But wandring Muse bear up thy flagging Wing: To thy more glorious Theme return, and sing Brave _Jothams_ Worth, Impartial, Great, and Just, Of unbrib'd Faith, and of unshaken Trust: Once _Geshurs_ Lord, their Throne so nobly fill'd, As if to th'borrow'd Scepter that he held, Th'inspiring _David_ yet more generous grew, And lent him his Imperial _Genius_ too. Nor has he worn the Royal Image more In _Israels_ Viceroy, than Embassador: Witness his Gallantry that resolute hour, When to uphold the Sacred Pride of Pow'r, His stubborn Flags from the _Sydonian_ shore, The angry storms of Thundring Castles bore. But these are Virtues Fame must less admire, Because deriv'd from that Heroick Sire, Who on a Block a dauntless Martyr dy'd, With all the Sweetness of a Smiling Bride; Charm'd with the Thought of Honours Starry Pole, With Joy laid down a Head to mount a Soul. Of all the Champions rich in Honours Scarrs, Whose Loyalty through _Davids_ ancient Wars, (In spight of the triumphant Tyrants pride,) Was to his lowest Ebb of Fortune ty'd; No Link more strong in all that Chain of Gold, Then _Amasai_, the Constant, and the Bold. That Warlike General whose avenging Sword, Through all the Battles of his Royal Lord, Pour'd all the Fires that Loyal Zeal could light, No brighter Star in the lost _Davids_ night. No less with Laurels _Ashurs_ Brows adorn, That mangled Brave who with _Tyres_ Thunder torn, Brought a dismember'd Load of Honour home, And lives to make both th'Earth and Seas his Tomb. With Reverence the Religious _Helon_ treat, Refin'd from all the looseness of the Great. _Helon_ who sees his Line of Virtues run } Beyond the Center of his Grave, his own } Unfinisht Luster sparkling in his Son. } A Son so high in Sanedrims renown'd, In _Israels_ Intrest strong, in Sense profound. Under one Roof here Truth a Goddess dwells, } The Pious Father builds her Shrines and Cells, } And in the Son she speaks her Oracles. } In the same list young _Adriels_ praise record, _Adriel_ the Academick Neighbour Lord; _Adriel_ ennobled by a Grandfather, And Unkle, both those Glorious Sons of War: Both Generals, and both Exiles with their Lord; Till with the Royal Wanderer restored, They lived to see his Coronation Pride; Then surfeiting on too much Transport dy'd. O're _Adriels_ Head these Heroes Spirits shine, His Soul with so much Loyal Blood fenc'd in; Such Native Virtues his great Mind adorn, Whilst under their congenial Influence born. In this Record let _Camries_ Name appear, The Great _Barzillai_'s Fellow Sufferer; From unknown Hands, of unknown Crimes accus'd, Till th'hunted Shadow lost, his Chains unloos'd. Now to the Sweet-tongu'd _Amrams_ praise be just, Once the _State-Advocate_, that Wealthy Trust, Till Flattery the price of dear-bought Gold, His Innocence for Pallaces unfold, To Naked Truths more shining Beauties true, Th'Embroiderd Mantle from his Neck he threw.