"For, fince 'tis born when Charles afcends the throne, "It fhares at once his fortune and its own." Learned and Useful WORKS; but more particularly his Treatife of STONE-HENGE, by him reftor'd to the true Founder. THE HE longest tyranny that ever sway'd, Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd Their free-born reason to the Stagyrite, And made his torch their universal light. So truth, while only one supply'd the state, Grew scarce, and dear, and yet fophifticate. Still it was bought, like emp'ric wares, or charms, Hard words feal'd up with Ariftotle's arms. Columbus was the first that shook his throne; And found a temp'rate in a torrid zone: 4 The fev'rish air fann'd by a cooling breeze, Than his great brother read in states and men. The circling streams, once thought but pools, of blood (Whether life's fuel, or the body's food) From dark oblivion Harvey's name shall save; While Ent keeps all the honor that he gave. Nor are you, learned friend, the least renown'd; Whofe fame, not circumfcrib'd with English ground, Flies like the nimble journies of the light; Where by their wond'ring fubjects they were feen' These ruins fhelter'd once his facred head, EPISTLE the THIRD. LADY то THE CASTLE MAI N, Upon her encouraging his first PLAY. A S feamen, fhipwreck'd on fome happy fhore, Difcover wealth in lands unknown before; And, what their art had labor'd long in vain, By their misfortunes happily obtain : So my much-envy'd mufe, by ftorms long toft, Is thrown upon your hofpitable coast, And finds more favor by her ill fuccefs, Than the could hope for by her happiness. Once Cato's virtue did the gods oppofe; While they the victor, he the vanquish'd chofe : But you have done what Cato could not do, To choose the vanquish'd, and reftore him too. Let others still triumph, and gain their cause By their deferts, or by the world's applaufe; Let merit crowns, and justice laurels give, But let me happy by your pity live. True poets empty fame and praise despise, Fame is the trumpet, but your smile the prize. You fit above, and fee vain men below Such courage did the antient heroes show, Who, when they might prevent, would wait the blow: With fuch affurance as they meant to say, I had the Grecian poet's happiness, Who, waving plots, found out a better way; Some God descended, and preferv'd the play. |