A prologue for the 4th of November, 1711 Being the Anniversary for the Birth-Day Of the Late K. William, of Glorious and Immortal Memory. Written by Dr. Garth |
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A Prologue, &c.
To Day a Mighty HERO, comes to warm
Your curdl'd Blood, and bids you Britains Arm.
To Valour much He ows, to Vertue more;
He Fights to Save, and Conquers to Restore.
He strains no Text, nor makes Dragoons perswade
He likes RELIGION, but He hates that Trade:
BORN for Mankind, they by his Labours live.
Their Property, is his Prerogative.
His Sword Destroys less than his Mercy Saves,
And none, except his Passions, are his Slaves.
Your curdl'd Blood, and bids you Britains Arm.
To Valour much He ows, to Vertue more;
He Fights to Save, and Conquers to Restore.
He strains no Text, nor makes Dragoons perswade
He likes RELIGION, but He hates that Trade:
BORN for Mankind, they by his Labours live.
Their Property, is his Prerogative.
His Sword Destroys less than his Mercy Saves,
And none, except his Passions, are his Slaves.
“With how much haste his Mercy meets his Foes!
“And how unbounded his Forgiveness flows!
“What Trophies o'er our Captiv'd Hearts, he rears
“By MODERATION, greater than by Wars
“His Generous Soul for FREEDOM was Design'd,
“To pull down Tyrants, and Unslave Mankind;
“He broke the Chains of Europe: And when we
“Were Doom'd for Slaves, He came and set us free;
“Shew'd us how Grace made Majesty Rever'd,
“And that the Prince BELOV'D, was truly Fear'd.
“And how unbounded his Forgiveness flows!
“What Trophies o'er our Captiv'd Hearts, he rears
“By MODERATION, greater than by Wars
“His Generous Soul for FREEDOM was Design'd,
“To pull down Tyrants, and Unslave Mankind;
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“Were Doom'd for Slaves, He came and set us free;
“Shew'd us how Grace made Majesty Rever'd,
“And that the Prince BELOV'D, was truly Fear'd.
Such Britains was the Prince you did possess,
In Councils Great, and in the Camp no less.
BRAVE, but not Cruel, WISE without Deceit,
Born for an Age, Curst with a Bajazet,
But you disdaining to be too secure,
Ask'd his Protection; and yet Grudg'd his Power:
With you a Monarch's Right, admits Dispute;
Who gives Supplies, are only Absolute.
Britains, for shame your Factious Feuds decline,
You've too long Labour'd for the Bourbon Line:
Assert lost Rights, an Ausirian Prince alone
Is Born to Nod upon the Spanish Throne.
Quit your Cabals, Associate, and in spight
Of Whig or Tory, in this Cause Unite:
One Vote will then send Anjou into France;
There let him with mock Monarchs rule the Dance:
Else to the Mantuan Soil, he may repair,
Even Exil'd gods of Old, were Latiums Care;
At worst he'll find some Cornish Burrough there.
In Councils Great, and in the Camp no less.
BRAVE, but not Cruel, WISE without Deceit,
Born for an Age, Curst with a Bajazet,
But you disdaining to be too secure,
Ask'd his Protection; and yet Grudg'd his Power:
With you a Monarch's Right, admits Dispute;
Who gives Supplies, are only Absolute.
Britains, for shame your Factious Feuds decline,
You've too long Labour'd for the Bourbon Line:
Assert lost Rights, an Ausirian Prince alone
Is Born to Nod upon the Spanish Throne.
Quit your Cabals, Associate, and in spight
Of Whig or Tory, in this Cause Unite:
One Vote will then send Anjou into France;
There let him with mock Monarchs rule the Dance:
Else to the Mantuan Soil, he may repair,
Even Exil'd gods of Old, were Latiums Care;
At worst he'll find some Cornish Burrough there.
FINIS.
| A prologue for the 4th of November, 1711 | |