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Triumphant Nassau here we find,
And with him bright Maria join'd ;
There Anna, great as when she sent
Her armies through the continent,
Ere yet her Hero was disgrac't:
O may fam'd Brunswick be the last,
(Though heaven should with my wish agree,
And long preserve thy art in thee)
The last, the happiest British King,
Whom thou shalt paint, or I shall fing!

Wise Phidias, thus his skill to prove,
Through many a God advanced to Jove,
And taught the polisht rocks to shine
With airs and lineaments divine;
Till Greece, amaz'd, and half-afraid,
Th'assembled deities survey'd.

Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair,
And lov'd the spreading oak, was there ;
Old Saturn too, with up-caft eyes
Beheld his abdicated skies;
And mighty Mars, for war renown'd,
In adamantine armout frown'd;
By him the childless goddess rose,
Minerva, ftudious to compose
Her twisted threads; the web she strung,
And o'er a loom of marble hung:
Thetis the troubled ocean's Queen,
Match'd with a mortal, next was seen,



Reclining on a funeral urn,
Her short-liv'd darling Son to mourn.
The last was he, whofe thunder flew
The Titan-race, a rebel crew,
That from a hundred hills ally'd
In impious leagues their King defy'd.

This wonder of the sculptor's hand
Produce’d, his art was at a stand :
For who would hope new fame to raise,
Or risk his well-establish'd praise,
That, his high genius to approve,
Had drawn a GEORGE, or carr'd a yove?



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