The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits |
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AN ODE
TO THE
RIGHT HONOURABLE
STEPHEN POYNTZ, ESQ. |
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AN ODE TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE STEPHEN POYNTZ, ESQ.
Sensere quid mens rite, quid indoles
Nutrita faustis sub penetralibus
Posset------
Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam,
Rectique cultus pectora roborant.
Hor Od. 4, Lib. 4.
Nutrita faustis sub penetralibus
Posset------
Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam,
Rectique cultus pectora roborant.
Hor Od. 4, Lib. 4.
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WHILST William's deeds and William's praiseEach English breast with transport raise,
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Say, Poyntz, if thy elated heart
Assumes not a superior part,
A larger share of joy?
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But that thy country's high affairsEmploy thy time, demand thy cares,
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You only should this theme pursue—
Who can for William feel like you,
Or who like you can write?
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Then to rehearse the hero's praise,To paint this sunshine of his days,
The pleasing task be mine—
To think on all thy cares o'er paid,
To view the hero you have made,
That pleasing part be thine.
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Who first should watch, and who call forthThis youthful Prince's various worth,
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Wisely his royal Sire consign'd
To thee the culture of his mind,
And England blest the choice.
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You taught him to be early knownBy martial deeds of courage shown:
From this, near Mona's flood,
By his victorious Father led,
He flesh'd his maiden sword, he shed
And prov'd th' illustrious blood.
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Of Virtue's various charms you taughtWith happiness and glory fraught,
How her unshaken pow'r
Is independent of success;
That no defeat can make it less,
No conquest make it more.
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This after Tournay's fatal day,'Midst sorrow, cares, and dire dismay,
Brought calm and sure relief;
He scrutiniz'd his noble heart,
Found virtue had perform'd her part,
And peaceful slept the chief.
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From thee he early learnt to feelThe Patriot's warmth for England's weal;
(True Valour's noblest spring)
To vindicate her Church distrest;
To fight for Liberty opprest;
To perish for his King.
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Yet say, if in thy fondest scopeOf thought, you ever dar'd to hope
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Would pay thy toils, reward thy care,
Consenting bend to ev'ry pray'r,
And all thy wishes crown.
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We saw a wretch with trait'rous aid,Our King's and Church's right invade;
And thine, fair Liberty!
We saw thy Hero fly to war,
Beat down Rebellion, break her spear,
And set the nations free.
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Culloden's field, my glorious theme,My rapture, vision, and my dream,
Gilds the young Hero's days:
Yet can there be one English heart
That does not give thee, Poyntz, thy part,
And own thy share of praise?
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Nor is thy fame to thee decreedFor life's short date: when William's head,
For victories to come,
The frequent laurel shall receive;
Chaplets for thee our sons shall weave,
And hang them on thy tomb.
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