Time shall accomplish that; and I shall

see

A Palamon in him, in You an Emily. Already have the Fates your Path prepar'd, 40

And sure Presage your future Sway declar'd: When Westward, like the Sun, you took your Way,

And from benighted Britain bore the Day, Blue Triton gave the Signal from the Shore, The ready Nereids heard, and swam before To smooth the Seas; a soft Etesian Gale But just inspir'd, and gently s'vell'd the Sail; Portunus took his Turn, whose ample Hand) Heav'd up the lighten'd Keel,and sunk the Sand, 49

And steer'd the sacred Vessel safe to Land.)
The Land, if not restrain'd, had met Your
Way,

Projected out a Neck, and jutted to the Sea.
Hibernia, prostrate at your Feet, ador'd
In You the Pledge of her expected Lord;
Due to her Isle; a venerable Name;

His Father and his Grandsire known to
Fame;

Aw'd by that House, accustom'd to command,

The sturdy Kerns in due subjection stand,
Nor hear the Reins in any Foreign Hand.

At Your Approach, they crowded to the
Port;

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And scarcely Landed, You create a Court: As Ormond's Harbinger, to You they run, For Venus is the Promise of the Sun.

The Waste of Civil Wars, their Towns destroy'd,

Pales unhonour'd, Ceres unemploy'd,
Were all forgot; and one Triumphant Day
Wipd all the Tears of three Campaigns away.
Blood, Rapines, Massacres, were cheaply
bought,

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Somighty Recompense Your Beauty brought. As when the Dove returning bore the Mark Of Earth restor'd to the long-lab'ring Ark, The Relicks of Mankind, secure of Rest, Op'd every Window to receive the Guest, And the fair Bearer of the Message bless'd; So, when You came,with loud repeated Cries,) The Nation took an Omen from your Eyes, And God advanc'd his Rainbow in the Skies, To sign inviolable Peace restor❜d;

The Saints with solemn Shouts proclaim'd the new accord.

And where, imprison'd in so sweet a Cage, A Soul might well be pleas'd to pass an Age. And yet the fine Materials made it weak; Porcelain by being Pure, is apt to break. 121 Ev'n to Your Breast the Sickness durst'

aspire,

And forc'd from that fair Temple to retire,
Profanely set the Holy Place on Fire.
In vain Your Lord, like young Vespasian,
mourn'd,

When the fierce Flames theSanctuary burn'd,
And I prepar'd to pay in Verses rude
A most detested Act of Gratitude :
Ev'n this had been Your Elegy, which now
Is offer'd for Your Health, the Table of my
Vow.
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Your Angel sure our Morley's Mind inspir'd,

To find the Remedy Your Ill requir'd;
As once the Macedon, by Jove's Decree,
Was taught to dream an Herb for Ptolomee:
Or Ileav'n, which had such Over-cost
bestow'd

As scarce it could afford to Flesh and
Blood,

So lik'd the Frame, he would not work anew,
To save the Charges of another You.
Or by his middle Science did he steer,
And saw some great contingent Good

The diff'ring Titles of the Red and White; Who Heav'ns alternate Beauty well display, The Blush of Morning, and the Milky Way; Whose Face is Paradise, but fenc'd from Sin: For God in either Eye has placed a Cherubin.

All is Your Lord's alone; ev'n absent, He Employs the Care of Chast Penelope. For him You waste in Tears Your Widow'd Hours,

For him Your curious Needle paints the Flow'rs;

160 Such Works of Old Imperial Dames were taught,

Such for Ascanius, fair Elisa wrought.

The soft Recesses of Your Hours improve The Three fair Pledges of Your Happy Love: All other Parts of Pious Duty done, You owe Your Ormond nothing but a son, To fill in future Times his Father's Place, And wear the Garter of his Mother's Race.

145 who] Derrick and editors till Christie wrongly give which

IN Days of old, there liv'd, of mighty Fame
A valiant Prince; and Theseus was his Name:
A Chief, who more in Feats of Arms excell'd
The Rising nor the Setting Sun beheld.
Of Athens he was Lord; much Land he won,
And added Foreign Countrys to his Crown.
InScythia with the Warriour Queen he strove,
Whom first by Force he conquer'd, then by
Love;

He brought in Triumph back the beauteous
Dame,

With whom her Sister, fair Emilia, came. 10 With Honour to his Home let Theseus ride,) With Love to Friend, and Fortune for his Guide,

And his victorious Army at his Side.

I pass their warlike Pomp, their proud Array, Their Shouts, their Songs, their Welcome on the Way:

But, were it not too long, I would recite
The Feats of Amazons, the fatal Fight
Betwixt the hardy Queen and Heroe Knight.
The Town besieg'd, and how much Blood it

The Field is spacious I design to sow,
With Oxen far unfit to draw the Plow:
The Remnant of my Tale is of a length
To tire your Patience, and to waste my
Strength;

And trivial Accidents shall be forborn,
That others may have time to take their
Turn;

As was at first enjoin'd us by mine Host: That he whose Tale is best, and pleases most,

Should win his Supper at our common Cost.

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And therefore where I left, I will pursue This ancient Story, whether false or true, In hope it may be mended with a new. The Prince I mention'd, full of high Renown, In this Array drew near th' Athenian Town; When, in his Pomp and utmost of his Pride, Marching, he chanc'd to cast his Eye aside, And saw a Quire of mourning Dames, who lay

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By Two and Two across the common Way: At his Approach they rais'd a rueful Cry, And beat their Breasts, and held their Hands on high,

Creeping and crying, till they seiz'd at last His Coursers Bridle and his Feet embrac❜d. Tell me, said Theseus, what and whence you are,

And why this Funeral Pageant you prepare? Is this the Welcome of my worthy Deeds, 49 To meet my Triumph in Ill-omen'd Weeds? Or envy you my Praise, and would destroy With Grief my Pleasures, and pollute my Joy? Or are you injur'd, and demand Relief? Name your Request, and I will ease your

Grief.