures from itself enjoys.

Hence vanquish'd Neptune to the fea withdrew,
Hence wife Minerva rul'd Athenian lands;
Her Athens hence in arts and honours grew,
And ftill her Olives deck pacific hands.

From fables, thus difclos'd, a monarch's mind
May form juft rules to chufe the truly great,
And fubjects weary'd with distreffes find,

Whofe kind endeavours moft befriend the ftate.
Ev'n Britain here may learn to place her love,

If cities won, her kingdom's wealth have coft;
If Anna's thoughts the patriot fouls approve,
Whofe cares restore that wealth the wars had loft.
But if we ask, the moral to disclose,
Whom her beft patronefs Europa calls,
Great Anna's title no exception knows,
And unapply'd in this the fable falls.

With her nor Neptune or Minerva vies :
Whene'er the pleas'd, her troops to conqueft flew
Whene'er the pleases, peaceful times arise:
She gave the Horfe, and gives the Olive too.

DR.

DR. DONNE'S THIRD SATIRE

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VERS I FIE D.

OMPASSION checks my fpleen, yet fcorn denies
The tears a paffage through my swelling eyes ;

To laugh or weep at fins, might idly show
Unheedful paffion, or unfruitful woe.
Satire! arife, and try thy fharper ways,
If ever fatire cur'd an old disease.
Is not Religion (heaven-defcended dame)
As worthy all our foul's devoutest flame,
As moral Virtue in her early sway,

When the best Heathens faw, by doubtful day?
Are not the joys, the promis'd joys above,
As great and ftrong to vanquish earthly love,
As earthly glory, fame, respect, and show,
As all rewards their virtue found below?
Alas! Religion proper means prepares,

These means are ours, and muft its end be theirs?
And thall thy father's fpirit meet the fight
Of heathen fages cloath'd in heavenly light,
Whofe merit of ftrict life, feverely fuited
To Reason's dictates, may be faith imputed,
Whilft thou, to whom he taught the nearer road,
Art ever banish'd from the bleft abode.

Oh! if thy temper fuch a fear can find,...
This fear were valour of the nobleft kind.

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Dar'ft thou provoke, when rebel fouls afpire,
Thy Maker's vengeance, and thy Monarch's ire,
Or live entomb'd in ships, thy leader's prey,
Spoil of the war, the famine, or the fea;
In fearch of pearl, in depth of ocean breathe,
Or live, exil'd the fun, in mines beneath,
Or where in tempefts icy mountains roll,
Attempt a paffage by the northern pole?
Or dar'ft thou parch within the fires of Spain,
Or burn beneath the line, for Indian gain ?
Or for fome idol of thy fancy draw

Some loofe-gown'd dame; O courage made of straw!
Thus, defperate coward, would't thou bold appear,
Yet when thy God has plac'd thee centry here,
To thy own foes, to his, ignoble yield;
And leave, for wars forbid, th' appointed field?
Know thy own foes; th apoftate angel; he
You ftrive to please, the foremost of the three;
He makes the pleasures of his realm the bait,
But can he give for love that acts in hate?
The world's thy fecond love, thy fecond foe,
The world, whofe beauties perifh as they blow,
They fly, the fades herself and at the best,
You grafp a wither'd ftrumpet to your breast;
The flesh is next, which in fruition waftes,
High flush'd with all the fenfual joys it tastes.
While men the fair, the 'goodly foul destroy,
From whence the flesh has power to taste a joy.
Seek thou Religion primitively found-
Well, gentle friend, but where may the be found?

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By faith implicit blind Ignaro led,

Thinks the bright feraph from his country fled,
And feeks her feat at Rome, because we know,
She there was feen a thousand years ago ;;
And loves her relick rags, as men obey
The foot-cloth where the prince fat yesterday.-
These pageant forms are whining Obed's scorn,
Who feeks Religion at Geneva born,

A fullen thing,, whofe coarfenefs fuits the crowd: Though young, unhandsome; though unhandsome, proud;

Thus, with the wanton, fome perverfely judge.
All girls unhealthy but the country drudge.
No foreign fchemes make eafy Cæpio roam,
The man contented takes his church at home,
Nay, fhould fome preachers, fervile bawds of gain,
Should fome new laws, which like new fashions reign,
Command his faith to count falvation-ty'd,.

To vifit his, and visit none befide;

He grants falvation centres in his own,,
And grants it centres but in his alone;

From youth to age he grafps the proffer'd dame,
And they confer his faith, who give his name;
So from the guardian's hands the wards, who live
Enthrall'd to guardians, take the wives they give.
From all profeffions carelefs Airy flies,

For all profeffions can't be good, he cries;
And here a fault, and there another views,
And lives unfix'd for want of heart to chufe;;

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So men, who know what fome loofe girls have done,
For fear of marrying fuch, will marry none.
The charms of all obfequious Courtly strike;
On each he dotes, on each attends alike;
And thinks, as different countries deck the dame,
The dreffes altering, and the sex the same :
So fares Religion, chang'd in outward show,
But 'tis Religion still where'er we go:
This blindness fprings from an excess of light,
And men embrace the wrong to chuse the right.
But thou of force muft one Religion own,
And only one, and that the right alone ;
To find that right one, ask thy reverend fire,
Let his of him, and him of his enquire;

Though truth and falfehood seem as twins ally'd,
There's eldership on Truth's delightful fide;
Her feek with heed-who feeks the foundest first,
Is not of no Religion, nor the worst.
T'adore, or fcorn an image, or protest,

May all be bad; doubt wisely for the best,
'Twere wrong to fleep, or headlong run aftray;
It is not wandering, to inquire the way.

On a large mountain, at the basis wide,
Steep to the top, and craggy at the fide,
Sits facred Truth enthron'd; and he who means
To reach the fummit, mounts with weary pains,
Winds round and round, and every turn essays,
Where fudden breaks refift the shorter ways.
Yet labour fo, that ere faint age arrive,
Thy fearching foul poffefs her reft alive :

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