What to your cares we owe is learn'd from hence,
When ev'n your pleasures serve for our defence.110
Beyond your court flows in th' admitted tide,
Where in new depths the wond'ring fishes glide:
Here in a royal bed the waters sleep;
When tir'd at sea, within this bay they creep.
Here the mistrustful fowl no harm suspects,
So safe are all things which our king protects.
From your lov'd Thames a blessing yet is due,
Second alone to that it brought in you;

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A queen, near whose chaste womb, ordain'd by Fate, The souls of kings unborn for bodies wait.

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It was your love before made discord cease;
Your love is destin'd to your country's peace.
Both Indies, rivals in your bed, provide

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With gold or jewels to adorn your bride.
This to a mighty king presents rich ore,
While that with incense does a god implore.
Two kingdoms wait your doom, and, as you chuse,
This must receive a crown, or that must lose.
Thus from your royal oak, like Jove's of old,
Are answers sought and destinies foretold;
Propitious oracles are begg'd with vows,
And crowns that grow upon the sacred boughs.
Your subjects, while you weigh the nation's fate,
Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate;
Chuse only, Sir, that so they may possess,
With their own peace, their children's happiness.

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CONTENTS.

PREFACE to Absalom and Achithophel,

A Key to ditto,

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5

Absalom and Achithophel, a Poem in two Parts.

Part I.

Part II.

Preface to the Hind and the Panther,

The Hind and the Panther, a Poem in three Parts.

Part I.

Part II.

Part III.

Macflecnoe,

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Epistle to the Whigs, a prefatory Discourse to the

Medal,

The Medal. A Satire against Sedition,

Alexander's Feast: or, The Power of Music. An

Ode,

The Secular Mask,

To his Sacred Majesty. A Panegyric on his Co

ronation,

From the APOLLO PRESS,

by the MARTINS,

Feb. 5th, 1777.

END OF VOLUME SECOND.

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JAN. Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,

That he may see, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been.

CHRO. Then, goddess of the silver bow, begin. [Horns, or hunting music within.]

Enter DIANA.

DIA. With horns and with hounds I waken the day, And hye to the woodland-walks away;

I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon :
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,

And chace the wild goats o'er summits of rocks;
With shouting and hooting we pierce thro' the sky,
And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

CHO. of all.]"With shouting and hooting we pierce "thro' the sky,

"And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry."
JAN. Then our age was in its prime :
CHRO. Free from rage,

DIA. - And free from crime.

MOM. A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

CHO. of all.]" Then our age was in its prime, "Free from rage, and free from crime.

“A very merry, dancing, drinking,
"Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time,"
[Dance of DIANA's attendants.]

FROM THE LIBRARY OF FREDERICK LYMAN GEDDES, A. B. 1872

AND:

KATE R. GEDDES