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No. 46. Prologue
In this old Hall, say Holinshead and Stowe,
Proud Wolsey din'd two hundred years ago.
The Comick Muse now rears her Cheerful head
Where Monks grew fat and rosy Abbots fed.
No bad Exchange! Whate'er the Saints can say,
Sure we are Christians full as good as They.
Proud Wolsey din'd two hundred years ago.
The Comick Muse now rears her Cheerful head
Where Monks grew fat and rosy Abbots fed.
No bad Exchange! Whate'er the Saints can say,
Sure we are Christians full as good as They.
Still to the Muses Heroes have been kind
And Kings been glorious as the Arts refind
For these young Ammon own'd his generous Flame
From these Augustus borrow'd half his Fame.
Such was their praise. Nor Thou that praise decline
Majestick Leader of the Brunswick Line.
Beneath thy Roof where Peace and Triumph reign.
Let the Lyre warble, and the Lute complain
But hence far hence, on the Sicilian Shore
Let thy Drums echoe and thy Cannons roare
And Kings been glorious as the Arts refind
For these young Ammon own'd his generous Flame
From these Augustus borrow'd half his Fame.
Such was their praise. Nor Thou that praise decline
Majestick Leader of the Brunswick Line.
Beneath thy Roof where Peace and Triumph reign.
Let the Lyre warble, and the Lute complain
But hence far hence, on the Sicilian Shore
Let thy Drums echoe and thy Cannons roare
How did thy Navy pass the Dreadful Waves
Where Scylla foames and hoarse Charybdis raves!
How did the Foe with anguish and surprize
Behold new Ætnas from the Billows rise
—When Empty Boasts the Ocean's Lord offend,
Such are the Answers British Monarchs send.
Where Scylla foames and hoarse Charybdis raves!
How did the Foe with anguish and surprize
Behold new Ætnas from the Billows rise
—When Empty Boasts the Ocean's Lord offend,
Such are the Answers British Monarchs send.
Exploits like these adorn'd Eliza's Reign:
That good old Maid took care to sweep the Main
From the blest hour She saw th' Armada blaze,
Came Peace and Wealth and Albions golden Days;
With Strains of Triumph the glad Island rang,
A Spenser carol'd and a Sidney sang;
At home She Smild, abroad She sent her Rage,
Drake sailed the Sea and Shakespear graced the Stage
That good old Maid took care to sweep the Main
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Came Peace and Wealth and Albions golden Days;
With Strains of Triumph the glad Island rang,
A Spenser carol'd and a Sidney sang;
At home She Smild, abroad She sent her Rage,
Drake sailed the Sea and Shakespear graced the Stage
So may the brave Plantagents return,
A Drake arise and new Armada's burn.
[OMITTED]ful King the Nations bind
M[OMITTED] and settle half Mankind
Then may the grateful Britons seek repose,
And taste [OMITTED]ked the peace himself bestows.
A Drake arise and new Armada's burn.
[OMITTED]ful King the Nations bind
M[OMITTED] and settle half Mankind
Then may the grateful Britons seek repose,
And taste [OMITTED]ked the peace himself bestows.
[Tickell papers.]
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