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urn! his filent duft,
"Who faithful did obey
Genius of Britain! give thy forrows o'er..
I own the new arising light,
I fee paternal grandeur fhine,
In the fame royal favours bright.
Laft DUETTO, with all the inftruments. BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O time! AUG. Smoothly wing thy flight, O time! BOTH. And as thou flying groweft old, Still this happy race behold In Britannia's court fublime.
BRIT. Lead along their fmiling hours;
Still this happy race behold
Spoken by Mr. MILLS,
At the Queen's Theatre, on his Benefit-Night, February 16, 1709; a little before the Duke of Marlborough's going for Holland.
WHETHER our ftage all others does excell
In ftrength of wit, we'll not prefume to tell:
Such worth confpicuous, beauty so divine,
Valour and Beauty ftill were Britain's claim,
By both the Mules live, from both they catch their flame.
Then as by you, in folid glory bright,
Our envy'd ifle through Europe fpreads her light,
And mark the golden track of Anne's diftinguish'd
So, by your prefence here, we'll strive to raise
WRITTEN IN A WINDOW
GREAT pr fident of light, and eye of day,
And view with nuptial joys two brothers bleft,
Confefs that, in your progress round the sphere,
WHILE circling healths inspire your sprightly
And on each glass some beauty's praise is writ,
And, the once nam'd, no other nymph has charms.
TOFTS AND MARGARETT A.
USIC has learn'd the difcords of the state,
And concerts jar with whig and tory hate.
The British Tofts, and every note commend,
Lull'd statesmen melt away their drowsy cares
Who would not fend each year blank paffes o'er,
THE WANDERING BEAUTY.
HE Graces and the wandering Loves
To chace the fawns, or deep in groves
To wound admiring swains.
With their bright mistress there they stray,
From daily triumphs; yet, each day,
But fee! implor'd, by moving prayers,
And brings the fair again.
Proud mortals, who this maid pursue,
Think you, fhe'll e'er refign?
Ceafe, fools, your wishes to renew,
Till the grows flesh and blood like you,
Or you, like her, divine!