A peaceful sway the great Augustus bore; O’er what great Julius gained by arms before; Julius was all with martial trophies crowned; Augustus for his peaceful arts renowned: Rome calls them great, and makes them deities; That, for his valour; this, his policies: You, mighty prince, than both are greater far, Who rule in peace that world you gained in war; You sure from heaven a finished hero fell, Who thus alone two Pagan Gods excel. _Inscription for a Fountain, adorned with Queen Anne’s and the late Duke of Marlborough’s Images, and the chief Rivers of the World round the work._ Ye active streams! where’er your waters flow, Let distant climes and farthest nations know, What ye from Thames and Danube have been taught, How Anne commanded and how Marlborough fought. _On Blood’s stealing the Crown._ When daring Blood, his rent to have regained, Upon the English diadem distrained; He chose the cassock, surcingle, and gown, The fittest mark for one who robs the crown: But his Lay Pity underneath prevailed, And while he saved the keeper’s life, he failed. With the priest’s vestment, had he but put on The prelate’s cruelty, the crown had gone. _A Declaration of Love._ You I love, nor think I joke, More than ivy does the oak; More than fishes do the flood; More than savage beasts the wood; More than merchants do their gain; More than misers to complain; More than widows do their weeds; More than friars do their beads; More than Cynthia to be praised; More than courtiers to be raised; More than lawyers do the bar; More than ’prentice boys a fair; More than topers t’other bottle; More than women tittle-tattle; More than jailors do a fee; More than all things I love thee. _Written in the ‘Nouveaux Intérêts des Princes de l’Europe.’_ Blest be the princes who have fought For pompous names, or wide dominion; Since by their error we are taught, That happiness is but opinion. _On Snuff._ Jove once resolved, the females to degrade, To propagate their sex without their aid; His brain conceived, and soon the pangs and throes He felt, nor could th’ unnatural birth disclose; At last, when tried, no remedy would do, The god took snuff, and out the goddess flew. _On a Fan, in which was painted the story of Cephalus and Procris, with this motto_, Aura veni.