"If thus all this I could unblushing write, Fear not that pen that shall thy praise indite, When high-born blood my adoration draws, Exalted glory and unblemished cause; A theme so all divine my muse shall wing, What is't for thee, great prince, I will not sing? No bounds shall stop my Pegasean flight, I'll spot my Hind, and make my Panther white. * * * * * But if, great prince, my feeble strength shall fail, Thy theme I'll to my successors entail; My heirs the unfinished subject shall complete: I have a son, and he, by all that's great, That very son (and trust my oaths, I swore As much to my great master James before) Shall, by his sire's example, Rome renounce, For he, young stripling, has turned but once; That Oxford nursling, that sweet hopeful boy, His father's and that once Ignatian joy, Designed for a new Bellarmin Goliah, Under the great Gamaliel, Obadiah! This youth, great sir, shall your fame's trumpets blow, And soar when my dull wings shall flag below. * * * * * Why should I blush to turn, when my defence And plea's so plain?--for if Omnipotence Be the highest attribute that heaven can boast, That's the truest church that heaven resembles most. The tables then are turned: and 'tis confest, The strongest and the mightiest is the best: In all my changes I'm on the right side, And by the same great reason justified. When the bold Crescent late attacked the Cross, Resolved the empire of the world to engross, Had tottering Vienna's walls but failed, And Turkey over Christendom prevailed, Long ere this I had crossed the Dardanello, And reigned the mighty Mahomet's hail fellow; Quitting my duller hopes, the poor renown Of Eton College, or a Dublin gown, And commenced graduate in the grand divan, Had reigned a more immortal Mussulman." The lines which follow are taken from "The Deliverance," a poem to the Prince of Orange, by a Person of Quality. 9th February, 1688-9.