XXI.

Next Liberty , the fairest Nymph on Ground;
The flowing Plenty of her golden Hair
Diffusing lavishly Ambrosia round;
Her Hands a flow'ry Cornucopia bear,
Which scatter's Joy and Pleasaunce through the Air.
Earth smil'd, and Gladness danc'd along the Sky;
Before Her vanish'd Grief and pale-ey'd Care,
And eft, in courteous Guise, she cast her Eye
On that same gentle Twain, her Glory and her Joy.

XXII.

And These beside, a Sacred Per'snage came,
Immaculate and sweet as Sharon-Rose:
Upon her Breast a Bloody Cross did flame,
Aumail'd with Gold and Gems in goodly Rows:
A Pall of Lawn adown her Shoulders flows:
Yclep'd Eusebia . She pray'd aloud,
Then, blessing Both, for her Defenders chose,
And spheard her Glories in a purple Cloud:
Softly Augusta smil'd, full lowly Frederick bow'd.

XXIII.

Fair Fame behind a silver Trumpet blew,
Sweet to the Earth, and fragrant to the Sky!
Her Mantle of a many-colour'd Hue,
Her Rain-bow-Wings pouder'd with many an Eye,
And near her Honour, Pow'r , and Courtesy:
Honour of open Front, and steady Grace;
Pow'r , clad in Steel, a Faulchion brandish'd high;
Courtesy drest in Smiles her bounteous Face:
When These attend a Prince, thrice happy Subject's Case!

XXIV.

The Muses clos'd this intellectual Scene
From Helicon ; who knows not Helicon?
Gold were their Lyres, their Laurels ever-green.
Soon Clio to the Prince a starry Crown
Presents, another to his Bellibone.
Then all in lofty Chorus swell the Song,
Big with their happy Loves and great Renown.
Prophetick Numbers float the Woods emong,
For Shepherd-Lad too high, for Memory too long.

XXV.

Nathless thy tuneful Sons, O Oxford dear!
By Muses visited, may catch the Lays,
Sweet-pouring Streams of Nectar on the Ear,
And from Their Lips, in Vision, learn to raise
Their Loves and Fame, to brighten future Days.
Thee fits not, Thomalin , a simple Swain,
High Deeds to sing, but gentle Roundelays:
Go feed thy Flock, renew the rural Strain
On oaten Pipe, content to please the humble Plain.