No _Glory_ strikes his Great exalted Mind, No _Pleasure_ like obliging all Mankind; He lets the _Factious_ their weak _Malice_ vent, Punish'd enough while they themselves _torment_: _Satiate_ with _Conquest_, his dread _Sword_ he sheaths, And with a _Nod disbands ten thousand Deaths_. Who dares _Rebellious Arms_ against him move While his _Praetorian Guard_'s his Subjects _Love_? 1070 Admir'd by all the _bravest_ and the _best_, Who wear a _Roman Soul within their ample Breast_: Tho _charm'd_ with _both_, which shall they more _admire_ In _Peace_ his _Wisdom_, or in _War_ his _Fire_? --_One Labour_ yet remains, and that they _ask_, _Alcides_ never clear'd a _nobler Task_; O _Father_! banish'd _Vertue_ O restore! Let _Hydra Vice_ pollute thy _Reign_ no more! Strike through the _Monster-Form_, which threatning stands, Fierce with a _thousand Throats_, a _thousand Hands_! 1080 _Rescue_ once more thy _Trojans sacred Line_ } From _slavish Chains_, so shall thy _Temples_ shine } With _Stars_, and all _Elysium_ shall be _thine_. } _FINIS._ FOOTNOTES: [1] _Vide Edda Samundi--apud Sheringham, de Gentis Anglorum Origine, pag._ 28, 29. _Hiaelp beiter eitt eun thad thier hialpa mun Vid Sikum og Sottum goiru allum, Thad kenn eg aunad er thorfa Ita Syner their ed vilia lakner lisfa._ [Transcriber's Note: extremely difficult to read in the original. Transcription may not be accurate.] I know your only Help, the pow'rful Charm That aids in ev'ery Grief and every Harm, I know the Leaches Craft, and what they need Who Doctors in that Noble Art proceed. [2] the _Vide_ British Chronicle, _and_ Taliessin's _Prophecies_; Prryff fard l'yffred in ydwyfi i Elphin Am gwalad gynifio [indecipherable] Goribbin. Ionas ddewn am golwis Merddin Sebach Pob Brenmam geilw Taliesin. Gwea a gasgle elud Tra feyna bud, Gwererbin didd brawd in chospo i gnawd, Gwae ni cheidw i geil ag if yufug eil, Gwae in cheidw i ddefend chog bleiddna. [Transcriber's Note: extremely difficult to read in the original. Transcription may not be accurate.] Me _Elphin_ now his Bard may justly boast Who long of old amid the Fire-wing'd Host: Once _Merlin_ was I call'd, well known to Fame, Whom future Kings shall _Taliessin_ name. Wo to the Wretch who Wealth by Rapine gains, And wo to him who Fasts and Pray'rs refrains; Wo to the Shepherds who their Flocks betray, And will not drive the _Ravish_ Wolves away. [3] _Olli sedaro rescondit corde Latinus._ Virg. [4] _Mr._ Dryden's _Riddle, in his Preface to_ Virgil. [5] _This was observ'd before Mr._ Le Clerc _was born. Vide_ Song of the Well, _Num._ 21. 17. [Hebrew text] _Vide_ Psal. 80, & 81. _Where some Verses have Treble, where Quadruple Rhimes, four in one Verse._ [6] Ode 1. [Greek: indecipherable] [7] _Vide_ Collier's _Reflexions on_ Moarning Bride, _and_ Garth's _Dispensary_.