ΤΟ Mr. G. Granville, ON HIS VERSES TO THE KING. A By Mr. Edmund Waller. N Early Plant, which fuch a Bloffom bears, And shows a Genius fo beyond his Years; A Judgment which could make fo fair a Choice, So high a Subject to employ his Voice, Still as it grows, How fweetly will he fing, To Talk with Hammon, and Confult for Fame; When from the Sacred Tripod where he stood, The Priest inspir'd, Saluted him, a god; Scarce fuch a Joy, that haughty Victor knew, When own'd by Heaven, as I thus Sung by you. Whoe'er their Names, can in thy Numbers show, Have more than Empire, and Immortal grow: Age 1 Ages to come, shall scorn the Pow'rs of Old, When in thy Verfe of Greater gods they're told. Our Beauteous Queen, and Martial Monarch's Name, For Jove and Juno, fhall be plac'd by Fame; Thy Charles, for Neptune, fhall the Seas Command, And Sachariffa fhall for Venus ftand: Greece fhall no longer Boaft, nor Haughty Rome, But think from Britain, all the gods did come. TH Ο Ν MY RA's Singing. By the fame Author. HE Syrens, once Deluded, Ty'd to the Maft, Vlyffes Sail'd unharm' hear: When Myra Sings, we feek th' Ench Sound, And Blefs the Notes that do fo f Wound. What Mufick needs muft dwell upo Tongue, Whofe Speech is Tuneful, as another's |
