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The laurel wreath, by glory's hand
As what her grief and rage disdain'd,
Away she hurl'd her boasted shield,
Away her useless spear;
What joys to slaves, can trophies yield,
What pride the pomp of war. "Behold the dire effects," she cried, "Of William's perjured truth!
"Behold the Orphan, who relied "On a false guardian's oath.
"How couldst thou with a lover's zeal,
My widow'd cause espouse,
"Yet quit that cause, you serv'd so well,
"In scorn of all thy vows?
"How couldst thou swear, wealth,titles,power,
"Thy candour would disclaim;
"Yet barter, in an evil hour,
"That candour for a name?
"How couldst thou win my easy heart, "A patriot to believe?
"How could I know, but by the smart, "A patriot would deceive? "Bethink thee of thy broken trust,
Thy vows to me unpaid;
Thy honour humbled in the dust,
(6 Thy country's weal betrayed. "For this may all my vengeance fall
"On thy devoted head d;
"Living be thou the scorn of all,
"The curse of all when dead."
This said, while thunder round her broke,
She vanished into air;
And William's horror while she spoke,
Was followed by despair.
ON THE ARRIVAL
ARRIVE in safety all ye Heroes brave,
It was uncertain whether he was a Whig or a Jacobite, whether very brave or a coward; for he had fought several duels, and had run away in the Rebellion. He was a troublesome, tiresome, speaker, but now and then tempered with good sense.-W.
HOR. LIB. II. ODE XVI.-Otium Divos, &c.
INSCRIBED TO THE EARL OF BATH.
IN each ambitious measure crost,
At length you ask the gods for ease.
As wealth may tempt, or titles please.
For not the Treasurer, Staff, and all
Can ease the self-devoted mind.
Care stays, when none else dare, behind.
How happier at his frugal board
Why flies our arrow to those heights?
Beyond the present hour forbear,
In life's contracted span how rare,