Hail, bank of all past ages! where they lie Hail Wit's illuftrious Galaxy! Where thousand lights into one brightness spread; Unconfus'd Babel of all tongues! which e'er The mighty linguift Fame, or Time, the mighty traveThat could fpeak, or this could hear. Majestick monument and pyramid ! Where still the shades of parted fouls abide The beatific Bodley of the Deity; Will you into your facred throng admit You, general-council of the priests of Fame, The humbleft deacon of her train ? The chain of ornament, which here A chain which will more pleasant seem to me [ler, Will ye to bind me with those mighty names fubmit, Like an Apocrypha with holy Writ ? M 3 What Whatever happy book is chained here, As when a feat in heaven Is to an unmalicious finner given, Who, cafting round his wondering eye, Does none but patriarchs and apostles there espy; Martyrs who did their lives bestow, And faints, who martyrs liv'd below; With trembling and amazement he begins His foul fays to itself, "How came I here?” When I myself with confcious wonder fee Did to this happiness attain : No labour I, nor merits, can pretend; Ah, that my author had been ty'd like me And business, which the Muses hate, He might perhaps have thriven then, } } 'T had T had happier been for him, as well as me ; For when all, alas! is done, We books, I mean, You books, will prove to be The best and nobleft conversation : Yet fure we from our fathers' wit Draw all the strength and spirit of it, Leaving the groffer parts for conversation, As the best blood of man's employ'd in generation.. O D E. Sitting and drinking in the Chair made out of the Relicks of Sir FRANCIS DRAKE'S Ship. CHE HEAR up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow, Farewell all lands, for now we are In the wide fea of drink, and merrily we go. Bless me, 'tis hot! another bowl of wine, And we shall cut the burning Line : Hey, boys! fhe scuds away, and by my head I know now. What dull men are those that tarry at home, And gain fuch experience, and spy too Such countries and wonders, as I do! With With gold there the veffel we 'll store, No, never be poor any more. What do I mean? What thoughts do me mifguide? As well upon a ftaff may witches ride Their fancy'd journeys in the air, As 1 fail round the ocean in this chair! 'Tis true; but yet this chair which here you For all its quiet now, and gravity, Has wander'd and has travel'd more fee, Than ever beaft, or fish, or bird, or ever tree, before: In every air and every fea 't has been, 'T has compafs'd all the earth, and all the heavens 't has Let not the Pope's itself with this compare, This is the only univerfal chair. The pious wanderer's fleet, fav'd from the flame A fquadron of immortal nymphs became : Had done and had feen more [feen. Than Than thofe have done or feen, Ev'n fince they Goddeffes and this a Star has been) As a reward for all her labour past, Is made the feat of reft at last. Let the cafe now quite alter'd be, And, as thou went'ft abroad the world to fee, Let the world now come to fee thee! The world will do 't; for curiofity An old wheel of that chariot to fee, Which Phaeton fo rafhly brake : Yet what could that fay more than these remains of *Drake ? Great relick! thou too, in this port of ease, Haft ftill one way of making voyages; The breath of Fame, like an aufpicious gale (The great trade-wind which ne'er does fail) Shall drive thee round the world, and thou fhalt run, As long around it as the fun. The ftreights of Time too narrow are for thee; And steer the endless courfe of vast Eternity! UPON |