POEM

ON

Prince EUGENE.

Totos infua per artusMajor in exigno regnabat corpore Virtus.

SO Tydeus look'd, when, ingle, He oppos'dThe Perjur'd Brother, with his Guards inclos'd ;When Fifty Traytors by his Valour lain,Their Length had meaur'd on the Theban Plain ;Of Stature low, but of a Soul o high,It Tower'd from whence it came, and reach'd the Skie.Heroic Spirits are of Heavenly Birth,Gyants alone are Off-prings of the Earth :Whoe Figures may urprize, but are no OddsOppos'd to Heaven, and Adverary-Gods.Their Heigth exceeds the Level of Mankind,But leer Bodies hare a larger Mind.As in a Glas the crowding Sun-Beams meet,Small is the Point, but violent the Heat.

Such is the Man, whom Germany has lentTo bridle France, and curb the Continent :

To whom kind Heaven Valour and Prudence gave,Cool, but not Dull, and without Rahnes, Brave.Stout like Achilles, like Ulyes wie,Who eeks not Danger, nor from Danger flyes.A Life of o much Moment and Import,Should not be Chance's Trut, nor Fortune's Sport.

The Son of Atreus, whom beleaguer'd TroyDid twice five Years in a long Siege employ,Wih'd for Ten Netors to reduce the Place;Hadt Thou, Great Man ! liy'd in thoe Antique Days,To leer room he had his Wih confin'dBlet with Ten Netors in Thy Single Mind.

Go, Dauntles Prince, and tem the Gallick Rage,Act in one Year the Buines of an Age.Tho' mall the Span of Life, yet courteous Fate,With greater Souls requites our horter Date.Tho' no new Intance in the World appearsOf Pylian Age, and Patriarchal Years ;Yet if our Time by Action number'd be,H' has liv'd Three Hundred, who has fought like Thee.

London: Printed: for J. Baker, Pater-Noter-Row.1712.