On the young LIONS whelp'd in the Tower. W Hilft, at fuch Distance from their Native [Lands, From Southern Climes, and hot Getulia's The captive Lions join in Love's Embrace, [Sands, In this fair Omen let Britannia fee The Pledge of Rule, and destin'd Victory; And while fhe meditates her dread Alarms, And fartheft India trembles at her Arms; Let her triumphant Navies, on the Main, From Sun to Sun affert her antient Reign, And check the Auftrian Pride, and humble [haughty Spain. A A WEDDING-SONG. Ut ameris, amabilis efto. I. EE the springing Day from far SE Usher'd by the Morning-star! Hear the Lark, with upward Wing Meeting Dawn her Carol fing! See the Sun in Eastern Skies Joyous as a Bridegroom rise! Cold or flow to my Request; Now begin not to delay, Dear, awake, and come away: First thine Oraifons with mine. Show'r Show'r thine Influence from on high, Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove! God of Peace, and God of Love. II. If e'er thy forming Hand has giv'n If e'er thy kind paternal Care If e'er thy Word has endless Rest Show'r thine Influence from on high, Author of the nuptial Tye; Show'r thy Graces, holy Dove! God of Peace, and God of Love! III. Quit not thine Olympic Snows, Juno, guarding Marriage Vows. Venus, fleep in Ida's Grove, Laughing Sea-born Queen of Love! Cupid banish'd hence away, Idle Cupid, with her stay. Clasp'd in Mantle Saffron-dy'd, Wanton Graces dance, nor Hours Scatter Odours, Leaves and Flowers, Twift the blooming Wreath, nor spread Truth transcending Poetry. Show'r thine Influence from on high, Author of the Nuptial Tye; Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove! God of Peace, and God of Love! IV. Ye Virgins hafte, my Bride prepare, Drefs be now the Dear-one's Care, Well-fuited, unaffected, free, Worthy Her and worthy Me. Nor poorly mean, nor coftly vain, Her |